Girl Meets Boy

It’s nearly closing
I thought you weren’t going to show
So did I
I felt it might be kinder
What are you saying?
Come on, Miss Schaefer, you know
What?
Every time I see some young kid
Dreaming they’ll produce a masterpiece
I just want to throw them on the next train home
Never thought
You’d be so condescending
Sorry, Miss Schaefer
I didn’t come here to fight
Girl meets boy
If that’s how you want it
She’s a young teacher
He’s a reporter
It’s hate at first sight
It won’t sell
These days they want glamour
Fabulous heiress meets handsome Hollywood heel
The problem is
She thinks he’s a burglar
Would you believe it?
A wedding in the last reel
It doesn’t have to be so mindless
You should write from your experience
Give us something really moving;
Something true
Who wants true?
Who the hell wants moving?
Moving means starving
And true means holes in your shoe
No, you’re wrong
They still make good pictures
Stick to your story
It’s a good story
O.K., Miss Schaefer
I give it to you
What do you mean?
Just what I said. I’ve given up writing myself. So you write it
Oh, I’m not good enough to do it on my own
But I thought we could write it together
I can’t. I’m all tied up
Couldn’t we work evenings? Six o’clock in the morning? I’d come to your place
Look, Betty, it can’t be done. It’s out
Let’s keep in touch through Artie
That way if you get stuck, we can at least talk
Write this down
I’ll give you some ground rules
Plenty of conflict
But nice guys don’t break the law
Girl meets boy
She gives herself completely
And though she loves him
She keeps one foot on the floor
No one dies except the best friend
No one ever mentions communists
No one takes a black friend to a restaurant
Very good
Nothing I can teach you
We could have had fun
Fighting the studio
Yes, Mr. Gillis
That’s just what I want
What a nightmare
Good to see you
Come to my New Year’s party
Last year it got out of hand
Guaranteed bad behavior
See you then
Don’t give up
You’re too good
Thanks