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conradbirdie posted a topic in FictionEXT. TOLERATE NO S*** GROCERY - DAY A few people mill about the front of the store, eating and grabbing carts. INT. TOLERATE NO S*** GROCERY MASON sidles up to LOUIS, who is restocking produce like death would be a welcome change from apples. MASON (whispering) A travesty has come upon us. LOUIS (deadpan) Oh, gee whiz, must be a Monday, hahahaha. MASON Louis, no. You sound like fuckin' Garfield. Have you seen the signs? Louis glances up at the handmade banner reading "BRING YOUR WIFE TO WORK DAYS - JUNE 12TH" LOUIS That phrasing concerns me. How many days will I be bringing my nonexistent wife to work and why doesn't she have a nonexistent job? How are we going to pay the mortgage and my cheese habits and her heavy drinking of coffee and our heterosexual condom-filled love life without supplementary income? MASON Dude, I thought you'd have a problem with the 'wife' part. I mean, that's my beef with it. LOUIS My husband already works here, to help pay for our mortgage and my cheese habits and his heavy drinking of coffee and our homosexual condom-filled- MASON You literally do not have to explain my dad's love life with you, I- LOUIS Every day is bring your husband to work day. And every night is cheese night and coffee night and homosexual con- MASON I know. LOUIS Then what is your 'beef' with it? You can invite your girlfriend over on any off her days off. There is a pause. Mason leans in conspiratorially. MASON The only person who has a wife is our boss. Louis' eyes widen. He seems close to exploding with the sudden amount of emotion. LOUIS That accursed, wonderfully self-centered, spoiling woman. INT. BACK ROOM Mason leans back in a folding chair, a huge grin on his face. MASON Louis and the boss have this rivalry thing going on. They're trying to figure out who can be the most narcissistic and adoring of their partners at the same time, or something? Louis was in the lead by making a beach resort here in the back room for my dad, with a truckload of sand and a dozen heat lamps, but this new turn of events? He shakes his head. MASON Hoo boy. Drama. INT. TOLERATE NO S*** GROCERY FIORALBA, a woman clearly interested in business, is putting posters up on a cork board. They all read "BYWTWD". Louis approaches. LOUIS Good afternoon, Fioralba, you fiend. FIORALBA Please, call me boss. Or, alternatively, 'soon to be holder of the title of self-and-partner-centered-champion'. She turns to the side, whispering a quiet "boo yah" to herself. She turns back. Louis is squinting at the posters. FIORALBA What, cat got your pampering tongue? LOUIS You'll never get away with this. FIORALBA Considering I'm the end-all-be-all of every official in store event? I will, and Boyewtwed will reign on. LOUIS (quietly) What the entire fuck? FIORALBA Boyewtwed. She gestures to the posters. FIORALBA Bring your wife to work days. Get with the program, Lou. LOUIS Please, call me Mr. Dumont-Anne. FIORALBA Yeah, you know what? You know what, Lou? You know who owns the store? Who owns this establishment? Who has their gorgeous wife able to be here 24/7 by the end of this week? A person who's not a fricken' butthole with breath that smells like aged cheese. Bye. She walks off. INT. BACK ROOM FIORALBA It's important to show your employees that you can verbally decimate them without swearing in the workplace. Pow. Boom, baby. I'm gonna get to see my wife so much. ((this is mostly just me trying to figure out how to format scripts in here, but!! have a sitcom script that will probably never be finished!! theres still like 4 other characters that have yet to be introduced, but hey. As The Circle Of Character Life Continues, They Will Inevitably Be Recycled And Born Anew)