No One

JAKE LENNINGTON BEFORE MARGE

This is a nice little Simpsons story. No e-mail!

[Fade In]

OFF is seated at the dinner table eating. Homer, who just arrives, is a

mess. His shirt is heavily soiled, face dirty and his two hairs are

hanging limp.

Homer: [Strained] Hi, everybody!

Marge: Homer! What happened? You look horrible!

[Homer mumbles as he shuffles over to his chair]

Lisa: [looks at the clock] And you're over an hour late, too!

Homer: 'sigh' [puts his head face down on the kitchen table and makes

incoherent noises] I think I'll quit my job tomarrow and. . .

Marge: [interupting] Hrmm...Now Homer, before you make any rash

judgements--

Homer: No wait, Marge! I already DID quit.

Marge: [sarcastic] Not again, Homer. Just how many times do you think

Mr. Burns will give you your job back?

Bart: He's up to six, but who's counting?

[The camera zooms in on Marge's angry face]

Homer VO: Marge, what's for dessert?

Marge: HRMMMMM!!!!

[The scene chages to Marge on the phone as she nervously plays with the

phone cord]

Marge: . . .And he just quit his job, again! I don't know what to say!

Pattie: Just give him the two greatest syllables in the Englishlanguage:

"Dee-Vorce"! C'mon! You owe it to him, Marge!

Marge: [she plays with the phone cord] No, that's two harsh, Selma--

Pattie: [interupts] Pattie.

Marge: Sorry, Pattie, but I don't want a divorce, but I can't let him

off the hook, either. I just wish there was a happy medium!

Pattie: Marge, don't go anywhere tonight, Selma and I will be right over

and make sure Homer-sapien is there, because we want to teach him some

respect for his family [she hangs up]

Marge: Hey, wait! [hears dialtone] Hrmm..

Home VO: Hey, Marge, who are you talking to?

Marge: Pattie.

Homer: [crazily happy] And just HOW is she doing?

Marge: She's coming over in a few minutes.

Homer: [screams] D'oh! My first night of being free of a job and she has

to foul it up--

Marge: [mad, interrupting] Homer! I'm glad she's

coming over! Maybe they can scare you out this case of the mental

hiccups.

Homer: Aww...Crap! Your just jealous, Marge, because you haven't been

able to quit YOUR job

yet!

Marge: [dully] 'Sigh'! Homer, I'm not employed.

Homer: [with the Church lady whine] Well now, isn't that special!

Marge: And for what it's worth, Homer, I hope my sisters chew your sorry

butt off.

Homer: Well, they'll just have to find me first!

Marge: Why?

Homer: Because I'm going to Moes.

[Homer grabs his coat and makes a hasty exit]

Marge: Sometimes I wonder why I live so close to a bar. . .

[The scene cuts to Bart and Lisa as Bart calls Moes]

Bart: Hello, Moe's tavern? I'm looking for a Ms.

Banks, first name Robbin.

[Lisa and Bart begin to giggle]

Moe: Hold on I'll check.. . .Hey is anyone here Robbin Banks. C'mon! I

need to know if anyone here is Robbin Banks!

[The bar is nearly empty except for Barney, Eddie and Lou)

Barney: (laughing) Maybe. How do you think I can afford to make my beer

payments, Moe?

Lou: [to Barney] Hey, fatso, we had three unsolved bank robberies this

week . You wouldn't have anything to do with it, would you, rummy!

Barney; Huh?

Eddie: Lou, we'd better haul his drunk ass in!

[Barney is cuffed and stuffed into the sqaud car and is hauled away]

Moe: Okay you little, punk! You've just cost me my best customer! When I

get hold of you, I'm gonna beat so much tar out of you, they'll be

repaving main street with your face!

[Bart and Lisa hang up, but continue to laugh]

Bart: I haven't done one of the those for a while!

Marge: [worried] Kids, I just finsihed talking to your

father and. . .

Lisa: [Dull] We heard. He's in one of his 'jerky' moods again.

Bart: Yeah, and he bailed to Moes.

[Pattie and Selma burst in, scaring Marge]

Pattie: Who's headed for Moes!?!

Marge: [jumps a little] Damn! Don't sneak up on me like that!

Selma: Who do you think, dear sister?

[Pattie and Selma laugh and head for the door. The rest of the family

follows. Meanwhile atMoes, Homer is seated in his usual booth.]

Homer: Moe, where is everybody?

Moe: I don't know, Homer. The barflies are on vacation and Barney got

arrested for god knows what!

