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| STAN (cont'd): Oooh, good kitchen! | ||||||
| HE RUNS HIS FINGER ALONG THE COUNTER | ||||||
| STAN (cont'd): Let's see here . . . . Yup, clean. That's good. I like my women clean. | ||||||
| BARBARA: I see - you like your women clean and your chicken greasy. | ||||||
| STAN (amused): Well, yeah, sure, it's better than the other way around, don't you think? | ||||||
| BARBARA (weakly): Yeah. | ||||||
| STAN : I got an idea. Why don't we try out some of that champagne. | ||||||
| BARBARA: Well . . . . | ||||||
| HE GRABS TWO GLASSES AND HEADS FOR THE LIVING ROOM | ||||||
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