Larry Crowne Script

INT. SQUARE HOLE NO. 114 - SAME
Pitch black as the grate rolls up and open, revealing Talia,
Larry and their parked scooters.

LARRY CROWNE
Holy smokes!

The place is crammed with vintage clothes. Racks and boxes
and stacks of every fashion.

LARRY CROWNE (CONT'D)
You got inventory.

She disappears in the back, rummaging around.
TALIA
I started in the smallest unit.
LARRY CROWNE
This is just sitting here? Talia!
This is unproductive capital! Sell
it on eBay.
TALIA
No one should ever buy clothes off
the internet. You have to feel the
fabric and test the drape...
LARRY CROWNE
What is all this worth?

Out she comes with an assortment of men's clothes.
TALIA
A lot to me. Try these on.
LARRY CROWNE
Where?
TALIA
Anywhere. Fashion is no place for
modesty. Strip.

He does.
LARRY CROWNE
I can't
TALIA
This is a service to humankind,
Lance. It hurts me to see a Top
Cat dressed like an ex-hockey
player. You gotta look gorgeous
from shoe to collar. Starting now.
53.
Larry is taking off his pants just as Dell Gordo has pulled
up on his scooter.
DELL GORDO
Monkey! Thought you might be here.
TALIA
Lance! My boyfriend's here! Put
your pants on!

Larry, in fact, has his pants off.
Dell Gordo has a look in his eyes of, well, "What the fuck?"