[Scene: Split screen. Crown Center van where Motoki is talking to his girlfriend on the hands free/ Motoki's duplex, where his girlfriend is wearing a silk dress, pearls, nighttime makeup and looking very annoyed.]

Reika: Where the hell are you? It's almost ten! I had to cancel our dinner reservations! Do you know how long ago I had to make that reservation to get the table I wanted?

Motoki: Look, I'm sorry. I'm on my way. I know we had plans but a sewage line broke under the cafe-

Reika: And you were the only one who could deal with it?

Motoki: As a matter of fact, yes. Dad and Unazuki have that horrible flu that is going around, and Mom has to work her day job to help keep the Crown afloat. They kept her late so she only just arrived-

Reika: Well isn't that convenient? Your mom, who has always hated me, just happened to have to work late on the night we have dinner plans for our two year anniversary!

[Motoki winces and mouths the words "oh, shoot"*]

[*or something phonetically similar]

Motoki: Honey. Sweetiepie. Don't blame mom. This is all me. I tried to handle everything by myself. She got there as quickly as she could.

Reika: That's your problem, you know? You're always putting everyone else ahead of us! Then I have to listen to everyone talk about how great you are, while you treat me like garbage!

Motoki: You're right. You're absolutely right. I should have taken the day off. It won't happen again. I promise.

[Reika just rolls her eyes in disgust]

Motoki: I'll be home as fast as I can, Lambkin. Then I just need a shower and I'll take you someplace even nicer.

Reika: [sneers] Yeah? By the time you get here, it's not going to be our anniversary anymore. [hangs up in a huff]

[Motoki lets out a profound sigh. He totally forgot it was their anniversary, so knows he's going to catch hell again when he comes home empty-handed. He sees an old woman selling flowers outside a cheap dive bar that is packed with people. So he pulls up his van in the back lot then walks over and buys a dozen long stem red roses.]

[As he's walking back to the van, he decides it would look more premeditated if he buys a vase, so he glances past the metal door propped open and into the bar.]

[Inside, four large man are harassing a petite blonde. Motoki doesn't have time for this. He tries to convince himself to mind his own business, until he recognizes that the girl is Minako.]

[Motoki walks into the bar. Minako's table is littered with empty glasses and she is drinking a cosmopolitan. She looks absolutely miserable.]

Man 1: You know, you'd be a lot prettier if you smiled.

Minako: Yeah. I do know that.

Man 2: Can we come sit with you? You look lonely.

Minako: No, I'm not lonely.

Man 1: Can I buy you another drink?

Minako: Thanks, but I'm too young to drink.

[The men eye all the empty glasses as well as the half empty drink in her hand]

Man 1: That's ok. Why don't we just sit here and hang out with you?

Minako: Thanks, but I really need to be alone right now.

Man 1: Just for a few minutes.

[The men start to sit like she hasn't even spoken. She cringes away from them.]

Man 1: Come on, honey. You're drunk. Let us take you home.

Minako: [slightly inebriated] Get away from me, asshole. I don't know you.

[Man 2 grabs her arm and she shoves him away.]

Minako: I said leave me alone!

[Motoki barges past the men and holds out the flowers to Minako, who takes them with a slightly confused look.]

Motoki: There you are, honey, sorry I'm late. Happy anniversary.

[Motoki kisses her cheek and sits across from Minako and eyes the men, who are already starting to back away]

Motoki: [steely eyed] Are these guys friends of yours?

Man 3: We were just leaving.

[Minako watches as they move away quickly]

Minako: [whispering to Motoki] Thanks, hottie. I owe you big time for that...I take it these flowers aren't really for me?

Motoki: No. They are for Reika. It's our two year anniversary, but I'm already in trouble.

Minako: Oh. [She passes back the flowers sadly, and tries to take a sip of her cosmo, but Motoki pulls it out of her hand and sets it on the table]

Motoki: I think you've already had enough of that.

[Minako pouts as she looks at the drink, and then she bursts into tears]

Motoki: Hey, hey. What's wrong.

Minako: I just saw the premiere for Sailor V.

Motoki: Then why are you crying.

Minako: Because I'm in that movie. And I look like shit.

Motoki: Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't really think that's possible.

Minako: Trust me. It is... The camera pans right past me and the whole time I look like this.

[Gives him a goofy bug-eyed, bucktoothed, grin with her face against her chest so she has a huge double chin.]

Motoki: Oh, dear.

Minako: Fortunately, I'm out of focus... I was supposed to have a speaking part, but they cut that out. I'm on the screen for less than three seconds...but I've been acting like I'm some big hotshot movie star.

Motoki: Hey. None of that is your fault. Nobody has a right to judge you. You landed a part in a major motion picture. How many people can say that?

Minako: The movie sucks. I didn't get a script, but I thought it was supposed to be a comedy. It isn't. The whole thing is supposed to be dead serious and I'm sitting there grinning like a fool for millions of people to make fun of. [crying] They're going to turn me into a meme. I just know it.

Motoki: Hey, it's alright. Some people's lives would have no meaning if they can't hate on people for achieving their dreams. Ignore them. They are nobodies.

[Minako gives Motoki an imploring look]

Minako: I'm going crazy Motoki. That fever cooked my brain. I keep dreaming about making out with Kunzite O'Sama, which should be delightful, but it isn't, because he just wants to kill me...[groans]...My life is such a disaster. I just want everyone to love me. Is that so wrong?

Motoki: [pats her back in a brotherly fashion] Hey, lots of people love you. We think you are perfect just the way you are...Rei loves you...and Usagi...And Zoi, which is a minor miracle since you keep trying to molest his boyfriend. And you know what? I love you too.

Minako: [smiles weakly at him] Aw, thanks Owen Wilson, but that would mean a lot more to me if it came from someone who isn't living off tip money.

[Before Motoki can say anything, the front door bursts open and three men enter wearing halloween masks and wielding shotguns.]

Masked Man: Nobody move! This is a robbery!