![]() ![]() ![]() Mike: She’s only eating carrots to increase the size of her breasts. Baker: (to Sam) I’m sorry, you’ll have to buy lunch today, I didn’t have time to fix your carrots. (to Sam) When it comes your turn to get married, do me a favor, elope.(leaves) Oh, and you better learn their names, as of tomorrow they’re family. Baker: (pronouncing differently) Riesczecks. Baker: Are we still having dinner with the Riesczecks? Baker: Don’t forget, the grandparents are coming this afternoon. Baker: (still looking for his briefcase) It’s small, it’s brown, it’s made of leather, it has my initials on it. (Mike and Sara continue to bicker amongst themselves.) Baker: It wasn’t my idea to give her her own phone line. (Sam comes down the stairs and sits on one of the bottom stairs and watches everyone get ready to leave.) (yelling up the stairs) Hey birth defect! Mike and Sara are getting ready to head out the door to catch the bus. Baker is hunting for his briefcase while his carpool ride honks the horn outside. (hangs up the phone and looks at herself in the mirror again) You need four inches of bod and a great birthday. My family’s probably pissed off I haven’t let them wish me Happy Birthday yet. All it shows is that I don’t have any sort of a tan left. I just thought that turning sixteen would be so major that I would wake up with an improved metal state that would show on my face. No, I didn’t expect to wake up transformed. (into phone) Nope, I look exactly the same as I have since summer, utterly forgettable. Sam: Chronologically you’re sixteen today. She has her friend Randy on hold on the phone.) (Samantha, or Sam as she likes to be called, is looking at herself in the mirror. Should make for an interesting honeymoon, huh? Jenny: I happen to have a serious problem. Come on, I’ve got a mouthful of toothpaste. Jenny: (opens the door and looks out) Daddy, I’m the one getting married. Baker: Pick on someone your own size.(Jenny walks past him into the bathroom and shuts the door) Open this door. I don’t hit her when you’re just down the hall. I’d like to very much, and I probably will later, but give me a break. (Sara goes to the other bathroom that’s at the end of the hall.) Baker: (coming out of the bathroom) Mike, come on pal! We’ve got a wedding tomorrow. (Mike makes as if to hit her but doesn’t.) Dad! Mike hit me! ![]() Baker: Jenny! Mike! Sara! Sam! Come on! Everybody up! We’ve got relatives invading this afternoon. Sixteen Candles Sixteen Candles Transcribed by: Sonja Kemp ![]()
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