BEDROOM EXIT/INTO LIVING ROOM
HER: Would you mind telling me where you’ve hidden my shoes?
HER SISTER: What? Moi? I did nothing. No clue what shoes you’re even talking about. [Heavy laugh here, put it in front of mix, so it pops.]
HER: I have a flame thrower in a storage unit in Reno. When you play your witless beige pablum of pranks on me, I get a hot taste of metal and electricity in my mouth. My sweat starts to smell like cat piss and gasoline. I’m suddenly ravaged with a hunger for the unthinkable. So just tell me where you’ve hidden my shoes. It’s not even funny when you do it.
SEATED TWO-SHOT AT CORNER GROUP/COUCH
