Sketch / Practice Kissing Hand Fail

To all those single on Valentine's Day: love yourself, but carefully.

Practice Kissing Hand Fail
By
Sarah Schneider & Dan Gurewitch
          INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE (NIGHT)

          High-schooler ALISON sits with her friends CLAIRE and MOLLY
          at a sleepover, all in PJs, giggling and gossiping.  They're
          unpopular girls.

                              ALISON
                    But like, what if he wants to make
                    out after the dance?  I've never
                    kissed a boy before.

                              CLAIRE
                    Duh, practice on your hand!

                              MOLLY
                    That's how I learned.

          They giggle.  Alison nods, thinking about this.

          DISSOLVE TO:

          INT. ALISON'S BEDROOM - THE NEXT NIGHT

          Alison is alone.  She checks in the hallway to make sure no
          one's around.  After a moment of consideration, she takes a
          deep breath, lifts up the back of her hand, and briefly,
          TENDERLY MAKES OUT WITH IT.

          She pulls her hand away.  Suddenly, a LITTLE MOUTH on the
          back of her hand SPEAKS TO HER, moving its lips.  He has the
          voice of a TEENAGE GUY - tentative, sweet.  Softly:

                              KISSING HAND
                    Hey.

                              ALISON
                         (confused, but charmed)
                    Hey.

                              KISSING HAND
                    That was... really nice.

                              ALISON
                    Are you sure?  I- I don't really
                    know what I'm doing.

                              KISSING HAND
                         (laughing comfortingly)
                    Yeah, you were great.  Hey, I've
                    gotta meet my friends... maybe I'll
                    see you after third period?

                              ALISON
                    Oh.  Yeah, okay.

          Alison lowers her hand and smiles.  Suddenly, her KNEES
          speak up to her hand - the voices of his douchey TEEN GUY
          FRIENDS.  KNEE 1 has a CIGARETTE Dangling out of his mouth.

                              KNEE 1
                    Uh... what the hell was that?

                              KISSING HAND
                    What are you talking about?

                              KNEE 2
                    We saw you kissing Alison
                    McCloskey.

                              KISSING HAND
                         (awkward)
                    What?  No.  I just- I was asking
                    her if I could borrow her brother's
                    skateboard.

                              KNEE 1
                    We know what we saw.  Dude, she's
                    in color guard.

          The two knees laugh, disgusted/mocking.  Hand is defensive.

                              KISSING HAND
                    Yeah, which is why I didn't kiss
                    her, buttheads.

          Alison lifts her OTHER HAND to her face.  It speaks with
          voice of her BEST GUY FRIEND - also unpopular, shy, sweet.

                              ALISON
                    Other Hand!  Oh my god, I have
                    something to tell you.

                              OTHER HAND
                    I have something to tell you, too. 
                    I know we're best friends, but I've
                    started to feel something-

                              ALISON
                    HAND AND I TOTALLY JUST KISSED!  I
                    like him SO MUCH.

                              OTHER HAND
                         (crestfallen)
                    Oh.  That's radical.

                              ALISON
                         (staring at Kissing Hand)
                    Oh my G, he's looking at me.  He is
                    SO. CUTE.

          Back at Alison's waist-level, Knees talk to Kissing Hand.

                              KNEE 1
                    She's staring right at you, bro.

                              KISSING HAND
                    Shut up, jackwad.  Let's just ditch
                    seventh period and grind that rail
                    behind the Fuddrucker's like we
                    always do.

          Alison's ELBOW speaks up, with a MIDDLE-AGED MAN VOICE.

                              ELBOW
                    You boys think I can't hear you?

                              KISSING HAND & KNEES
                         (sing-song)
                    Sorry, Myr. Elbow.

                              KNEE 2
                    Mr. Elbow's such a dick.

                              ELBOW (O.S.)
                    I have ears, you know!

          Alison's BIG TOE speaks up, a BITCHY CHEERLEADER.

                              BIG TOE
                    Hey, Hand.  I saw you get in
                    trouble.  You wanna make out?

                              KNEE 1
                    Yeah right, he's already got a
                    girlfriend.

                              KNEES 1 & 2
                         (mocking)
                    Alison McCloskey!

