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Lester's REMOTE-CONTROLLED MODEL JEEP is zooming across the floor of the family room, expertly maneuvering corners and narrowly avoiding crashing.
Lester is sprawled on the couch in his underwear, drinking a BEER and controlling the car. His working out is beginning to produce results. The room, too, seems changed: sloppier, more lived in.
Carolyn enters through the kitchen, flushed and angry. She just stands there, staring at Lester. After a moment, he looks up at her.
LESTER
What?
CAROLYN
Ah, whose car is that out front?
LESTER
Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The
car I always wanted and now I have
it. I rule!
CAROLYN
Where's the Camry?
LESTER
I traded it in.
CAROLYN
Shouldn't you have consulted me
first?
LESTER
Hmm, let me think... No. You never
drove it.
(then)
Have you done something different?
You look great.
CAROLYN
(brusque)
Where's Jane?
LESTER
Jane not home. We have the whole
house to ourselves.
He smiles at her playfully. She stares back, annoyed. It's the same look she had at the beginning, when he dropped his briefcase, but whatever power that look had is gone. Lester just LAUGHS.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Christ, Carolyn. When did you
become so... joyless?
CAROLYN
(taken aback)
Joyless?! I am not joyless! There
you don't know, mister smarty man.
There is plenty of joy in my life.
LESTER
(leaning toward her)
Whatever happened to that girl who
used to fake seizures at frat
parties when she got bored? And who
used to run up to the roof of our
first apartment building to flash
the traffic helicopters? Have you
totally forgotten about her?
Because I haven't.
His face is close to hers, and suddenly the atmosphere is charged. She pulls back automatically, but it's clear she's drawn to him. He smiles, and moves even closer, holding his beer loosely balanced. Then, just before their lips meet...
CAROLYN
(barely audible)
Lester. You're going to spill beer
on the couch.
She's immediately sorry she said it, but it's too late. His smile fades, and the moment is gone.
LESTER
So what? It's just a couch.
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CAROLYN
This is a four thousand dollar sofa
upholstered in Italian silk. This
is not "just a couch."
LESTER
It's just a couch!
He stands and gestures toward all the things in the room.
LESTER (CONT'D)
This isn't life. This is just
stuff. And it's become more
important to you than living. Well,
honey, that's just nuts.
Carolyn stares at him, on the verge of tears, then turns and walks out of the room before he can see her cry.
LESTER (CONT'D)
(calls after her)
I'm only trying to help you.