[Moe passes Homer a beer]

Homer: I guess I'll just be drinking alone, 'sigh'....lousy sisters. . .

Moe: C,mon! Cheer up, Homer. Despite the drab solitude in here, you can

still have a good time.

Homer: [puzzled] How?

Moe: Ah...um. . .ah, [scratches the back of his head] Wait, I got it!

[He reaches under the counter and pulls out an opened envelope]

Moe: Homer, I got this letter from a friend of mine upstate yesterday.

Funny thing is that inside it had a note attached saying I should give

you this. [Moe slaps an old folded piece of paper on the counter] Read

up!

Homer: [opens the letter and quickly reads most of it to himself] Where

did your friend get this?

Moe: He told me that he found it wedged into the glove box in an old

Dodge he was rebuilding.

Homer: A 1971 Dodge Charger?

Moe: Yeah, had did you know, Homer?

Homer: [let's out a contented 'sigh'] Because it was my first car. [He

holds up the letter] And this letter was a message of deep love I shared

with a special lady at the time.

Moe: Marge?

Homer: No, Moe. I met her two years before Marge in the summer before my

sophmore year. Her name was. . . [OFF enters Moes]

Homer: . . .Alexis.

Pattie: Homer! Just who, or what is 'Alexis'?

Homer: [surprised] Pattie! She's, ah, um. . .She's a, um car!

Marge: Then why did you call the car 'she'?

Selma: Well, if the Pilsbury Beer Boy one rotten egg! Now he's got

another woman on the mind!

Marge: Now, everyone please calm down. [She turns to Homer] Homer,

please tell me what is going on, and who is this Alexis?

Homer: 'sigh' Oh I wish I didn't have to talk about her.

Lisa: Dad, bringing your problem out into the open might be the best way

putting past demons to rest.

Bart: Aww, not another flashback again. I just hope we don't end up

singing again.

Homer: Quiet boy. [takes a deep breath] Marge, I love you very much, but

please remember as I tell you this, these things happened before I met

you so I hope you don't become upset.

Marge: Okay, I'll try not to, Homer. Just keep the depravity down to a

minimum.

[Bart, Lisa, Pattie & Selma gather around while Moe washes some beer

mugs]

Homer: Well, my story begins in the summer of 1971. Barry White's bassey

low voice gave America the low end it needed, Paul McCartney was found

alive and well in England despite being thought dead even after

releasing a solo record, and I was on top of the world driving around my

brand new car. . .

[Flashback begins. Abe and Homer leave the car dealer and begin the five

mile drive back to Springfield across the desert]

Homer: We must be the luckiest people alive. You won your house on some

game show and I got lucky and won this car in a raffle!

Abe: Homer, I wouldn't be so trite if I was you. Somthing this good

doesn't mean your luck will last forever. I bet there will be an equally

opposite string of Bad luck waiting for you in the days to come!

Homer: Dad, why are you always trying to make me feel bad?

Abe: Son, don't take my bashing of you lightly. Just after I won the

house your mom died and I've been stuck raising you ever since.

Homer: [sarcastic] Well, dad. I'd hate to have to drop you off, but

after your gone, I'm gonna go pick me up some women!

Abe: Don't make me laugh! You couldn't get a girl if you were the last

man on earth.

[Voice over] Homer: Just before we got back into Springfield, dad and I

stopped at Jittery Joe's and that's when I met her. . .

Homer: I'll meet you inside in a second, dad. I have to use the can in

back.

Abe: Well, hurry up!

[Homer walks around back to the bathroom just as he turns the corner, he

runs into Alexis]

Alexis: [with her hair in mess over her face, she tries to part it and

talk to Homer at the same time] Excuse, me! Can't you see where you are

going?

Homer: [shyly] I, ah, um. .. Well, I'm sorry--

Alexis: [face clear of hair now] Homer, you should be a bit more

careful.

Homer: 'gasp'! How did you know my name?

Alexis: It's on your Krusty Burger name tag, silly!

Homer: [flirting] . . .And your name is?

Alexis: Alexis Crowly

Homer: My last name is Simpson.

Alexis: [coy] Well, Homer Simpson, I guess I'll be talking to you later,

then.

Homer: Really? When?

Alexis: I just got a job working at the Krusty Burger. I'll be starting

tomarrow. [With a flirting wink, Alexis heads over to her shiny, new

Mustang]

Homer: [to himsef] Wow, I don't think I've ever been so exicited to go

to work in my life.

[The scene jumps back to Moes]

Homer: . . .And that was the truth, everybody.

