The Marquis’ Intimate Diary

MONDAY, 10 JANUARY, 2000, PHILADELPHIA
Scene from my movie…


SCENE 17 — ESTABLISHING SHOT of “Gallery Lima”, a posh SoHo-type art gallery on an attactive city street. It is a crisp Autumn day. Colourful leaves blow down the sidewalk. We see A MAN walking by the window display, pausing, thinking about it, then entering the gallery.

A SALESWOMAN dressed smartly and stylishly approaches the MAN in a quick and confident stride.

SALESWOMAN:
Good afternoon sir. Are you looking for anything in particular?

MAN:
Oh hello. Yes, I’m thinking about purchasing some of your lima beans. What would you recommend?

SALESWOMAN:
They’re really quite popular this season. May I ask what price range you were thinking of?

MAN:
Oh, something in the low 60’s, I would think.

SALESWOMAN:
Fantastic. Y’know, I can tell you’re the kind of person who’s owned lima beans before.

MAN:
Well, yes, one time.

SALESWOMAN:
And were you happy with your acquisition?

MAN:
Well, yes, I admit it was somewhat thrilling in a way. Pride of ownership, I guess.

SALESWOMAN:
Y’know, I appreciate that! You seem to me the kind of man who knows the investment value of his lima beans. Now if I may ask, would you like your lima beans for the home or for the office?

MAN:
Home. Though my wife may object to such extravagance. [laughs guiltily]

SALESWOMAN:
Y’know, I APPRECIATE that! But I tell ya’ what. [leans in and whisperes in a conspiratorial manner] It might make for a helluva pleasant surprise, if you know what I mean. [nudges MAN]

MAN:
Hmm… I see…

SALESWOMAN:
I mean, why wait for holidays or birthdays? A gift of lima beans given spontaneously can really get you far! [winks]

MAN:
I like it. I like it. But I have to tell you, I think my wife actually may prefer snap beans.

C.U. of SALESWOMAN. Her expression is suddenly a light mask of anticipation and dread. She steals a quick glance out the window. We see the gallery across the street, “Chez Snap-Bean”. There are several CLIENTS in the foyer speaking with the smiling SALESMAN and gesticulating at the products displayed.

SALESWOMAN:
I CAN APPRECIATE THAT! [some of her carefully and intricately arranged hair is falling out of place] We’ve all gone through that snap-bean phase, back in ‘93. Didn’t last long though. Like the Pet Rock. And the market crash on snap-beans — WOW! Remember that?

MAN:
Yah…that was a real tragedy. So snap-beans are over, huh?

SALESWOMAN:
Just between us? [glances about empty gallery to check for intruders.] I think so. Current social, cultural and economic trends point to lima beans. They make great groundcover, y’know.

MAN:
Groundcover! Really! I never would have thought.

SALESWOMAN:
AND Y’KNOW I CAN APPRECIATE THAT!!! [she leaps and screams maniacally, then smooths herself out after a pause.] I’m sorry. But yes, groundcover. Some people put an inch or two in the back yard, but I find that 3 inches really is best. Certainly helps to break a fall.

MAN:
Well! I’m astounded! Who knew!

SALESWOMAN:
I can see that you’re going to buy some lima beans today, so whaddya say. Shall we talk brass tacks?

MAN:
Welllll…there is a problem of a monetary nature…

SALESWOMAN:
[hisses and spits and jumps screams and howls] YOU KNOW, I CAN REALLY APPRECIATE THAT!!! We’ll help you finance your purchase. So what say? Let’s close this fucker! If you’ll just step into our back room…

SALESWOMAN and MAN exit.

[FADE]