INT. KITCHEN – MORNING.
JANE and STEVE, two house mates, are having breakfast.
Steve sits at the bench slightly hungover, noticeable only by the slight rasp to his speak.
Jane is cooking bacon and eggs on the stove.
Not everything has to be fun all the time you know.
But it sure does feel good.
She flops his three rashes of beacon and two fried eggs on the plate in front of him. Making as much noise as possible in the process.
Pass us the salt.
I enjoy taking things seriously. Life is not a Youtube meme you know.
But you’re always serious. You never have any fun!
Well, the way you define it. Sure. But then I don’t consider it fun to waste my life chasing a good time.
But life is too short.
You know you were invited to the party last night…don’t you?
I really do not want to sit around talking myself up to bunch of people I don’t know, and who I will probably never meet again. That is not my version of a good time.
I really don’t get it.
No. You don’t.
She sits down across the from him. Looks gently at him.
I enjoy life. I have fun. I have fun by taking life seriously. I read. I write. And I spend time thinking about how life hangs together.
See looks for a sign of acknowledgement.
The other day I was watching a documentary on dancing and this guy, a famous dancer, was teaching a bunch of high-school kids about dance. There were a couple of kid joking about and the guy got really annoyed. He kind of shouted at them to stop mucking around. He told them that dance was no joke. Then one of the kids says, but we just want to have fun. You know what he said back?… Steve!…do you know what he said?
I take dance seriously. I have for forty years and I’ve enjoyed every…single….on of em.
She begins to eat.
He keeps playing with his food only willing to eat the good parts.
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