This has been sat around in my skits folder for a while. I've just polished it up a bit and would value any opinions. Not sure if it's a bit long reading it again. Cheers guys.
1. INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT.
A YOUNG WOMAN (JAYNE) IS IN BED READING A CRAPPY GIRL'S MAG. HER BOYFRIEND (TIM) GETS INTO BED NEXT TO HER AND KISSES HER ON THE CHEEK.
TIM:
Love you, gorgeous.
JAYNE SMILES UNCOMFORTABLY.
TIM REACHES DOWN BENEATH THE DUVET FOR A SLY FEEL BUT JAYNE PUSHES HIM AWAY.
JAYNE:
No! Not tonight, Tim.
TIM:
Why? What's up?
JAYNE:
I dunno. It's just…
TIM:
What?
JAYNE:
I just…I just think we should be arguing more, that's all.
TIM:
You what? But we never argue love. We're soulmates.
JAYNE:
I know, and it's not bloody natural! All me mates are battling with their blokes 24 / 7. I'm starting to feel left out having such a shitty perfect relationship. I've nowt to talk about with them. It's embarrassing.
TIM:
(CONFUSED) Right. Well. What do you suggest?
JAYNE:
(SHOWING MAGAZINE) Well it says here that conflict in a relationship can actually be a good thing, and can even put the spark back into the bedroom. Let's try it, please? Just once, to see what it's like. (COYLY) Might get me in the mood…
TIM:
Well okay, if it'll make you happy…
JAYNE:
It will, I promise. Go on, you start first.
TIM:
Well…erm…God this is hard…okay, well yesterday you dyed my white shirt in the wash.
JAYNE:
Oh. Did I?
TIM:
Yeah. It's gone a sort of manky yellow colour.
JAYNE:
Right. It'll go with your f**king teeth then, won't it?
TIM IS HORRIFIED.
TIM:
What?!
JAYNE:
Oh sorry, was that a bit strong?
TIM:
It was slightly, yeah!
A SHORT AWKWARD SILENCE.
TIM:
So did it turn you on?
JAYNE:
Not really. You?
TIM:
No. Mind you, your tits don't help.
JAYNE:
Excuse me?
TIM:
Well look at them. Hanging down like roofer's nailbags. And what's with your saggy arse these days? What's it doing, migrating South for winter?
JAYNE:
You cheeky bastard! At least I've got something in my pants!
TIM:
What's that supposed to mean?
JAYNE:
Oh come on Tim. Everyone knows you could lose your knob in a patch of goosepimples.
TIM:
(AGHAST) Bitch!
JAYNE:
Bastard!
THEY BOTH GLOWER AT EACH OTHER FURIOUSLY.
ROMANTIC MUSIC SWELLS, AND THEY SUDDENLY LAUNCH THEMSELVES AT ONE ANOTHER, A PASSIONATE TANGLE OF ARMS AND LEGS AND TONGUES.
THE CAMERA MOVES UPWARDS TOWARDS INTO A ROTATING GLITTER BALL ON THE CEILING.
JAYNE: (OOV)
(BETWEEN SNOGS) Pee Wee!
TIM:
(GASPING PASSIONATELY) Slag!
END SKETCH