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| FADE UP ON: BARBARA'S POV. SHE'S LYING ON THE FLOOR LOOKING UP TOWARDS THE CEILING. STAN IS LEANING OVER HER FULL OF CONCERN. | ||||||
| STAN: Barbara. Barbara. Oh, my God, are you all right? I'm so sorry. How's your head? You went out like a light. Can you get up? Here, let me help you. Easy. Easy. | ||||||
| HE HELPS BARBARA UP, THEN SETTLES BACK ONTO THE COUCH AND POURS THE CHAMPAGNE | ||||||
| BARBARA: I'm okay. | ||||||
| STAN: Good! Boy! What a jerk I am! (laughs) Let's have a drink - I can sure use one. I damn near killed you. | ||||||
| BARBARA: Yeah. | ||||||
| HE HANDS HER A GLASS | ||||||
| STAN: To your health. | ||||||
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