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2004-05-01
Clelly Monologues: "The Scrabble Match"
When we last left our hero he was about to be forced to play Scrabble with Ms. Independent ...
INT. BUS Aaack! Don't you take that off! Clay rolls his eyes and lets the elastic pop back into place.
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly has now stopped setting up the game and is walking toward him.
Kelly:
Clay is bracing for the arm punch. She does not disappoint.
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay chuckles
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
She glares at him.
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly has the table set up. Clay reluctantly joins her. They draw letters to see who gets to go first. Clay wins. He places his letters on the game table.
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly:
Clay:
Kelly is stunned. Her jaw is lying on the table.
Clay:
She is in a state of shock ... Clay playfully maneuvers around in front of her ... waving his hand back and forth ...
Clay:
Clay turns the light off and jumps into his bunk ...
Clay:
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