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| STAN TAKES A BIG SWIG OF CHAMPAGNE, A FAIR AMOUNT RUNNING DOWN HIS CHIN AND STAINING HIS JACKET. HE LAUGHS, BUT STAYS COOL. | ||||||
| BARBARA: So . . . what kind of work do you do? | ||||||
| STAN: Me. I guess you could say I'm a jack of all trades, master of none. I've sold shoes, tended bar. Let's see. I guess that's about it. (changing the subject) Has anyone ever told you that you have sensual lips? | ||||||
| BARBARA: No. | ||||||
| STAN: Well, you do. Take my word for it. Hey, how about some of that chicken? | ||||||
| BARBARA: Okay. | ||||||
| STAN: I'm starvin'. I'll get it. | ||||||
| STAN GETS UP TO GET THE CHICKEN. BARBARA LOOKS AT HER WATCH. | ||||||
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