Lisa: Was she pretty?

Homer: Uh, huh, but the thing that made the moment even more special was

that she liked me at first sight as much as I liked her. If not more.

Pattie: Damn, Selma. He could've married her and we would've never had

to put up with him!

[Back in the Krusty Burger in 1971, Homer and Alexis arrive at work]

VO Homer: This was so exiciting, I got put in charge of training her at

Krustyburger!

[The scenes blend together in a collage as Homer is seen working the

various stations in the grill area. At each station, he manages to hurt

himself in some way or another. Finally, the pair end up, alone, at the

mop sink in back]

Homer: [excited] Alexis, this is the wonderful Mop Sink! From here we

can get the floors wonderfully spic and span!

Alexis: Wow, Homer you really do know your stuff around here. Do you

plan on becoming a manager someday?

Homer: Hell no, Alexis! I heard they are coming out with dangerous

equipment that can even hurt me more than this. [He holds up his

bandaged right hand]

Alexis: Like what?

Homer: We're getting Microwave ovens! No way am getting near anything

that gives off radiation!

Alexis: [leans towards Homer a little] Homer, you know what?

Homer: [sly] Yeeessss...

Alexis: I think we're alone now. There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

[She leans forward and gives him a long kiss on the lips]

Homer: [in shock] Alexis. You, you kissed me!

Alexis: Did I do wrong?

Homer: [choked up] Um, we need to go outside and talk a little.

[Outside by the stockade, Homer and Alexis stand just outside of sight

of the resteraunt]

Homer: I need a little clarification, Alexis.

Alexis: What?

Homer: You're not going out with me on a dare, right?

Alexis: Right, but . . .

Homer: [excited] And your not going out with me for my car, right?

Alexis: My car is just as nice as yours, Homer.

Homer: So what's the catch?

Alexis: [sincere] Homer, there is no catch. I've been watching you at

school, Homer. I've watched as the girls laughed at you and how sad you

looked when you couldn't find anyone to be your girlfriend. I've been

watching you for a while, but I never had he nerve to go up to you

personally--

Homer: [excited] --So when I ran into you outside

Jittery Joe's--

Alexis: Fate must have stepped in and after working with you today, I

can see that you a kind, wonderful guy.

Homer: [blushing] Aww...

[Warmly, Alexis and Homer look into eachother's eyes and are just about

to kiss when Homer's boss comes out]

Boss: Homer! Is this how you treat all your trainees?

Homer: [jokingly] Only the women!

Alexis: [laughs and slaps Homer on the butt] Good one, Homie.

Homer: [embarassed] Oooh. . .

END OF ACT ONE

Boss: Okay, you two pigeons, I leave you alone together for a little

while and look at what happens!

Alexis: I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't be such a flirt.

Boss: Well, girl, with you being new here, I'll cut you some slack.

However, for you Homer, I'm going to put you on latrine duty. . .

Homer: Uh, boss. . .what's a 'latrine'?

Homer: Do'h!

<The scene shifts back to Moe's. Homer is still seated on his stool,

while the family is sitting on the pool tables, and Moe is wiping down

glasses behind the bar>

Lisa: Wow, to be in love at such a young love!

Bart: 'sputter'! What's this thing call love? Geez!

Homer: Marge, I was never happier than I was at that time at Krusty

burger.

Marge: <Fuming> [Really Annoyed Grunt]

Homer: <Embarrased> Ah, I mean UP TO that point in my life! <Homer

nervously laughs>

Moe: Homer, relax! It's in the past. . .

Lisa: <Interupting> But Moe, the past is what moulds us into what we are

today!

Moe: Oh, Lisa. You're so smart at such a young age! <To himself> Yeah,

right. I can't even remember the last time I went to the bathroom.

Selma: So, Homer, did you both stay working at Krusty Burger?

Homer VO: Yeah, Selma. For weeks, everyday

repeated itself and then August came. . .

<Homer let's out a lovey-dovey sigh as the nightime sky comes into view.

The view pans down onto Homer and Alexis as they sit side by side on the

hood on Homer's car. Together they're both watching the starry,

nighttime sky>

Homer: Wow, that's a big sky!

Alexis: That it is, Homer. That it is.

<Alexis leans very close to Homer and rests her head on his right

shoulder>

Alexis: Homer, I've been thinking. . .

Homer: About what?

Alexis: Us, our future together, and things we might be able to do.

Homer: Oh. <Homer leans his head against Alexis'>

'Those' things.

