I’ll do that. Love you!
Love you too, Missy!
Cheryl starts to leave, just as JEFF ENTERS. He is wearing
shorts, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap. He holds the last few
bites of a once-enormous burrito.
Larry’s right here.
Cheryl leaves as Jeff takes a bite from the burrito, and licks
salsa from his lips.
Mr. David, just the man I want to see!
I’ve been “Mr. David-ed” enough today,
Jeff. What’s up?
Getting right down to business! I
like that. Well, I’ve got some hot
news. A unique opportunity. Now
don’t dismiss this outright, just hear
what I have to say.
As Jeff speaks, he repeatedly gestures with the burrito.
eyes follow it nervously.
I got a call from some really powerful
entertainers. And they want you to
write their new sitcom Pilot.
I don’t know, Jeff. This freelance
work-for-hire stuff -JEFF
These clients are different, Larry.
Jeff finishes the last of his burrito and tosses the wrapper into
the trash. Larry watches in trepidation as Jeff hitches his
shorts, grunts, and heads down the hall.