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(Bruce's car leaves parking lot of the Santa Clara Multiple Sports Facility.)
Mary: (Makes radio static noise with mouth and hand) Tssh! 5150X, Bush and Market. See the man...
Bruce: First question: Why do people keep calling you Pet?
Mary: Teacher's pet. It's a joke from English class. (She takes a closer look at the PowerBars © at her feet.) Say, Mom would kill me if I ate like this...
Bruce: High in carbohydrate, low in fat. They're an athlete's friend.
Mary: Yeah... (Looks up) Can I have one?
Bruce: Knock yourself out. (Mary leans over and picks out her favorite flavor. She then spies Bruce's stash of CD's beneath the car stereo.
Mary: Oooh, a CD player. (Picks up a CD) Working Class! Cool. I love Working Class. (Close up of CD in Mary's hands. CD is titled Turn a Handstand by Working Class. On the cover are four photos of a young girl in the process of doing a roundoff.)
(Mary flips over the CD cover. On the back are four more photos of the girl doing a roundoff, except they are shot from behind her, whereas the front pictures are shot from the front. Superimposed over the pictures on the back are the song titles:)
Mary: Can I stick it in? (Close up of Bruce taking CD, putting it into slot on dashboard. He fiddles with the stereo knobs. We hear reggae.)
Bruce: So where am I taking you, anyway?
Mary: Hell in a hand basket? (Bruce looks over.)
Mary: Haha. To the drugstore. I forgot to bring my lotion and it still itches.
Bruce: Oh, I see. So how did you get poison oak on your back, anyway?
Mary: I got it on my back. (She changes the subject.) So, you and girlfriend. What's the 411 on that?
Bruce: What?
Mary: Girlfriend.
Bruce: Who?
Mary: Carol, that's who.
Bruce: You don't know what you're talking about.
Mary: (Intrigue in her voice) I... can tell when something's going on.
Bruce: (Looks over. Pause.) Oh yeah?
Mary: (Gives him the look.) Yeah.
Bruce: So you're a mistress of romance, then, huh?
Mary: I can tell things. I can read the signs.
Bruce: So you can, huh? Like what?
Mary: Like how she looks at you. How she touches your arm. That little giggle she gets. I'm not blind. She wants it.
Bruce: (Pause. Drives some more.) Never for a second have I suspected you to be blind. You'd be a horrible ball player if you were. Hard to get much of a bead on the ball.
Mary: What's this about beads? (Then, slyly) You're trying to change the subject. You two together or not?
Bruce: Y'know, Mary Agnes, it really affects my driving when I get the third degree...
Mary: How'd you know my middle name?
Bruce: And your birthday's August 15th.
Mary: (More animated now) How'd you know that?
Bruce: Oh, I can read the signs...
Mary: Amica told you, didn't she? (Bruce starts whistling to the stereo.)
Mary: What's your middle name?
Bruce: Oh, later for that. I tell you and the next thing you know every kid in school is calling me by it.
Mary: Oh, come on. (She touches his leg.) You can trust me. You know you can.
Bruce: (Continues) And your best friend might as well work for the six o'clock news.
Mary: (Moping) You don't trust me.
Bruce: (Drives some more, looking over every now and then at Mary. Finally, he says) It's Luke.
Mary: (Beaming, turning in her seat to face Bruce) Luke? Luke? Your parents watch a lot of movies?...
Bruce: Oh, you don't know what you're talking about...
Mary: (Hand over mouth. She's the queen of sound effects.) "Luke, trust your senses. Feel the power of the force..."
Bruce: (Frowns at Mary, then looks ahead) BART passengers we are now arriving Costless Drugs, for all your pharmaceutical needs...
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