Scene 10 - Drugstore Parking Lot

(Bruce and Mary are back in Bruce's car. Mary is looking at the bottle of lotion they just bought. She suddenly starts shaking it. In one quick motion she tosses it to Bruce.)

Mary: Better watch out!

Bruce: (Catching bottle) You're a real prat, aren't you?

Mary: I'm not a brat! (She slaps Bruce's arm, then turns away from Bruce as she pulls up the back her T-shirt.)

(Bruce tries to read the tiny instructions on the bottle of lotion.)

Mary: Uh DUH! Just put some on...

(Bruce opens bottle, puts some in his hand. We see a close up of Mary flinching slightly from the coldness of the lotion against her flesh.)

Mary: So she is your girlfriend...

Bruce: Oh, Jesus. And what do you know about it?

Mary: I told you. I can tell when something's going on. And, if you tell me, I'll know everything about it.

Bruce: Well, I'll just have to take your word about that...

Mary: Besides, I Amica told me.

Bruce: Sounds like the blind leading the lame, to me.

Mary: I'm not lame!

(Mary turns around. Hits Bruce fairly hard!)

Bruce: Hey! Ouch, okay, okay. Maybe you're not lame. But then again maybe you're lamer than lame!

(Mary starts punching Bruce even harder. Then she begins to tickle him.)

(External shot of this going on from outside of car. Woman walks by pushing stroller, glances at Bruce's car.)

Bruce: Mary...Mary...Mary... (Each time he says "Mary" a little quieter and a tad more slowly.) Okay, you're the boss. Hey, hey now. Okay, okay. It's getting late, Sweetheart, and we should really be getting back.

Mary: Back to where?

Bruce: Back to there.

Mary: Okay.