Man of Conscience
Format note: BOLD is the character, ITALIC is the conscience.
Kiss Her Now
Kiss her.
Shut up.
Kiss her now.
Shut up now.
Kiss her kiss her kiss her kiss her kiss her now.
I'm not listening to you anymore. I'm cleaning the counter.
Silence ensues. The counter gets polished as he wonders how old he would be when he finally rubbed through the Formica all the way to the wood.
Kiss her now before you rub a hole in the Formica.
Very funny.
Give her coffee.
Just what she needs, more death in a cup.
Good. You're listening again. Kiss her now.
No. She'll run.
OK.
OK? You're giving up easily today.
Did you get that spot over there?
Where?
To the left.
A little further.
Now look closely.
I see where you're leading me.
Kiss her now. All you have to do is turn your head and kiss her.
So not a clever maneuver.
She's asking you a question.
I heard her. Shut up.
Tell her you love her.
That was not her question.
Yes it was, it was simply masked by the metaphor.
A broken porch rail is not a metaphor, it's a piece of wood.
Now who's using metaphors?
Not listening, going to get Bert.
One of her best metaphors. She's never named any other man's anything. How long before you get a clue?
You're the one without a clue. What the hell good is a conscience that doesn't understand love?
I understand love fine. She loves you, you love her. The whole damn town understands love, including Rory. How can you hurt Rory like this?
I would never hurt Rory!
You hurt Rory every day. Her mother has to raise her alone when she doesn't really want to be alone. Who do you think talks Lorelai off the edge when you're not there?
It can't be that bad. Lorelai is the strongest person I know.
Being strong doesn't mean you should fight every battle alone.
She's not alone, she's got Rory.
I wasn't talking about them.