INT. ZOO — OFFICE LOBBY — DAY
FLO the goldfish floats in a bowl on a windowsill. FRANCESCO the quail busies himself just outside. They’ve been talking.
Just…gosh. I dunno—I guess what
else would he do, ya think, right? I
mean, I guess I just don’t know, ha
ha, but I mean, what ya gonna do,
No. That not your answer.
Francesco hunts the ground.
He give you that answer, you give
it back. We do not compromise,
pet, we do not compromise. He
want you? You make him come get
you. That how this work.
I just… I don’t know if I can, I don’t
know, be that mean…you know?
Like…wow, hah, I never knew being
nice could be a weakness. Ha ha! But
that’s just me, I guess! Hah!
You make him respect you? He
already yours. No nice girl gets the
man, my pet. Not if I’m ‘round. You
know this? Porque I never repeat
myself—never repeat, darling. You
talk, it is they who must listen. You
make them fight to hear you, my
friend. You know? You know.
I…dunnooooo—that’s kinda harsh,
I mean, I guess. Maybe I’m just not
cut out for all this selfishness… Gee.
Hah! Who knows, ha ha! I guess I’ll
never be a bully after all, jeez, huh?
I mean, gosh, you’d think being
dismissive would be easier. …Huh!
Weird. Ha ha! Gall. Oh boy, I really just