Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
HEATHER'S FURY (1)
Simpler Times
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Int: Heather's house-living room-6 p.m.
Heather and her Mom (Trish) are talking while Mom makes dinner, Heather is sprawled out on the couch wearing shorts and a halter top reading the want ads out of the newspaper.
Heather
The paper is crazy, got things in here I know that I could do, but they all want you to be experienced like from the last century...10 years doing one thing...I don't even know about this getting old stuff..."
Mom
"Well Hon, it's not your choice to age, we all do it...you know, you could try to find an internship, I mean people start somewhere...even if it means starting over from something else...everybody does it...try to find someone willing to train...you that is!"
Heather
"What's that suppose to mean...am I really that little brat Dad always said I was?"
Mom laughing
"Well...let's put it this way...you never grew out of it...it just matured a bit!"
Heather
"Can't do nothing about that...it's Heather with an edge...anyway, I could try to talk to Miss Gibbons in counseling at school...she's got all kind of connections?"
Mom
"Couldn't hurt, just keep your eyes open Hon, you've got plenty of time!"
Heather
"No I don't either...only 3 months till the prom...and I said I want that blue dress over at Patsy's...done, not if?"
Mom
"That one you were looking at cost way too much money...heavens child...that's almost 200 dollars for something you probably only wear once...can't you find anything else?"
Heather
"Don't forget my shoes, that's another 75 dollars...assuming I've even got a date!"
Mom
"You'll probably be walking around barefooted half way through the night...I know how those heels kill your feet when you've been dancing...I know I did!"
Heather
"Well, I'm going to be responsible and pay for my stuff, I'm not asking you or...well Dad for anything...don't worry about it!"
Mom
"Okay Dear, ah...supper's almost ready, would you like some cheese on your meatballs and stuff?"
Heather
"Yea, it sure smells good Mom...hope I can learn to cook like you one day?"
Mom
"I thank you for the complement, but I hardly think that meatballs and spaghetti corresponds to being a great cook...heavens the meatballs I just made with a little ground meat, a little onion, peppers, some seasonings, a little bread crumb, an egg...not rocket science here!"
Heather
"Mom, you grow your own Basil, your like an herbal health nut in comparison to me...if I can boil water without it all drying up I feel lucky...I'm on a roll if I actually have something I can make with it!"
Both sitting down at the table and start eating.
Mom
"Take some classes, maybe Home-EC, learn how to bake brownies, pizzas, I remember taking those classes in high school...we had a good time!"
Heather
"At least I'd learn how to survive without having to eat out, or hunt around for somebody to invite me over...I think they're starting to notice..."
Mom
"This could be a good opportunity to get something at a restaurant, you know...find a mentor, someone who has the time and is willing to show you the ropes...I think Clara's over at the Lakeland is looking for help...serving, food prep, just help out where needed...good way to learn!"
Heather
"They've got jobs for Burger King, McDonald's, Burger Doodle...whatever, I don't know if I could handle all those little snot eating rats that come through there on their skateboards?"
Mom
"I meant a restaurant, where real cooks prepare real meals, pretty much from scratch...don't get your head all caught up in the fast food burger wars...it's all in boxes...your just a human opener and heat distributor...kind of like that old joke, "You want fries with that?"...what your looking for is someone who can make their own pasta, their own stews, stuff the sausage from scratch...talk about giving you a little self-confidence...I think you'd really enjoy the experience!"
Heather
"Alright, alright...I'll check into it...get me over that fear of what to do when the water boils anyway!"
Mom
"Yea, now that your Father has left the scene, if he doesn't ruin himself first, we may be looking for a new place to stay!"
Heather
"I thought the judge ordered alimony and stuff?"
Mom
"That doesn't mean Jack honey, the Judge can mandate...but he's limited on a garnishment program when your running your own business...it's hit or miss making a collection, and it's not consistent, so instead of pulling my hair out, I'm going back to work!"
Heather
"Darn...just like that, didn't even see any of this coming, and boom...suddenly everybody is hanging, what got into Dad anyway...oh wait...he's a guy, is that it?"
