how ya doin'.
yeah. i need a carpet.
for my secretary's office. no, it's for my apartment. all one room of it.
i have a price in mind. cheap.
that's about me.
wait, i gotta wait. my girlfriend knows better than i do what we need. that's her. roy turns. angela enters the store. looking nineteen at least. dark glasses and cutoff jeans. she comes straight at her boyfriend, doesn't notice roy at all.
then we'll go to another place. we just got a dog.
eh. german shepherd.
there's no special carpet that dogs like, is there? a beat. will roy say something?
i like that.  i like that.
three weeks ago.
you think? we only started dating last month. if you're gonna get wet --
ooh, i really like that one.
our living arrangement. i pay the rent, she buys all the carpets.
be right back. roy and angela watch him go, alone together. she turns at last to face him. they lock eyes for a moment, then she indicates the cigarettes in his shirt pocket.
there you are.
i looked everywhere. she pulls out her wallet.
thanks, man.