78b: Fred Willard / Devo
[ open on interior, apartment, night ]
[ cue ringing telephone at nightstand ]
[ Mary groggily reaches out to answer the telephone ]
Mary: Hello? ... Is who here? ... David? No, David is not here, David does not live here any more. [ she looks at the clock ] It's five o'clock in the morning! ... Well, you SHOULD be! You sound very loaded. ... Who is this? ... Yes, I'm sure you're a friend of David's, but he's NOT here! ... Alright, alright... [ she reaches over to turn on a lamp and fumble for an address book. The man lying next to her wakes up with mild curiosity in his sleepy eyes ] Okay, I got the number. ... The last number I have for him is 5-5-5-7-0-9-8. [ she hangs up ] Goodbye, and you're welcome.
Guy: Everything okay?
Mary: Yeah. It was just some woman calling for the number of a guy who used to live here.
Mary: Boy, was she drunk.
Mary: I probably shouldn't have given her the number. He could at least tell his girlfriends not to call here.
Guy: Yeah... I guess he could. [ he rolls over ]
Mary: We were together for two years.
Mary: I don't know what happened, I guess it just wasn't happening.
Guy: Well, that happens. [ he rolls back over ]
Mary: The main thing was... that we had conflicting careers: I worked, and he didn't. And then one night, I threw a clock-radio at his head, and things were never quite the same. You know?
Guy: Oh. [ he leans upward ] Listen... tonight was really special for me. You know? And, uh... uh... [ thinking ]
Guy: Mary. It was -- really -- it was really special. Uh -- anyway, I gotta get home and change my clothes before I go to work in the morning, anyway, so maybe I should be rolling along...
Mary: [ as she lights a cigarette ] No, it's okay. Stay.
Guy: You're sure it's okay?
Mary: Sure. [ the telephone rings ] Ohhh... [ she answers the telephone ] Hello! ... Oh, hello, David. ... YES, I gave it to her! ... Well, how did she get THIS number?! ... David, don't start with me! What do you think I am, your answering service? I really need your drunk bimbos calling me at five in the morning, and I really need you calling me after three months just to give me grief!
Guy: Look, uh... I think I'll be going...
Mary: No, it's okay. Stay. Get some sleep. [ into the telephone ] LIKE HELL, I DID!! YOU WALKED OUT ON ME!! ... Well, it's NOT the way I saw it! ... [ casually ] Do you have a cold, or something? Are you taking care of yourself? [ she giggles ] Wha-a-at?! Wha-a-at?
Guy: Maybe I'll run along...
Mary: [ whispering ] No. Stay. [ into the telephone ] No, there's no one here. [ she puts a silent finger to her lips ]
Guy: I'll go.
Mary: [ waving for the guy to stay, as she continues her conversation ] Never mind what I'm wearing. ... Well, I'd like to see you sometime. ... No, I've only been going out with creeps.
Guy: [ his tail practically between his legs ] Look... I'd better go.
Mary: [ shaking her head no ] No! [ into the telephone ] What? ... No, now, I can't. No. I really can't now. [ she giggles ] Stop it!
Guy: Yeah. I -- I think I will. I'm gonna go. [ he sits up and begins to put his socks back on ]
Mary: It's up to you. [ into the telephone ] Alright, how soon can you be here?
Guy: Have you seen my other shoe?
Mary: [ into the telephone ] Better make it twenty. ... Alright, I'll see you then. ... I love you, too. [ she hangs up ]
Guy: [ as he pulls up his pants ] Here it is. I found my other shoe.
Mary: Oh, yeah. Uh -- your coat's over there on the chair.
Guy: O-kay. I'll be out in just a minute.
[ as she rubs lotion on her hands ] Mary: It's been lovely meeting you.
Guy: Thanks. [ he grabs his shirt ] Listen, I had a great time.
Mary: Oh, really? I'm glad.
Guy: [ desperately ] You look great.
Mary: Thank you!
Guy: [ as he puts on his t-shirt ] Look -- maybe we could, uh -- you know -- sometime, again...
Mary: [ as she brushes her hair ] Uh, yeah -- maybe.
Guy: [ as he puts on his jacket ] Well... as I said, I had a real nice time.
Mary: Oh, good, I'm glad. Listen... take care, and good luck. Bye. [ she kisses his cheek ]
Guy: Bye. [ heapproaches the door, then glances at a pizza box on the chair ] Oh, gee... I hate to even mention it, but... you know, I only deliver this stuff.
Mary: Ohhh, of course. I'm sorry. How much was that?
Guy: Well... for the mushroom and pepperoni, $4.95. THe Cokes were a dollar-twenty. So, you got, what, about six dollars and fifteen cents.
Mary: Soooo, with a tip, that's what?
Guy: Ah, what the heck! Forget it! The treat's on me!
Mary: Oh. Thank you.
Guy: It's nothing! [ he crumbles the receipt ] Okay. [ he exits the room, then peeks back in ] Listen: if you ever need home delivery again, the number's on the box. [ no response, so he quietly exits for good ]
[ pull out to wide shot of set ]
[ SUPER: "coming up next... Jacques Brel -- still in Paris, not at all well" ]
[ fade ]