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(Thursday. INT: Still outside EB's apartment, EB is slowly sliding her way through her door without actually opening it.)
EB: Look, I don't know what to tell you. The Craigslist posting specifically asked for a female roommate.
JH: Yeah, well, I'm kinda desperate. I was hoping that bit was optional.
EB: Yeah, well, it's not. Good bye.
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JH: Oh, come on, Ellen, just give me a chance, please! My old landlord was a methhead, he got our building condemned, I don't have anyone I can crash with, I've been living in motels and out of my car, and my car just got totalled!
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EB: Your sob story, while evocative, does not render you female.
JH: Would it help if I told you I was gay?
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EB: I loved Three's Company as much as the next girl, but you couldn't pass for homo if you were wearing a t-shirt that said "I heart penis".
JH: Great, you mind going back in time and telling my ninth grade gym class that?
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