Basket Case

In the comedic script, “Basket Case” Ma has bad news to tell her teenage daughter, but things go down not exactly as one would anticipate.

Basket Case

FADE IN.

EXT. LIVING ROOM – DAY

MA comes storming in, mascara smeared across her face.  She looks intensely at her daughter, VICKY.

MA:  Vicky, turn down that music. Now! I have to tell you something serious.

Vicky turns down the music.

VICKY:  This better be good.

MA:  It’s not good, wiseass. Been trying to figure out how to tell you this, you may want to sit first, I don’t know. Your Uncle Frankie died. He got hit by a truck. He’s toast.

VICKY:  Are you kidding me right now?

MA:  I wish I was.

VICKY:  …Who’s Uncle Frankie?

MA:  My brother!

VICKY:  You have a brother?

MA:  Now’s not the time to bust my hump, okay?!

VICKY:  I didn’t even know I had an Uncle!

MA:  Well, you did!

Ma pouts and gets quiet.

Vicky walks over to her mother to comfort her.

VICKY:  …Are you sad?

MA:  Well…sort of…I don’t know…what’s sad nowadays, anyhow…we’re all sad about something. I guess this adds to my basket case, but who knows? Look, I need you to find something black.

VICKY:  What?

MA:  Clothing! Find something black…to wear. We need to go to the wake.

VICKY:  I’m not going. I don’t even know who the f’k this guy is!

MA:  How dare you curse like that when a family member just got hit by a mack truck. Shame on you!

VICKY:  Ma, why is it always my fault?!

MA:  You’re going to the wake and you’re wearing something as black as you can find it. And no torn clothes, I don’t want to see you in anything with holes. No bag lady type stuff. I want to take pictures. Think you can pull that off?

VICKY: Pictures? It’s a wake, Ma.

MA:  Yeah, well I want you to look nice. There’s some other relatives that will be there you never met.

VICKY:  There’s more? I thought it was just you, me and Grandma for my entire life!

MA: Get ready.

VICKY: Can’t believe you’re making me do this.

MA: When it’s your time, you’ll want people to stare at your dead face, too.

VICKY:  I don’t care, I’ll be dead.

MA:  Too damn bad.

VICKY:  Will I meet any brothers or sisters I don’t know about?

MA:  Hardy har har. You’re a riot.

VICKY:  This isn’t fair! I have mid-terms I’m studying for.

MA:  Don’t act like you’re an honor roll student.

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In this short comedy script, MA and her daughter VICKY need to get dressed and ready for an unexpected funeral.

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