Marko suddenly arrives bearing cartons of take-out food.
MARKO: Chow time!
David takes the cartons from his hand.
DAVID: Chinese! Good choice.
He pops the lid on one of the cartons and approaches Michael with it.
DAVID: Guests first.
DAVID: It’s only rice. Don’t you like rice? 300 million Chinese people can’t be wrong.
Michael takes the carton warily and David immediately turns his back on him, passing out food to the others. Michael takes a mouthful of rice using the plastic spoon provided. The others begin to eat as well.
DAVID: So how do you like those maggots, Michael?
DAVID: You’re eating maggots. How do they taste?
Michael looks at his food.
CLOSE ON THE CARTON
A thousand wiggling maggots, squirming and sliding over each other.
spits out his mouthful in horror and revulsion and throws the carton to the ground.
But as the carton spills out, we see that it is just rice after all.
The boys LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY. Michael looks mortified. Star gets to her feet.
STAR: Leave him alone.
DAVID: Sorry, Michael. No hard feelings, huh? (offers a new carton of food) Here. Try these noodles.
Michael looks at the noodles and his expression turns to one of disgust.
CLOSE ON THE CARTON
A hundred squirming bloodsuckers!
BACK TO SCENE
David tilts back his head and pours the contents of the carton into his mouth. The slimy bundle of worms slides slowly across his lips.
Michael looks on with a sick expression. He grabs David’s arm.
MICHAEL: Don’t! Stop!
DAVID: Why? (beat) They’re only noodles.
David shows Michael the carton again. And sure enough, they are only noodles. Michael is baffled. The boys have a good, long laugh at his expense.
STAR: That’s enough!
The laughter dies down as a NEW SONG comes on the radio. It’s apparently a favorite of the Lost Boys because the MUSIC is immediately TURNED UP LOUD and all thoughts of Michael seem to be forgotten.
Everyone begins to move to the music. Star encourages Michael to dance with her. He’s feeling the effects of
the joint he smoked and his balance is a little off. His head is spinning.
During all this, David has located a bottle of wine. He pours some into a paper cup and offers it to Michael.
Michael is about to drink when Star holds his arm.
STAR: (softly) Don’t Michael. You don’t have to. It’s blood!
Michael examines the contents of the cup and smiles knowingly. He’s not falling for any more tricks.
MICHAEL: Good joke, blood.
Michael brings the cup to his lips and drinks. The Lost Boys watch him carefully. Wine drips from the corner of
his mouth. But it looks more like blood than anything else.
Michael lowers the cup. The room is spinning around him. Suddenly: SLOW-MOTION. DREAMY MUSIC.
— The Lost Boys (1987), screenplay by Janice Fischer & James Jeremias and Jeffrey Boam, story by Janice Fischer & James Jeremias
The Daily Dialogue theme for the week is dinner scene, suggested by Turambar. Today’s suggestion by blknwite.
Trivia: The original screenplay written by Janice Fischer and James Jeremias was originally about a bunch of “Goonie-type 5th-6th grade kid vampires”, with the Frog Brothers being “chubby 8 year old cub scouts”, and Star being a boy instead of a love interest. Joel Schumacher hated that idea and told the producers he would only sign on if he could change them to teenagers, as he thought it would be much sexier and more interesting.
Dialogue On Dialogue: Here we see the Rule of Three at work once again. Maggots. Worms. Blood. The writers had to use the first two to set up the third so that Michael would drink blood, thinking it was a ruse like the first two.