Don’t Lie to Your Dentist

INT. DENTIST’S OFFICE – DAY

TERRY SHURE (32) lies uncomfortably in the dental chair, a bib over his neck, his head sits up awkwardly as he looks around the room. The dentist, DR. MAUREEN TANNEN (39) enters the room and puts on some gloves. She sits on her stool and rolls over to the table. Maureen pushes Terry’s head back onto the chair.

MAUREEN
Alright, Terry Shure, haven’t seen you in a while. How long has it been since you were last at the dentist?

Terry raises his head again as he answers her.

TERRY
Oh it can’t have been that long. Maybe six months.

MAUREEN
Mmm hmm.

Maureen takes one of her long, pointy, and most importantly scary looking instruments off the small table beside her. She pushes Terry’s head down once more.

MAUREEN (CONT’D)
Open up.

Terry does so and Maureen inserts the instrument into his mouth.

MAUREEN (CONT’D)
Now how long did you say it had been?

TERRY
(garbled)
Six months.

Maureen stabs down with the instrument and Terry cries out.

MAUREEN
Sorry what was that Mr. Shure? I thought you said six months.

TERRY
(garbled)
Maybe it’s been more like nine months.

Maureen prods him again.

MAUREEN
Oh, I think it might have been a little longer than that.

Maureen removes the instrument from Terry’s mouth. He lifts his head again.

TERRY
A year?

MAUREEN
Are you asking me or telling me Mr. Shure? You don’t sound very sure.

TERRY
Telling.

MAUREEN
Hmm, okay.

Maureen grabs a even more wicked looking instrument off the table. She pushes Terry’s head back down on the chair again and indicates for him to once more open his mouth. The instrument enters it.

MAUREEN (CONT’D)
It’s just that this doesn’t look like the kind of mouth that’s seen a dentist in the last twelve months. Are you sure it hasn’t been longer than that.

Maureen flicks her wrist and Terry again cries out in pain.

TERRY
(garbled)
Maybe it’s been a little over a year.

MAUREEN
Only a little?

Maureen removes the instrument from Terry’s mouth. His head rises again.

TERRY
Ummm, yes.

Maureen doesn’t reply as she puts down the instrument and picks up a new one. She continues her silence as she again pushes down Terry’s head, his mouth opens automatically.

MAUREEN
One last time Mr Shure, how long has it been?

Maureen flicks a switch on the new instrument and it begins to buzz and whirl threateningly. Maureen slowly brings it towards Terry’s open mouth.

TERRY
Two years. Two years. It’s been two years since I’ve been to the dentist.

Maureen switches the instrument off.

MAUREEN
Yes, that sounds more correct.

Maureen places the instrument back on the table.

MAUREEN (CONT’D)
I get lied to a lot as a dentist Mr. Shure, so remember this, if you always tell the truth no one can hold anything over you.

Maureen turns away from Terry and rolls herself over to a nearby computer. Terry’s head drops back onto the chair in relief, breathing heavy. Maureen turns back towards him and slowly removes her gloves.

MAUREEN (CONT’D
Anyway your teeth are fine. That should come to just over a thousand dollars.

Terry cries out in pain once more.

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