On
Bleeker Street with Blanche & Jane
The Gals are in
Paris, France
Blanche:
Jane Dear, what do you say we go to the Eiffel Tower for lunch?
Jane:
~puff, puff~ Can I have my fags up
there?
Blanche:
No Jane. I don’t expect they allow smoking.
Jane:
#$^% this is France isn’t it? Didn’t they invent freekin’ smoking?
Blanche:
No Jane. I don’t think so. You’ve been watching too many old films.
Jane:
Sex and ciggies. I’m sure it them French dammit! ~puff, drag, puff~
Blanche:
Isn’t it enough Jane Dear that you can light up at the outdoor cafes?
Jane:
Sure in the freezing #*&$# cold!
Blanche:
Now Jane, that’s simply not true. Every café we have been at has had overhead
heating.
Jane:
Oh sure! You’re all nice and cozy inside while I freeze my titties off having a
puff or two!
Blanche:
So quit and stay inside with me. It’s as simple as that Jane.
Jane:
What are you? Half human or something? Besides I look real classy when I smoke.
Blanche:
~chuckling~ I’m sure you think you do
but every drag brings you closer to eternity.
Jane:
Oh %##* You Sweetie. I’ll outlive you and Mother too.
Blanche:
Jane Dear, Mother’s been dead for 20 years!
Jane:
It’s just a figure of speech Blanche. ~puff,
puff~
Blanche:
We had better get going. Be a good girl. Call a taxi Jane Dear.
Jane:
~pauses~ This tower is pretty high
up- ain’t it Blanche? ~puff, drag~
Blanche:
Yes, I believe the Eiffel Tower is as you say- pretty high up. ~she laughs softly~
Jane:
Hmmm. A Bitch falling off a tower in a wheelchair. It would be like a falling
rocket.
Blanche:
Oh Jane Dear, you’re always plotting the perfect way to get rid of me.
Jane:
~Puff, Puff~ Yes Blanche and someday
I might just do it!
Blanche:
Come Jane Dear, I want to buy postcards in the lobby before the taxi arrives.
Jane:
~puff, drag, puff~ Who’re you gonna
send them to? You ain’t got no friends anyway…
Blanche:
You’d be surprized Sister Dear. You’d be surprized!
