Rewritten for the 2010 sketch of the year comp. I've cut about 25% off the length. Couldn't quite match Lazzard's request of 40%, but can anyone please that man?
Int. Kitchen
Matt - a young teenager - is sat at the table reading a book. Disapproving Dad is pouring a cup of tea. He turns round with his cup, looks at Matt and smiles.
Disapproving Dad:
So, Matt, I was thinking that maybe you could help me change the spark plug on the car later.
Matt:
To be honest, Dad, I find cars a bit boring.
Disapproving Dad drops his cup of tea in shock.
Matt:
And I don't really like working with my hands.
Disapproving Dad:
(LAUGHS) That's a great sense of humour you've got there! You'll fit right in on a building site. Or a garage. Or if you're really lucky: a five a side pub team!
Matt:
But I hate football more than anything.
Disapproving Dad:
If your Grandfather were alive to hear this, he'd have a heart attack and die. Again.
Matt:
What I really want to do is: study law at Oxford university.
Disapproving Dad:
What you need is the university of life. I qualified from it with 1st class honours and now look at me. (PROUDLY) I'm second in command of a cement mixer.
Matt:
I've been reading all about it, Dad. (HOLDS UP BOOK) I'll get to learn about hearings, mistrials and even objections!
Disapproving Dad:
Yeah? Well, tell me this, it's the middle of the night, you're in the moors, it's raining and your spark plug goes. What do you do then? Lodge an objection?
Matt:
No, I'd ring the AA.
Disapproving Dad:
Shut up!
Mum enters.
Mum:
Ah, there you are. Now, dear, are you still taking Matt to Oliver's tonight?
Disapproving Dad:
No!
Mum:
Why?
Disapproving Dad:
Because that would involve a car and (HISSES) CARS. ARE. BORING!
Mum:
Don't be so silly. Now, he needs to be there at 7. Ok?
Disapproving Dad:
I'm sorry, but I can't take him.
Mum:
You can.
Disapproving Dad:
I can't!
Mum:
You can!
Disapproving Dad:
I can't!
Mum:
You can!
Disapproving Dad:
I CAN'T!
Mum:
Why?!
Disapproving Dad:
Because I don't know how to change the spark plug!
Disapproving Dad runs off howling. Mum looks at Matt.
Mum:
We'll take my car.
ENDS