And the winners are:
Marge - Betty White (66%)
Ralph - Carroll O'Connor (66%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. MODEST HOME.1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY
A mature COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away.
HUSBAND
Baseball season's finally here.
As he walks into the living room to turn on the television,
WIFE
(excitedly)
Why don't we go?
HUSBAND
Not today, Marge. This couch feels too good.
(patting her hand)
Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
MARGE
It's such a beautiful day, Ralph.
Her face brightens up.
MARGE
Is it easy to find the stadium by train?
RALPH
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
MARGE (OS)
I'm going.
RALPH
By yourself?
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
MARGE
If I can survive the birth of three beautiful
children, I can manage a train to the Bronx.
RALPH
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
MARGE
I'll call when I get there.
EXT./INT. EL TRAIN STATION - DAY
Ecstatically inhaling the sunny April day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.
When the train arrives, she makes herself comfortable, knitting. At the changeover, she reconsiders, then shoves her knitting into its bag, rises, and joins the THRONGS onto the M train.
INT./EXT. 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, the compartment quickly empties, she following the enthusiastic FANS down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Marge grins at the Stadium, then rushes to the box office and patiently waits her turn.
ATTENDANT
Next.
MARGE
One adult ticket please, young man.
Oh, and are there senior discounts?
ATTENDANT
Sorry, the game's sold out.
MARGE
But I've come all the way from Queens.
ATTENDANT
Next!
Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. 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.
TICKET COLLECTOR
Ticket, please.
MARGE
Oh, I'm with them.
INT. STADIUM - DAY
As he turns to "them," Marge runs into the heart of the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic, watching for security, or worse yet, the police.
Rushing to the telephones, she fumbles for her change purse. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and manages to dial.
MARGE
Hurry, Ralph!
RALPH (OS)
Hello?
MARGE
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
RALPH (OS)
What?
MARGE
(glancing around)
They're looking for me now!
RALPH (OS)
What are you talking about?
MARGE
I snuck into Yankee Stadium!
RALPH (OS)
Wail til the boys hear about this!
MARGE
Oh no!
RALPH (OS)
Relax, Marge. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
MARGE
Relax? Enjoy?
RALPH (OS)
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to bother you.
I'll order some Chinese to celebrate.
Disbelievingly, she peers at the DIAL TONE. She cautiously follows the fans as they make their way to the stands.
EXT. STANDS - DAY
Marge stops abruptly and shakes her head at the half-full stadium. She zooms in on available seats behind third base, buys a box of Cracker Jacks and a diet coke, then rushes to the unclaimed seat placing her snacks on it. She stands and CLAPS when the teams take to the field.
At the tap on her shoulder, she freezes. From the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.
FAN
You dropped your Cracker Jack's prize, Ma'am.
LAUGHING with relief, she manages a...
MARGE
Thank you, dear.
...and enjoys the ball game, with only an occasional glance over her shoulder.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 5, 2009
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME
And the winners are:
Marge - Tie between Lucille Ball & Goldie Hawn (37%)
Ralph - Desi Arnaz (37%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
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.
RALPH
I wonder who the Yankees are playing today?
HIS WIFE
(enthusiastically)
Why don't we go?
RALPH
I want to relax today, Marge. Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
MARGE
But it's such a beautiful day.
Her faces brightens up.
MARGE
Is it easy to get to the stadium by train?
RALPH
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
MARGE (OS)
I'm going.
RALPH
By yourself?
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
MARGE
If I can survive the birth of three kids, I
can manage the train to the Bronx.
RALPH
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
MARGE
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.
CUT TO:
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.
MARGE
One adult ticket, please. Oh, is there
a senior discount?
BOX OFFICE ATTENDANT
Sorry. The game's sold out.
MARGE
I came all the way from Queens!
ATTENDANT
Next!
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.
TICKET COLLECTOR
Ticket, please.
MARGE
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.
MARGE
C'mon Ralph.
RALPH (OS)
Hello?
MARGE
(panicking)
Ralph...Ralph!
RALPH (OS)
What's wrong?
MARGE
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
RALPH (OS)
What?
MARGE
(glancing around)
They're looking for me now!
RALPH (OS)
Slow down. What are you talking about?
MARGE
I snuck into Yankee Stadium.
RALPH (OS)
All right! Wait till I tell the boys!
MARGE
(taken aback)
Are you crazy?
RALPH (OS)
Relax. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
MARGE
Relax? Enjoy?
RALPH (OS)
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to
bother you.
MARGE
When I get out of jail, we'll share notes.
RALPH (OS)
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.
MARGE
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.
FAN
They must be your cracker jax prize.
LAUGHING uncontrollably, she manages a...
MARGE
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**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Marge - Tie between Lucille Ball & Goldie Hawn (37%)
Ralph - Desi Arnaz (37%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
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.
RALPH
I wonder who the Yankees are playing today?
HIS WIFE
(enthusiastically)
Why don't we go?
RALPH
I want to relax today, Marge. Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
MARGE
But it's such a beautiful day.
Her faces brightens up.
MARGE
Is it easy to get to the stadium by train?
RALPH
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
MARGE (OS)
I'm going.
RALPH
By yourself?
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
MARGE
If I can survive the birth of three kids, I
can manage the train to the Bronx.
