INT. LECTURE HALL - NIGHT
Iris, in sunglasses, is practically slumped over asleep in her chair at the back of a lecture hall.
Next to her is NED (mid-20s), like a geeky Robert Downey Jr. junior, who notices her not-subtle-at-all performance.
Mostly because she’s snoring.
NED
(whisper-yell)
Iris. Hey. Hey! Iris!
Iris snorts awake, snapping out of it.
NED (CONT’D)
You’ve got spittle from here to here.
Dazed and confused, Iris follows Ned’s finger to the massive pool of drool on her chin. She wipes her face.
NED (CONT’D)
If you want to sleep, just put your head down.
IRIS
Isn’t that more obvious?
NED
More obvious than sunglasses? At night? Inside?
Iris snatches the shades off her face and stows them away.
She lays her arms out on the empty seat in front of her, resting her chin. She observes as the PROFESSOR (Gray beard, tweed suit) swash-buckles a laser pointer across some PowerPoint slides of the human brain.
IRIS
Why is psychology so boring.
NED
It’s not boring. You’re just bored. There’s a difference.
Iris shrugs, and turns so that she’s laying her cheek on her arms. Now she’s observing Ned. She scrutinizes him.
IRIS
What’re you in for?
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