Here we go again, another 'written on the spot' sketch. Enjoy, critique, have a nice day.
INT. BEDROOM - EVENING.
A YOUNG ATTRACTIVE WOMAN, GETS READY FOR A NIGHT OUT. AN EQUALLY ATTRACTIVE MAN SITS ON THE BED READY AND WAITING (TO GO OUT).
MAN
Are you going to be any longer?
WOMAN
What's the rush?
MAN
We'll be late and there'll be nowhere to park.
WOMAN
But you're not driving?
MAN
(Remembering)
Oh yeah?
WOMAN
Look I'm nearly ready now, I'll just have to choose my shoes.
THE MAN COLLAPSES BACK ONTO THE BED.
MAN
Oh god, we'll never make it.
WOMAN
(Clutching an armful of shoes)
Relax, I've narrowed it down to these 6 pairs.
MAN
Oh goodies.
WOMAN
White or Red?
MAN
I don't care.
WOMAN
Well f**k you!
SHE GOES TO THROW THE SHOES DOWN, BUT HESITATES AND PLACES THEM NICELY BACK ON THE RACK.
WOMAN (CONTINUED)
I'm only trying to look nice, for you.
MAN
But you look fine in anything.
WOMAN
Well I don't wake up looking like this you know!
MAN
I know, I know.
WOMAN.
You what?!
MAN
F**k me.
WOMAN
Humph, well you can go on your bloody own, shove this party up your arse!
MAN
Come on, don't be silly.
WOMAN
Don't be silly? Is that all you can say to me?
MAN
Look, I'm sorry, okay, look, I like-
PICKS UP A RED SHOE.
WOMAN
Don't touch my shoes!
PUTS IT BACK.
MAN
(Pointing)
The red ones.
WOMAN
The red ones?
MAN
Yes.
WOMAN
The red ones?
MAN
Yes, the red ones.
WOMAN
Do you want me to have fat ankles?
MAN
What?! Of course I don't want you to have fat ankles.
WOMAN
Oh I see, so if I got fat ankles, you wouldn't love me anymore?
THE WOMAN TURNS AWAY DRAMATICALLY. THE MAN MIMES STRANGLING HER.
MAN
Of course I'd love you (under his breath) just not your ankles.
WOMAN
Do you really like the red ones?
MAN
Yes, they're f**king great.
WOMAN
Sarc-
MAN
-castic? No.
SHE PUTS THE RED ONES ON. SHE THEN GIVES A LITTLE TWIRL.
MAN (CONTINUED)
Stunning.
SHE SMILES, THEN WALKS TO THE DOOR AND HOLDS OUT HER ARM, WAITING FOR THE MAN TO ESCORT HER.
FADE TO:
INT. BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT.
THE COUPLE WALK IN THROUGH THE DOOR. THE WOMAN FURIOUS. SHE TAKES OFF HER SHOES AND THROWS THEM ACROSS THE ROOM.
WOMAN
I knew it, I just f**king knew it!
MAN
What, what, what?!
WOMAN
Everyone was looking at my fat ankles!
MAN
No one was looking at your fat ankles.
THE WOMAN GLARES AT HIM.
MAN (CONTINUED)
Your ankles.
THE MAN COLLAPSES BACK ONTO THE BED.
MAN (CONTINUED)
If they were looking at anything (beat) It was your fat arse!
THE MAN SMILES AS HE ENJOYS HIS LAST MOMENTS ON EARTH.
FADE OUT.
END
