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Our boys are walking out of the bar teasing one another about their bar-ball exploits. Across the street is another bar with a glass front. Morgan spots Clark sitting by the window with some friends.
MORGAN
There goes that fuckin' Barney right
now, with his fuckin' "skiin' trip."
We should'a kicked that dude's ass.
WILL
Hold up.
Will crosses the street and approaches the plate glass window and stands across from Clark, separated only by the glass. He POUNDS THE GLASS to get Clark's attention.
WILL (cont'd)
Hey!
Clark turns toward Will.
WILL (cont'd)
DO YOU LIKE APPLES?
Clark doesn't get it.
WILL (cont'd)
DO YOU LIKE APPLES?!
CLARK
Yeah?
Will SLAMS SKYLAR'S PHONE NUMBER against the glass.
WILL
WELL I GOT HER NUMBER! HOW DO YA LIKE
THEM APPLES?!!
Will's boys erupt into laughter. Angle on Clark, deflated.