Just another friday night ufo sighting.

Because I need a break from serious matters Here is the first couple of pages of a ten minute play that I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy. I'll get around to posting the rest sooner or later.



JUST ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT UFO SIGHTING
Setting: Jakes’ bar. An Artist bar with paintings and sculptures that line the walls.

At rise: ELLEN the bartender is fixing a couple of drinks for the couple at the bar.
Before they can say anything. Cornell rushes in and drops several cameras, recording devices and other things on the bar.
CORNELL
HOWDY FOLKS! Glad you could make it. Tonight is a very big night. I have on good authority that the UFO that flew over the U.S.S. JFK in 1971 is making a return visit within the next couple of days and I intended to photograph it. But first I need a couple parts to get the spectalizer working. Can you help me out?
DAISY
(under her breath. Ellen is the only who hears it.)
I got this statue of beer cans you can have.
BART
(To ELLEN)
Who’s the wacko?
Cornell hears this and pulls out a business card and hands it to Daisy.
ELLEN
Cornell Williams. He comes in every friday night talking about the latest UFO Sighting.
DAISY
(reading the card)
Cornell Williams, UFO and paranormal investigator.
CORNELL
That’s me, and who do I have the fine pleasure of meeting tonight.
Daisy hands the business card to Bart who throws it on the bar.
BART
Bart Reynolds and this is my wife Daisy.
Cornell shakes Bart’s hand and then turns to Daisy and kisses her hand.
CORNELL
I ne’er was struck before that hour. With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower. And stole my heart away complete.
DAISY
My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
(Pause)
DAISY
First Love, by John Clare.
CORNELL
Bravo! Bravo! Bart, your wife is a fine women of character, beauty and intelligence. It’s not very often that people recognize Shakespeare let along John Clare these days.
BART
What just happened?
ELLEN
Just humor him, the sooner we can get rid of him the better.
CORNELL
You can indulge me in the pleasure of your company next saturday on a date.
ELLEN
Not until you get proof that aliens actually exist Cornell. Now what can I get you two to drink?
BART
I’ll take a bud, and she’ll take bourbon on the rocks
DAISY
Not on your life! Bart you know you could ask me what I want for once..
BART
Daisy, That’s what you always order.
DAISY
Have you ever thought that I would might like something different for a change.
BART
We’ll...
ELLEN
Okay, Daisy I got a drink for you how about a Desert Rose Freeze.
DAISY
What’s that?
ELLEN
It’s tequila rose, McCormick Irish cream, grenadine and ice purried in a blender then topped off with a strawberry.
DAISY
I’ll take it.

ELLEN nods and starts to prepare the drinks.
BART
You just going to order what she says?
DAISY
Bart at least she has taste.... And don’t even get me started on that hideous thing your brought home the other night.
BART
For your information, that thing is a high quality art piece dedeciated to the Intimadtior Dale Earnhardt.
DAISY
I don’t care who it’s dedicated to or even if the Pope blessed it himself, An orphous of bear cans is not art, It’s trash.
BART
Trash I’ll tell you what trash is. Trash is that horrible poster that you put up in our room.
DAISY
Van Gogh is not trash.