CUT TO: CLOSE UP OF STAN TAKING FRIED CHICKEN OUT OF THE BUCKET. IT'S CONGEALED INTO A GREASY, GLUTINOUS MESS. SHOT WIDENS
STAN:     Which do you prefer - breasts. . . or thighs. . . ?
BARBARA:     It doesn't matter.
STAN:   Whatever floats your boat, huh? I love that in a woman.
HE DEPOSITS SOME CHICKEN IN FRONT OF BARBARA AND TAKES SOME FOR HIMSELF.
BARBARA:     Thanks.
STAN:     Y'know, it's kind of warm in here, isn't it? You don't mind if I unbutton my shirt, do you?
BARBARA:     No, go ahead.
STAN UNBUTTONS HIS SHIRT AND RUBS HIS CHEST.
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