Alexis: Homer. . .How would you like to run away with me. We could get

out of this boring, little town together and start a life of our

own--Out there with no one telling us what to do. Think about it, we

could call our own shots and--

Homer: <Interupting> Alexis? Are you serious?

Alexis: Very.

Homer: I don't know what to say, I'm-I'm at a loss for words!

Alexis: Homer, I know this may be a shocking revelation, but I really

want you to think this over. Please?

Homer: 'sigh' Okay, I will.

Alexis: Nuts! It's 9:30, Homer. I have to be going home now.

Homer: Well, I'll see you tomarrow, honey.

<Homer and Alexis give eachother a hug. Without saying another word,

Alexis walks back to her car which is off screen. SFX: Car starting up

and driving off down a dirt road. By himself, Homer looks down at feet

and then at Alexis as she drives off>

Abe: Son, aren't you asleep yet?

Homer: Dad, it's about Alexis. She wants to run away and she wants me to

come along, too.

Abe: So, son. You're dating a wild young stallion, eh? All I can say is

that you should follow your heart, but be prepared, your heart might not

know where it wants to go, son.

Homer: <Mildly surprised> Dad. . .that's the most beautiful thing I've

heard you say!

Abe: Well, I guess I'm full of wonderfull anecdotes!

Abe [off screen]: Goodnight, son.

<After Abe shuts the door, Homer throws off the blanket and slips into a

pair of jean and a t-shirt>

Homer: <Opens the window> Alexis, here I come!

<The Scene jumps back to Moes. Pattie and Marge have looks on their

faces as if they are thinking "like, whatever!" while Selma is listening

quite intently.>

Homer: So, there I was sneaking out of my room. Dad had no clue that I

was about to embark on a trip that was about to take me farther than I

had ever been away from Springfield in my life. . .

<The scene changes back to 1971. At the end of

Alexis' driveway, Homer pulls up in his Cuda. Quietly, he gets out of

the car and throws some tiny pebbles against Alexis' bedroom window.

Within a few moments, the light comes on>

Homer: Yes!

<Slowly, the window opens and Alexis peeks out>

Alexis: Homer! Is that you?

Homer: Yeah. Listen, I thought about what you said earlier, and, um. .

.I wanna do it.

Alexis: <nervous> You mean it? Homer, you really, Really, REALLY, want

to leave Springfield?

Homer: Look, it's not like I'm going to live here all my life and raise

a family, or somthing. I figure I'll be out of this town in a couple of

years, so what the hey, I might as well leave now with you.

Alexis: Oh, Homer!

<Still wearing her PJ's, Alexis comes running out of the house in the

dark and gives him a hug>

Alexis: Well, you might as well come in, Homer. It's going to take me a

little while to pack.

Homer: Alexis, aren't your parents home?

Alexis: Nope, they're gone for the weekend.

<A short while later, the pair are sitting in Homer's car and are ready

to begin the trip>

Homer: So, where shall we go first?

Alexis: California.

Homer: And now a little traveling music. . .

Alexis: Oh, wow! I love this song!

<Homer starts up the car and starts to drive off and Alexis begins to

sing>

Alexis: ". . .You and I have memories, longer than the road that

stretches out ahead." C'mon Homer, sing along!

Homer: Ah. . ."Two of us, somthing, riding, ah, somthing, getting going

on and on, ah . ." Ah, I don't think that's how the song goes!

Alexis: Don't worry, Homer. I can fill you in on the words as we go

along.

Homer Voice over: And so we began our trip out west. With only a

couple of dollars on me, I didn't know what to expect next, and suddenly

the world seemed like much bigger place. . .

<As Homer and Alexis speed off, the scene gradually changes from the

deserted, Springfield streets at night, to a highway running through a

Kansas cornfield at sunrise.>

<With the radio off, Homer is asleep in the passenger seat while Alexis

is at the wheel. Coming to a crossroad, a small diner catches Alexis'

eye and she pulls off. A moment later, she nudges Homer and he wakes

up.>

Homer: 'yawn!' What. . .time. . .is. . .it?

Alexis: It's about seven, Homer. I think we made pretty good time.

Homer: Where are we we?

Alexis: We're about to head over that diner over there to get some

breakfast, Homer.

Homer: Sounds good!

<Alexis and Homer pass the red neon diner's sign that reads: "Sheri's

Delite", but the letter's "eri's" and "Del" are blinking on and off.>

<Inside, Homer and Alexis are greeted by a slightly grungey waitress.