                              KISSING HAND
                    Ugh, I TOLD YOU, I'd never touch
                    that pimple-nosed fatty freak!

          Cut to Alison, who's OVERHEARD THIS.  She gasps, hurt.

                              KISSING HAND
                    No, wait!  Alison!  I- I didn't-

          Alison stuffs Kissing Hand in her pocket (he continues his
          pleading, now MUFFLED), and starts CRYING.  She lifts up
          OTHER HAND to her tear-stained face.

                              OTHER HAND
                    Come on.  Allie- Alison, look at
                    me.  You're beautiful, okay?
                         (she keeps crying)
                    Anyone who doesn't see what I see
                    is an idiot.
                         (noticing a TEAR on her cheek)
                    Here... let me get that.

          Alison wipes her tear away with her best friend hand, then
          moves it towards her lips.  They're about to KISS, when
          suddenly Alison's KISSING HAND is lifted up to the other
          side of her face.

                              KISSING HAND
                    Alison?

          Alison turns to look at her kissing hand.

                              OTHER HAND
                    She doesn't want to talk to you,
                    Hand.

                              KISSING HAND
                    Alison, look.  I messed up, okay. 
                    I just- I like you, I do.

                              KNEE 1
                    UGH!  Bro, are you serious?

                              BIG TOE
                         (to herself)
                    Gross.  I'm gonna go fuck armpit.

                              OTHER HAND
                    Don't listen to him.  He's just
                    gonna hurt you, it's what he does.

          Alison looks back and forth between her hands.

                              ALISON
                    Thanks Hand, but I should be with a
                    hand that treats me like I deserve
                    to be treated.  And that hand... is
                    Other Hand.

          Alison kisses Other Hand.  Kissing Hand pushes Other Hand
          away.

                              KISSING HAND
                    Get your hands off my girl!

                              OTHER HAND
                    You heard what she said!  She's not
                    your girl!

                              KNEES 1 & 2
                    FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

          CUT TO WIDE TO ACTUAL REALITY.

          Alison is doing GRUFF MALE NONSENSE VOICES, shaking her
          hands, knees and toes at each other as she talks.  her LEFT
          KNEE has a CIGARETTE taped to it.  It's pathetic.

                              ALISON
                         (shaking left hand)
                    Mnuh-nuh-numanumanuh!
                         (shaking right hand)
                    NUMA-numa-NUMNUMNUM!

          She SMACKS HER HANDS TOGETHER limply in front of her face.

                              ALISON
                    Guys, don't fight!

          CUT TO DOORWAY, where Alison's MIDDLE-AGED PARENTS stand
          watching her, sad, her father's arm around her mother.  Her
          father shakes his head and closes the door as they slowly,
          sadly walk away.

          END.
cast
Alison Emily Axford
Claire Allison Rich
Molly Aizzah Fatima
Mother Elise Rovinsky
Father Tom Shewchuk
Kissing Hand Josh Ruben
Other Hand David Kerns
Mr. Elbow Gilbert Gottfried
Knee 1 Pat Cassels
Knee 2 David Young
Big Toe Jocelyn DeBoer
crew
Director Vincent Peone
Producer Steve Cozzarelli
Editor Nick Barbieri
Director of Photography Vincent Peone
President of Original Content Sam Reich
Executive Producer Spencer Griffin
Director of Post Production Michael Schaubach
Production Manager Sam Sparks
Assistant Production Manager Jeremy Reitz
Post Production Producer Lacy Wittman
Production Design Andy Myers
Hair and Makeup Michelle DeWyngaert
Production Coordinator Lisa Hall
Sound Mixer Harris Karlin
Kurt Seery
Visual Effects Gloo Studios
1st Assistant Camera Brendan Banks
2nd Assistant Camera Kali Riley
Grip and Electric Sam Jones
Gaffer Jason Beasley
Best Boy Grip Kyle Struve
Assistant Editor Phil Fox
Post Production Coordinator Amanda Madden
Composer Dylan Charbeneau
Production Accountant Christine Rodriguez
Assistant Production Accountant Daniel Siegel
Erin Marshall
Production Assistant Justen Van Dyke
Will Buikema
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