SCENE 6
JENNA’S house.
William reclines and looks at the ceiling.
WILLIAM: Can’t you get financial aid?
NINA: I did that, and right before I signed the paper last semester, I decided not to sign it.
WILLIAM: Bush sucks.
NINA: Why? He’s the only president we’ve got.
WILLIAM: Why!
NINA: Yeah — why — Mr. Genius? I don’t think he’s all that great, but he’s not sitting around in his pajamas all day.
WILLIAM: Did we have terrorists crawling up our butts when Clinton was president?
NINA: Yeah, we did.
WILLIAM: Didn’t seem like it.
NINA: They were there.
WILLIAM: Were we running off to fight a war every five minutes? Checking to see if it’s code orange? Watching people on TV get blown to bits? Was everybody walking around without a job?
NINA: I’ve got a job.
WILLIAM: You call that a job?
NINA: Yeah! It is a job.
He sits up and faces her.
WILLIAM: Standing there swiping groceries all day?
NINA: They give me a paycheck.
WILLIAM: He’s the worst president we’ve ever had.
NINA: For your information, I plan to go to nursing school.
WILLIAM: Nursing! You were afraid to pull a piece of glass out of my foot.
NINA: I don’t know you.
WILLIAM: Nurses do more than that, and they don’t know the people.
NINA: It’s their job.
its quite good