Sounds like something someone from the forties would call it. I’d like to be from then. Everyone wore hats. Anyway, cheers! JOEL Cheers. They clink glasses. Clementine giggles and takes a big gulp of her drink. Joel sips. She plops down on the couch and pulls her boots off. (CONTINUED)
16. 16 CONTINUED: (2) 16 CLEMENTINE God, that feels so fucking good. Take yours off. JOEL I’m fine. CLEMENTINE Yeah? Well, have a seat, anyway. Joel sits in a chair across the room. Clementine finishes her drink. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) Ready for another? JOEL No, I’m okay for now. She heads toward the kitchen with her glass. CLEMENTINE Well, I’m ready. Put some music on. Joel crosses to the CD’s and studies them. JOEL What do you want to hear? CLEMENTINE (O.S.) You pick it. JOEL You just say. I’m not really -- CLEMENTINE (O.S.) I don’t know! I can’t see them from here, Joel! Just pick something good. Joel studies the unfamiliar CD’s. He picks up Bang On a Can performing Brian Eno’s Music for Airports to look at. Clementine reenters with her drink. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) Oh, excellent choice. She grabs it and sticks it in the CD player. The music is dreamy and haunting and slow. Clementine falls back onto the couch, closes her eyes and sips her drink. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) Mmmmmmm. Way to go, Joel. You pick good. (CONTINUED)
17. 16 CONTINUED: (3) 16 Joel sits down in his chair and drinks. There’s a silence, which seems fine to Clementine but makes Joel anxious. JOEL Well, I should probably get going. CLEMENTINE No, stay. Just for a little while. (opens her eyes, brightly) Refill? JOEL No, I sort of have to go and -- CLEMENTINE Stop mumbling. She grabs Joel’s drink from his hand, takes it into the kitchen. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) (O.S.) (CONT’D) God bless alcohol, is what I say. Where would I be without it. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, maybe I don’t want to think about that. She giggles. Joel looks around the room again. There are several potatoes dressed as women in beautiful handmade costumes: a nurse potato, a stripper potato, a schoolteacher potato, a housewife potato. He stares at the potatoes, confused. Clementine returns with Joel’s drink and a refill for herself. JOEL Thanks. CLEMENTINE Drink up, young man. It’ll make the whole seduction part less repugnant. Joel looks a little alarmed. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) I’m just kidding. C’mon. Or was I? She laughs maniacally, sits back on the couch, closes her eyes. Joel watches her, looks at her breasts. She opens her eyes, smiles drunkenly at him, winks. CLEMENTINE (CONT’D) Y’know, I’m sort of psychic. (CONTINUED)
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