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| - (approaching the entrance to the high-rise Rosencrantz apartment building) CHRIS: Okay, we need a secret word in case I need to make a quick escape. SYLVIA: You'll be fine. CHRIS: I just don't know what I'm gonna talk about. SYLVIA: Come on, they're my friends. Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics. CHRIS: Oh! Well, it is lovely weather we're having today. SYLVIA: See? You do small talk just as good as anyone. JIMMY SMITH: Evenin', folks. What unit? SYLVIA: Uh, Kimball, 7-C. JIMMY SMITH: Enjoy. SYLVIA: Thanks. CHRIS: Thanks. (waiting for the elevator in the lobby) (curbside) SYLVIA: Hi.
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| - (approaching the entrance to the high-rise Rosencrantz apartment building) CHRIS: Okay, we need a secret word in case I need to make a quick escape. SYLVIA: You'll be fine. CHRIS: I just don't know what I'm gonna talk about. SYLVIA: Come on, they're my friends. Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics. CHRIS: Oh! Well, it is lovely weather we're having today. SYLVIA: See? You do small talk just as good as anyone. JIMMY SMITH: Evenin', folks. What unit? SYLVIA: Uh, Kimball, 7-C. JIMMY SMITH: Enjoy. SYLVIA: Thanks. CHRIS: Thanks. (waiting for the elevator in the lobby) SYLVIA: (to a resident making her way down the stairs with her luggage) Oh, is the elevator not working? MISSUS MARCELLO: No, it's workin'. Good luck. (curbside) JIMMY SMITH: Evening, Missus Marcello. Where you heading? MISSUS MARCELLO: The Schrodinger Hotel, on Flatbush. JIMMY SMITH: You're not leaving too, are you? MISSUS MARCELLO: I can't take it anymore, Jimmy. I haven't slept in weeks. JIMMY SMITH: Come on, it's not that bad. MISSUS MARCELLO: Yet -- and I'm not sticking around to find out how bad it's gonna get. I'm not spending another minute in this building. JIMMY SMITH: Alright, alright. At least let me hail you a cab. (as her good friend opens the door to Apartment 7C) SYLVIA: See? I told you I know where Brooklyn is. KIM KIMBALL: Oh, my god. You made it. SYLVIA: Hi. KIM KIMBALL: You must be Chris. It's so nice to meet you. CHRIS: California bubbly? KIM KIMBALL: Mm, I like him already. Come in, come in. Most people are out on the balcony. Why don't you guys head out, and I'll get some drinks. SYLVIA: Here, I'll come with you. (to Chris) Uh, wine? CHRIS: Surprise me. KIM KIMBALL: He is handsome. SYLVIA: And is sweet and funny. KIM KIMBALL: ...and your age, finally. Hey, try some of this chicken. It's amazing. SYLVIA: He's great, and at this point, we're practically living together. KIM KIMBALL: Really? RICK KIMBALL: Who are you living with? SYLVIA: Hey, Rick. KIM KIMBALL: Her boyfriend. So... have you given him a section of your closet? SYLVIA: And half the medicine cabinet. KIM KIMBALL: (as the blender starts without warning) Rick! RICK KIMBALL: Alright. Alright, I'll call the building manager. KIM KIMBALL: Yesterday, the stove comes on completely by itself. RICK KIMBALL: Yeah, now we just need to teach it to make us breakfast. KIM KIMBALL: Hey! I'm serious. This is not funny. RICK KIMBALL: It's kind of funny. KIM KIMBALL: Yeah. (as her friend starts into anaphylactic shock) Sylvia? Sylvia... You okay? SYLVIA: What's in those? KIM KIMBALL: I don't know, what's it? Some type of barbecue? SYLVIA: Get my--get my purse! KIM KIMBALL: She's having some kind of allergic reaction! Go get Chris! RICK KIMBALL: Where's Chris? CHRIS: I'm Chris. RICK KIMBALL: Sylvia can't breathe. She needs her purse. CHRIS: It's with her coat. (runs for coat and purse) JIMMY SMITH: (to cabbie as Marcello loads in) To the Schrodinger, corner of Flatbush -- (bodies start impacting the nearby sidewalk... attendees from the Kimball party)
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