Scene 25 Parking in San Francisco

(Mary and Bruce in Bruce's car)

Mary: ...was like twice as big as the other one.

Bruce: Mary, dear. We really need to concentrate on finding a parking place, unless you really want to drive around North Beach all day.

Mary: (Eagerly) Okay.

(Subjective shot of what Bruce and Mary are seeing, San Francisco scenery in the North Beach area.)

Bruce: (Driving, looking) Okay, so you take that side of the... Whoo!

(Exterior shot of Bruce's car making a U-turn to the other side of the street)

(From inside car. Bruce about to back into parking spot.)

(Exterior. Car backing into parking spot.)

(Interior. Bruce putting car into 1st gear, turning off the engine.)

Bruce: Tadah! (Gestures with hand) A lair of money must be found which will bed my Desota to the jeweled door...

Mary: What?

Bruce: A poetic allusion.

Mary: What kind of illusion?

Bruce: Allusion. Don't they teach you anything in that advanced English class?

Mary: (A little defensively) We learn lots of stuff. Yeah, we read all kinds of poems and stuff. Like just the other day we read this poem. What was it about... There was this falcon, right? And it was flying around , turning and turning, making these big spirals, right? So, uh, like, it got lost, okay? And, like, this guy, I guess he was the owner or something, anyway he was, like, calling for it, you know? But the falcon couldn't hear it. I guess it was too far away by then, and it was lost anyway, right? Otherwise the guy wouldn't have been looking for it, I guess. So they had this ceremony or something, right? And then somebody was drowned. There was all this blood.

Bruce: (Looks at her, blankly, for a spell) A falcon, huh? There's the guy's problem right there. He should have owned a Pontiac.

(Pause. They look at each other for a while. Then Bruce smiles.)

Bruce: Come on up.