Jeff and Ginger decide that opposites attract (from "Holier Than Thou, Too") Special thanks to Denise for sending me this transcript!! (Jeff is finishing up his duties at The Roadhouse. Ginger is waiting for him at the bar.) Jeff: Movie starts in twenty minutes. Ginger: You already bought the tickets? Jeff: Nah, there won't be a crowd. Ginger: Let's not go. Jeff: Why? Ginger: Well, it's a love story and you - you like war pictures. Jeff (not exactly convincingly): I like love stories. Ginger: Oh, you do not. Jeff: I don't hate 'em. Ginger: I'd rather go to a baseball game, really I would. Jeff: Baseball season ended weeks ago. Ginger: Oh. (Jeff finishes his work and, without asking, pours two beers, one for her and one for him.) Jeff: But thanks for the offer. Ginger: You know I - I do like baseball, though, the uniforms and everything. It's nice. (Jeff joins her on the other side of the bar now that he's finished with work) Jeff: Well, let's think about something we both like to do. Ginger: Okay. (Neither of them can think of anything. They sit there in an awkward silence then Ginger tears two sheets off an order pad and hands one to Jeff) Ginger: If - if we write down our - our three favorite things to do on a date and three favorite things to do on a weekend, I will bet you we end up liking the exact same things. (Ginger steals the pencil from behind Jeff's ear and begins her writing. Jeff, after searching his pockets, leans over and grabs one from behind the bar and begins his list. He playfully nudges Ginger's elbow in an attempt to peek at her list. Once they both finish they hesitatingly exchange their lists. The disappointing results are evident on their faces.) Jeff (trying to help): We can try five favorite things. Ginger (tossing the paper): Or ten. It would end up the same. I know it would. Jeff, we don't have one thing in common, not one. I mean there's no use pretending we have a future. Not only are we not two peas in a pod, we're not even, we're not even both vegetables. Jeff (raising his beer mug in her direction): We both like beer. Ginger (playing with her mug): I'm starting to. Jeff: You didn't like it before? Ginger: I hated it. Jeff (disbelievingly): Why'd you drink it? Ginger: You - you drink it. (Jeff looks around a little, obviously trying to figure out what to say, before facing her again) Jeff: You think it's hopeless. Ginger: I do. Jeff: I don't. Ginger (shocked): You don't. Jeff (passionately): No. If we had everything in common we'd bore each other silly. You don't know diddly about sports which means that's something I can teach you. I dance like a bullfrog which means you can teach me, if you're willing to risk a broken toe, because I know you like to dance and that's a start. I don't think we should give up. Ginger (obviously impressed and delighted): So, sort of - of what we have in common ... is that we have nothing in common? Jeff (shrugging slightly): Sort of. (He leans in and gives her a small peck. Both are obviously stunned by the electric feel of the kisses. Ginger reaches over and returns the kiss with a slightly longer one of her own. Suddenly both pull away remembering where they are. Ginger (toying flirtatiously with the bow in her hair): I can think of at least one rather major important thing that we have in common ... (Jeff smiles simultaneously surprised and amused by what Ginger is suggesting. Ginger is also amused by what she said.) Jeff (covering his mouth and lowering his voice): Shh... Caught that... Home| Kyle| Tammy| History| Transcripts| Quotes| Milestones| Episodes| Pictures| Fanfic| Links| Email List