Hillary sits at the window. Sean takes the seat beside her.
Sean: So how’d it go with your lover boy the other night?
Hillary: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sean: He said no, didn’t he.
Hillary: I still don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sean: Did he show you his “thing”? (chuckles)
Hillary turns to the window, ignoring him.
Sean: I hear he likes showing it off.
Hillary continues to ignore him.
Sean: What’s his stupid name again?
Hillary:(snapping at him) It’s Jake, and it’s none of your business!
Sean: He said no. I knew it!
Hillary: Go fuck yourself.
Sean: I think you’re the one who needs the fu…
Hillary: FUCK OFF!
Sean: Oooh, touchy! All right. Fine. I’ll back off. (looks to the front of the bus) Hey, look who’s getting on!
Hillary: (sits up straight and sees a mother and daughter: strangers, boarding the bus) Fuck off. (she pushes him out of the seat as he doubles up laughing) Asshole.
Saturday, November 18th, 8:00pm
Drommen (and Edward)
Drommen sits at the window. Edward takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: What the hell are you doing back?
Edward: I’ve decided to forgive you.
Drommen:(laughs) You’re joking.
Edward: No. I’ve forgiven you because it’s obvious you’re not trying to kill me. Not like some people.
Drommen: I don’t want to kill you. I just want you and your plastic fangs and your sparkles off my bus.
Edward:(hisses, showing his plastic teeth) They’re not plastic. They’re all mine.
Drommen: I have no doubt they’re yours. Where’d you buy them from – Dollarama?
Edward: I got them from the dentist. After someone knocked my real fangs out.
Drommen: Your real fangs?
Edward: His name was van Helsing. Do you know him?
Drommen: Yeah, I know him. He was from Dracula.
Edward: Dracula? No way. Dracula was a myth. I’m the real thing.
Drommen: Pfft. You’re just a teeny-bopper wannabe.
Edward: I am not! Do you want me to bite your neck and prove it?
Drommen:(glares for a moment) You. Wouldn’t. Dare.
Edward stares, uncertain. He stands, holding the skirt of his trenchcoat up to cover the lower part of his face. He hisses, then runs to the door to dramatically wait for the next stop.
Joel: Look, I know you don’t want to get caught, but …
Holly: But what? If my husband finds out we’re together, he’ll kill me.
Joel:(holds her hand) But, I was going to say, I can’t live without you. I love you. And anyway, he’s going to find out about the baby sooner or later.
Holly: I can tell him it’s his.
Joel: Yeah right. And when it comes out Asian?
Holly: (whining) Ohh, what are we going to do?
She puts her head on his shoulder and he kisses her hair
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