Just wrote this a moment ago. What do you think?
LEROY sits disconsolately in the kitchen. His wife DELILHA cleans dishes at the sink.
DELILHA
What's the matter Leroy?
LEROY
I really don't know how I got such a bad reputation around here, Delilha.
DELILHA
Well, what have they been saying.
LEROY
They've been saying I'm bad.
DELILHA
How bad?
LEROY
Bad bad. Badder than old King Kong. I know I can be a little aggressive in traffic sometimes, like when you were in labour and I went all the way up to the speed limit. But are these people gonna hold that against me forever? King Kong? He destroyed property, he was responsible for countless deaths. Am I that bad? And meaner than a junkyard dog? Yes, I do sometimes only tip 18%, but that's only if I'm light on change.
LEROY becomes visibly upset and tearful.
LEROY
That's how they see me. A junkyard dog. A rabid, aggressive animal. They see no difference between a junkyard dog tearing an old woman limb from limb and me mistreating that poor waiter just because I didn't want to break a hundred.
And do you know who's the worst? That girl Caroline, I hear her screaming these slurs about me all the time. I don't know where people got the idea she's so sweet.
DELILHA
Have you told her teacher?
LEROY
Miss Lizzy? I doubt she can do anything, can barely stay on her feet. Why are they like this? Why, oh why Delilha!?
Leroy drops his head to his folded arms and bursts into tears. DELILHA up behind him and pats him on the back consolingly but he continues to cry and howls even louder. DELILHA awkwardly moves away from him.
DELILHA
Why don't I just put on the radio.
DELILHA puts on the radio and leaves. Music starts and LEROY sits up listening. The song playing is Mr. Brown by Bob Marley. As the lyrics kick in LEROY just looks confused.
RADIO (BOB MARLEY)
Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.