Orange County Script
Mr Marcus Skinner,
care of the English Department,
Stanford University.
Dear Mr Skinner...
My name is Shaun Brumder,
and I think youre a total genius.
I Iive in California,
in a place called Orange County.
A year ago, I was just
another Orange County surfer,
spending my days
at the beach with my buddies...
...playing volleyball...
Spike it, Shaun!
...spending my nights
around
Sit down and Ill
get you some wine.
Thank you, Max.
This is Dr. and Mrs. Houseman.
Baby, Lisa, this is your waiter,
Robbie Gould.
Yale medical school.
These people are my special guests.
Give them anything they want.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks, Max.
Look at all this leftover food. Are
there still starving children in Europe?
- Try Southeast Asia, Ma.
- Right.
Robbie, Baby wants to send
her leftover pot ro
she does contradicts something she did. The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue is to be said in a rapid-pace "His Girl Friday" fashion.
YOUNG MAN
No, forget it, its too risky. Im through doin that shit.
YOUNG WOMAN
You always say that, the same thing every time: never again, Im through, too dangerous.
YOUNG MAN
I know thats what I always say. Im always right too, but -
YOUNG WOMAN
sit in its cockpit, butts crowded onto the nail keg
theyve replaced the seat with. Theyve even attached a 2x4
as propeller, as if their imaginations needed any help. They
wear overalls and have bowl haircuts: RAFE and DANNY, 10
years old.
RAFE
Bandits at 2 oclock.
DANNY
Power dive!
They buzz their lips in a flying noise and work the controls,
Rafes bare feet on one pedal, Dannys on the other.
RAF
sit down.
- Take it easy.
- Hey, whats the matter with you?
- Everybodys friends here, right?
Come on, sit down.
Dammit, Charlie, I dont understand you.
I dont understand why you hang around
with a punk kid.
I mean, hes the biggest jerk off around.
Dont say that. Dont quarrel man, will ya?
Whats the matter?
Family things, a few things.
I cant explain it, all right?
He really is a good kid.
All ri