A tiny excerpt of the novel I’m rewriting. I’m using Scrippet to post it; while it’s not a screenplay, I like that Courier New manuscript look.
He blinks. “What time is it?”
“Nine-thirty. Ten. Shrug.”
“Did you just say shrug instead of actually shrugging?”
Miriam ignores the question, and instead holds up the two hair dye boxes for display. “Check it out. Blackbird Black. Vampire Red. Pick one.”
“Pick one what?”
She makes an exasperated sound. “A candidate for the presidency of the Moon and all its Provinces.”
He stares, confused.
“A hair color, retard. I’m dying my hair. Blackbird Black or Vampire Red?”
“Yeah, I don’t actually care. It’s too early for this shit.”
“Heresy. It’s never too early for hair dye.”