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MAVERICK
(v.o.)
We met in the summer of 1963. My future wife was vacationing at a summer camp in the Catskills.
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ANGIE
Wait, did you say 1963?
MAVERICK
Oh, I meant 1987.
ANGIE
1987, are you sure?
MAVERICK
Whatever year is appropriate for the current year, based on my apparent age.
Angie rolls her eyes. Maverick goes back to string off into the distance.
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MAVERICK
(v.o.)
Anyway, as I was saying. We met in the summer of 1963. My future wife was vacationing at a summer camp in the Catskills.
ext.resort in the catskills - flashback
The soundtrack and clothing indicate to the audience that this is a "Dirty Dancing" spoof. LISA, Maverick's wife, enters the camp with her family, chewing on a stick of bubblegum. Young Maverick, dressed in a black leotard, is hanging out by the pool, stretching his calves.
MAVERICK
(v.o.)
I was one of the social services instructors at the resort that year.
ANGIE
(v.o.)
Whatever year that was?
MAVERICK
(v.o.)
Right, whatever year that was.
Lisa walks up to Young Maverick and blows a bubble. Young Maverick puts his hands on his hips.
young maverick
Hey, baby. You want to go over in that corner and make out?
INT.ANGIE'S APARTMENT - present day - continuous
Maverick is gesturing at Angie like, "Huh? Huh? Get it?"
ANGIE
What? I don't get what you're doing?
MAVERICK
Go to the corner? Get it? With a girl I just called baby?
Angie shrugs and shakes her head.
MAVERICK
Well, I thought it was clever.
ANGIE
You seem to think lots of things are clever.
EXT.RESORT IN THE CATSKILLS - FLASHBACK - continuous
Maverick and Lisa are making out behind the pool shed. Suddenly she stops and pushes him away.
lisa
Wait a minute, handsome stranger. Who are you?
YOUNG MAVERICK
I'm Maverick, MSW. I teach social services and a little bit of leathercraft here at the resort. But that's not all I plan to ever do.
Young Maverick gestures expansively out at the wide world.
YOUNG MAVERICK
I'm going places, baby.
LISA
Why do you keep calling me that?
YOUNG MAVERICK
Someday I'm going to be a big cog in the social work empire. Someday I'll be king of the social workers, and everybody will listen to what I say: presidents, popes, everybody. And razor-thin funding won't ever be a problem again.
LISA
Oh, you and your dreams, Maverick, MSW! Could you teach me to social work?
Young Maverick takes her arm and moves her into an elegant en pointe ballet position. He runs his fingers along the underside of her arm and armpit.
YOUNG MAVERICK
I can do better than that. I can teach you to...dirty social work.
EXT.RESORT IN THE CATSKILLS - various locations
An appropriate song plays on the soundtrack for a dirty social working MONTAGE.
Lisa carries a watermelon in her arms like it's a baby. Young Maverick jumps in the way and takes her watermelon baby and gives it to another crying vacationer.
They dance in the woods across a log bridge with a bunch of tri-folders in their hands. On the other side of the log bridge they put the folders into a filing cabinet sitting in the mud.
Lisa sits at a pottery wheel. Young Maverick comes up behind her and sensually helps her make a clay vase.
Lisa carries the vase she just made in her arms like it's a baby. Young Maverick jumps in the way and takes her vase baby and gives it to another crying vacationer.
The MONTAGE ENDS
INT.the big social work cotillion - flashback
LISA'S FATHER stands up.
lisa's FATHER
I forbid you to do any more of this...this...dirty social work!
INT.ANGIE'S APARTMENT - PRESENT DAY
Angie is on the edge of her seat.
ANGIE
What happened after that?
MAVERICK
Well, her father forbade her. What would we do, defy his wishes?
ANGIE
So you just didn't do anything?
MAVERICK
Well, another one of my students won the Big Social Work Cotillion that year, so I guess it all worked out in the end.
ANGIE
Well, what happened after that magical, nostalgia-inspiring summer?
MAVERICK
Well, her father went on to star in Law and Order for a number of years.
ANGIE
No, I meant with you two.
MAVERICK
Oh, I don't know. We got married or something.
