A Perfect World

(Written by JOHN LEE HANCOCK)

BUTCH: You got blue eyes don'tcha', Phillip?
       Never met a blue-eyed Phillip before.
       Who you named after?
                                  
PHILLIP: My daddy.

BUTCH: You and your old man get along all right?
                                  
PHILLIP:Yeah sir.
                            
BUTCH: Toss the ball around, play grab-ass in the yard, that sorta' thing?
                                  
PHILLIP: Naw sir.
                                  
BUTCH: Why the hell not?
                               
PHILLIP: He ain't around, really.
                                
BUTCH: Well he is or he ain't.       
       When's the last time you saw him?
     
Phillip shrugs.
                              
BUTCH: Me'n you got a lot in common, Phillip.
       The both of us got blue eyes, we both like RC Cola and 
       neither one of us has an old man worth a damn.
                                                       
PHILLIP(a bit defensive):My Mama says he'll prolly' come back.
              Prolly' when I'm ten or so.
                               
BUTCH: Well... she's lyin' to ya' pure and simple. He ain't never comin' back.
     
Disappointment registers on the boy's face.
                               
BUTCH: Guys like us, Phillip, we gotta' be on our own. Seek foolish destiny, that sorta' thing.

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BUTCH: Lemme' ask you somethin'.   
       You right or left handed?
     
Phillip meekly holds up his right hand.    
The car races forward.
                               
BUTCH: Then that's the way we'll go. 
       You ever ridden in a time machine before?
     
Phillip shakes his head.
                                 
BUTCH: Sure you have. Whattaya' think this is?
                                 
PHILLIP: A car.
                               
BUTCH: Yer' lookin' at this thing bassackwards.
       This is a 20th Century time machine.
       I'm the captain and you're the navigator.
     
Butch points forward through the dash.

BUTCH: Out there... that's the future.
     Butch taps on the rearview mirror.
                               
BUTCH: Back there... that's the past. 
       If life's moving too slow and you wanna' project yerself into the future you step here on the gas. See?
     
He does so and the Impala surges forward.
                               
BUTCH: And if yer' enjoyin' the moment yer' in, well hell, just step on the brake here and you can slow it down.
                                                    
Butch brings the car to a complete and dusty stop.
                               
BUTCH: This is the present, Phillip.   
       Enjoy it while it lasts.
     
Then he laughs uproariously and steps on the gas.