Mom laughing
"Yea, those pesky guy's, can't live with them, can't live without them...but the truth of the matter is that we choose our own forms of poison in life, some...in small quantities are therapeutic, and when you over do things it all just becomes too toxic!"
Heather
"So, falling in Love is like a poison, never heard that before?"
Mom
"Well, it's an analogy based on taking one from their focus, their purpose...all those crazy Psych classes left me with some pretty screwed up viewpoints, but hey...I have a nice daughter to thank for all my misgivings, I'll survive this..."
Heather
"So, you start off thinking...the perfect family..and then what...am I missing something?"
Mom
"It can be a struggle if you pick the wrong mate, and I would imagine if you work together, give of yourself from both sides without expectation, then it flows into a beautiful reward of the person your going to grow old with, the one...now you've got me started...you always do that Heather...stop it!"
Heather motor-boarding lips
"I'm sorry Mom, but I just asked a simple question and your not connecting...you just start rambling about what could of been...it's like listening to someone read an instruction manual on how to put something together, then you just throw it away and decide "screw this way", I'll just do it myself...I mean, I kinda figured you did something wrong, too...yea right?"
Mom
"Yea, no, hard to say...but your Father found his money, then found a honey, and decided she was more fun than me...was I the laxer here...just not paying attention...would have anything I did make any difference...who knows...all I do know is that it all just came together and happened?"
Heather
"So, in general...it's seems if your not on your game, guys will do this in general...right?"
Mom
"Not all, just the ones who have it all and start getting guilty about how they got it...your big difference between self-made and winning some business lotto...people have it, but feel undeserved of what it means, what it brings...everybody reacts differently, that's all I'm saying...it's like a new toy...somebody who just appreciates the exterior of somebody new..."
Heather
"So they find it...this something new...probably doesn't last, huh?"
Mom
"Toys get broken, like everything in life...once the magic stops, it gets discarded...kind of like life itself when you think about it, but sometimes it does work out...if it was all that simple girl, I swear, you find your own answers usually after it's too late to do anything about it!"
Heather
"So, you think he's gonna come crawling back...eventually?"
Mom laughing
"It's a little late now, I have a restraining order against him paying any visits...I mean he can call and meet me, but no dropping in if that's what he's thinking."
Heather
"So, what happens if he doesn't restrain?"
Mom
"He gets arrested and then everything really does get complicated...let's not have that happen!"
Heather
"Well, hopefully he behaves himself?"
Mom
"We'll wait and see, we're just getting started with all this!"
Heather giving her a hug
"Hey thanks for a super dinner, and ah...thanks for screwing your life up just long enough to have me around, that means a lot...even if you just winged it!"
Mom
"Winged it, what's that suppose to mean?"
Heather
"Did you forget already...you threw away the instruction manual and just did it yourself...you did a pretty good job, too...night Mom!"
Mom
"Well thank you Honey, I guess I did...night Dear..."
(Scene Close)
Mom
"I thank you for the complement, but I hardly think that meatballs and spaghetti corresponds to being a great cook...heavens the meatballs I just made with a little ground meat, a little onion, peppers, some seasonings, a little bread crumb, an egg...not rocket science here!"
Heather
"Mom, you grow your own Basil, your like an herbal health nut in comparison to me...if I can boil water without it all drying up I feel lucky...I'm on a roll if I actually have something I can make with it!"
Both sitting down at the table and start eating.
Mom
"Take some classes, maybe Home-EC, learn how to bake brownies, pizzas, I remember taking those classes in high school...we had a good time!"
Heather
"At least I'd learn how to survive without having to eat out, or hunt around for somebody to invite me over...I think they're starting to notice..."
Mom
"This could be a good opportunity to get something at a restaurant, you know...find a mentor, someone who has the time and is willing to show you the ropes...I think Clara's over at the Lakeland is looking for help...serving, food prep, just help out where needed...good way to learn!"
Heather
"They've got jobs for Burger King, McDonald's, Burger Doodle...whatever, I don't know if I could handle all those little snot eating rats that come through there on their skateboards?"
