: Why would he care about the house? How many rooms there are.
FRANK
: You got me.
EMMA
: Maybe he wants to buy it.
FRANK
: This bacon looks burnt.
EMMA
: You didn’t see him go by on your way back up?
FRANK
: Nope.
EMMA
: I don’t see how you could have missed him. You didn’t see any car?
FRANK
: Yeah, I saw a car.
EMMA
: You did?
FRANK
: (
forking bacon
) Yeah—I saw a couple cars.
EMMA
: Two?
FRANK
: Is Graig up yet?
EMMA
: No—no, I don’t think so. I yelled down to him but—
(FRANK crosses to top of basement stairs and yells down.)
FRANK
: Graig! Graig, get your sorry ass up here if you want some breakfast! This isn’t a boardinghouse! Rise and shine!
(FRANK returns to stove and bacon.)
How’d you manage to burn this bacon, anyway?
EMMA
: Frank—there were two cars?
FRANK
: What?
EMMA
: Two cars out there?
FRANK
: I don’t know, Emma. Two or three. What difference does it make?
EMMA
: Three?
FRANK
: I wasn’t counting!
EMMA
: Where were they?
FRANK
: On the road.
EMMA