In teen script Lower Your Voice, PELLA visits her good friend JAMES at the gym to talk to him about his usage of steroids. 1 female, 1 male Teen.
Lower Your Voice
Pella: What’s up?
Pella: Almost done?
James: Nah, halfway. How’s it going?
Pella: I wanted to see you.
James: I know. You told me. What’s up?
Pella: What’s up with you and all these shots you’ve been taking?
James: Shh. Pella, please. Not here.
Pella: There’s a point of going too far, James.
Pella: There’s a point of being too committed. It can back fire on you.
James: No, it can’t. Hard work is hard work. What the hell are you talking about?
Pella: I’ve seen those videos, where these enormously huge guys eventually tear their arms open because the muscles burst through the skin. And it many other cases, death.
James: Just because I’m working out hard doesn’t mean—
Pella: Jimmy, you started out going to the gym twice a week, then everyday and now twice a day. I mean, where are we now?
James: You don’t have to be here.
Pella: It’s the only time I get to see you actually. It’s gross.
James: Why is it gross? Don’t you want me to look and feel good?
Pella: Yes, I do but you upset me when you told me you started taking shots.
James: Shhh! Lower your voice.
Pella: Don’t you think EVERYBODY should know.
James: Stop it I said. It’s nobody’s business. I shouldn’t have said anything to you.
Pella: Yeah, well, you did.
James: I’m only taking shots for three months, jut to pump up and then I’ll maintain it on my own with my work out routine.
Pella: It ruins your heart. Does damage to your liver.
James: I just want to get stronger. Besides, three months is nothing. It won’t do sh’t.
Pella: I’ve already noticed your mood swings.
James: Did you come here to piss me off? Seriously, I can’t concentrate if you’re going to keep talking sh’t.
Pella: Whatever. Have a heart attack then, see if I care.
(Pella walks off)
James: Pella. Pella!
Look, I don’t want you to bitch at me. I agree with you, okay? But just trust me with this. I’m not stupid and I’m not going to have a heart attack anytime soon. Okay? Let me get to where I’m going and I promise you I’ll quit taking the stuff.
Pella: No more injections…when?
James: Well, it’s three months, so, April.
Pella: April, when?
James: Jesus! April freaking tenth, okay! But I have to check the calendar to be sure.
Pella: Fine. April tenth.
James: Whatever. Will you let me work out now? Talk about something else.
Pella: Nah, I’m good. I just came to see you for a quick minute. I’m meeting Rosalie in twenty.
James: You still hang out with that girl?
Pella: Yeah, so?
James: Come on. She almost got you locked up that time.
Pella: We worked it out. It’s all good. We squashed it.
James: Yeah but I don’t trust her.
Pella: She’s cool. I know to keep my distance.
James: Yeah, well, if I have to hear your advice, then take mine also. She’s not a good friend and sooner or later she will screw you over again and it will be worse.
Pella: Yeah. I’m not disagreeing with you. I just keep her around because, I don’t know, we have a long history together and it’s only chilling out for small things. We’re gonna hit up the mall but that’s about it.
James: You sure?
James: Okay. Have fun with your best friend.
Pella: Stop it a-hole, she’s not my best friend.
Pella: What are you doing tomorrow night?
James: After the gym, nada.
Pella: You want to meet me and the crew by the fountain?
Pella: See you then. Peace.
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