Mr. You Said

Mr. You Said

A short sketch follows a handsome young guy chasing women. This week, he’s in a noisy club talking to a very attractive woman. The camera is fairly close field. Dialogue is barely audible over dance music.

MR YOU SAID
So, maybe I can get us some champagne yeah?

WOMAN
Yeah, sure (giggles and looks somewhat coy)

MR YOU SAID
I never arksed you for your number right? Can I get your number please?

WOMAN
Sure, let me put in in your phone for you

She takes his iPhone and inputs the number and hands the phone back to him. The camera pans back
and Mr You Said leans in to woman as if to kiss her passionately, to which she pulls back and looks a little offended. The music is louder further away and we can literally only just hear as Mr You Said freaks out. He takes exception to being turned down and takes one step backward. His voice becomes a childish, high-pitched shriek.

MR YOU SAID (Acting manically)
Hey, that’s just not fair! I’ve bought you champagne and you gave me your phone number. You said I could touch you there (japs fiercely towards her breasts), there (jabs towards her groin), and there (points around her waist to her bottom).

By this time, a number of other club-goers have stopped talking to each other and are looking aghast at Mr You Said who looks shocked by his own response. He attempts to collect himself and addresses woman one more time.

MR YOU SAID
It’s just not fair. I’m going now. I hope you have a really bad night anyway.

He turns around and scowls at several of the people spectating. He picks up the champagne and holds it to his chest childishly, pivots around and storms off leaving the woman looking startled and confused.

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