"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...
"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...
"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...
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MEL'S DRIVE-IN<br />
TERRY<br />
(quietly)<br />
Sure...<br />
The endless chrome-flashing parade continues. Among the lines<br />
of fine cars, Terry is parked in the '58 Chevy next to an<br />
order speaker on a metal pole. Terry leans out the car window<br />
and orders into the intercom.<br />
TERRY<br />
A double Chub<strong>by</strong> Chuck, a Mexicali<br />
Chili Barb, two orders of French<br />
fries--<br />
DEBBIE<br />
And cherry cokes.<br />
The intercom clicks on and a garbled voice squawks back at<br />
him.<br />
INTERCOM<br />
Ark, wark, dork.<br />
TERRY<br />
(pushing the button)<br />
Now wait a minute. What? Huh?<br />
INTERCOM<br />
Ark, wark, dork.<br />
TERRY<br />
Yeah, right. Cool.<br />
As they wait for their order, several guys in various passing<br />
cars yell sleazy greetings to Debbie. Suddenly, a rough-<br />
looking face, belonging to Vic Lozier, pops in her window.<br />
VIC<br />
Hey, Deb. How's my soft ba<strong>by</strong>?<br />
DEBBIE<br />
Beat it, Vic. I'm not your ba<strong>by</strong>.<br />
Terry nervously pretends not to hear.<br />
VIC<br />
Oh, come on, honey. So I never called<br />
you back. I've been, you know, busy...<br />
DEBBIE<br />
Three weeks... besides, it only took<br />
one night for me to realize that if<br />
brains were dynamite, you couldn't<br />
blow your nose.<br />
VIC<br />
Look who's talking. Who's the wimp<br />
you're hanging out with now? Einstein?
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