Five Easy Pieces

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Saw Five Easy Pieces at Film Forum last night.
Favorite part pasted below (and ripped from here).
It’s the brilliant lead-in to the famous Diner scene.

EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - NORTHERN HIGHWAY - DAY

(COUNTRY & WESTERN INSTRUMENTAL OVER:)

ON THE CAR

moving through the Redwood country above San
Francisco.

INT. BOBBY'S CAR - HIGHWAY - DAY

ON BOBBY

bored, as he drives. Beside him, Rayette primps in
the sunvisor mirror.

ON THE BACK SEAT

Terry lights a cigarette while Palm, staring
morosely out the window, goes into a soliloquy:

		PALM
	I had to leave this place. I got
	depressed, seeing all the crap. And
	the thing is, they're making more
	crap, you know? They've got so many
	stores and stuff and junk full of
	crap, I can't believe it.

		BOBBY
	Who?

		PALM
	Who? People, that's who! Pretty
	soon there won't be room for
	anyone.
	They're selling more crap that
	people go and buy than you can
	imagine. Oofh! Crap! I believe
	everybody should have a big hole
	where they throw in all this stuff
	and burn it.

Rayette leans around to her.

		RAYETTE
	There'd never be a hole big enough.
	Now took at me, for instance, when
	I was just one person, before
	Bobby, I had so much garbage
	collectin' onto me every day, I was
	thinkin' about gettin a dispose
	all...

		PALM
	A dispose-all, what's that but more
	crap? I've never seen such crap.
	Oofh, I don't know how people get
	up in the morning.

		TERRY
	Mass production is what does it.

		PALM
	What do you mean "mass"... I have
	to come out and tell you, you're
	not that clean, either.

		TERRY
	Wait a minute. I'm not that neat,
	maybe, but I am clean.

		PALM
	Well, you're not that bad, but some
	people... I mean, people's homes,
	just filth. I've been in people's
	homes...

		TERRY
	In my personal observation, I think
	that more people are neat than are
	clean...

		PALM
	In my personal thing, I don't see
	that. I'm seeing more filth. A lot
	of filth. What they need to do
	every day, no, once in a while, is
	a cockroach thing, where they spray
	the homes. And uh...
	can you imagine, if their doors
	were painted a pretty color, and
	they had a pot outside, with...

		TERRY
	Yeah, it could be adorable...

		PALM
	And they picked up! I mean, it
	wouldn't be filthy, with Coke
	bottles and whiskey, and those
	signs everywhere...

She gestures angrily out the window at the roadside
billboards.

		PALM (CONT'D)
	... they oughta be erased! All
	those signs, selling crap, and more
	crap, and, I don't know, it's
	disgusting, I don't even want to
	talk about it!

Bobby starts to say something:

		BOBBY
	Well...

		PALM
	It's just filthy. People are dirty.
	I think that's the biggest thing
	that's wrong with people. I think
	they wouldn't be as violent if they
	were clean, because then they
	wouldn't have anybody to pick on...
	Oofh... Dirt...

		RAYETTE
	Well...

		PALM
	Not dirt. See, dirt isn't bad. It's
	filth. Filth is bad. That's what
	starts maggots and riots...

She suddenly leans over to the front seat, pointing
to a semi ahead.

		PALM (CONT'D)
	Hey, follow that truck. They know
	the best places to stop.

		RAYETTE
	That's an old maid's tale.

		PALM
	Bullshit! Truck drivers know the
	best eating places on the road.

Rayette turns around, asserting:

		RAYETTE
	Salesmen and cops are the ones. If
	you'd ever waitressed, honey, you'd
	know.

		PALM
	Don't call me "honey," mack.

		RAYETTE
	Don't call me "mack," honey.

		PALM
	I wouldn't be a waitress. They're
	nasty and full of crap.

		RAYETTE
	You better hold onto your tongue!

		PALM
		(giving her the finger)
	Hold onto this.

Terry laughs.

		RAYETTE
	Just one minute, you! Don't you
	ever talk to me like that!

		BOBBY
	Shut up! All of you!

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