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A MOVING VAN is parked in front of the COLONIAL HOUSE next door to the Burnhams'. Movers carry furniture toward the house. The Mercedes-Benz pulls into the Burnham driveway. Carolyn drives, Lester is in the passenger seat.
CAROLYN
--there is no decision, you just
write the damn thing!
LESTER
You don't think it's weird and
kinda fascist?
CAROLYN
Possibly. But you don't want to be
unemployed.
LESTER
Oh, well, let's just all sell our
souls and work for Satan, because
it's more convenient that way.
CAROLYN
Could you be just a little bit more
dramatic, please, huh?
As they get out of the car, Carolyn scopes out the MOVERS next door.
CAROLYN (CONT'D)
So we've finally got new neighbors.
You know, if the Lomans had let me
represent them, instead of--
(heavy disdain)
--"The Real Estate King," that
house would never have sat on the
market for six months.
She heads into the house, followed by Lester.
LESTER
Well, they were still mad at you
for cutting down their sycamore.
CAROLYN
Their sycamore? C'mon! A
substantial portion of the root
structure was on our property. You
know that. How can you call it
their sycamore? I wouldn't have the
heart to just cut down something if
it wasn't partially mine, which of
course it was.