EXT. ZOO — FLAMINGO EXHIBIT — DAY
LEONARD the flamingo loiters in a corner by the fence. BUSTER the dog watches from the other side.
Just step, y’see, step. Like…over
it. Ain’t bite’cha.
Aint’ a threat, y’know—jus’ a
fence. What it do but stand there?
I know—I know—I don’t know—
I mean, yeah—I mean—
Tell me somethin’, Len, tell me
somethin’. Ya wings—like, what
they for? Ain’t for standin‘. Ain’t
for show… What else they do?
But I’ve never left—I never left—
I’ve left the habitat. Could mean—
it-it could mean—they let me go.
Or—or—or—or move me—or,
yeah, move me.
Listen, Len. Yer nuts. They got
hundreds of ’em, hundreds. They
ain’t short on pink. Best y’could
do is get over yourself.
Maybe if I—yeah, maybe I—I try
it at night. Then they won’t—they
know—er, even know.
But that’s the point of it, man, the
shebang. Don’t mean nothin’ can’t
get caught. You want boring, just
stay here, like it’s normal.
Leonard takes a deep breath, releases. A beat.
Okay—alright—I’ma do it—yeah,
I’ma do it—I’ma— Wait. Can—can
flamingoes—they even fly?
Silence. A beat. They look at each other.
…Alright, fair one there, fair one.
Maybe table this, like…a day. Try
again when y’sure won’t get dead.
Yeah—yeah—yeah—I mean, sure.