#happythankyoumoreplease

Funny way to describe Tony Hale's appearance.

FADE IN:

INT. LOCAL LIBRARY – EVENING

A small, warmly lit community library. Folding chairs filled with people. At the front sits SAM WEXLER (early 40s now), shaggy hair tamed but still boyish, reading from a book of short stories. A banner behind him:

AUTHOR READING SERIES.

Sam closes the book gently. The AUDIENCE claps. The HOST smiles beside him.

HOST

Thank you, Sam. Let’s take a few questions.

A READER in the crowd raises her hand, curious.

READER

I loved the story about Amelia and Mason. They seemed… like such a cute pair. Do they ever get back together?

The room chuckles. Sam leans forward, thinking. He smiles wryly.

SAM

You know, that’s really up to the imagination of the reader.

(beat)

Sometimes the best stories… don’t finish neatly.

A few nods and murmurs of agreement ripple through the crowd.

The HOST thanks the audience.

HOST

And let’s thank again… Sam Wexler.

Applause. Sam waves, a little bashful.

As the crowd disperses, Sam checks his phone. A TEXT glows:

**ANNIE: Don’t forget dinner tonight. 7 sharp.**

Sam smiles to himself, tucks the phone away.

CUT TO:

EXT. LIBRARY – NIGHT

The door closes behind Sam. A handmade paper sign taped to the glass door flaps slightly in the wind. It reads:

**MORE, PLEASE**

TITLE CARD: *MORE, PLEASE* superimpose over the library building

MUSIC begins (warm indie acoustic, echoing the vibe of the original film).

MONTAGE – INTRO CREDITS

-- **LOS ANGELES** – CHARLIE and MARY CATHERINE, now married with two kids, wrangle them into a car stuffed with snacks, pillows, and toys. They exchange exasperated but affectionate looks as they embark on a cross-country ROADTRIP.

-- **NEW YORK CITY** – SAMUEL (formerly “Sam #2”), mid-40s, sharp in a suit, sits in a CLIENT MEETING. His briefcase opens — inside, tucked between folders, a crumpled sticky note in Annie’s handwriting: *Love you. Don’t forget to breathe.* He softens, tucks it carefully into his wallet.

-- Samuel politely waves off co-workers inviting him for a drink, rushing instead down the subway stairs.

-- At HOME, ANNIE pipes icing onto a small cake, concentration tongue-out. We only see glimpses of the words she’s writing. She hums along to faint music.

-- **ON THE ROAD** – Mary Catherine’s kids scream in the backseat. She pulls out silly faces and snacks, calming them down while CHARLIE mutters at the GPS, missing a turn. They laugh through the chaos.

-- **NEW YORK APARTMENT** – Sam carefully wraps copies of his book in brown paper, scribbling notes on sticky tabs: *For Annie*, *For Samuel*, *For Charlie + MC*.

On his laptop screen, *Spotify* plays MISSISSIPPI’s music. He stares at her album cover, smiling softly, nostalgic.

-- Back in Annie’s kitchen, she slides the finished cake into a box. The icing now clear: **FRIENDS’ NIGHT.**

MUSIC swells.

The camera floats across the city skyline at dusk. Lights flicker on. Life hums.

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

EXT. BROOKLYN BROWNSTONE – AFTERNOON

A moving car idles to a stop. CHARLIE and MARY CATHERINE climb out, road-weary but smiling. Their TWO YOUNG KIDS groggily spill from the backseat, whining and cranky.

INT. SAMUEL AND ANNIE’S BROWNSTONE – CONTINUOUS

The front door swings open. ANNIE greets them with open arms. The kids drag their stuffed animals inside.

MARY CATHERINE

(looking around, impressed)

Wow. This place is beautiful.

CHARLIE

(whistles)

Not bad, Sam #2.

SAMUEL (early 40s now), still in shirt sleeves from work, shrugs modestly. 

MARY CATHERINE

(to Annie, teasing)

You’re a lucky girl.

