The Magic Circus The Magic Circus - Scene 25
The Magic Circus - Scene 25
Monday, 08 December 2008 23:46
Nick studio, Clarice is spreading Chinese food onto a big conference room table. Bilge, Nel, Monk and the Marks hover.
Clarice - Zgeneral Zschows Schicken, Shlimp Flie Lie, Tofu Mapo Dofu (nods to Nel, speaks quickly), and sundry other taste treats. Enjoy.
The boys dig in.
Mark1 - (picking at shrimp) Sweetness (to Clarice), you are like linguistic tofu. You can pick up all the flavors...
Mark2 - Though not the substance...
Mark1 shrugs, piles food onto paper plate. Clarice stops, points at Monk.
Clarice - Well, you can thank Monkeyboy for that, him and this crazy state of his, with its Mexicans, Armenians, Ukrainians, Ko-reeans, Poles und der Germans. This place has got the Irish, I-talian, Salvadoran, Guatamalan, da Poot-a Reecans, the Swiss even the Dutch. There isn't a race or creed that you couldn't find within a 200 mile radius of where we stand right now. Me, I'm a Westie Bush Pig, dumb lucky as a schoolgirl to sign up as an exchange student on a lark, and run into these bozos.
Nel - (interrupts) One stupid decision can ruin your whole life.
Clarice - Amen, brother. Amen.
It gets quiet. Clarice looks around the table. Monk, picking at food with chopsticks, addresses everyone.
Monk - So, what are we going to do?
Quiet. Then Nel stands, addresses Clarice.
Nel - If it pleases the court (waves arm at Clarice)
Clarice makes rolling circular motion with fingers allowing, urging him to continue.
Nel - I think I can handle this...
Bilge - You?
Nel - Yeah, me.
Bilge - OK, what's the ansa', barrista'?
Nel - Well, the problem as I see it, seems to be that the work in question has borrowed from certain prior works.
The Marks nod. Clarice raises an eyebrow. Bilge is impatient. Monk hangs on Nel's next word.
Nel - So we write it so it steals from everything, and I mean everything. We make the entire cartoon into a series of references to other art. They can't all sue us and if they did it would be great PR. Ultimately, it will appear as an homage, we'll be honoring the classics and the studios will BEG us to put their work in this beauty.
Clarice drops her chopsticks.
Clarice - Nel. You. Are. A Genius.
Nel - I try.
Clarice runs around the table and hugs Nel, awkwardly, as he sits in his chair. He squirms. She plants a kiss on his neck. Bilge looks on.
Clarice - (to the Marks) OK, boys, you know what to do.
Mark1 - ahh...No.
Clarice - What?!
Mark2 - We're going home.
Clarice - Why?
Mark1 - Shoog, you're talkin' words. We don't do words. I'm gonna finish my shrimp fried rice and go catch some zees.
Nel - Fair 'nough. Monk?
Monk - Let's get to work.
End Scene