Here's something I wrote in my Writing for Radio/TV/Film class. The assignment was to choose one of eight scenarios and write a two-page dialogue. I chose a scene where a guy tries to break up with his girlfriend:
INT.KIRK’S CAR. STREET. NIGHT
KIRK drives with DAKOTA as his passenger. She is unnaturally quiet as she looks out of her window. Of course, this is a bad sign. When the light turns red, he looks at her.
Are you upset or something?
DAKOTA does not return his gaze.
(coldly quiet)
No, I’m fine.
KIRK
(beat)
Are you sure?
(bitingly cold)
I think I know
how I feel.
KIRK nods dryly and returns his focus on the road as the light turns green. The car quickly fills with dreary, angry silence. After a long beat, he tries again.
Y’know my uncle Frank?
(beat)
He has a limp?
DAKOTA
(disinterested)
Yeah?
KIRK
He was in Vietnam. While he
was there, he got an open sore
on his foot and it got
infected.
(beat)
They had to tie off the
circulation in his foot and
cut it off at the ankle to
save the rest of his leg.
DAKOTA
(dryly)
Thanks for sharing.
KIRK
I said that, to say this:
In spite of what your friends
say and whatever you think,
I do care about you and
I want you to be happy, but
I’m sick of this.
She finally looks at him, only getting the side of his face.
So, you just want
to break up?
KIRK
I want to tie this thing off
and cut it before it gets any
worse. There’s no reason why
this can’t end cordially.
I see your point, but that
story was a little unnecessary,
don’t you think?
Green light. KIRK sighs as he turns to watch the road.
(tiredly)
Well, at least you get my
point.
#BITCH, GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY CAR#
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