CHARLIE shoots Mary Catherine a side-eye — like, *aren’t you lucky too?* But he swallows it, lets it go. 

MARY CATHERINE

(after leading the kids upstairs for a nap)

Two empty bedrooms, huh? Planning on filling those?

ANNIE blushes, Samuel clears his throat, changing the subject. 

CUT TO: 

EXT. NEW YORK STREET – LATE AFTERNOON

SAM strolls aimlessly, book bag slung over his shoulder. He pauses at a large POSTER plastered on a music venue wall: 

**MISSISSIPPI – COMING SOON** 

Sam stops dead. A worker sweeps outside

SAM

When’s the show?

WORKER

Don’t know. Tease poster. They’ll announce soon.

Sam stares at the poster, lost in memory. A faint smile creeps across his face. 

CUT TO: 

INT. BROWNSTONE – EARLY EVENING

The doorbell. ANNIE opens it to reveal SAM, clutching a BAG of his books, a BOTTLE of wine, and a PIE. 

ANNIE

There he is! Always bearing gifts.

SAM

Just trying to earn my seat at the table.

They hug warmly. 

DINNER SEQUENCE – VARIOUS SHOTS 

-- Everyone squeezed around a big dining table, food steaming, wine poured. 

-- The kids babble, interrupting with nonsense jokes. 

-- Charlie and Mary Catherine swap road trip horror stories, the table cracking up. 

-- Samuel politely talks with the children for the tired parents, paying attention to their stories, humoring them on their own corner of the table. Annie takes notice and smiles.

The mood is cozy, chaotic, like family. 

AFTER DINNER – LIVING ROOM

The kids are tucked into bed upstairs. The adults lounge in the living room with wine glasses, plates of dessert. 

Sam sits on the center armchair., book in hand. The two couples sit on their own side of the couch. Annie leans against Samuel’s shoulder, content. Mary Catherine and Charlie curl together on the other side.

SAM (CONT’D) 

(reading) 

“She sang like the city itself — messy, loud, impossible to ignore. 

And when she left, the silence she left behind was somehow louder. 

But I kept listening anyway, hoping one day the song would start again.” 

A silence falls. Annie glances at Sam knowingly, then down at her glass of wine, hiding a small smile. 

INT. BROWNSTONE – HALLWAY – MIDNIGHT

The house is dark, quiet. A clock ticks softly somewhere. ANNIE, in pajamas, pads down the hall with a half-full water glass. She notices a sliver of light spilling from SAM’s guest room. 

The door is cracked. Inside, Sam sits hunched at a desk, scribbling into a notebook. 

Annie knocks gently. 

ANNIE

Hey… you’re still awake working?

Sam looks up, sheepish, caught. 

SAM

Sorry. You know… writer’s mind. Doesn’t shut off.

Annie smiles faintly, gestures if she can come in. Sam waves her in. 

INT. GUEST ROOM – CONTINUOUS 

Annie sits on the edge of the bed, glass in hand. Sam sets his pen down, rubbing his eyes. 

ANNIE

So… was that new story about… you know…?

Sam looks up at the ceiling, searching. 

SAM

Uh… no.

Annie gives him a *come on, don’t lie to me* look. 

Sam exhales, leans back in his chair. 

SAM (CONT’D)

Look, I’m fine, okay? Anyway, it… it resulted in another good story. So… that’s something.

Annie tilts her head, soft but firm. 

ANNIE

You need another muse, Sam.

(beat)

How’s dating?

Sam lets out a short laugh — part amusement, part discomfort. 

SAM

Dating? Yeah, well… let’s just say the stories are coming faster than the second dates.

Annie chuckles, but her eyes stay on him, serious underneath.

ANNIE

You can’t just keep writing about ghosts, Sam.

(beat)

You deserve someone real. Someone here.

Sam absorbs this. He looks at Annie, vulnerable for a flicker, then hides it with a crooked grin. 

SAM

Well, if you find her, send her my way.

Annie smiles softly, squeezes his shoulder on her way out. 

ANNIE

Get some sleep, writer.

