And the winners are:
Marge - Tie between Lucille Ball & Goldie Hawn (37%)
Ralph - Desi Arnaz (37%)
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INT. HOME. Mid-1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY
A MARRIED COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away. RALPH walks into the living room and turns on the television.
I wonder who the Yankees are playing today?
Why don't we go?
I want to relax today, Marge. Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
But it's such a beautiful day.
Her faces brightens up.
Is it easy to get to the stadium by train?
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
If I can survive the birth of three kids, I
can manage the train to the Bronx.
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
I'll call when I get there.
EXT./INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY
Ecstatically inhaling the sunny spring day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.
Sitting, she makes herself comfortable pulling a novel from her purse. At the changeover, she reconsiders, but quickly shoves the novel in her purse, rises, and joins the throngs who are shoving her onto the M train.
INT. M TRAIN - DAY
Crowded as rush hour, Marge finds and grasps the pole in the center of the compartment, unsteady as the train. When the stadium comes into view, most of the compartment empties, she following, down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Excitedly, Marge rushes to the Box Office and waits patiently for her turn.
One adult ticket, please. Oh, is there
a senior discount?
BOX OFFICE ATTENDANT
Sorry. The game's sold out.
I came all the way from Queens!
Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. She abruptly stops and turns around. She observes a COUPLE with two CHILDREN waiting on line to enter the stadium.
Excusing herself ever so endearingly and politely to those she cuts in front of, she discreetly joins the family as they pass through the turnstile. She feels a tap on her shoulder.
I'm with them.
Distracted by his co-worker, Marge runs into the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic and searches for the telephones. Paranoid, she watches for security, or worse yet, the police. She fumbles for her wallet. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and attempts to dial.
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
They're looking for me now!
Slow down. What are you talking about?
I snuck into Yankee Stadium.
All right! Wait till I tell the boys!
Are you crazy?
Relax. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to
When I get out of jail, we'll share notes.
I'll order Chinese to celebrate.
Disbelievingly, she peers at the end of the telephone when she hears a dial tone, then studies the crowd of excited FANS who are rushing to the stands.
EXT. STANDS - DAY
As Marge follows them, she abruptly stops in the half-full stadium. She shakes her head in disbelief and wonder, but zooms in on available seats behind third base.
I'll be able to touch Greg Nettles.
After she buys a box of Cracker Jax and a diet coke, she rushes to the unclaimed seat, placing her snacks on it, while enthusiastically CLAPPING as the team takes to the field.
Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She stops dead. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.
They must be your cracker jax prize.
LAUGHING uncontrollably, she manages a...
Thank you, son.
...and enjoys the rest of the game with a glance over her shoulder every inning.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**