Inflating a Dog Screenplay
Chapter 6: Just Asked (in which Peter wishes that he had a car)
by Eric Kraft
Inflating a Dog on Film

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INT. BABBINGTON HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM. MID-MORNING. The auditorium is used as a study hall.  STUDENTS are seated toward the front.  Peter is behind NICKY and GREASY.  Patti enters late.  Everyone watches her walk down the aisle, hand a forged excuse to MR. CANTRELL, shift her weight from one foot to the other, canting her hips, idly look around the room to see who might interest her, and everyone notices the way Peter blushes when she spots him, waves, and winks. 
MR. CANTRELL
(holding the note like a dirty tissue)
Miss Fiorenza, we know what this is.
Patti pouts.  Cantrell melts.
MR. CANTRELL (CONT’D.)
But we’ll pretend that we don’t.
Patti smiles seductively and conspiratorially.
MR. CANTRELL (CONT’D.)
(beginning to perspire)
Just take a seat and get to work.
GREASY
(muttering, to Nicky)
Oh, man, would I like to get into that.
NICKY
Yeah.  She’s a great lay.
Peter is shocked, thinking: What? How does he know?
GREASY
You made her?
NICKY
(matter-of-factly)
Yeah.  She’s a terrific piece of ass.
He is slandering the piece of ass Peter loves!
GREASY
Bullshit. 
Peter is beginning to feel a kinship with Greasy.
NICKY
If you say so.
(he lets a moment pass)
I’ll tell you something funny, but you got to promise not to tell anybody.
GREASY
What?
NICKY
Promise.
GREASY
Okay.
NICKY
I swiped a rubber from my father’s bedside table, because I didn’t want to get her in trouble, you know?
GREASY
Yeah.
NICKY
Well, I never used a rubber before.
Peter thinks: Uh-oh. This is not good. It sounds honest.
NICKY (CONT’D.)
So I open the package and take it out and it’s a little flat round thing.  I’m trying to figure it out, and then I see it’s all rolled up, so I figure I gotta unroll it, which I do.  Now I’ve got this long rubber bag that I’m trying to get onto my pecker, and it ain’t easy, let me tell you.  When I finally get it on, there’s a bubble in the front, and when I stick my dick into her, it goes “pop.”
GREASY
No shit.
NICKY
I told my uncle what happened, and I thought he was gonna bust a gut.  He tells me you’re supposed to put the thing onto your prick and roll it down.  You don’t unroll it first.
GREASY
Oh, sure.  You didn’t know that?
NICKY
No.  I didn’t.  I already told you.
Silence. 
GREASY
(convinced now)
How did you get her to let you do it?
NICKY
Just asked.
Peter and Greasy are both thinking: Just asked?
GREASY
What did you say, exactly?
Peter bends over his notebook.
NICKY
“You want to get into the back seat?”
Peter thinks: Damn.  You have to have a car.
GREASY
Yeah? . . . and . . . ?
NICKY
And what?  We got into the back seat.
GREASY
You didn’t say anything else?
NICKY
No.  She knew what I meant.
GREASY
Yeah.
Peter is not convinced, doesn’t want to be convinced.
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EXT. BABBINGTON HIGH. AFTERNOON. School is out. Young scholars flee the building, Peter and Patti among them.
PATTI
Pete!  Peter!
PETER
Hey, Patti.
PATTI
(catching up to him, handing him her books, putting her arm through his)
Walk me home, okay?  My mother loves it when you walk me home.  She always has.
A car full of louts passes, calling out “Sluhhhht!” to Patti and “Pinko highbrow intellectual bastard!” to Peter.
PATTI
(used to ignoring that sort of thing)
Come on . . . we can stop and get a soda.
PETER
(as a longtime friend)
Sure.  Let’s go.
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EXT. THE MALT SHOP AT BOLOTOMY AND MAIN. Peter and Patti come along arm in arm.  Patti stops to check their reflection in the window.  She smooths her clothes and hair, and she straightens Peter up a little, too.
PATTI
There.  You look nice.
Peter looks at his reflection, his corduroy pants and checked shirt, and doesn’t like what he sees.
PETER
Nice.  A nice harmless little boy.
Patti gives him a poke and drags him into the shop.
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INFLATING A DOG SCREENPLAY | CONTENTS | CHAPTER 7

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Copyright © 2001 by Eric Kraft
Registered with the Writers Guild of America East in 2001 

The screenplay for Inflating a Dog is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, dialogues, settings, and businesses portrayed in it are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

All rights reserved. No part of this teleplay may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. 

The illustration at the top of the page is an adaptation of an illustration by Stewart Rouse that first appeared on the cover of the August 1931 issue of Modern Mechanics and Inventions. The boy at the controls of the aerocycle doesn’t particularly resemble Peter Leroy—except, perhaps, for the smile.

 
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