(Two lovers share a bed in a tent on the front lines.) Woman: Darling? Man: Yes, dear? Woman: (Leaning over to kiss his neck) Where are the launch sites for your force's missile defense system? Man: Now you know I can't talk about that. It's classified. Woman: What's the matter? Don't you trust me? Man: Of course! Why, your interest in military secrets is quite common. (Chuckling) I'm telling you, if I had a nickle for every time a woman asked me about those missiles- Woman: Then why won't you tell me? Man: Sweetie, the only weapon you need to be concerned about is right under these sheets. (He tries to embrace her but she pulls away.) What's the matter? Woman: How can I trust you if you don't trust me? Man: I do trust you. Woman: Then tell me! Man: Fine! They're in the mountain range. Now are you satisfied? Come on. Give us a kiss. Woman: Which mountain range? Man: The one on the border. Woman: What are the exact coordinates? Man: I don't know. Who cares? Let's make love! Woman: Just a minute. (She gets up, showing a fantastic body, takes out a marker pen and some black and white photographs from a drawer, returns to the bed, and hands the pen to her lover.) Could you pinpoint the location on these aerial photographs? Man: What? Why? Woman: Because I'm still not convinced that you trust me. |
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© 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Thursday, September 13, 2012
War Story: All's Fair in Love and War
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