“My Favorite Love Story” from Maybe Happy Ending (In Rehearsal)


Oliver: We’ve gone 5 kilometers so that’s
another…590 kilometers. Which means we’ll be at the motel by 1:00 a.m. What
percentage are you at? Claire: We just charged. I can make it. Oliver: 1 a.m…so we have approximately 4 hours to come up with a convincing story in case someone asks
who we are! Claire: We’re two normal humans spending the night at a motel. End of story! Oliver: End of story? Do you want to get caught? We need details! Claire: We’re…a couple. Oliver: Interesting. Okay! Claire: We’re on vacation! Oliver: This is good! We should start memorizing this! Claire: Memorizing? We’re robots! Oliver: Claire, you already messed up. Rule number one
is don’t say we’re robots! Claire: There’s no one else in the car, Oliver. Oliver: I don’t know this car… It might be easier if we don’t use our real names. How about…you’re
Jenny and I’m… Nat King Cole! Jenny: Nat King Cole? Oliver: Nat King Cole! Claire: Fine! Nat and Jenny King Cole on vacation! End of story! Oliver: Where did we meet? How did we fall in love? What are our hopes and dreams? Claire: You really think the motel clerk is going to ask us about our hopes and dreams? Oliver: That’s what humans talk about. So where did we meet? Claire: On the street? Oliver: Yes! It was a rainy day. You forgot your umbrella, so you ran under mine! Claire: I initiated this? Oliver: The rain made us feel melancholy, but also romantic as we walked on the rainy streets. Claire: In…Paris! Oliver: NEW YORK SET THE PERFECT
MOOD ON THE DAY WE MET Claire: You’re so annoying! Oliver: THE PATTER OF RAIN AND SOMEWHERE A JAZZ QUARTET Claire: They were playing in the rain? Oliver: They were inside. Claire: So we were inside? Oliver: You were outside. MY UMBRELLA COULD HANDLE TWO I EVEN KEPT YOUR SHOULDER DRY AND SINCE WE BOTH WERE SHY WE BARELY SPOKE AT ALL Claire: Is this from a musical? YOU WORE A BRIGHT RED RAINCOAT THAT MAGIC DAY CLAIRE: NO WAY WOULD I CHOOSE RED FOR A RAINCOAT! OLIVER: YOUR BEAUTIFUL RED FUR HAT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY CLAIRE: I THINK IT WASN’T ME, BUT SANTA! OLIVER: THE CROWDED AND NOISY STREETS WERE SILENT EXCEPT OUR BEATING HEARTS IT’S ALL THOSE QUIET PARTS
YOU LATER CAN’T FORGET ALL ON ONE RAINY DAY BOTH: THE RAINY DAY WE MET Oliver: Your turn! CLAIRE: YOUR STARED AT YOUR FEET, TOO NERVOUS TO SAY ONE WORD Oliver: What could I have said in that situation? CLAIRE: OUR BEAUTIFUL SILENCE STARTED TO FEEL ABSURD. Oliver: Don’t forget, I did offer you my umbrella… Claire: Shhh! CLAIRE: SO THEN IN A BREATHLESS RUSH WE BOTH STARTED TALKING AWKWARDLY Both: How long have you… So where have you… Why don’t you go fir… *Both laugh* CLAIRE: WE LAUGHED SO HARD THAT WE FORGOT OUR SOCKS WERE WET BOTH: ALL ON A RAINY DAY THE RAINY DAY WE MET OLIVER: THAT OLD-TIMEY BAND WHEN I FIRST HELD YOUR HAND AND WE DANCED IN THE SUBWAY CLAIRE: THE BUSSES WE MISSED ON THE FIRST NIGHT WE KISSED ON THAT STREET IN PARIS OLIVER: NEW YORK! CLAIRE: PARIS! OLIVER: THE MOMENT OUR GAME DEMANDED A NAME AND LOVE’S WHAT WE CALLED IT CLAIRE: THE MORNING WE TRIED WAKING UP SIDE BY SIDE AND KNEW IT WAS MEANT TO BE OLIVER: IT SEEMED TO ME THE CROWDED AND NOISY WORLD
WAS SILENT EXCEPT OUR BEATING HEARTS IT’S ALL THOSE QUIET PARTS
YOU LATER CAN’T FORGET. THANKS TO ONE RAINY DAY—
THE RAINY DAY WE MET. ANYWAY, THAT’S HOW WE MET.

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