BLOW-UP DOLL



Bob: (to knocking door) Yeah, yeah, I'm coming already. (opens door)

Mailman: "Coming Already" that's a good one. Heh, here you wanna sign

        for this.

Bob: Yeah, sure (he does)

Mailman: "Coming Already" giggle giggle (leaves).

Bob: So, this is what they mean by "Shipped in a plain, unmarked package."

        Well, might as well give it a whirl. (he blows up the doll).

Bob: (pulling her up) hmmm. Not bad ... For a doll. Let's see these

        instructions. (he reads) "Does things your wife would never dream

        of. Thirteen vibrating orifices?" Is that possible? Well, let's

        find out.

Doll: Not so fast, buster!

Bob: Wait a minute. My wife has that orfice. And that's exactly the way

        she vibrates it.

Doll: I am from the planet Acme in the galaxy of Blow-up and it is our

        intention to take over this sexist anti-plastic world. Death

        to flesh. Death to flesh.

Bob: (pause) They were right. My wife would never dream of doing anything

        like that.

Doll: Silence, human. Now, feel what it is like to be defiled. (she pulls

        his plug) Sssssssssssss....

Bob: Arrrggghhh (general screaming, etc)

        (lights flash)

Doll: (as wife) Bob, Bob, wake up.

Bob: Whaa?

Doll: You must have had a bad dream.

Bob: Yeah, dream... bad... (checks her foot)

Doll: (observing this) what's the matter?

Bob: Nothing... Nothing...

Doll: Well, you better hurry if you're going to get to work.

Bob: Yeah right. Good thing I slept fully dressed. Don't we have a bed?

        (quickly) never mind. I better go. (Doll waits and then pulls

        George out)

Doll: He fell for it, thought it was all a dream.

George: Great. Let's head for the bedroom.

Doll: Uhhh. Have you done anything about your, you know, premature deflation?

George: Yeah. I've been working on it.

Doll: All right (they exit, then Ssssssssss...)

Doll: GEORGE!!!