Am trying to change my sketch writing style.
Have only been writing perverted stuff so far so am attempting something 'normal' what do you think?
JANE IS STANDING IN A QUEUE WAITING FOR HER BUS.
DIRTY OLD TRAMP ENTERS THE SCENE AND STANDS ON JANE'S LEFT SIDE.
TRAMP:
Waiting for a bus love?
JANE:
What gave it away, the line of people standing around or the sign with bus stop on it? What other reason do you think a girl would have for standing around on a street corner? Go away.
TRAMP:
Spare a pound of a cuppa?
JANE:
No! Get lost.
TRAMP:
How's about 50p then?
JANE:
No! You're not getting any money off me you filthy individual, move along and take your resident insect colony with you.
TRAMP:
20p then, that's my final offer.
JANE:
I don't want to buy you, silly person now just get lost and stop pestering me.
TRAMP:
10p then?
JANE:
Alright, alright…if I give you 10p will you promise to move along and stop bothering me?
TRAMP:
God's honour miss.
JANE GETS HER PURSE FROM HER HANDBAG THEN HANDS THE TRAMP 10 PENCE.
JANE:
Just don't spend it all on drugs.
TRAMP:
Thanks miss, you're an angel.
TRAMP SHUFFLES AROUND BEHIND JANE THEN STANDS ON HER RIGHT SIDE
TRAMP:
Spare a fag miss?
JANE:
No I don't smoke, is this what you call moving along? Just moving to the other side isn't moving along idiot, now PISS OFF!
TRAMP:
What about a cat? I'll accept a cat.
JANE:
Are you an alien? Whatever makes you think I would happen to have a spare cat with me? Leave now or I shall call the police, I have a mobile phone you know.
JANE PRODUCES HER MOBILE PHONE FROM HER HANDBAG AND WAVES IT IN THE TRAMPS FACE.
TRAMP:
I'll settle for a kitten then, not one of those Siamese ones though, they just look stupid, a nice furry one will do.
JANE:
THAT'S IT! I warned you, you demented little grotty person.
JANE DIALS ON HER MOBILE THEN PUTS THE PHONE TO HER EAR.
JANE: (CONT'D)
Yes I would like to report a filthy person, the weirdo won't leave until I give him a cat. I'm at a bus stop at…Oh, alright then...(TO TRAMP) Apparently the gentleman on the phone knows you 'Wobbly Joe' wants to have a word.
JANE HANDS THE PHONE TO THE TRAMP
TRAMP:
No...no...no,no,no. Give me a duck...No a DUCK...What about a goldfish then? No I don't like parrots, noisy bastards...Ok then I'll settle for a puppy. (TO JANE) He wants to speak to you.
JANE ACCEPTS THE PHONE FROM THE TRAMP AND WIPES IT WITH A KLEENEX BEFORE PLACING IT TO HER EAR.
JANE:
What? No I'm not doing that, that's just silly and embarrassing, there are people here and...you're positive that's the quickest way to get rid of him?
JANE SIGHS, PUTS HER MOBILE INTO HER HANDBAG THEN PEERS EXCITEDLY INTO THE HANDBAG. SHE APPEARS TO CAREFULLY REMOVE AN INVISIBLE ITEM FROM THE BAG.
JANE: (CONT'D)
Oh look Wobbly, I have a litter of puppies in my bag, forgot all about them. Here you go a nice little cuddly puppy just for you Wobbly, isn't she cute?
TRAMP:
She's a he and he's ugly.
JANE:
Oh...never mind lots more in here, how about this one then?
TRAMP:
Ahhh, thanks miss that's a lovely one.
WOBBLY JOE TAKES THE INVISIBLE PUPPY FROM JANE THEN WALKS OFF STROKING HIS IMAGINARY PUPPY.
MAN IN QUEUE:
You cruel, evil bitch! Should be reported, what kind of sick and twisted person carries around a litter of puppies in their handbag?
END