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• He shuts his eyes and clutches the covers to his chin.


• INT. KITCHEN – MORNING


• Nicholas drags himself downstairs.


• Lincoln’s Head is on the table. He’s drinking some kind of HEALTH SHAKE through a straw. Penelope bustles around the kitchen making breakfast.


• Nicholas slumps into a chair at the table. He didn’t sleep at all last night so he’s in worse shape than usual.


• Penelope finishes cooking and brings a large OMELET to the table. She sits down and starts to eat it.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Can I have some of that?


• PENELOPE PENELOPE
• No.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Just a taste?


• PENELOPE PENELOPE
• No.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• But I’m hungry.


• Penelope grabs a bag of HARD PRETZELS off the counter and plops it in front of Nicholas.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Gee, thanks.


• PENELOPE PENELOPE
• Don’t mention it.


• The trio eat. The only sound is the obnoxious crunch of pretzel.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• You didn’t come home last night.


• PENELOPE PENELOPE
• I went to my mothers’. It got late so I slept over.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Your mothers’.