She exits. Sam sits back, staring at his notebook — torn between inspiration and loneliness.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK ZOO – SUNDAY AFTERNOON

The group strolls through the bustling zoo. Children squeal at animals; parents chase after them. 

Up ahead, SAMUEL has two of CHARLIE & MARY CATHERINE’s kids clambering over him — one on his shoulders, one holding his hand. He points at the monkeys, making faces. The kids laugh hysterically. 

CHARLIE

(holding hands with MC, walking with ANNIE and SAM)

I always forget Samuel’s such a cool dude.

(to MC)

I think we found our next babysitter. Too bad he lives in NYC.

MC chuckles, then glances at Annie.

MC

He’d be a great father. Are you guys… you know…

ANNIE

Honestly, yeah. We’re thinking about it. But… with our ages—

CHARLIE

You know we had them by accident. Always by accident.

MC playfully smacks his arm.

MC

It’s supposed to be a secret!

CHARLIE

What? Sam already spilled it to our friends and family in one of his stories.

SAM

(defensive, amused)

Yeah, but nobody knew it until you pointed it out.

They all laugh lightly — except ANNIE, who bites her lip, uneasy.

Sam notices.

SAM (CONT’D)

You okay, A?

ANNIE

Yeah… I mean—actually, my parents and his parents keep wondering why we don’t have kids yet. After six years of marriage, it’s kind of stressful.

MC

Oh, Annie, I’m sorry.

ANNIE

Oh, it’s fine. Like, you only asked once. But everyone else…

(beat, a little raw)

We’re trying. Actually… we’re trying.

MC’s eyes widen with sympathy.

MC

Oh my god.

ANNIE

But it’s fine, we’re fine. We’re figuring it out. Besides… I keep reminding ourselves we should enjoy the quiet times. Because I know once we have kids—or a kid—it’s gonna be a roller coaster.

MC

Yeah. Exactly.

CHARLIE

Word.

They chuckle at his delivery. Up ahead, Samuel and the kids wave, calling them to hurry. Annie watches her husband laughing with the children, her face a complicated mix of love, longing, and anxiety.   

INT. SAMUEL & ANNIE’S KITCHEN – NIGHT 

MARY CATHERINE pokes her head in. 

MC 

Hey… uhm… what’s so funny? 

ANNIE 

Oh, nothing. Samuel just made a joke. 

MC 

Oh, okay. Guys, thank you so much for babysitting. We’re gonna have so much fun tonight. 

(to Annie, teasing) 

And I promise you—Sam’s gonna find a girl tonight. We have a plan, don’t worry. 

SAMUEL 

(confused) 

A plan? 

CUT TO: 

EXT. SAMUEL & ANNIE’S BROWNSTONE – NIGHT 

Annie walks Mary Catherine and CHARLIE down the steps. 

ANNIE 

Have fun, guys! 

MC/CHARLIE 

Bye! 

CHARLIE 

Call us if you have problems with the kids. 

They wave, heading off. Annie watches them go, smiling. 

CUT TO: 

EXT. COMMUNITY CENTER – NIGHT 

SAM stands outside, checking his phone, waiting. A WOMAN in all-black attire exits and notices him. 

WOMAN 

Hey, are you here for the cooking class? 

SAM 

Uh, yeah. Just waiting for my friends. 

WOMAN 

You can wait inside. We’re actually serving wine and cheeses. 

SAM 

(shrugs, smiles) 

Okay. 

He follows her inside. 

CUT TO: 

INT. SAMUEL & ANNIE’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT 

The kids are sprawled on the couch with ANNIE and SAMUEL, watching a heartfelt animated movie. 

One CHILD leans against Annie’s side, cuddling into her. Annie stiffens, caught off guard. 

SAMUEL notices. He smiles at her, proud—like, *“See? The kids like you.”* 

Annie forces a small smile back and awkwardly pets the child’s head. 

@batboybisexualism feel free to reply to this if you have watched the whole movie and tell me your thoughts! Thaanks!