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75INT. GARAGE - CONTINUOUS

ROCK MUSIC blasts from a new BOOMBOX on the floor. The garage is in the process of becoming Lester's sanctuary. An ugly but comfortable 70's BOWL CHAIR has been pulled out and cleaned off, his old hot rod magazines strewn across it, and the remote-controlled MODEL JEEP KIT is spread across a card table. The SHELVES that Lester tore through earlier have been dismantled, leaving a blank wall on which now hangs a DART BOARD. Lester finishes his last rep, straining, then puts the weights in their rack and sits up. As he takes a drag off a joint, the GARAGE DOOR suddenly starts to open. Lester looks up, squinting at:

His POV: The door raises to reveal Carolyn, silhouetted against the bright sunlight outside, pointing a REMOTE at us.

LESTER

Uh-oh, mom's mad.

CAROLYN

What the hell do you think you're

doing?

LESTER

Bench presses. I'm going to wail on

my pecs, and then I'm going to do

my back.

CAROLYN

I see you're smoking pot now. I'm

so glad. I think using illegal

psychotropic substances is a very

positive example to set for our

daughter.

LESTER

You're one to talk, you bloodless,

money- grubbing freak.

CAROLYN

(hostile)

Lester. You have such hostility in

you!

LESTER

Do you mind? I'm trying to work out

here.

(then, suggestively)

Unless you want to spot me.

CAROLYN

You will not get away with this.

You can be sure of that!

And she's gone. Lester leans back on the bench and grabs the