On her shirt the nametag reads: Nina>

Nina: <in a Southern accent> Sir, what would you like today?

Homer: I dunna. . .what's good?

Nina: That depends, are you a local boy?

Homer: How does that make a difference---

Nina: Ya, see? Our chef don't like to make things on the menu that are

out of the norm, so if you'd like to order somthin, I'd suggest you'd

get one of the regular things on the menu, so things don't get ugly.

Alexis: <Sarcastic> Okay, what is 'normal'?

Alexis: Well, what's going to happen if I don't want any of those

choices?

<Nina looks a across the diner at a big burly guy seated at the counter.

She gives him a wink. Gradually, he stands up and looks Homer in the

eye>

Nina: I don't know, girl, it's just that no one's ever tried to order

what didn't 'suggest'.

Alexis: That's it! Homer, let's get the hell out of here! <She stands

up and Homer begins to get up, too> I don't think I've been in a dumpier

place than this!

Nina: Oh, and there's one other thing--our chef don't like it when you

leave without ordering somthing.

<Nina winks at the big guy at the counter who stands up this time.

Slowly, he walks up to Homer and Alexis as they are on the way out>

Guy: Trying to leave on us, aren't you?

Homer: 'gulp!'

<Unafraid, Alexis looks at the guy in the eye>

Alexis: Ooh, you look sooo big and strong, why don't we have some fun!

<Homer looks at Alexis as she smiles back. Looking around, she spots a

salt shaker>

Guy: Are you trying to flirt with me, little girl?

Alexis: No, I'm trying to distract you!

<As quickly as she could, Alexis grabs the salt shaker and pulls the top

off and hurls a salty cloud into the guy's eyes. Blinded, the guy

staggers around and Homer and Alexis make a run for the exit a few feet

away>

Nina: Oh my god! Sombody stop them!

<A few roughneck patrons who had been watching get up and come running

towards Alexis and Homer>

Homer: Oh, crap!

Alexis: <Noticing a broom> Homer! Go for the car! I got an idea!

<Homer bolts out of the diner while Alexis stops just outside the

doorway and shoves the broom handle through the door handles causing the

door to become unopenable. From behind the glass doors, at least five

people are pushing agains the doors trying to get out>

Alexis: <Getting into the passenger seat> Homer! Drive!

Homer: Agreed!

<The 'Cudda fishtails out of the parking lot and is about a half mile

down the road as the people in the diner finally break out>

Alexis: <looking back> Whew! Homer, I don't think we're being

followed!

Homer: Whoa! That was VERY exciting, but I wouldn't want to go through

that again.

Alexis: Me, too. I don't think that was worth repeating.

<Reaching inside her purse, Alexis pulls out her camera and snaps a

picture of Homer>

Marge: So, Homer, do you still have the picture?

Homer: 'sigh' No. Alexis had all of the pictures of us together at the

time and--

Bart: <Interrupting> Wow, dad! She must have been a hellion! The

throwing salt into his eyes, and the broom handle thing. . .wow! I wish

can meet a girl like that!

Lisa: You did, Bart. Remember? She hung you out to dry.

Bart: Oh, yeah!

Selma: So, after you both ditched the rednecks, then what?

Homer: Well, we decided to wait until we got into a 'larger' city

before we ate somthing. It seems out west there were nothing but greasy

thug diners that were hotbeds of trouble.

<The scene cuts back to the past. It's night and this time Homer is

driving while Alexis is asleep. Pulling into a hotel, Homer parks under

the sign which reads: "No Name Inn==Our Name Says it All".>

END OF ACT TWO

<The scene changes to the inside of the Inn as Homer enters the office.

He is greeted by the office clerk>

Homer: Um, one room for the night for two, please.

Clerk: That will be Fifteen dollars, son.

<Homer reaches into his pocket and takes out all of his money. He looks

down and notices he is a few dollars short>

Homer: Ah, I'm a little short, would it be okay if we could make a

deal?

Alexis: <Half asleep> That's okay, Homer. I've got it.

<The scene changes to inside the room where Homer and Alexis are sitting

on each one of ther beds.>

Homer: Alexis, thanks for covering the hotel room for us.

Alexis: Eh, don't metion it.

Homer: Alexis, I've been thinking. . .Don't get offended, or anything,

but I was wondering if there was anything that you weren't telling me

about this trip?

Alexis: Homer, there is a person I do plan to visit in San Fransisco.

He's my half brother from my Dad's first marrige and he's a travel agent

who can get us tickets to anywhere in the world.

