DANIEL AND ANNA'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT
ANNA and DANIEL have just come home from having dinner with his parents. Obviously, things didn't go well. ANNA walks in. She's very dressed up and VERY angry. She throws her keys and bag down and storms through to the bedroom. A beat or two later, DANIEL comes in more slowly, not knowing exactly how to deal with this. He's also dressed in nice clothes. DANIEL: Anna, c'mon, honey. He takes his tie off. ANNA: (O/S) Don't even talk to me. I can't believe you didn't stand up for me. DANIEL: You did a pretty good job of that yourself. ANNA: (O/S) Well, I had to do something. Unless you were using sign language, I didn't hear anything coming from your side of the table. DANIEL: What was I supposed to say? ANNA comes back into the room. She's in PJ's now, and has taken her hair down. She faces him angrily. ANNA: How about Mum, Dad, I object to you calling my almost-fiancee a whore. She starts to take her make-up off. DANIEL: They didn't call you a - well, ok Dad did use that word - but just the once. But he didn't mean it in the traditional sense. ANNA: No, you're right. What did he say again - (he goes to interrupt) no, let me think. He said that I was sleeping with you because I want your money. DANIEL is taking off his socks and shoes. DANIEL: Well, he's - I don't know - cautious. ANNA: Daniel, I am not sleeping with YOU. In case you hadn't noticed, we are actually sleeping TOGETHER. In fact, we are LIVING together. We are sharing our LIVES together. DANIEL: I know. And I want that to continue forever. ANNA: Well, it can't. Not unless you stand up to your parents. I am not a whore, I am not a gold digger and I will not sign a pre-nuptial agreement. Who do they think we are - McCartney and Mills? DANIEL: They were just trying to look out for me. They didn't mean it personally. He goes into the bedroom. ANNA: I spent a fortnight's wage on that dress for tonight, and had my hair done - which I paid for MYSELF ... just to 'meet the parents'. Well, let me tell you something - I jumped straight to the sequel. I met the Fockers. END OF FIRST PAGE |