JEFF, LYNDON, MADLYN, and BRAD are walking away from a seedy
comedy club. As they move down the streets, the club
florescent lights shut off. JEFF is a little bit ahead.
MADLYN
(to BRAD)
That went pretty good.
(to LYNDON)
That went pretty good, right?
LYNDON
I think so. I can never tell.
MADLYN
Hey, Jeff, wait up!
She runs to catch up with him.
MADLYN
That went pretty good, right?
JEFF
Sure.
MADLYN
You didn’t like it.
JEFF
It was okay.
MADLYN
You used to like it.
JEFF
It used to be good.
MADLYN
(stopping)
You have to wait for Lyndon.
JEFF
No I don’t.
MADLYN
Jeff!
He stops, turns around.
MADLYN
We’re going to the Old Court to celebrate.
JEFF
I have to work.
MADLYN
Sure. Fine.
She turns and walks back toward Lyndon, passing Brad.
BRAD
(to Jeff)
Coming to the party?
JEFF
I have to work.
BRAD
It would mean a lot to Lyndon.
They look back to where Lyndon is greeting Madlyn
BRAD
Coming for a drink?
JEFF
Brad...
BRAD
Oh, right: you said. Well, the
thing is, it’ll be a short party
without you buying your rounds.
JEFF
Buy your own rounds.
BRAD
Managers never buy the drinks.
JEFF
Where did you get that?
BRAD
It’s one of the rules.
JEFF
How much did he make tonight?
BRAD
Oh, well...
JEFF
Shit.
He gets out his wallet, pulls out some bills.
BRAD
It’ll mean a lot to Lyndon.
JEFF
He does stand-up. He doesn’t know
what "means" means.
