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Chuckie sits on his couch, watching cartoons in his boxers and a tee-shirt, eating cereal. The doorbell rings. He sits.
CHUCKIE
Get it, ma!
She doesn't. He gets up. Opens door. It's Skylar.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
(surprised)
Hey.
SKYLAR
Hi.
CHUCKIE
How you doin'?
SKYLAR
Good.
An awkward beat.
CHUCKIE
How'd you know where to find me?
SKYLAR
(smiles)
You were the only Sullivan in the phone
book.
Chuckie smiles.
SKYLAR (cont'd)
Will and I dropped you off here,
remember?
CHUCKIE
Oh, right.
SKYLAR
This is your house, right?
Chuckie nods and is about to respond when he is interrupted by a nagging shriek from his mom.
CHUCKIE'S MOM (O.S.)
Get in here, Chuckie!
CHUCKIE
(calling back)
Pipe down, Ma!
SKYLAR
I guess so.
CHUCKIE
What? No. This is my mother's house.
I don't live with my mother. I just
stop by, help out. I'm good like that.
SKYLAR
Is this a bad time?
CHUCKIE
She'll live.
(beat)
If she starts yelling again I might
have to run in real quick and beat her
with the stick again but...
SKYLAR
Okay.
CHUCKIE
Let's take a walk.