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Carolyn stands next to a platinum-colored MERCEDES-BENZ ML320, reaching in through the drivers' window to blow the HORN again. Jane shuffles out of the house, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
CAROLYN
Jane. Honey. Are you trying to look
unattractive?
JANE
Yes.
CAROLYN
Well, congratulations. You've
succeeded admirably.
Jane gets in the car. Lester hurries out the front door, carrying a BRIEFCASE.
CAROLYN (CONT'D)
Lester, could you make me a little
later, please? Because I'm not
quite late enough.
Lester's briefcase suddenly springs open and his papers spill all over the driveway. He drops to his knees to gather everything.
JANE
Nice going, Dad.
Lester smiles sheepishly, trying to lighten the moment. His POV: Carolyn looks down at us, contemptuous but also bored, as if she gave up expecting anything more long ago.
LESTER (V.O.)
Both my wife and daughter think I'm
this gigantic loser, and... they're
right.