A customer walks out of the troll store without buying a troll.
ERIC: What the fuck did you say to him?
HARPER: He wanted a Firefighter Troll. I said we’re out of stock.
ERIC: Is this kindergarten? Do you need a juicy box?
Harper’s eyes well up.
ERIC: When a customer asks about a Firefighter Troll, you tell him we have a Firefighter Troll, and it comes with a Dalmatian Troll and a plush Firefighter Troll Fire Truck, and it will all be ready by MONDAY. You better be running down the street to get him. Go, go, go!
Harper runs out the door.
ERIC: Our budget is one thousand dollars for raw materials for the trolls. We’re on a KNIFE’S EDGE here with these Scandinavian troll dolls that we craft with LOVING CARE.
A dinner party at Yasmin’s house.

