The life of a groupie. What did she think, that she was better than the rock and roll groupies?
Well, you know, she is an actual victim of the democrat war on women.
The title parody was obviously a parody of Citizen Kane, with a reporter catching up with the principles after the death of Bill Clinton, hoping to find meaning in his last word "Rosebush".
The sections about Monica turned out to be pretty on the mark...
EXT. CHEAP GO-GO BAR - "MUFFIN LIPS" - ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT - 2023 - RAIN
Muffin Lips, spelled out in neon, glows out of the darkness at the end of the fade out. Then there is lightning which reveals a squalid roof-top on which the sign stands. Thunder again, and faintly the sound of music from within. The camera moves in as Thompson walks through door to the seedy go-go bar, drunks stumble out, laughing.
DISSOLVE: INT. "MUFFIN LIPS" GO-GO BAR - NIGHT - 2023
Loud noise and music all around. All male clientele. Topless girls in G-strings dance in center of bar. Unheard conversation between Thompson and a very large bouncer. A bill changes hands. The bouncer walks Thompson towards a corner of the bar, where a very fat woman is bartending.
BOUNCER: Yo Monica, this is Mr. Thompson. Take a break. He wants to talk to you about Clinton.
Monica looks up into Thompson's face, with a dopey, sweet countenance - lonely... eager to please. She is almost fifty, trying to look much younger, in a cheap, enormously generous, black evening dress. Wearing her trademark beret, she is still trying to capitalize on her fame. The dress even has a well placed, intentional stain.
MONICA: (to the bouncer) This doesnt count as my regular break, right, Manny?
Low thunder from outside.
BOUNCER: No, sweetie. He just wants to ask you some questions. Ill bet theres a good tip in it for you.
THOMPSON: Of course, theres a sizable tip. Even more sizable if you can provide the answers I am looking for.
They move to a table, away from the dancing area.
MONICA: How do you want to handle the whole thing - ask questions?
THOMPSON: I'd rather you just talked. Anything that comes into your mind - about yourself and the President.
MONICA: You wouldn't want to hear a lot of what comes into my mind about myself and Mr. Bill Clinton.
THOMPSON: How did you meet him?
MONICA: I had a pizza... that was thirty years ago - and I still remember that pizza. Mmmm! It had sausages, pepperoni, extra cheese...
DISSOLVE: INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE OVAL OFFICE - 1997
Monica, aged twenty-one, neatly but cheaply dressed, in a low cut dress. Showing generous cleavage, she carries a pizza towards the door to the oval office. Betty Currie watches as she approaches. No words are exchanged, but Betty smiles and gives her a thumbs up. Monica pulls down the front of her dress, exposing even more cleavage before knocking.
CLINTON: (behind door) Come in.
MONICA: Mr. President, Betty said you might like a little bit of pizza.
CLINTON: You bet I would!
Scene moves in to the Oval Office. As Monica enters, Clinton puts his arm around her, letting it slide down onto her buttocks. He closes the door behind him.
CLINTON: My secretary prefers me to keep this door closed when I have a lady caller. She's a very decent woman. I was just about to head down into the White House storage area - in search of my youth... but I should have a bite to eat first. You see, my mother died, recently. I've sent for her belongings but Ive been too busy to go down and look through them. I planned to make a sort of sentimental journey - (a melancholy tone overcomes his speech) - to the scenes of my youth - my childhood, I suppose...
His melancholy mood passes quickly, and thoughts return to the business at hand.
CLINTON: My, youre a sexy, young thing. Hardly fat at all! Have I ever seen you before?
MONICA: (smiling very broadly) Why thank you Mr. President! Weve passed in the halls a few times. You know, I have a bit of a crush on you.
CLINTON: Obviously, we're both lonely. (he smiles) Hey! Do you want to see an elephant?
The president pulls the pockets out of his suit pants, so they hang inside out at his sides.
MONICA: (flirtatiously) Well theres his ears... but I want to see his trunk!
CLINTON: How old did you say you were?
MONICA: I didn't say.
CLINTON: I didn't think you did. If you had, I wouldn't have asked you again, because I'd have remembered. How old?
MONICA: Pretty old. I'll be twenty-two in August.
CLINTON: That's a ripe old age. Certainly old enough to meet an elephant.
DISSOLVE: INT. "MUFFIN LIPS" GO-GO BAR - NIGHT - 2023
Monica tosses down a drink, then goes on with her story.
MONICA: I saw the elephant alot after that. It sorta became my entire job. He was in love with me. But he never told me so until after it all came out about us. At first, when we were found out... he acted like he wasn't really in love with me. He was a little mean, even. I was all set to tell everything. Then, next thing I know, I was whisked away by some Arkansas State Troopers... right from the lobby of the Watergate hotel - in the middle of Washington! That kinda convinced me that he really cared about me.
THOMPSON: But Clinton never once said a nice thing about you in public.
MONICA: He really did love me, though. I know you don't believe me, but it just happens to be true! The troopers... they took me to see him. The Big He's dead now, (sniff) so I guess I can talk about it. He said we'd be in big trouble if Ken Starr even found out we were talking. I was supposed to be cooperating with Mr. Starr by then.
THOMPSON: Did he tell you to lie to Mr. Starr?
MONICA: Bill Clinton never told me to lie! He just made up stories that I should tell instead of the stories that actually happened. But I swear, Mr. Thompson, never once did he tell me to lie!
THOMPSON: Did you ever feel that he was just using you... you know... sexually?
MONICA: Of course not, he was really interested in my personality. (sharply) What are you smiling for? You think I'm delusional don't you? Just like my therapist! Well I'm not! Why else would Bill try so hard to get me a new job? I didn't ask for a new job! I didn't want to leave the White House. It was his idea - everything was his idea - except Linda Tripps tapes.
