Tad—“Mmm, good dark russian. Thanks.”

Liv—“Your welcome.”

Tad—“It could use a splotch of cream though.”

Liv—“Use heavy cream.”

Tad—“Heavy cream!?”

Liv—“Yeah, it’s creamier.”

Tad—“Heavy cream tastes like the lactate of diseased hogs. I’d never sully my cup with such sour pestilence.”

Liv—“You WOULD drink from a diseased hog. You’re just a wise-ass! Grow up!” (walks off screen)

Tad—“Poor suggestion, honey. Sorry. Auhhm… we’re out of regular cream. And milk.” (digs through fridge speaking loudly)

Liv—“Karma! Go to the store. I have a list, and no more drinking until you get back.” (voice from other room)

Tad—“Damn.” (Hangs head) (fades to black)