Bits and Pieces is a comedy script where two friends Jennifer and Amy crash parties and wreak havoc wherever they go. 2 Women. Comedy.
Bits and Pieces
Jennifer: This party sucks.
Amy: Shhh, just go with it.
Jennifer: Go with what? This blows.
Amy: There’s a lot of deep pockets up in here.
Jennifer: One guy talking to me was so old his teeth actually popped out.
Amy: You should have gotten his number.
Jennifer: I can’t.
Amy: What’s two or three years max. You’d be sitting pretty on top of a mountain.
Jennifer: I can’t roll like that. I don’t know how you do it. This was such a bad idea.
Amy: Stay away from the crusties.
Jennifer: What the hell…okay.
Amy: Find someone who actually still has pigment in their hair and doesn’t drool when they talk.
Jennifer: Yeah, well, this may be the over eighty club.
Amy: That guy!
Jennifer: He’s in a wheelchair!
Amy: But he’s happy. Awww, look how cute he is.
Jennifer: He just pinched that woman’s ass.
Amy: Oh, he’s a feisty one.
Jennifer: I can’t. I’m sorry. I feel like I’m selling my soul to satan. I’m out.
Amy: Wait. Wait. Wait. Just give me like fifteen minutes. I’ve been working on Carlo from Spain who’s currently in the John.
Jennifer: Hey, why does the toilet get referred to as John? Why not Bob or Greg or—
Milton: Excuse me?
Jennifer looks at Milton, a dashing middle-aged man in a suit. Her jaw drops.
Hello…I couldn’t help but notice a glow coming from this corner of the ballroom. Now I see why. I’m Milton.
Amy: Hey Milt, I’m Amy, this here’s Jennifer.
Milton: Good evening, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Hi! Hello there.
Milton: Which one is yours?
Milton: Of course.
Jennifer: Mine what? What’s mine?
Milton: (pointing) That’s my father, the one in the wheelchair.
Jennifer: Oh, is he now?
Milton: What about you? Is it your Grandmother?
Jennifer: Oh! Oh, yeah, my grams. She’s out there getting freaky. She’s not pinching asses though but she’s out there getting frisky, somewhere, anyway.
Amy: There’s my Carlo. Gotta go!
Jennifer makes eyes at Amy as ‘not to leave me alone.’ Amy bounces.
Jennifer gives a half-ass smile and bops her head and shoulders.
Milton: Can I get you a drink?
Jennifer: I’m good. Thanks. (beat) I stopped drinking.
Milton: Really? My apologies for asking.
Jennifer: Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault I black out and become a super villain.
Milton: How so?
Jennifer: Trust me, a few drinks and I’ll turn this party into a world crises.
Milton: Where are you from Jennifer?
Jennifer: I actually don’t know. When I was younger my family moved around quite a bit. Texas, Arizona, then we went east to Mississippi, Virginia, Georgia and when I got old enough I headed north to New York.
Milton: Why New York?
Jennifer: I’ve always had the heart of an urban girl.
Milton: And how long have you been in New York?
Jennifer: Not that long but long enough. What your deal?
Milton: My deal?
Jennifer: Yeah, come on, who the hell are you? Tell me about yourself.
Milton: Well, I’m a philanthropist.
Jennifer: Really? That’s it?
Milton: Well, I’m a philanthropist by way of the press. My family owns a few media publications but I am the heir not by choice, so I run a few foundations because it gives me air in my lungs.
Milton: Would you like to step out to the deck with me?
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