"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...

Terry pulls into the parking lot and stops. He looks up at
the flashing liquor store sign and considers his battle plan.
"Maybe Baby" by Buddy Holly is playing on the radio.
DEBBIE
Do you have an ID?
TERRY
No... hey, but no sweat. What'll it
be? Beer, little wine?
DEBBIE
If you could get some Old Harper,
I'd give you a French kiss.
TERRY
Old Harper, rrright! He gives her an
OK sign with his fingers and goes
over to the store. He starts to enter,
then stops and thinks. He sees a man
in a business suit approaching, and
smiles.
TERRY
Excuse me, sir, while you're in there--
I mean, since you're going in anyway,
I wonder if--
Yes, son?
MAN
TERRY
Could you--sir--could you give me
the time?
MAN
(looking at his watch)
Why sure, it's a quarter to twelve.
TERRY
Great. Quarter to twelve. Thanks a
lot.
The man regards him, Terry pretends to start off until the
man goes in. Terry pulls himself together as another man
approaches, or rather stumbles up, being older, scruffy and,
essentially, a bum.
TERRY
Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D.
in--in a flood and I'd like to get
some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would
you mind buying a bottle for me?
The bum is still trying to focus on Terry and smiles.
BUM
Why certainly, I lost my wife, too--
her name wasn't Idy, though, and it
wasn't in a flood--but I know what
ya--