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Gosh, he makes it look so easy!<br />
75 FLETCH<br />
asleep, smiling.<br />
77 PRICATICE COURT - DAY<br />
Gail Stanwyk is on the other side of the <strong>net</strong>, loading tennis balls<br />
into the automatic serve machine. She is in her late twenties and<br />
quite attractive., but in a much more natural way than other women<br />
we see here. She is good natured and effervescent. <strong>Fletch</strong> steps up<br />
to the entrance of the court.<br />
FLETCH<br />
Gail Stanwyk!<br />
She looks up. He enters the court with great delight.<br />
FLETCH<br />
(continuing)<br />
I haven't seen you since the wedding,<br />
Jeez, you look great.<br />
MRS. STANWYK<br />
(genuinely pleased)<br />
I do? Oh, isn't that sweet, thank you. I have to confess<br />
something to you. I must have been pretty plowed at your wedding.<br />
I really don't have the faintest idea who you are.<br />
FLETCH<br />
Huh? No, not my wedding. Yours.<br />
MRS. STANWYK<br />
Oh, mine! Thank God.<br />
(furrows her brow)<br />
Actually, that doesn't make it any better, does it?<br />
Are you a friend of Alan's?<br />
FLETCH<br />
We used to fly together. I'm...John.<br />
MRS. STANWYK<br />
(snaps her fingers in happy recognition)<br />
John! You used to fly together!<br />
Her smile segues right into an "I'm sorry, bit I give up"<br />
expression.<br />
MRS. STANWYK<br />
John who?<br />
FLETCH<br />
John Ultrarelamensky.
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