STAN TAKES A BIG SWIG OF CHAMPAGNE, A FAIR AMOUNT RUNNING DOWN HIS CHIN AND STAINING HIS JACKET. HE LAUGHS, BUT STAYS COOL.
BARBARA:    So . . . what kind of work do you do?
STAN:   Me. I guess you could say I'm a jack of all trades, master of none. I've sold shoes, tended bar. Let's see. I guess that's about it. (changing the subject) Has anyone ever told you that you have sensual lips?
BARBARA:    No.
STAN:   Well, you do. Take my word for it. Hey, how about some of that chicken?
BARBARA:    Okay.
STAN:   I'm starvin'. I'll get it.
STAN GETS UP TO GET THE CHICKEN. BARBARA LOOKS AT HER WATCH.
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