In this comedy scene, friends JAKE and ALEX are going to meet girls at a club when suddenly Jake smells something horrible. Check out even more scripts, scenes and skits on MB.
Jake: Hold up…you smell that?
Alex: Smell what?
Jake: Hold on, don’t move.
(Jake sniffing air)
What is that? You don’t smell that?
Alex: I don’t smell shit.
Jake: Shit. Yeah, smells like shit. Did you step in shit, bro?
(Alex checks his shoes)
Alex: No, did you?
(Jake checks his shoes)
Jake: No, man. It’s driving me crazy. It’s like following me wherever I go.
Alex: Check your shirt man.
(Jake smells his arm pits. Alex does the same.)
Alex: Yeah, nothing. It isn’t me. I haven’t smelt anything.
Jake: There it is. Hold on. It comes and goes.
Alex: Does it?
Jake: It’s here right now. Hold on. It’s strong and then weak . Up and down.
Alex: I don’t know man. The girls are waiting. Forget it.
Jake: Dude, I can’t see the girls like—there it is again!
Alex: Freeze. Stay still. Do you smell it right now?
Jake: No. Why do you want me to freeze?
Alex: Next time you smell it, freeze because if it’s on you, you can detect it.
Jake: That makes no sense…
I smell it. I smell it.
(Alex starts sniffing Jake all over)
Jake: Dude, don’t sniff my ass, what the fuck!?
Alex: Nah, man. You’re good. I don’t smell anything.
Jake: Don’t you have allergies?
Jake: You’re nose is probably all clogged up.
Alex: When we smoked up before it actually clears my senses. I’m breathing like we just hiked in the mountains.
Jake: Good for you Alex. Oh my God!
Jake: Look at my thumb. It’s on my fucking thumb man!!
Alex: What?! What?!
Jake: Dude…I got hit with a thumbleberry.
Alex: Thumbleberry? What’s a thumbleberry?
Jake: It’s when you wipe your ass with a tissue but your thumb helps out.
Alex: Like dingleberry?
Jake: Yeah, but you add the word thumb and berry you get—
Alex: Thumbleberry. You have shit on your thumb this entire time?
Jake: Yeah dude, I need to find a napkin. It’s all dried up to the thumb.
Alex: You’re raw bro. Look, right there, just use the dirt and grass man.
Jake: What do I look like a dog?
Alex: You’re the one with the thumbleberry.
Jake: Alright, alright, just until I can wash my hands in the club.