We gonna need that thing. I don’t trust that clown as far as I can throw ’em. You—
DORINDA
I’m not doing this with you, Joel. Just get rid of it.
JOEL
Doingwhat?
DORINDA
(Dorinda waves her arms, frantic)
This. THIS! I’m not doing it!
JOEL
(Joel folds his arms. Picture a child who won’t eat his vegetables.)
I dunno what “this” means but you can keep swinging your arms like a crazy person.
DORINDA
Crazy? You’re the one bringing a gun in my house. Have you lost your mind? Have you? I don’t ask you for much but this… this…
CAT shoulders past JOEL to get to the fridge.
DORINDA
Go upstairs please.
CAT
Why?
JOEL
(Still arguing with Dorinda in his mind)
It’s my house too!
CAT
(Shaken)
Why’s there a gun on the table?
DORINDA
Please go upstairs. I don’t want to have to ask you again.
CAT slams the fridge and sweeps past JOEL.
JOEL
Don’t be slamming stuff!
DORINDA
