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(AMANDA and GRACE are at a small table at El Gato Azul, a café. As the scene progresses, they munch on tapas and imbibe drinks.)
GRACE: Okay. So, who would you date?
AMANDA: I have ruled some toons out. (Silence. They eat.) It wouldn’t be Elmer Fudd. I don’t like hunters. Especially of wabbits.
GRACE: That is so mean!
AMANDA: Exactly. (Beat.) And it wouldn’t be Porky Pig.
GRACE: Smart move. Can you imagine Porky picking you up for a date? I b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-purchased you some fl-fl-fl-fl-fl-roses. Are you r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-all set?
AMANDA: Let’s see. It wouldn’t be the Doormouse either. (Beat.) Boring conversationalist. Hardly a conversationalist at all.
GRACE: How about the Roadrunner? If you’ve got the need, he’s got the speed.
AMANDA: Yeah, but I like a man with a slow hand. If I’m gonna date a toon with commitment problems, I’d rather date Speedy Gonzales. At least then I could practice my Spanish: “Arriba! Arriba! Andale. Andale.”
GRACE: Yeah, but you’d have, what? Two seconds with him?
AMANDA: “You can’t catch me Greengo Pooseygato.”
GRACE: The Flash would be a better date than that.
AMANDA: In any case, they all have attention deficit disorder.
GRACE: Besides, if I can’t date Spiderman, you can’t date The Flash. Superheroes are out.