A beautiful Paris day

CUT TO: A charming sidewalk cafe'

A tres' chic woman gazing at a child nearby
as a red ballon floats on by...

A handsome man WALKS up to her.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Je suis, Ian

We ENTER her thoughts, and LISTEN.

***. I'm so nervous!! I can feel a lake pooling in my Jimmy Choos!

The woman fumbles with a translation book for a moment, and then gives the man her best **** look.

"Tres' bien enchante' vous. Je suis, Marylou"

Why am I sweating so much? He'll meet me -- and run away.  I'm going to die alone. Alone, with my cat. Who's going to feed my cat when I'm dead?!

Marylou attempts to distract herself by flipping her long blonde hair, and smiling confidently.

A piece of lint has fallen in her eye -- giving the impression that she's winking at him.

We ENTER the thoughts of IAN.

Did she just give me the look?! She is so winking at me! There!! She just did it again! Okay. Relax. She's going to run away after she meets me. I'm going to end up dying alone. Alone -- with my dog! Who will feed my dog when I'm dead?!

Marylou -- still blinking her eye, "Parlez vous Englais?"

Ian, "Oui! Oui! Yes! Yes, I do I do!!!!"

Marylou,
Oh, Thank God! I'm from New Jersey! My French ***** so bad!

Ian,
*Oh, Thank God! I'm from Australia. My French ***** so bad!

NO WAIT, BUT BUT, WHERE ARE YOU MOVING TO?*

WELL SEE, I AM GOING TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT.
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**ARE YOU COMING?

I am just a child but my mama say I wild
she say I best get dressed for Jesus or, I gonna burn up in hell fire
So mama n' me we got dressed up n' walked to Jesus land
cause we goen to a Jesus house n' listen to the holy preacher man
They gonna pass the basket round'n' round'
while them choir boys sing they sounds
cause we supposed to give everythin' we can
Yeah, give everything we got to the holy preacher man.
In Jesus land we give n' give -
give it all to the ol'
preacher man.
Don't got no money for food
we sure ain't got no money for rent
cause we be live'n by a river in a ****** ol' torn up tent
but preacher man he say to bow our head
yeah,  to pray n' then repent
I am just a small child but this sure don't make no sense.
Yeah, I am just a small child n' my mama say I wild
I sure don't wanna burn up n' what they call the lake of fire
that ol' basket sure got full real fast
when dat' basket went on past
mama, she put her last quarter in --
to protect us from all our sins
and, dat' devil sin'n man
Now I know that I am just a child of five
but I don't think dat' make me wild
preacher man he the one drive'n a big ol' fancy car
Yeah, he drive'n a big ol' fancy car with they shiny white wall tires
So dats' why I gonna grow up n' be a preacher man
gonna tell them folks of wild child's....
to give everything they can.