10:00 am 6/5/2010

Kitchen. "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me" plays over the radio. THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL descends the stairs.

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
Smells good.

SVEN
Chorizo and eggs

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
I know.

SVEN
Yeah, I can only cook ....

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
... three things. Chorizo and eggs, potroast and Bananas Foster. Your dad taught you how to make all three because he said you should be able to assemble at least one great meal for a woman. You told me last night. I thought it was a kind of weird thing to admit to a girl on a first date.

SVEN
... even weirder to admit the morning after, I suppose. (Setting plate in front of her.) Chorizo and eggs.

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
No, I'm sorry we'll just have coffee.

SVEN
(It takes him a second. Thinking: oh my god, she's quoting from:) Midnight Run?

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
(Nods, smiles, and drinks from her coffee.)

SVEN
I suppose it's too early to propose.

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
That depends. Can I ask something. (Pause.) What is your name?

SVEN
(As Brando.) Names. I don't want a name ...

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
Last Tango in Paris.

SVEN
(Impressed again.) Seriously. Have my babies.

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
What was her name?

SVEN
I'm sorry.

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
The girl you were so desperately trying to exorcise from your pores last night. I watched you delete her photo from your Blackberry screen. Subtlety not your strong suit.

SVEN
I think I've forgotten it. (He kisses her.)

THE LIBRA FROM THE CONTINENTAL
You're welcome.