DISSOLVE: INT. VERNON JORDANS LAW OFFICE - DAY - 1997
Monica is practicing her interviewing technique. Vernon Jordan is playing the role of interviewer. Clinton is seated nearby.
MONICA: I like to talk on the phone alot...to my friends and junk...lunch times the best part of the day...double whopper with cheese, fries, apple pie, and Diet Coke...twelve noon, like clockwork. I like sex, too...
JORDAN: Impossible! Impossible!
CLINTON: Your job isn't to give Ms. Lewinsky your opinion of her interviewing skills. You're supposed to ensure she gets a good job in New York. Nothing more.
JORDAN: (sweating) But, it is impossible. If this ever comes out, I will be the laughingstock of the corporate world! People will say -
CLINTON: If you're interested in what people say, Vernon, I may be able to enlighten you a bit. The newspapers, for instance. I'm an authority on what the papers will say, Vernon, because I tell them what to say. It's all right, dear. Mr. Jordan is going to listen to reason. Aren't you, Vernon? (he looks him square in the eyes)
JORDAN: Mr. President, how can I persuade you -
CLINTON: You can't.
There is a silence. Jordan shrugs his shoulders.
CLINTON: I knew you'd see it my way.
DISSOLVE: INT. "MUFFIN LIPS" GO-GO BAR - NIGHT - 2023
Monica and Thompson are still at the table. A stripper has sidled up next to Thompson. There is an awkward moment of silence, before Thompson stuffs a bill in her G-string. She sashays away, and the conversation continues.
MONICA: Well, as you know, I did get a job offer. At Revlon, in New York City. At first, they didnt want to give me a job. They said I was inprofessional. But after a call from my interviewing coach, Mr. Jordan, they said I was the best candidate they ever saw.
THOMPSON: You never did get to work there, though.
MONICA: No, after the Ken Starr thing broke, it didnt seem like a good idea. I did get tons of money for my book. Well, at least my lawyers did. I got some, though.
THOMPSON: I feel kind of sorry for you, all the same -
MONICA: (harshly) Don't you think I feel sorry for myself? (calming down) You're going down to Ken Starrs warehouse next?
THOMPSON: Monday, with some of the boys from the office. Mr. Rawlston wants the whole place photographed carefully - all that evidence stuff. We need visuals you know...
MONICA: I know. If you're smart, you'll talk to Carville. He works as the night watchman there, now. You can learn a lot from him. He knows where the bodies are buried.
THOMPSON: What about the Presidents last word? "Rosebush". Do you know anything about Rosebush?
MONICA: Maybe it was the color of the lipstick I wore on my Barbara Walters interview! He would have liked that color. He always said I had beautiful lips. And he told me that we would get back together one day. He was probably going to call soon. But now, hes gone. Rosebush, huh, must have been that lipstick color...
THOMPSON: No, Im sorry... that color was "Melancholy Cherry".
MONICA: Oh... we would have got back together eventually, though. About that tip?
THOMPSON: Of course, here it is.
MONICA: A fifty! Wow, thanks! Usually, I have to show my boobs, or crush a beer can between them to get a tip like that. I guess that doesnt sound very classy, but I do it in good taste.
Thompson is already walking out as she finishes her last sentence.
I’d never marry her, I just don’t like cigars that much.
I’ve made some horrendous decisions in my life, when I was younger. Glad some people still had sympathy for me. I dont know what its like to be perfect, so maybe its just hard for some people.
To think how *proud* her father was of her back then....
Remember that poor lezbo WH intern who later got shot in the head in the starbucks walk-in refrigerator in georgetown....along with ALL her co-wokers...?
Name was Mahoney or something...i wonder how closely she worked with Hillary....
...and get a house full of about 100 cats.
LOL.
One thing will always make me glad. The leader of the Palestinians was kept waiting while the President of the USA got a blowjob from a Jewish girl with plump dsl’s.
KARMA sucks, eh.
And here’s the future of the story: “And she died in her old age, never to give a BJ (aka, a lewinsky) again.”
Really, I don’t like seeing anyone young and stupid ruined like this in our society in service to leftists. We should be able to forgive people and redeem them after the media tears them apart in a political frenzy. It’s sad to me.
Getting entrapped, slimed and ruined by Bill and Hill and their nasty whoremeida when you are so young...shouldn’t happen here.
Just another example of the Dems war on women.
They don’t even care if she was a big-time Dem herself.
Monica was a victim. A young girl who fell in love... You think that you should be defined by the worst thing you’ve ever done in your life? There are times I truly wonder about people who call themselves Christian. how long must she pay for what happened... or is forgiveness and mercy not in the Bible you read from?
Monica was a victim. A young girl who fell in love... You think that you should be defined by the worst thing you’ve ever done in your life? There are times I truly wonder about people who call themselves Christian. how long must she pay for what happened... or is forgiveness and mercy not in the Bible you read from?
She was a willing participant but very young emotionally and ruthlessly exploited by an older man and even betrayed by “friends”. I feel sorry for her.
First time to go out in public? I don’t think she is recognizable now. How did this reporter know it was her?
And....she was USED by the (sleazy) President of the US...who knew better. And, I’m sure his sleazy wife was part of it, too. As some have said, would hope forgiveness would come for Monica, BUT a person has to ASK for forgiveness, also.
Well, she blew it.
If you’ve seen the movie “dazed and confused” there’s a line where one
Guy has a dream of having sex with a
chick who has the head of Abraham Lincoln.
This would be similar , only the head
of a different president.