Hello. Ive posted a couple of sketches on here, so, as its primarilly a sit-com site, thought id delight you all now with a scene from a sit-com I wrote a while ago! This is from 'BOB AND JOB' a bit of a willfully odd script that I work on every now and again, somewhere to put any old bizzare thing I think up, a series which in all probability wouldnt get produced in a million years! Anyway, I have fun doing it and wait with baited breath for your opinions! I hope you enjoy it, but fully expect most to hate it!!
EXT. HIGH STREET-DAY.
Bob is dressed quite smartly in a grey pin-striped suit with shirt and loose tie. Then theres Job, Job is Bobs partially formed Siamese twin. Hes a sort of half head, half mound thing growing out of Bobs left shoulder, with one slender arm dangling. He also has a little shirt collar and tie. Job speaks with a deep, rich, confident voice.
The joined up pair stop outside a dating agency and look at the poster in the window.
It’s a before and after job. The before shows a fat, old, grotesque man alone and sad looking. The after side shows the same man, still looking sad, but now with a gorgeous bikini clad lovely on each arm.
JOB
(SARCASTIC)
Oh, well Im convinced.
BOB
You cant argue with an advert that big.
Bob nods and enters.
CUT TO:
INT. DATING AGENCY.
Inside we find a very bare office. One woman is sat behind the lone desk, to her right against the wall is a single filing cabinet. As Bob and Job enters the woman is preoccupied with writing something and so doesn’t look up.
AGENCY
Please, take a seat, I wont be a mo.
BOB
Thank you!
They sit.
JOB
You realise the sweet stench of sweaty desperation is currently hanging over you like a sodden nightdress.
BOB
Its easy for you to say, your beating the ladies off with a stick.
JOB
A slight exaggeration I think Bo-
We see a woman rise up suddenly from beside the desk and move towards Job, who now has a stick in his spindly grasp that he sets about thrashing her with.
JOB
Get out of it!
The woman scurries from the shop.
JOB
Ok, on you go then.
The agency woman has finished writing.
AGENCY
Right then, how can I-
She looks up, seeing Job for the first time.
AGENCY
(CONT)
-oh my good Christ what in the name of all that’s evil is it?! Oh my eyes! My poor tainted eyes!!! By the goddess, would someone tear my eyes asunder so I should never have to look upon such sights again!!! (SUDDENLY CALM) By which I mean, hi, and how are you today?
BOB
Hi, Im Bob, and this is my partially formed Siamese twin, Job.
JOB
Hey there sweet thing.
The woman giggles girlishly.
AGENCY
You know, at first Job, I thought you were a hideous abomination, a grotesque mockery of Gods design, created by the dark Lord himself to bring about Hell on earth; but now I want to sleep with you.
JOB
Yeah, I get that a lot.
The two make eyes at each other.
BOB
Hi, over here.
AGENCY
(COLLECTING HERSLEF)
Right, yes; how can I help you?
BOB
Im on the look out for a nice lady to share my life with. Im quite desperate, verging on the suicidal at times, but I don’t like to complain.
JOB
Cissy.
BOB
Shut up.
Suddenly, the front of the filing cabinet swings open like a door and a figure exits hurriedly. The figure is a man in a floor length, dark coat, clutching a briefcase. Instead of a normal head, he has a goats head perched on his neck top. Without a word he swiftly exits the agency.
AGENCY
(BEAT)
So then, what kind of woman are you after Bob?
BOB
Woah there, who was that? That was very peculiar.
AGENCY
Him? I don’t know; I don’t like to ask questions, I just do my job, go home, post pictures of myself naked on the internet and try not to kill anyone. I don’t want to get involved, don’t drag me down with you! I wont go down with you, you hear me?! I want to live!!!
BOB
Fair enough.
JOB
Is it just me, or is insanity sexy?
AGENCY
(FLIRTY)
You think that was crazy, you should come back to mine and watch me nail my feet to a side of beef.
BOB
Back to me please.
AGENCY
Right, right; so what kind of woman are you after?
BOB
Any really, as long as theyre alive and have very low expectations, Im fine. Oh, but no one that smells like Hitler, I do have to be very strict there.
AGENCY
(TYPING)
Right, and how do you feel about the stench of other well known fascist dictators? We do have several girls with a faint odour of Mussolini about them.
BOB
That’s fine.
We see the woman who Job beat away with a stick try to quietly re-enter. Without looking, Job raises the stick once more.
JOB
Don’t make me use the pointy end.
The woman hurriedly exits.
End Of scene.
THERE WE GO, BE GENTLE WITH ME!