INT. TAXICAB, LAS VEGAS - DAY Just having banked their outrageous casino winnings, Billy and Dusty happily canoodle in the back of the cab. Through the windshield we see the sights of the Vegas strip, and in the rear-view mirror: world weary eyes of a Vegas cabby who's seen it all... and I mean *everything*. A few blocks ahead, sign for an Elvis themed wedding chapel. Billy nudges her. BILLY: Elvis... what do you say? DUSTY: You wanna get married? BILLY: Yeah, right now... today. DUSTY: Okay. Billy looks a little stunned... not the answer he was expecting. BILLY: Seriously? DUSTY: Seriously. BILLY: I thought you're only with me for my money. DUSTY: I'm using you for sex, too... and I wanna continue to do that for the rest of my life. Dusty gazes into Billy's eyes. DUSTY: You're the only man I've met who treats me with respect and not like a piece of meat. Do you love me? BILLY: Truly... madly... DUSTY: You're not playing around, are you? You really want to do this? BILLY: Absolutely. DUSTY: Me too... In that case, Billy Ray Johnson, of course I'll be your wife. They kiss, like they're slowly trying to suck out each other's life. Finally, they for air. DUSTY: But we need to hold off for a little bit. BILLY: Why? DUSTY: Before we let Elvis do the honors, I need a dress... a real wedding dress, a *white* wedding dress. Billy grins, knocks on the plexiglass panel that protects the driver. BILLY: My man, change of plan -- CABBY: -- say no more, I know just the place.

EXT. BED OF TRUCK OVERLOOKING SPECTACULAR OZARK BLUFF - NIGHT It's twilight and the campfire is fading and Eddie, 27, and Kayla, 25, are lying in the bed of Eddie's truck bundled in sleeping bags looking at the stars. We join them mid-conversation. EDDIE: Have you ever made a huge, life-altering decision on your own before? Like a big one? KAYLA: Umm... Like what? Like what degree to get? Yeah. I mean my dad pretty much had my Law degree mapped out from birth, so... But I still wanted to do it. I made that one on my own. EDDIE: So let's say there's a big, crucial life-decision type thing and you have to make a choice that you and only you could make... Would you still go and ask for advice? KAYLA: Well, yeah. Of course. Wait... what kind of life decision are we talking about? Like buying a car or a house or something? EDDIE: Yyyeeaahhh, you could say that. But a car isn't really a life decision. Like not a crucial decision- KAYLA: I think it is. I mean what kind of gas mileage we talkin' about? And warranty? And color? How do I know I'll still like it after a few years? Is it a lease? Am I buying it? What are the payments like? Will it leak gas later down the line...? EDDIE: Ok, but it wouldn't really affect the rest of your life would it? I mean that's something you shop for and ask around, sure, but when it came down to it you'd probably make the final choice yourself, right? KAYLA: Mmmm... Well... I guess. But I'd have to be really sure. Like really sure. EDDIE: Right. Of course. So let's say you're not shopping for something. KAYLA: Like a house... EDDIE: Like a house. And let's say it's something monumental like naming your baby or- KAYLA: Well, that's kinda huge don't you think? I mean that's my kid. That's a person's life. You're making a decision on whether or not they're gonna be fucked with for the rest of their life with a name like Mustard or Othello, or if you help them out with an automatically cool name like Gabe or Mike or something. Do you like Mike? EDDIE: Sure. Mike's a great name. My father's name is Michael. But what I mean is- KAYLA: I mean that's something I'd probably talk over with my mom and sister or my best friend or something. (she pauses, looks to him) Or my husband. (smiles) EDDIE: You're killing me. Wait... Kayla's got a big smile - she knows what's up. KAYLA: Yeah. I mean... I'd want to make sure my husband was on board with a good strong name, like Michael, that had meaning and value and some kind of familial tie or something... Eddie's speechless. Tongue tied. His heart just belly socked him. His mouth's a fly trap right now. KAYLA: Well say something. Jesus. You make it seem like I've been gabbing away over here. What was your point to this whole conversation anyway? Blink. Blink. Derrr... KAYLA: Eddie? Did you have a point? EDDIE: I did. Yes. KAYLA: Well...? He laughs and rolls over her and pulls out a small velvet box and opens it. EDDIE: Kayla Ann McKinney... would you buy some cars and name some babies with me? She's totally giggling - she can't help it. KAYLA: Mmm... Welll... I guess so. (pause) As long as you don't leak gas too often. Smooches all around. Maybe a li'l hanky panky, too. (now gag me with a swoon. i mean spoon.)

These take two different approaches to the proposal. The first the idea just blurts out. The second is a tease - that's the comedic riff that adds tension to the scene. Both are viable and solid first drafts. Has anyone ever seen a wedding proposal that occurred amidst a fight? Like the characters are screaming at each other and in mid-argument, they decide to get married? That would be off the nose, yes?

I'd actually thought of doing a heated argument that ended in a proposal, but it turned into a very chatty girl instead. Ha.