RALPH
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
MARGE
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.
CUT TO:
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.
MARGE
One adult ticket, please. Oh, is there
a senior discount?
BOX OFFICE ATTENDANT
Sorry. The game's sold out.
MARGE
I came all the way from Queens!
ATTENDANT
Next!
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.
TICKET COLLECTOR
Ticket, please.
MARGE
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.
MARGE
C'mon Ralph.
RALPH (OS)
Hello?
MARGE
(panicking)
Ralph...Ralph!
RALPH (OS)
What's wrong?
MARGE
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
RALPH (OS)
What?
MARGE
(glancing around)
They're looking for me now!
RALPH (OS)
Slow down. What are you talking about?
MARGE
I snuck into Yankee Stadium.
RALPH (OS)
All right! Wait till I tell the boys!
MARGE
(taken aback)
Are you crazy?
RALPH (OS)
Relax. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
MARGE
Relax? Enjoy?
RALPH (OS)
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to
bother you.
MARGE
When I get out of jail, we'll share notes.
RALPH (OS)
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.
MARGE
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.
FAN
They must be your cracker jax prize.
LAUGHING uncontrollably, she manages a...
MARGE
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**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Going Commercial
And the winners are:
Bill - Ashtun Kutcher (33%)
Victoria - Cameron Diaz (53%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM. WISCONSIN HOME - DAY
Wearing a Green Bay Packers' jersey and a pair of jeans while watching television, a Packers' FAN anticipates the football game, swigging a bottle of Milwaukee's Best Light Beer.
BILL
Victoria! The game's about to start!
Just as his WIFE enters the living room, a commercial flashes on the television.
INSERT COMMERCIAL IN QUOTES: "Rembrandt, for a smile you can count on."
Without hesitation, Victoria rushes into the bathroom and brushes her teeth. Bill smiles.
"If it isn't Orville Redenbacher, it isn't popcorn."
She dashes into the kitchen in search of the popcorn maker, fills it to the brim with kernels, then plugs it in.
"Escape the smell of odor with Hefty's scented garbage bags."
At commercial speed, she discards the half-empty kitchen trash and replaces it with a fresh Hefty bag. Bill shakes his head.
The popcorn begins to pop.
"Bounty, the quicker, picker upper."
On cue, Victoria yanks a sheet of Bounty and cleans the kitchen sink.
"Kenmore, life running beautifully."
Just in time, she pulls out the vacuum cleaner as the popcorn maker's lid explodes off; popping corn pinging throughout the kitchen, covering the floor. But she abandons the kitchen to vacuum around Bill's feet. He looks up at her with a forced smile.
"Victoria's Secret Lingerie's sale starts tomorrow."
Bill runs his hand through his hair, as she disappears. He then swigs his beer, and relaxes. Minutes later, Victoria reappears wearing a black negligee. Seating her on his lap,
BILL
(grinning)
Honey, it's not going to work this time.
VICTORIA
No?
Bill shakes his head gently; Victoria sighing.
"Men should act like men, and light beer should taste like beer. Milwaukee's Best Light Beer."
Bill blinks at the bottle of Milwaukee Best Light Beer in his hand. Grabbing Victoria,
BILL
Here's Johnny!
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Bill - Ashtun Kutcher (33%)
Victoria - Cameron Diaz (53%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM. WISCONSIN HOME - DAY
Wearing a Green Bay Packers' jersey and a pair of jeans while watching television, a Packers' FAN anticipates the football game, swigging a bottle of Milwaukee's Best Light Beer.
BILL
Victoria! The game's about to start!
Just as his WIFE enters the living room, a commercial flashes on the television.
INSERT COMMERCIAL IN QUOTES: "Rembrandt, for a smile you can count on."
Without hesitation, Victoria rushes into the bathroom and brushes her teeth. Bill smiles.
"If it isn't Orville Redenbacher, it isn't popcorn."
She dashes into the kitchen in search of the popcorn maker, fills it to the brim with kernels, then plugs it in.
"Escape the smell of odor with Hefty's scented garbage bags."
At commercial speed, she discards the half-empty kitchen trash and replaces it with a fresh Hefty bag. Bill shakes his head.
The popcorn begins to pop.
"Bounty, the quicker, picker upper."
On cue, Victoria yanks a sheet of Bounty and cleans the kitchen sink.
"Kenmore, life running beautifully."
Just in time, she pulls out the vacuum cleaner as the popcorn maker's lid explodes off; popping corn pinging throughout the kitchen, covering the floor. But she abandons the kitchen to vacuum around Bill's feet. He looks up at her with a forced smile.
"Victoria's Secret Lingerie's sale starts tomorrow."
Bill runs his hand through his hair, as she disappears. He then swigs his beer, and relaxes. Minutes later, Victoria reappears wearing a black negligee. Seating her on his lap,
BILL
(grinning)
Honey, it's not going to work this time.
VICTORIA
No?
Bill shakes his head gently; Victoria sighing.
"Men should act like men, and light beer should taste like beer. Milwaukee's Best Light Beer."
Bill blinks at the bottle of Milwaukee Best Light Beer in his hand. Grabbing Victoria,
BILL
Here's Johnny!
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
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