The sun is shining brightly on the iron gates surrounding
the extravagant Sunny Side Estates housing complex.

A beat-up pickup truck pulls up to the keypad by the
gate's entrance. There's a long, flat-bed trailer
attached to the back of the truck. It's loaded with
lumber, several boxes, and various other things.

RALPH leans out of the driver-side window and presses a
few buttons on the keypad. A flashing light blinks green,
beeps, and the swinging gate opens, allowing Ralph to
drive through.

EXT. SUNNY SIDE ESTATES - CONTINUOUS

Ralph drives his truck past the massive houses of the
neighborhood, the contents of the trailer rattling as he
goes by.

A man in a silk boxers stands by his mailbox, a copy of
the Wall-Street Journal in one hand and a mug of coffee
in the other. He glances up briefly as Ralph drives by.

A teenage boy smirks at the sight of Ralph's car before
hopping into a BMW parked in his driveway.

Ralph turns left into a side street that ends in a cul-de
sac.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

The truck pulls up to an exceptionally large house at the
end of the cul-de-sac. There's a "FOR SALE" sign, the
letter's obscured by a bright red "SOLD" sticker, stuck
in the front yard.

Ralph gets out of the truck and begins to unload the
lumber and boxes from the trailer.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATER

Dorothy bustles about her near-pristine kitchen. Evidence
of her morning are scattered on the counter top by the
sink: a jar of flour, an electric mixer with dough stuck
to the beaters, an empty jar of cherry pie filling.

She smiles to herself as she cracks the oven door, peeks
in, and closes it again.

She grabs a pair of oven mitts decorated with fluffy
angel-kittens in garden baskets, puts them on, and
reopens the oven to pull out a large pie.

She pauses by the sink to look out the kitchen window.

Directly across from her is Ralph's front yard, where he
is hard at work building a box-like structure from his
piles of lumber.

Dorothy smiles again, then hurries out of the kitchen.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Ralph hammers loudly at a stack of boards as Dorothy
approaches him from behind. She clears her throat loudly.

DOROTHY
Hello, you must be-

Ralph exchanges the hammer for an electric saw and begins
sawing the boards.

DOROTHY (CONT'D)
(speaking louder)
-the new resident, Mister Williams, I
presume? I was told by the real estate
agent-

Ralph puts down the saw and picks up a drill, attacking
the boards with it.

DOROTHY (CONT'D)
(gradually speaking louder)
-that, er, you would be moving in
today...Anyway, I thought I'd stop by and
introduce myself. My name is Dorothy
Merrywurth. As head of neighborhood
council, and your next door neighbor I
might add, I wanted to welcome you-

Ralph turns off the drill just as Dorothy is at the point
of yelling over it to be heard.

DOROTHY (CONT'D)
-TO SUNNY SIDE ESTATES! (pause) Oh!
Excuse me...I just...I thought I'd give
you a little welcome gift on behalf of
the neighborhood.

Ralph gets up and fetches more lumber from the pile,
picks up his hammer, and goes back to work.

DOROTHY (CONT'D)
I can...see you're a bit busy. I'll just
leave this right here for you.

She sets the pie down on a nearby box and watches Ralph
for another moment or two before smiling awkwardly.

DOROTHY (CONT'D)
Well! Hope you see you around, neighbor!

She turns, dropping the smile in the process, and walks
back to her house.

Ralph pulls a tape measurer from his pocket and holds it
against the lumber, nodding to himself.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Ralph steps backwards onto the sidewalk to admire his
day's work. He has splotches of paint on his clothes and
a broad grin on his face.

The garden shed is a large, green and tan structure
that's situated in the exact center of the front yard.
It's around ten feet by fourteen, and appears dwarfed in
comparison to the house behind it.

Ralph rubs his hands together excitedly. He grabs a
nearby box and goes inside the shed with it, returning a
few moments later for another box, and continues with
this process.

Eventually, he reaches the box with the pie on top. He
stares at the pie, sets it on the grass, then takes the
box inside the shed.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Dorothy, wrapped in a fluffy robe, enters the kitchen and
takes a jug of milk out of the fridge. She goes to the
cabinet by the sink and reaches for a glass, but stops as
she notices something outside the window.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - DOROTHY'S WINDOW P.O.V

Ralph is nowhere to be found, all that remains in the
yard is the garden shed.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Dorothy scowls as she pours her milk. She shoves the jug
back into the fridge and leaves the kitchen.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - MORNING

The doors of Ralph's shed are wide open. Ralph sits a few
feet in front of them. He leans over a small campfire
arrangement, cooking pancakes.