Mom
"I meant a restaurant, where real cooks prepare real meals, pretty much from scratch...don't get your head all caught up in the fast food burger wars...it's all in boxes...your just a human opener and heat distributor...kind of like that old joke, "You want fries with that?"...what your looking for is someone who can make their own pasta, their own stews, stuff the sausage from scratch...talk about giving you a little self-confidence...I think you'd really enjoy the experience!"
Heather
"Alright, alright...I'll check into it...get me over that fear of what to do when the water boils anyway!"
Mom
"Yea, now that your Father has left the scene, if he doesn't ruin himself first, we may be looking for a new place to stay!"
Heather
"I thought the judge ordered alimony and stuff?"
Mom
"That doesn't mean Jack honey, the Judge can mandate...but he's limited on a garnishment program when your running your own business...it's hit or miss making a collection, and it's not consistent, so instead of pulling my hair out, I'm going back to work!"
Heather
"Darn...just like that, didn't even see any of this coming, and boom...suddenly everybody is hanging, what got into Dad anyway...oh wait...he's a guy, is that it?"
Mom laughing
"Yea, those pesky guy's, can't live with them, can't live without them...but the truth of the matter is that we choose our own forms of poison in life, some...in small quantities are therapeutic, and when you over do things it all just becomes too toxic!"
Heather
"So, falling in Love is like a poison, never heard that before?"
Mom
"Well, it's an analogy based on taking one from their focus, their purpose...all those crazy Psych classes left me with some pretty screwed up viewpoints, but hey...I have a nice daughter to thank for all my misgivings, I'll survive this..."
Heather
"So, you start off thinking...the perfect family..and then what...am I missing something?"
Mom
"It can be a struggle if you pick the wrong mate, and I would imagine if you work together, give of yourself from both sides without expectation, then it flows into a beautiful reward of the person your going to grow old with, the one...now you've got me started...you always do that Heather...stop it!"
Heather motor-boarding lips
"I'm sorry Mom, but I just asked a simple question and your not connecting...you just start rambling about what could of been...it's like listening to someone read an instruction manual on how to put something together, then you just throw it away and decide "screw this way", I'll just do it myself...I mean, I kinda figured you did something wrong, too...yea right?"
Mom
"Yea, no, hard to say...but your Father found his money, then found a honey, and decided she was more fun than me...was I the laxer here...just not paying attention...would have anything I did make any difference...who knows...all I do know is that it all just came together and happened?"
Heather
"So, in general...it's seems if your not on your game, guys will do this in general...right?"
Mom
"Not all, just the ones who have it all and start getting guilty about how they got it...your big difference between self-made and winning some business lotto...people have it, but feel undeserved of what it means, what it brings...everybody reacts differently, that's all I'm saying...it's like a new toy...somebody who just appreciates the exterior of somebody new..."
Heather
"So they find it...this something new...probably doesn't last, huh?"
Mom
"Toys get broken, like everything in life...once the magic stops, it gets discarded...kind of like life itself when you think about it, but sometimes it does work out...if it was all that simple girl, I swear, you find your own answers usually after it's too late to do anything about it!"
Heather
"So, you think he's gonna come crawling back...eventually?"
Mom laughing
"It's a little late now, I have a restraining order against him paying any visits...I mean he can call and meet me, but no dropping in if that's what he's thinking."
Heather
"So, what happens if he doesn't restrain?"
Mom
"He gets arrested and then everything really does get complicated...let's not have that happen!"
Heather
"Well, hopefully he behaves himself?"
Mom
"We'll wait and see, we're just getting started with all this!"
Heather giving her a hug
"Hey thanks for a super dinner, and ah...thanks for screwing your life up just long enough to have me around, that means a lot...even if you just winged it!"
Mom
"Winged it, what's that suppose to mean?"
Heather
"Did you forget already...you threw away the instruction manual and just did it yourself...you did a pretty good job, too...night Mom!"
Mom
"Well thank you Honey, I guess I did...night Dear..."
(Scene Close)
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