Year of the Comet1992

Oliver Plexico:
Pssssst! Maggie!

Margaret Harwood:
[Maggie looks out the window, leans out a little, then looks down and sees Oliver on the remaining block of the broken wall planter below] What are you doing?

Oliver Plexico:
[smiles tiredly] I've come to rescue you!

Margaret Harwood:
[looks behind her, then back to Oliver] Don't rescue me, it's a trap!

Oliver Plexico:
Sweet, sweet Maggie! I know it's a Goddamned trap! The point is, I've somewhat bungled things. So... you're gonna have to save me.

Margaret Harwood:
[stands upright, crossing arms] Are you safe on that thing?

Oliver Plexico:
Define safe.

Margaret Harwood:
[Turns around hastily, pulls the sheets off the bed, ties them into a long rope and ties it around herself hastily, prepared to lower it down to Oliver] Allright! I'll save your life! That's only fair, you saved mine! But then I'm calling it quits!

Oliver Plexico:
Why?

Margaret Harwood:
Because you have no respect for my feelings!

Oliver Plexico:
I have respect for your feelings...

Margaret Harwood:
Bull Sh*t!

Oliver Plexico:
I get the feeling you don't believe me?

Margaret Harwood:
Stop being charming!

Oliver Plexico:
I haven't got much choice right now, I got a 50 foot drop below me, and a crazy lady 10 feet above!

Margaret Harwood:
After we... After we did... After we were done with...

Oliver Plexico:
After sex?

Margaret Harwood:
Yes! Right! Correct! You could have got the number yourself, you didn't have to [chokes back tears] throw your wife at me!

Oliver Plexico:
I don't have a wife.

Margaret Harwood:
I saw the wedding photo!

Oliver Plexico:
That's my sister! [Oliver starts to get aggravated]

Margaret Harwood:
Don't make it worse!

Oliver Plexico:
[yelling] Now you listen to me, Margaret! When I first met you, you were this... beautiful, crazy... ragamuffin. And I said to myself, hey! A beautiful, crazy... ragamuffin! I didn't have to fly down to get the bottle, I volunteered! Now why do you think I did that?

Margaret Harwood:
Why should I believe any of this?

Margaret Harwood:
[sighs, frustrated and looks around, motioning with his hand] A guy fresh from the chiropractor scales a 50 foot wall to save your life? This is not mass entertainment Maggie! It's gotta be... Love!