On the subject of soup

 
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EXT. STREET – DAY

WILLIAM follows ANNA down the street, bombarding her with questions.

WILLIAM
What’s your favorite color?

ANNA
Blue.

WILLIAM
Favorite food?

ANNA
Whatever you don’t eat.

WILLIAM
Any brothers or sisters?

ANNA
Not as far as you know.

WILLIAM
What does your father do for a living?

ANNA
Gets drunk and beats the shit out of hippies.

WILLIAM
What’s your mother like?

ANNA
She’d hate you, if that’s what you mean.

WILLIAM
That isn’t what I mean.

ANNA
This is absurd. Why are you doing this?

WILLIAM
Your mother–is she employed?

ANNA
She runs a soup kitchen.

WILLIAM
That’s an unusual job.

ANNA
Why are you doing this?

WILLIAM
Is she a big fan of the homeless, your mother?

ANNA
No, she’s a big fan of soup.

WILLIAM
See, now that’s something your mother and I have in common. My favorite soup is minestrone. What’s yours?

ANNA
Get away from me.

WILLIAM
Does your mother have any brothers or sisters?

ANNA
She’s got a brother. He’s dead now, but if he were alive he’d kick your ass.

WILLIAM
I don’t doubt it. Want to have dinner with me?

ANNA
No.

WILLIAM
How about now?

ANNA
No.

WILLIAM
The problem with soup is that it’s just so wet, you know?

ANNA
That’s funny, Mom was just saying that to me last night.

WILLIAM
Really?

ANNA
No.

Anna climbs onto a bus. The doors slam in William’s face, and it drives away.

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