Cool find! "Say Anything" is a different kind of movie that gets better with more viewings in my opinion.
Seemed like a good idea at the time when I snagged it .. but here you go folks with credit to Pitts and Cameron Crowe's site:
FADE IN OVER BLACK:
INT. COREY’S BEDROOM – DAY
LLOYD DOBLER, 19, sits slumped in a small chair. He’s tall, bulky, his nose looks slightly mashed. Hidden in there somewhere is a good-looking kid. Lloyd thumbs through a newspaper, sips a Super Big Gulp from 7-11.
We’re in the bedroom of COREY FLOOD, 17. It’s a weigh-station between school and home. Corey’s walls feature photos and collages, most of them featuring a darkly-handsome young man named Joe. Corey sits on her bed, playing Led Zeppelin riffs on an amplified electric guitar. By her bed is a four-track cassette recorder — the sign of a musician. Sitting on the floor, writing in a journal, is girlfriend D.C. She’s a loyal supporter of her two friends, an introvert who mediates between two extroverts. Corey looks down at the school annual open on her bed.
COREY I don’t feel anything.
D.C. Come on. It’s graduation.
COREY It’s all so phony. Did you see what Mr. Carroll wrote in my yearbook? He ridiculed me all year long in English, then he wrote — ‘You’re a real live wire…Love, Mr. Carroll.’
D.C. He wants to leave things on a good note.
COREY When Mr. Carroll says ‘love’ I start looking for a new word.
D.C. Lloyd, she’s being difficult.
Lloyd looks up from his newspaper.
LLOYD If life was a movie, what would it be rated?
COREY That’s a ‘Lloyd’ question.
D.C. Probably R. Maybe X.
COREY Since Joe, my life is definitely X.
LLOYD I’m probably PG-13 — some material may be too intense for young children.
D.C. That’s too bad.
LLOYD I’m doing something about it. I’m going to take Diane Court out again.
The girls exchange meaningful looks.
The movies is a good second ‘date’, right?
You never had a first date.
I hate that word ‘date.’
I sat across from her at Bell Square. We both ate. That’s sharing eating — an important physical event. Why isn’t that going out?
That’s not even a scam.
What’s a scam?
Going out as friends.
No it’s not.. Scam is lusting.
Then what is a date?
The girls take a moment to consider.
A date is . . . prearrangement with a possibility for love.
I’m going to call her.
Diane Court doesn’t go ‘out’. She’s a brain . . .
. . . trapped in the body of a game show hostess.
Diane Court doesn’t even know how good-looking she is. All she thinks about it bio-chemistry.
This all sounds great to me. I’m going to call her.
Lloyd. Brains stay with brains. The bomb could go off, and their mutant genes would form the same cliques.
He gets up, bounces lightly off the walls.
I wouldn’t get my hopes up, Lloyd.
Did she every say anything about me, Corey? Tell me the truth.
(high-strung) She doesn’t talk about that stuff!
Take it easy. I was just asking.
You’re such a nice guy, Lloyd. We just don’t want to see you get hurt.
Lloyd stands, lumbers around the room.
I want to get hurt! Will someone just let me get hurt?
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