She's a rock star of David.
By Elaine Carroll & Sam Reich
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
The end of class. MARY-KATE approaches LIMOR as she packs
up her things.
Mary-Kate. That's okay. WE
haven't MET met. Like met for
lunch at the Met.
Wait, I got your Facebook invite!
I'm inny like like a good
Uh... I just sent that to everyone.
So everyone's going to be there?
Because Elijah Wood and I are in a
fight about how much he sucks. I
say he sucks, he disagrees.
Yeah, Elijah Wood isn't coming.
Then I'll be there! How much are
Like a public benefit for the City
of New York?
Yeah, like that.
Should I bring money anyway? Is
There's a two-drink minimum.
No worries. Is there a maximum?
Because, in that case, worries.
There's no maximum.
Can I get a +1? In case Elijah
Wood stops sucking?
Can I get a VIP pass? VVIP? How
deep do the Vs go? How deep can my
V-neck be? Is there a dress code?
Is there a code to the VIP room?
Can I get a VIP pass?
Look, I'm not going to fuck with
you, okay? This isn't some big
concert. This is me and my friends
rocking out in the basement of a
bar, making the earth quiver. Are
you into that shit?
Mary-Kate looks shocked, but slowly but surely raises up her
hand, which is making a rock symbol.
Fine. The Petri Dish. Midnight.
Oooh, I'm tired at midnight. Is
there a matinee?
Limor shoots her a look.
I mean... is there MDMA?
You do drugs?
Uh... Is the sky purple right now?
The sky is black to me. The sky is
always black to me.
Like your lipstick.
Yeah, black is my thing.
You Jews and your blacks. Sorry,
sorry. You Jewish people and your
I'm not Jewish.
What?! You just rocked my world.
Wait til tonight.