INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               Middle class room with antique furniture.

               WALTER, sophisticated and smoking a pipe, sits as he reads
               the paper.

               Enter EVE, his well dressed wife, with two cups of tea. She
               sets one down near Walter.

                                   WALTER
                         Thank you honey.

                                   EVE
                         Your welcome.

               Eve sits on the couch and stares out the window.

                                   WALTER
                         What are you smiling about?

                                   EVE
                         I'm just thinking... We've done so
                         good for ourselves.

                                   WALTER
                         That we have.

                                   EVE
                         And we have a beautiful teenage
                         daughter...

                                   WALTER
                         Uhh.

                                   EVE
                         Could we ask for more?

                                   WALTER
                         Well, now that you mention it-

               JESS, mini skirt, fake blond haired teen, on her cell phone
               enters.

                                   JESS
                         - Yeah! And I told Donna. Like.
                         She. Like. Knows nothing about
                         what, like, Greg's been through...
                         Yeah! Our lives, are so the, like,
                         the Hills... Right! Well, laterz.

                                   EVE
                         Oh honey, are you going out again?

                                   JESS
                         Yeah! Don't wait up okay!

                                   WALTER
                         Is that Bobby's car outside?

                                   JESS
                         Yeah! Is that, like, okay?

                                   WALTER
                         Oh. Oh, yes that's fine... His
                         grandparents left him a trust fund,
                         right?

                                   JESS
                         Uh. I. I don't know. Later.

                                   EVE
                         Bye honey.

               Jess leaves.

                                   WALTER
                         That Bobby...

               Walter chuckles to himself.

                                   EVE
                         What was that all about?

                                   WALTER
                         What?

                                   EVE
                         Why are you so worried about Bobby
                         having a trust fund?

               Walter sighs.

                                   WALTER
                         Eve. Let's face it. Our daughter is
                         dumb-

                                   EVE
                         Oh my-

               Walter raises a finger to Eve.

                                   WALTER
                         Bububup bup bup... She's dumber
                         than a snake in a blender, baby.
                         And. Goddammit. Let's face it.
                         The best she can hope for, is to
                         marry someone rich.

                                   EVE
                         I can't believe this-

                                   WALTER
                         Honey, when's the last time you've
                         seen our daughter crack open a
                         book... Green eggs and ham, maybe.
                         When she was in pre-school... The
                         only things she can read now is bad
                         grammar and L.M.A.O.

                                   EVE
                         Give her some credit Walter. She's
                         a teen... And this is a horrible
                         conversation. And what? Now you
                         don't plan to send her to college?
                         She could be a doctor.

                                   WALTER
                         Are you fucking with me?

                                   EVE
                         What-

                                   WALTER
                         Are you fucking with me?

                                   EVE
                         No!

                                   WALTER
                         Of course I plan to send her to
                         college... Where else is she gonna
                         meet a rich husband?

                                   EVE
                         Our daughter has potential. I want
                         to hear you say that.

                                   WALTER
                         I am not going to lie in the eyes
                         of the Lord!

               They both go for a sip of their teas.

                                   EVE
                         She is pretty stupid.

               They share a laugh.

                                   WALTER
                         See how good it feels, to admit it.
                         I mean the only thing she excels at
                         is understanding the fire exits at
                         the mall and fabricating un-resting
                         social conflict.

                                   EVE
                         Thankfully, she's good looking.

                                   WALTER
                         Comes with being dumb.

                                   EVE
                         Should we call it a day?

               Walter places a hand over Eve's.

                                   WALTER
                         I know what I'm gonna pray for
                         tonight.

                                   EVE
                         Me too.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.


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