Homer: Wow. . .

Alexis: And, get this, he's got two tickets for us to go to France!

Homer: I don't know, France is so far away! I mean, how will I stay in

touch with my friends from Springfield? What about Barney? Dad?

Alexis: You can write or call them, or visit them on occasion!

Homer: But I can't even speak French!

Alexis: Please, Homer. I really want you to go with me. Besides, we can

learn how to speak French together!

Homer: 'sigh', I wish I could just leave my life

behind here as easy as

you can. . .

Homer: . . And that was the truth.

Lisa: Dad, I would've hated to be in your shoes. Young love torn between

family and the girl of your dreams.

Moe: Man that is depressing, Homer! Here, have a beer on the house!

Marge: Give me one, too!

Marge: Well, I can drink, too you know. Besides, with a story this

depressing, a little beer can't hurt.

Homer: Aww, thanks for the support, honey.

Marge: Don't mention it.

Selma: What the hey, I'll take one, as well.

Moe: Homer, are there any 'other' girlfriends? I mean, you should come

here on a slow night with a bunch of friends and talk about your past

aquaintences and 'poof!' beer sales double!

Lisa; I guess this means that when one person drinks alone he's a drunk

and when everyone drinks together, it's a party.

Moe: That it is, little girl, that it is!

Bart: Okay, Homer, you find out that she wanted to go to France with

you, so now what?

<Homer and Alexis arrive in San Fransisco around noon. Down by the bay

area, they pull into Alexis' brother's driveway.>

Homer: Hey, he's got a pretty nice place here!

Homer: And check out this view, whoa!

Alexis: It is indeed lovely, Homer.

<Homer and Alexis walk up to the house and knock on the door. A moment

later, a tall, thin man answers.>

Pierre: (In a thick, French accent) Ah, Alexis! It's so good to see

you, ah? And who is this young man you bring with? You gotta man?

Homer: (shy) I'm Homer Simpson, sir.

Pierre: Homer, eh? What a name--only in America!

<Homer is finishing the last few drops of his beer. Seated beside him,

Marge is slightly woozey from her glass.>

Marge: I think I'm gonna---

<Marge's cheeks buldge as he suddenly runs for the ladies room>

Moe: Aww, jeez! My old office! 'sigh' I just finished cleaning it out!

Pattie: Now there's a girl who can't hold her liquor. 'sigh' Selma, I'll

be right back.

Selma: <on the edge of her seat> So, Homer, what happened after you

arrived at Alexis' brother's house?

Homer: It started out like a dream. . .

<The bar fades out and the wet bar in the basement of the house fades

in>

<It's now late evening. Seated on a stool next to Alexis, Homer fixes

comes his hair in the mirror behind the bar>

Alexis: Homer, my you look handsome!

Homer: <Blushing> As always, Alexis.

Alexis: Homer Simpson, did you get an ego all of a sudden?

Homer: No, I'm still the same lovable oaf you've grown to to love.

Homer: And speaking of love. . .

Alexis: Yeessss. . .

<Homer and Alexis come within an inch of kissing eachother when Pierre

enters>

Pierre: Oh my! I didn't meant to, ah, as you say, Stifle the romance,

but I need to talk to Alexis for a little while, Homer.

<Alexis gets up and smiles back at Homer as she leaves the room with

Pierre>

<The camera focusus in on the clock. The time gradually fades from 8 to

9:30>

Homer: Where is she?

<Homer gets up and heads for the stairs. After reaching the top, he

looks into the empty kitchen to the right and then down to the hallway

to his left. Tip-toeing, he silently makes his way down the hall. As

he makes his way down the hall, he hears what sounds like a heated

arguement coming from behind the last door.>

Homer: <Putting his ear against the door> Huh?

Pierre: . . .How could drag that boy into this, Alexis?! Dad didn't

request that I send you these tickets so you could bring a friend! He

wanted you to bring yourself and your mother! Not some guy you met---

Alexis: That's not fair, Pierre! I love him! I can't leave without

him.

Pierre: Bah! You are sixteen, girl. You haven't even known what love

is!

Alexis: <Starting to cry> No. . .How can you say that! <sniff> That's

it, I'm leaving. .

Pierre: Alexis, wait!

<Alexis runs towards the door and quickly opens it, revealing Homer with

his ear to where the door was.>

Homer: <Suprised> Ah. . .

Alexis: Homer! I can explain--

Pierre: <Harshly interrupting> No, let me. Homer, I'm sorry you were

involved with this farce. You weren't meant to be here.