Elemeno Pea Scene for Fall 2022 Final Flashcards
Simone: Jesus! She is really strong, huh?
Devon: Hey, Simone?
Simone: Look at Ethan! He’s such a gentleman, sweetly coaxing that out / of her death grip—
Devon: HEY SIMONE!!!!
Simone: … Jesus, Devon, what?
Devon: … You were off for Christmas and you chose to spend it with the Kells?
Simone: … I didn’t know how to tell you, okay? I’m sorry — I didn’t think you’d understand.
Devon: Correct. I don’t understand why you’d drink eggnog with these people. But more to the point: you and I had a deal, Simone. A Lifetime Deal, that we would never abandon each other at Christmas. I had to sit next to Aunt Terry and newly sober Carl and get interrogated about Tim — you were supposed to be there to protect me.
Simone: Well, it was one Christmas, Dev. I’ll be back next year.
Devon: No, you won’t. Remember? You’ve already got your radiant heat Rockefeller Center thing all planned at the Gossip Girl house. You’ve already sent me up the river for next year. (beat) And then you pinned that bullshit elemeno pea story on me.
Simone: I know. I know I owe you an explanation about that, / and I am so —
Devon: No you don’t owe me anything Simone, because that’s how this thing goes. Elemeno pea. I’ve got you, you’ve got me. (beat) But you might have to ask yourself why you had to lie about it. You know? If Michaela’s such a great friend to you. Why isn’t it okay that you failed first grade. That you were bullied and traumatized and medicated. That the only person who got you through that year was me, Simone — I came into your room every night and sat with you.
Simone: … I know, okay? I’m sorry.
Devon: No, I don’t want an apology and I don’t want to make you feel badly, I want to know what you’re doing, Simone.
Simone: … What do you mean?
Devon: I mean: what are you doing?
Simone: What am I doing with what, Dev? You’re going to have to be more specific —
Devon: Okay: why are you opening the fridge, getting out a big bucket of Michaela Kool-Aid, and drinking every fucking drop of it?
Simone: Look, I know you’re upset and you have every right to be: I promised you a restful sisters’ beach weekend, and this has not gone according to plan, but —
Devon: I don’t care about any of that. I care about what you are doing.
Simone: What do you mean? I’m working. I work here.
Devon: You work here, you live here, you sleep here, you eat here, you wear fucking doilies here, you seduce morons here —
Simone: I “seduce morons” — is that what you just said?
Devon: Yes, that man is a jackass. And you bailed on Christmas with me so you could get into his pink pants and score yourself a Peter.
Simone: What a terrible thing to say to me, Devon! I love Ethan. I am in love with him. And he is not a jackass — his portfolio is worth what it is because he manages it so well. He’s just humble about how brilliant he is.
Devon: Simone, he thinks my name is Kevin. And he doesn’t even know you moved me to California.
Simone: Yes because there is more to me than where I move you, Devon. You ever think of that? That maybe there’s more to me than how I relate to Devon? He happens to know me intimately.
Devon: Oh God, no he doesn’t.
Simone: He won’t order anything with sun-dried tomatoes because he knows they gross me out. He took me to a three hour Katy Perry cover band concert. And he tracked down Mom’s cameo — the one that Dad pawned? He outbid fourteen other bidders on eBay.
Devon: Well, maybe those are your rewards for “blowing his mind” sexually. Because those words just came out of his mouth.