Script by Val 8/11/03

Basement - Norwalk, CT

"Tell Andrew to give up on me. It's not only the
right thing to do, it's the HIP thing to do." Monte
said to a semi-drunk Grandma Ida at 11am, Wednesday
morning.

"But what about the $800 you owe?" Ida
semi-slurred.

"I don't owe it to him," Monte's coffee breath
permeated her pores. "I owe it to Uncle Sam."

Monte continued, "and by the way, the girls saw me
smoking outside yesterday. I told them they saw
insects, not smoke. See what you can do about that."