Harvey Milk:
[Scott Smith is heading down the stairs and Harvey tries to make eye contact]
Hey, hey...
[Scott stops and looks at him]
Harvey Milk:
I'm Harvey.
Scott Smith:
Okay, Harvey...
[smiles a little awkwardly]
Harvey Milk:
Today's my birthday.
[Scott laughs]
Harvey Milk:
No, it actually is my birthday. At midnight.
Scott Smith:
[still smiling, a little skeptical]
Really.
Harvey Milk:
And, believe it or not, I don't have any plans.
[raises one eyebrow as he speaks]
Harvey Milk:
Some people took me out after work.
Scott Smith:
Oh, and that would be, ah, let me guess... Ma Bell or AT&T.
Harvey Milk:
The Great American Insurance Company. I'm part of that corporate establishment that, let me guess, you think is the cause of all the evil in the world from Vietnam to diaper rash.
Scott Smith:
You left out bad breath.
Scott Smith:
[Harvey covers his mouth; both start laughing]
Just kidding.
[pause]
Harvey Milk:
You're not going to let me spend my birthday all by myself, are you?
Scott Smith:
[gently teasing]
Listen, Harvey, you're pretty cute, but... I don't date guys over forty.
Harvey Milk:
Well, then this is my lucky night.
Scott Smith:
Why's that?
Harvey Milk:
I'm still thirty-nine...
[showing Scott his watch]
Harvey Milk:
It's only eleven-fifteen.
[pauses, leans forward and kisses Scott]
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