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(A subway train. A shapely woman drops something. As she bends over to pick it up, she looks behind her and sees a seated man smiling. Caught in her suspicious glare, his face turns red with embarrassment.) Narrator: Need some help with that smile? How do you know you're not making a fool out of yourself? Let the Smile-Rite face mold reshape your features into their most winning proportions. (The man in bed. He straps a heavy apparatus like a catcher's mask around his head before turning out the lights.) Narrator: Composed of a firm, durable alloy, Smile-Rite fits snugly around the head for comfortable sleeping and produces overnight results. (The next day on the train. The man sits across from the woman when a jolt of acceleration causes an elderly passenger to lose her balance and fall with a thump.) Woman: Oh no! I think she's hurt. (Seeing the man) Oh, look who's smiling! What are you, some kind of sadist? Man: (Smiling) Me? I'm not smiling. I'm paralyzed. Narrator: The Smile-Rite face mold. What a relief! |
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| © 2007, 2015. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Friday, November 27, 2015
The Smile-Rite Face Mold
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