Now, I haven't posted a thread in this forum for years. But I have an old script (or part of a script) that includes parts I really like, but I'm not quite sure what direction I should take it in, so thought I'd post part of it here and see if it inspires anything.
This forum really helped me all those years back, the advice I got from members here was very valuable in learning the dos and don'ts of sitcom writing, and was a big part of getting my agent and meetings etc (humblebrag). I try to offer advice on other peoples sitcoms when I can, and it's good to see this forum still thriving.
Anyway, enough yakking, here is the opening scene of Unfamous, a sitcom about a glamour model that moves back in with her parents:
INT. THE TAYLOR HOUSE, HALLWAY - DAY
MARY-ANN TAYLOR, 25, model looks, and WILSON, 50s, bookish, stand in the hall. Wilson holds a suitcase.
MARY-ANN
Welcome to my humble abode, Wilson.
WILSON
Beautiful, Miss Taylor.
MARY-ANN
Wait here.
WILSON
Shall I make myself at home?
MARY-ANN
No, I don't know what you do at home, Wilson. A lot of people masturbate.
WILSON
I would never, Miss Taylor. Not in the hall.
LIZZIE TAYLOR, 50s, flamboyant, enters.
LIZZIE
Mary-Ann! I knew I heard voices. I thought it was my Thorazine wearing off. Speaking of which, are you still seeing that Doctor?
MARY-ANN
I wasn't seeing him, Mum! He felt me up when I was under anaesthetic.
LIZZIE
You were asking for it dressed like that.
MARY-ANN
I was in a hospital gown!
LIZZIE
You had your legs wide open.
MARY-ANN
He was my gynecologist! Jesus! Mum!
LIZZIE
(sultry)
And who is this?
MARY-ANN
Wilson. He's my PA. Or man-servant. Or something. I dunno. What are you again?
WILSON
PA is fine.
LIZZIE
It's a pleasure to meet you, Wilson. I'm Lizzie.
(shouting)
Geoffrey! Get down here!
Geoff (O.O.V)
I'm on the loo!
LIZZIE
(shouting)
Well hurry up! Mary-Ann's home! She's got some great news!
GEOFF (O.O.V)
She better not be pregnant!
MARY-ANN
What?
LIZZIE
(shouting)
Of course she's not pregnant.
(beat)
You're not are you? You do look like you've put on a few pounds?
MARY-ANN
Mum! No! What the hell?!
LIZZIE
Good. Last thing I need is a chubby little sprog running around the house.
MARY-ANN
Why would it be chubby?
LIZZIE
By the way, Simon's been ringing here. He wants to talk to you.
MARY-ANN
God! When will he get it through his thick skull that we're over? It was just a fling! I mean, we were only married for two months. We didn't even go on the honeymoon!
(beat)
Well, he didn't.
WILSON
Would you like me to speak to him, Miss Taylor?
MARY-ANN
What are you going to do Wilson? Threaten to beat him up with your colostomy bag?
(laughs to herself)
I'm saying you're old.
LIZZIE
Old and experienced, eh Wilson?
(winks)
MARY-ANN
Mum. Stop. You're making me gag. Wilson, go phone Simon.
WILSON
Do you have his number?
MARY-ANN
Have you heard of a phone-book, Wilson? It's white, thick, and has been around for hundreds of years - like you!
(laughs to herself again)
WILSON
I don't know his surname, Miss Taylor.
MARY-ANN
Oh right. It's Garrett.
Wilson exits.
LIZZIE
Is he married?
MARY-ANN
Mum! Please. Keep it in your pants. Wait a minute, are those my pants?
GEOFF TAYLOR, 50s, a portly gent, enters.
GEOFF
That bog roll's like sand paper. I feel like I've been dragged through the Sahara desert arse first!
MARY-ANN
Daddy!
Mary-Ann runs over and hugs Geoff.
GEOFF
Pumpkin! How are you?
MARY-ANN
Did you miss me?
GEOFF
Like you wouldn't believe. Not a day went by that I wasn't thinking of you.
(beat)
How long are you gonna be staying with us?
MARY-ANN
Well, that's my good news. I'm moving back in!
GEOFF
(surprised)
What? You mean until you fly back to Paris...?
MARY-ANN
No. Permanently!
GEOFF
(unsure)
I missed you so bloody much!