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I Hate Men by Gary O. Bennett

Tuesday September 12th 2006, 5:13 pm
Filed under: Very Short Scripts

INT.  BAR  NIGHT

            Abigail sits at a bar frame right.  Barbie sits fram left.
            They are both drinking, heavily, from two bottles of
            champagne, pouring them into glasses.

                                ABIGAIL
                      I hate them.

                                BARBIE
                      You don’t hate them.

                                ABIGAIL
                      I hate everyone of them.  Every single
                      living and breathing one of them.

                                BARBIE
                      This is a phase, Abigail.

                                ABIGAIL
                      Don’t tell me it’s a phase.  This is not
                      a phase.  This is a millennium.  You need
                      a millennium of time to hold all the hate
                      I have for men.

                                BARBIE
                      When a man calls you on the phone, you’ll
                      stop hating them again.

                                ABIGAIL
                      This hate is not based on a phone call.
                      This hate is like…granite…it’s like a
                      mountain that will never go away…it’s
                      like a river that never stops
                      flowing….it’s like the expanse of the
                      universe, it’s like billions and billions
                      of stars.

                                BARBIE
                      Listen Carl Sagan, I have to…

                                ABIGAIL
                      This hate has the permanence of a Sequoia
                      tree…the strength of a bull…the
                      weight of a pachyderm.

                                BARBIE
                      Pacyderm?

                                ABIGAIL
                      And I don’t just hate Tom as a person…I
                      hate every cell in Tom’s stinking body.
                      I hate his legs, I hate his arms, I hate
                      his fingers.  I even hate his organs, his
                      liver and pancreas and kidneys.

                                BARBIE
                      Talking about kidneys, I…

                                ABIGAIL
                      And forget about his heart.

            Barbie can’t hold it any longer.  She gets up to go to the
            bathroom.  Abigail continues to talk, not noticing the
            absence of Barbie.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      Just forget about his heart.  He doesn’t
                      even have one of those.  Can you imagine,
                      no heart.  Nothing beats inside him.
                      He’s like this dead cold hunk of meat.  I
                      don’t get it.  I don’t get how he could
                      even find a woman to sleep with him.  OK,
                      so I slept with him…plenty.  Slept with
                      him at his apartment, at my apartment, in
                      the car, at my parent’s house…christ,
                      that asshole actually made me do it with
                      him at my parent’s house, in my parent’s
                      bed.

            Cassie walks by with an empty glass and notices the bottle of
            champagne.  Cassie approaches the bar and sits, placing her
            glass on the bartop and pours herself a hefty serving.
            Abigail doesn’t notice that Cassie is there, thinking she is
            still talking to Barbie.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      In my parent’s bed.  Sorry Mom.  Sorry
                      Dad.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  It’s
                      not about you.  It’s just about men…not
                      you Dad, just other men.  Men who screw
                      women…and don’t think about the
                      consequences.

            Cassie is listening to this tirade, particularly because at
            several points Abigail nudges Cassie, touching her, grabbing
            her, placing her head on her shoulder, never noticing that
            Cassie is not Barbie.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      About the consequences of sleeping
                      around.  Oh, how could he sleep with that
                      bitch Wendy.  Wendy, of all people.  I
                      hate that woman.  You can’t trust women
                      either.
                      Oh, I can trust you, Barb, but some women
                      are just so…so disgusting, like a guy
                      is some pair of pants hanging at Old Navy
                      to be picked off the rack and taken to
                      the dressing room to be fucked.  That’s
                      right…that’s where they did it.  In the
                      dressing room at Old Navy.  Hah!  Tom and
                      Wendy didn’t know that my friend Jennifer
                      was part timing at Old Navy.  Creeps.
                      Jennifer tells me the whole row of
                      dressing rooms was shaking and that Wendy
                      let out this scream.  Scream.  Wendy’s a
                      screamer.  A real phoney if you ask me.
                      I never scream.  You can’t trust
                      screamers.  Damn, you can’t trust men,
                      you can’t trust women, you can’t trust
                      our own president.  Poor Hillary.  The
                      poor thing.  I don’t know why she just
                      doesn’t dump the fat load.  Fat load.  So
                      I gained two fucking pounds…I didn’t
                      even notice it until Tom said something.
                      And so what does he do, he goes right out
                      and finds the first anorexic to fuck.  I
                      have a body.  I have muscles.  I’ve got
                      breasts, goddamn it.  Wendy, she’s like
                      Ally McBeal on a diet.  I can’t take it.
                      I can’t take it.  I feel faint.  I have
                      to breath.  I have to breath.

            Abigail takes a deep breath, as does Cassie.  Cassie,
            breathes with Abigail, and then polishes off Barbie’s bottle.
            As Abigail continues, Cassie slowly gets up and walks away.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      OK.  OK.  That’s better.  You have to
                      take care of yourself.  You have to take
                      care of yourself.  I mean, who’s going to
                      take of you if not you?

            Barbie returns to the bar, sits and notices that her bottle
            of champagne is empty.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      I am a human being.  I am a whole living
                      breathing human being that deserves love
                      and respect.  And I am so lucky.  I am so
                      lucky to have a friend like you Barbie.
                      You are so wonderful.  Oh my god, thank
                      you so much for listening to me, for
                      understanding my situation.  You are the
                      only one who ever listens.

            Abigail kisses Barbie and hugs her.

                                ABIGAIL (cont’d)
                      I love you Barbie.  I love you so much.
                      We women have to stick together.  Thank
                      you.  Thank you so much.

                                                                THE END.

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