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The Colonel opens the front door to reveal the two JIMS.
JIM #1
Hi.
JIM #2
Welcome to the neighborhood.
Jim #1 holds out a basket filled with flowers, vegetables and a small white cardboard box tied with raffia.
JIM #1
Just a little something from our
garden.
JIM #2
Except for the pasta, we got that
at Fallaci's.
JIM #1
It's unbelievably fresh. You just
drop it in the water and it's done.
The Colonel stares at them, suspicious.
JIM #1 (CONT'D)
(offers his hand)
Jim Olmeyer. Two doors down.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
COLONEL
(shakes)
Colonel Frank Fitts, U.S. Marine
Corps.
JIM #1
Nice to meet you. And this is my
partner...
JIM #2
(offers his hand)
Jim Berkley, but people call me
J.B.
COLONEL
Let's cut to the chase, okay? What
are you guys selling?
JIM #2
(after a beat)
Nothing. We just wanted to say hi
to our new neighbors--
COLONEL
Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you said
you're partners. So what's your
business?
The Jims look at each other, then back at the Colonel.
JIM #1
Well, he's a tax attorney.
JIM #2
And he's an anesthesiologist.
The Colonel looks at them, confused. Then it dawns on him.