MONTAGE:
An Assortment of Penises and Vaginas. The montage ends on a vagina covered in VD warts.
MATCH CUT:
INT. GYNECOLOGIST OFFICE /PLANNED PARENTHOOD - DAY
Molly (25) chunky and plain, holds a brochure in her hands with the picture of the VD pussy.
MOLLY
What the fuck, Sydney. Why would you show me this?
Sydney (25) sits next to her, with sunglasses, and a scarf that covers most of her face.
SYDNEY
No way that woman comes back from that.
MOLLY
I’m sure doctors were able to get things semi back to... Yeah I don’t know.
SYDNEY
I’ve worked very hard to keep Sheila perfect. Geeta even put her on her Waxing Wall of Wonder.
MOLLY
Why am I here?
SYDNEY
You don’t think I actually got this at Geeta’s do you?
MOLLY
I doubt--
SYDNEY
It took so long to find a connection like me and Geeta’s.
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MOLLY
Oh shit--
SYDNEY
No, really, Molls, I legit stopped seeing my therapist because Geeta’s waxes were so therapeutic.
MOLLY
(She whispers)
Shut up. Eric. To your left.
Sydney looks to her right.
MOLLY (CONT’D)
The other way.
Molly raises the VD brochure to cover her face.
SYDNEY
Wait, is that the Eric you shit your pants in front of? On our senior trip?
MOLLY
Oh god, hide me.
SYDNEY
After you made fun of hiding my face? He probably doesn’t even remember.
(beat)
You should invite him to your party.
MOLLY
No.
SYDNEY
Eric!
Molly hides behind the brochure.
MOLLY
Sydney, stop it.
Sydney throws her shades to chair.
SYDNEY
Eric! Hey. You work here?
Eric walks over.
ERIC
Sydney?
BRENT (to his friends). Look, guys, I guess someone forgot how to use a straw! (Brent and his friends laugh and begin to walk away.)
back outside and sits there for a while wondering what he should do. His friend
George are in there. She is apparently looking for Curley but she already knows that
Again!” she cried. “I don’t see how you have to be so precise when I’ve already finished the passage,” came a voice from behind Sydney’s clock. She jumped into the air, then landed back on her chair with a thud. “Zinnia!”
She opens the card to find two-hundred dollars, and a row of condoms. MOLLY Really? She holds up the condoms.
Curley is looking for her she reacts in a way that I think she is
Generations to generation, women were taught by the society that women could not speak up about our privacy to anyone or the public. Every Christian woman knows that we have a common evil spiritual enemy. He hates us! He influences men and even woman to rape, abuse, kill and oppress us with cultural rules that put women down as an object. However, women were not created to be a slave of the evil. We were created to have abundant, happy and healthy life. Believing in these concepts, I really enjoyed the Vagina Monologues because open my eyes to reflect how we must deal with our intimacy.
Wayne leaves and Kelli closes the door. All the girls look at her with big grins. kELLI Just shut up. All of you. Kelli goes upstairs.
The baby’s sitting in a little tupperware container getting a bath when I walk into the room. My sister looks dead. Her eyes are closed, black bags hanging underneath. “Isn’t He precious?” My mom asks.
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I can't remember the day my hair and I parted ways. We used to get along when we were young! Displayed in the ponytail fountain on top of my head, she was quite cooperative....
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January 16, 2016 will remain a memorable night for me and five of my friends. It was the day that we celebrated my friend Blake’s 17th birthday. His girlfriend was out of town so he chose to spend the night with some of his friends. The party’s location was at my friend Tyler’s shop, and we were all looking forward to it. Tyler was going to handle the food, but I was in charge of the cake.