Quoted Text HEATHER (VO) Sit! Be quiet! Just a minute! Not you! |
Quoted Text BRITTANY WADE, a vapid, curvy, mid-20’s receptionist |
Quoted Text Heather nods curtly and walks behind Brittany to the office door |
Quoted Text You and dad are married less than a year. And you’re putting lipstick on for some lawyer. |
Quoted Text ROTHMAN Heather, I’m just a real estate lawyer, not one of those bad guys. HEATHER Yes, but you are one of the most expensive lawyers. ROTHMAN Enough to take us all out for lunch. MARTIN Thanks but Brittany and I need to catch up. You two go ahead. |
Quoted Text Heather and Rothman sit at a table. Heather looks down at her dog hair-covered sweater. Aghast she tries to flick off the hairs. |
Quoted Text Heather steps up to the mirror. The amount of dog hairs on her clothes horrifies her. She brushes it off with her hand with no success. She looks into her purse. Louie jumps out and shakes himself. She pulls out her hair brush and brushes her clothes but leaves more hair on her clothes. She dumps her purse’s contents onto the counter. Wallet, candy, lipstick, toothbrush, pencils, crayons, papers, loose change, ‘silver bullet’, dog treats which fall on the floor, a roll of scotch tape. She grabs the scotch tape and pulls at the tape to find only a short piece. She wraps this around her fingers and uses it to get a bit of dog hair off. An old lady comes into the bathroom and Heather, embarrassed, smiles as she sweeps the contents back into her purse. The old lady see the ‘silver bullet’ and her eyes widen in horror. Red-faced, Heather grabs and drops it into her purse. She grabs the dog treat off the floor, holds it up, waits for Louie to jump into the purse, hands him the treat, and pats his head. The old lady shakes her head and steps into a stall. Heather puts soap on a paper towel and wipes her dark sweater. The soap leaves streaks on her dark sweater. Heather tugs her sweater under the tap to wash the soap off. She sticks her sweater into the hand-insert blower which blows at high speed. Her sweater gets caught and she pulls and the sweater stretches out of shape. |
Quoted Text With a sneer of a smile, he rolls his eyes toward Heather then rolls his eyes to an amused Rothman.. |
Quoted Text ROTHMAN Would you like a light wine? |
Quoted Text ROTHMAN I’ve been there ten years but I bet my clients are more demanding than yours. HEATHER Have you met the average nine-year-old lately? Or are your children younger than that? Rothman holds out his bare left hand. ROTHMAN No kids, no wife. And yours? HEATHER She’s twenty-four. You met her at my dad’s office. |