JFK: (presenting idea to Congress) ...so that's why we need to go to THE MOON.
CONGRESSMAN: Um, okay.
This scene would serve as nothing but a vehicle for whatever Katie Holmes/Jackie is wearing. I feel like we could call Marc Jacobs and ask him to design something special for this momentous occasion. She is sitting on her designer sofa (creamy white) reading Jack Keroauc's The Dharma Bums. "Girl from Ipanema" plays.
JACKIE : *flips page* hmmmmmm.
This is the birthday scene. Observe:
MALE FRIEND WHO IS SEMI-DRUNK: Happy birthday Jackie boy! (slaps JFK on the shoulder)
JFK: Aw shucks.
MALE FRIEND: How does it feel to be president?
It appears he is about to prattle off into a full-fledged speech when Marilyn Monroe stops him.
MARILYN MONROE: Hello stranger. Can we go somewhere and be, alone? Here? Now? I'd like to be alone with you in some semblance of some respect. Big boy.
*seductively smokes cigarrette*
BOSTONIAN SKANK IN BACKGROUND: And I saidah to ah herh, you skankah. You sluttah, your muddah was an Athiest and your fathah was a manatee DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE DAT, YOU MISERABLE HOEBAG, I WILL TEARAH THE HAIRAH OUT OF YO GENTILE HEAD.
MARILYN: No. Who do you think I am, Zsa Zsa Gabor?
*she pulls him aside*
BOSTONIAN SKANK: I said YOU LEMON POT PEE BRAIN BITCH, YOU UNATTRACTIVE TROLL, I HOPE YOU GET SYPHILIS AND I HOPE IT'S HORRIBLE.
(in my mind this character is played by Lisa Kudrow)
JACKIE: *watches from the other side of the room, holding a martini*
JACKIE: *is bitter*
TO BE CONTINUED
p.s. I have this whole side of my family from Boston no one gives a shit about. like, my grandmother's sibling's kids all live in Boston and New York but like I said, no one gives a shit.
p.p.s. GO STEELERS, YOU BEAT THOSE UPTON SINCLAIR WANNABES. uh huh! you know what it is! - Wiz Khalifa