To help you visualize correct screenplay format, here is an excerpt from Duck Duck Goose rewritten as a short stand alone screen play.

            FADE IN:

            EXT. STREET -NIGHT

            Dressed to impress, DORA and BROPHY pass shops which are
            closed for the evening as they stroll along a downtown 
            sidewalk.

                               DORA
                      So what's the plan, man?

                               BROPHY
                      Tonight we get some culture.

                               DORA
                      Culture as in art, or culture
                      as in yogurt?

                               BROPHY
                      Culture as in poetry.

                               DORA
                          (mock dread)
                      Should I have worn my black 
                      beret?

                               BROPHY
                      I hate to say it, but the
                      beatniks may laugh at you.

                               DORA
                      Honey, when you and I walk in
                      a room side by side people 
                      don't laugh at me ... they
                      laugh near me. Nice tie by
                      the way.

                               BROPHY
                      Hey, this is my lucky tie. My
                      chick magnet tie. 
                               (MORE)

                                                    2

                               BROPHY (CONT'D)
                      I'll have you know I've been
                      bound to many a bedpost with 
                      this tie.

            Dora jolts to a stop and looks at him. After a beat, she
            snorts a laugh and walks on.

                               BROPHY (CONT'D)
                      That could have been true. You
                      don't know.

                                                   CUT TO:

            EXT. POETRY BAR -NIGHT

            A sign out front reads "Poetry Readings: Open Mic."
            Gathered out front are a few POETS, wearing black and
            mumbling to themselves as they rehearse poetry in near
            silent monologs.

                               DORA
                      Look, it's a great tie. I was
                      kidding. Jeez you're a freak
                      tonight. Now, let's go inside 
                      and drink a whole lotta beer.

            She pauses just long enough to ensure Brophy has been
            placated.

                               DORA (CONT'D)
                      If they let you in with that tie.

            She walks into the bar, laughing. Head shaking, Brophy
            follows her in.

                                                  FADE OUT.