Say Anything… Deleted Scenes – PG-13 (Extended Opening)

“SAY ANYTHING…”

FADE IN OVER BLACK:

INT. COREY’S BEDROOM – DAY

LLOYD DOBLER, 19, sits slumped in a small chair. He’s tall, bulky, his nose looks slightly mashed. Hidden in there somewhere is a good-looking kid. Lloyd thumbs through a newspaper, sips a Super Big Gulp from 7-11.

We’re in the bedroom of COREY FLOOD, 17. It’s a weigh-station between school and home. Corey’s walls feature photos and collages, most of them featuring a darkly-handsome young man named Joe. Corey sits on her bed, playing Led Zeppelin riffs on an amplified electric guitar. By her bed is a four-track cassette recorder — the sign of a musician. Sitting on the floor, writing in a journal, is girlfriend D.C. She’s a loyal supporter of her two friends, an introvert who mediates between two extroverts. Corey looks down at the school annual open on her bed.

COREY
I don’t feel anything.

D.C.
Come on. It’s graduation.

COREY
It’s all so phony. Did you see what
Mr. Carroll wrote in my yearbook?
He ridiculed me all year long in
English, then he wrote — ‘You’re a
real live wire…Love, Mr. Carroll.’

D.C.
He wants to leave things on a good
note.

COREY
When Mr. Carroll says ‘love’ I start
looking for a new word.

D.C.
Lloyd, she’s being difficult.

Lloyd looks up from his newspaper.

LLOYD
If life was a movie, what would it
be rated?

COREY
That’s a ‘Lloyd’ question.

D.C.
Probably R. Maybe X.

COREY
Since Joe, my life is definitely X.

LLOYD
I’m probably PG-13 — some material
may be too intense for young children.

D.C.
That’s too bad.

LLOYD
I’m doing something about it. I’m
going to take Diane Court out again.

The girls exchange meaningful looks.

COREY

Unlikely.

LLOYD

The movies is a good second ‘date’,
right?

COREY

You never had a first date.

D.C.

I hate that word ‘date.’

LLOYD

I sat across from her at Bell
Square. We both ate. That’s
sharing eating — an important
physical event. Why isn’t that
going out?

COREY

That’s not even a scam.

LLOYD

What’s a scam?

COREY

Going out as friends.

D.C.

No it’s not.. Scam is lusting.

LLOYD

Then what is a date?

The girls take a moment to consider.

D.C.

A date is . . . prearrangement with a possibility for love.

LLOYD

I’m going to call her.

COREY

Lloyd.

LLOYD

What?

COREY

Diane Court doesn’t go ‘out’. She’s
a brain . . .

D.C.

. . . trapped in the body of a game
show hostess.

COREY

Diane Court doesn’t even know how
good-looking she is. All she thinks
about it bio-chemistry.

LLOYD

This all sounds great to me. I’m
going to call her.

COREY

Lloyd. Brains stay with brains.
The bomb could go off, and their
mutant genes would form the same
cliques.

He gets up, bounces lightly off the walls.

D.C.

I wouldn’t get my hopes up, Lloyd.

LLOYD

Did she every say anything about me,
Corey? Tell me the truth.

COREY

(high-strung)
She doesn’t talk about that stuff!

LLOYD

Take it easy. I was just asking.

COREY

You’re such a nice guy, Lloyd. We
just don’t want to see you get hurt.

Lloyd stands, lumbers around the room.

LLOYD

I want to get hurt! Will someone
just let me get hurt?