Another one languishing in the "Do I Like It Or Not" sketch folder. Any opinions?
1.INT. LOUNGE. NIGHT.
SIMON AND BECKY ARE SITTING ON THE SOFA, WATCHING THE TELLY. TERMINATOR 2 IS JUST FINISHING.
BECKY ROLLS HER EYES.
BECKY:
Honestly, that's the last time I trust you to get a video. (MIMICS ARNIE). "I'll be back, Uzi nine millimetre!"
SIMON:
Heh, that's a pretty good Arnie, that. Actually er…I do decent impressions myself.
BECKY:
Do you? You never said.
SIMON:
Yeah well, it freaks some people out. I didn't want you thinking I was weird or whatever.
BECKY:
Go on then, do someone.
SIMON:
What, now?
BECKY:
Yeah, now.
SIMON:
Right, erm…(LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AND SEES A PHOTO OF HER DAD ON THE SIDEBOARD)…okay, your Dad for instance. He's got quite a distinctive voice, should be easy to do.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT AND TRIES TO SPEAK IN HER DAD'S VOICE.
SIMON:
Now then Becky, what time do you call this?
BECKY:
(LAUGHING) That was rubbish.
SIMON:
I know, I have to get the face right, hold on…
HE TAKES A CUSHION AND COVERS HIS FACE.
SIMON:
Right, that's better.
HE DROPS THE CUSHION. IT'S BECKY'S DAD SAT THERE.
SIMON:
Ta-daaaa! Now then Becky, what time do you call this?
BECKY SCREAMS.
SIMON:
(STILL AS HER DAD) Shit, sorry sorry I didn't mean to scare you…look, come here and give us a kiss… (LEANS IN FOR A SNOG)
BECKY:
Get off!
SIMON:
Don't be daft…
BECKY GOES RIGID WITH DISGUST AS HER DAD KISSES HER.
SIMON:
That's it, who's your Daddy?
END SKETCH
