Post by Haus Of Izzy on Jan 18, 2010 19:37:07 GMT -6
*The scene opens in what appears to be the lobby of a nice office building. The quality is grainy, the video apparently taken candidly from a cell phone. We see Izzy and a young brunette apparently engaged in a heated discussion.*
Izzy: How you could be so meat headed, I have no idea. Honestly Kate. I let you off your leash, I let you handle ONE set of negotiations and this is the thanks I get? You know what this means for me? When will I have time to run my company if I have to run off to the deep F*CKING SOUTH to wrestle for a promotion no one cares about?
*Izzy reaches into a jacket pocket and removes a pack of cigarettes as she rails at her niece.*
Izzy: You know, this isn’t your fault. If I had just gone with my gut and sent you to a real school you would know that you never sign ANYTHING without reading the fine print. You have locked me into a 3 year contract with RCW for a paltry sum of money. I hope you are proud of yourself. Art school. Who goes to school to doodle?
Kate: It was graphic design. And it’s a good field! Not everyone can make their living showing off their bodies and fighting people on camera ok?
Izzy: Graphic design? Computer assisted doodling. Good field? You’ll never know. You didn’t even finish. You couldn’t even do three years in doodle college, but you expect me to do three years in RCW?
Kate: I dropped out to work for you! And if you hate the idea so much, break your contract!
Izzy: The fee for breaking my contract would be enough to bankrupt me. Is that what you want? To put me in the poor house?
Kate: Yes Aunt Izzy. That was clearly my aim. To make you suffer under pain of poverty.
*Izzy lights her cigarette, nostrils flaring.*
Izzy: Do you really think sassing me is the appropriate response, young lady? I’m docking your pay.
Kate: You don’t pay me!
Izzy: You think your little apartment is free? You think food just shows up there? You think that beamer was a gift from Germany? Or that gas just grows in your tank? You make a living wage. The fact that you don’t see any of it just shows that you need to reign in your lifestyle!
Kate: I wanted a Hyundai! You insisted on the BMW!
*Izzy exhales through her nose*
Izzy: Oh, listen to little miss details. You pay plenty of attention when we aren’t signing away three years of YOUR life don’t you? You wanted me out of retirement didn’t you? You hate me and love to see me tortured.
Kate: Don’t be so dramatic. You love wrestling. You are good at it. And your contract isn’t that bad. At least you aren’t restrained from conducting other business. You only have to make a weekly appearance and you don’t even have a match this week. What are you complaining about?
*Kate has headed for the exit. Izzy is hot on her heels continuing the argument.*
Izzy: Who would have thought a Podunk little federation would have such an iron clad contract?
Kate: Well… they did just go national.
*The scene fades out as the women exit the building.*
Izzy: How you could be so meat headed, I have no idea. Honestly Kate. I let you off your leash, I let you handle ONE set of negotiations and this is the thanks I get? You know what this means for me? When will I have time to run my company if I have to run off to the deep F*CKING SOUTH to wrestle for a promotion no one cares about?
*Izzy reaches into a jacket pocket and removes a pack of cigarettes as she rails at her niece.*
Izzy: You know, this isn’t your fault. If I had just gone with my gut and sent you to a real school you would know that you never sign ANYTHING without reading the fine print. You have locked me into a 3 year contract with RCW for a paltry sum of money. I hope you are proud of yourself. Art school. Who goes to school to doodle?
Kate: It was graphic design. And it’s a good field! Not everyone can make their living showing off their bodies and fighting people on camera ok?
Izzy: Graphic design? Computer assisted doodling. Good field? You’ll never know. You didn’t even finish. You couldn’t even do three years in doodle college, but you expect me to do three years in RCW?
Kate: I dropped out to work for you! And if you hate the idea so much, break your contract!
Izzy: The fee for breaking my contract would be enough to bankrupt me. Is that what you want? To put me in the poor house?
Kate: Yes Aunt Izzy. That was clearly my aim. To make you suffer under pain of poverty.
*Izzy lights her cigarette, nostrils flaring.*
Izzy: Do you really think sassing me is the appropriate response, young lady? I’m docking your pay.
Kate: You don’t pay me!
Izzy: You think your little apartment is free? You think food just shows up there? You think that beamer was a gift from Germany? Or that gas just grows in your tank? You make a living wage. The fact that you don’t see any of it just shows that you need to reign in your lifestyle!
Kate: I wanted a Hyundai! You insisted on the BMW!
*Izzy exhales through her nose*
Izzy: Oh, listen to little miss details. You pay plenty of attention when we aren’t signing away three years of YOUR life don’t you? You wanted me out of retirement didn’t you? You hate me and love to see me tortured.
Kate: Don’t be so dramatic. You love wrestling. You are good at it. And your contract isn’t that bad. At least you aren’t restrained from conducting other business. You only have to make a weekly appearance and you don’t even have a match this week. What are you complaining about?
*Kate has headed for the exit. Izzy is hot on her heels continuing the argument.*
Izzy: Who would have thought a Podunk little federation would have such an iron clad contract?
Kate: Well… they did just go national.
*The scene fades out as the women exit the building.*