Voice: She was the rare kind of woman who wanted to reward men for their virtue. (A man labours to paint a fence. Enter Ophelia, approaching the man.) Ophelia: Are you painting that dying old man's fence for him? That's so nice! (Pointing) I just live in that house over there. Do you want to have dinner with me when you're finished? Man: Sure! Ophelia: All right, I'll see you then. (Exit.) (The next morning. The man wakes up with Ophelia's head on his shoulder.) Man: It sure has been nice knowing you. Ophelia: Well, people who do favours for others deserve a reward. Man: I won't argue with that. Ophelia: And I was wondering, how are you at roofing? |
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© 2007, 2013. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Ophelia
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