Another Tender Scene from ‘Un-fair to Remember’

Gee–it’s just like they say at the Oscars… there’s no more meaningful praise than that from one’s peers. I am simply overcome by the kind words and support from Pursey, Woody, Bobby, and Lola. It’s inspiring, to say the least.

As you may know, I’m not a screenwriter… just a humble blogger and maybe-novelista. I’m sure that at some point Woody will have to step in and play script doctor, Lola will have to serve as dialogue coach, and Bobby will have to work on the timing… Pursey continues to be the Muse.

With the help of my blogger pals, who know? We’re goin’ down the aisle!

The plethora of images of our star-crossed lovers continues to feed me:

DUBYA: Don’t cry, TB. You know it loosens your bowels. You smell like you’ve got a load in there already.

KARL: I’m … just.. so.. overcome. This is hard.

DUBYA: What’s hard? You got a boner, there? I’ll get someone to bring you your briefcase.

KARL: It’s not that kind of hard. I’m… just… remembering. Remember the first time we stole those votes in Florida? That was really special.

DUBYA: Yes, it was. I never had anybody steal votes for me like that before.

KARL: And Ohio. What about Ohio. I did my magic, and all those votes disappeared.

DUBYA: That was slick, all right. Then when you bought me those Swift Boaters for m’ birthday. That was real nice.

KARL: And all those prosecutors. They meant a lot. I don’t know if you know how much!

DUBYA: I could never torch the Constitution with anybody else quite the same way, Karl. You know that.

KARL: But what about Dick?

DUBYA: With Dick it’s all business. This is special, you and me.

KARL: I just can’t bear to go, Mr. President. There’s still so much to do.
DUBYA: Now Karl, we’ve been over that. You gotta get out of here. Leahy’s breathin’ down yer neck, and Washington is small. Texas is big. Real big.

KARL: Big like … ?

DUBYA: Yep, that big. Now git. And put on some fresh boxers on the way out. Be sure ta stand upwind from m’ legacy.