Joe Bradley walks along the street, hands in pockets. He slows down by a park bench. Princess Ann is lying on it and Joe glances at her curiously as he walks by.
ANN [sounding drunk because of the drug's effect] Sooooo happy.[Joe stops, turning round to look at her. Interrupting, as Joe almost walks on] How are you this evening? [She stirs on the bench, luxuriously] Mmmmmmmmm.... hmmmmm.... mmmmmmmmmmm..."
JOE [rushing over to prevent her from falling off] Hey! hey, hey, hey. [Turning her on her back] Hey, wake up!
ANN. Thank you very much, delighted.
JOE. Wake up.
ANN. No, thank you. [Raising her gloved hand to him] Charmed.
JOE [tentatively, shaking her hand] Charmed too.
ANN [after a pause] You may sit down.
JOE. I think you better sit up; much too young to get picked up by the police.
ANN [as he straightens her] Police?
JOE. Yep, po-lice.
ANN. Two-fifteen and back here to change. Two forty-five...[she wavers slightly, not fully awake].
JOE [putting a foot up on the bench] You know: people who can't handle liquor shouldn't drink it.
ANN [she looks up at him] If I were dead and buried and I heard your voice beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice. Do you know that poem?
JOE. Huh, what do you know? [Sitting down] You're well-read, well-dressed; you're snoozing away in a public street. Would you care to make a statement?
ANN. What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency in the souls of its young men and-[unable to support it, her head falls on his shoulder] mmmmmhhhhhhhhmmmmm.....
JOE [he takes his money from his breast pocket and puts it into his trouser one] Yeah, I er, couldn't agree with you more, but erm-[hears a car approaches and whistles. A taxi pulls up.]