He looks up and stares at his surroundings. There's
little movement from the other houses.

Ralph turns to look down the sidewalk. A small boy,
BILLY, is approaching from a few houses down. He looks to
be six or seven years old, dressed in a oversized t-shirt
and jeans.

Draped around Billy's shoulders is a reddish-brown, black
striped boa constrictor, which hangs lazily down to his
waist.

Ralph carefully watches Billy get closer and flips his
pancake.

Billy passes by Ralph's driveway. He looks at the truck,
the house, the shed, then finally at Ralph, and stops
directly in front of Ralph.

The two stare at each other for a few moments. Billy's
snake hisses quietly, unmoving.

BILLY
Hi.

RALPH
Hi.

BILLY
Do you live at this house now, mister?

RALPH
I suppose I do, yes.

Billy looks at the garden shed and tilts his head,
squinting.

BILLY
I thought those go in the backyard.

Ralph shrugs and sticks a fork into the pancake, pulling
it out of the pan. He reaches for a nearby box labeled
"DISHES", pulls out a plate and sets it in his lap.

RALPH
Prefer to use the front yard.

BILLY
That's neat. Susie thinks it's neat too.

RALPH
Susie?

Billy gently turns the boa constrictor's head to face
Ralph.

BILLY
Susie.

Ralph, still holding the forked pancake above his plate,
stares at the snake for a moment. He drops the pancake
onto the plate and sets the fork on top, then holds out
his hand.

RALPH
Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. The name's
Ralph.

Billy shakes Ralph's outstretched hand.

BILLY
Susie says she's sorry, but doesn't have
any hands to shake back with. My name's
Billy. I'm her official hand-shaker
person.

RALPH
Sounds like quite a job.

BILLY
It is. Susie's not always happy, because
even though I'm the hand-shaker person,
nobody around here really wants to say
hello to her.

RALPH
That's a shame. She seems to be a very
polite and friendly lady.

Billy nods his head vigorously, Susie bouncing slightly
on his shoulders as he does so. He looks at the pancake
on Ralph's plate.

BILLY
I should go now, so you can finish
breakfast.

RALPH
I don't mind.

BILLY
Yes, but Susie does, because she has to
finish her morning walk or else she gets
grouchy.

RALPH
Well, you two could always stop by later,
once the lady's had her exercise.

Billy nods again and turns to leave.

BILLY
It's Saturday, so we can come by during
Susie's afternoon walk.

RALPH
Sounds fine. Take care.

BILLY
Okay, bye-bye.

Billy returns to the sidewalk and continues on his way.

Ralph watches for a few moments, then pours syrup on his
pancake and begins eating.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Dorothy grinds coffee beans at the kitchen counter. She
starts to dump them into the steel coffee-maker, but
pauses to look out the window. She frowns, and resumes
making her coffee.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Ralph places his dirty dishes into a small bucket of
soapy water.

He walks around to the side of the house and picks up the
garden hose, pulling closer to the front yard until he
stops at the side of the shed.

Ralph goes inside the shed and comes back out dragging a
large metal basin behind him. He sets it by the hose.

He crosses back over to the side of the house and turns
the faucet several times. After hearing the sound of
gushing water, he walks back to the basin and fills it to
the brim with water.

He walks back to the faucet, dragging the hose behind
him. He turns it off, then neatly wraps the hose back up.

Ralph disappears inside the shed again, then reappears
carrying a small basket with a towel draped over it. He
returns to the basin, smiles, and proceeds to strip off
his clothes.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Dorothy washes her dishes from breakfast, quietly humming
to herself. As she dries her plate, she glances out the
window. Her eye widen in horror. She drops the dish,
shattering it on the floor, and runs out of the kitchen.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Ralph reclines happily in the basin, the water just
covering his collarbone. He pulls a chunk of soap out of
his nearby basket and begins to build up suds.

Dorothy runs over, furious, but stops short a few feet
away from the basin. Awkwardly, she stares up at the sky
and at neighboring houses before addressing Ralph.

DOROTHY
Just what, exactly, do you think you are
DOING, Mister Williams?

Ralph scrubs his arms vigorously.

RALPH
Bathing. What's it look like?

Dorothy grits her teeth but refuses to look at the naked
Ralph.

DOROTHY
(angrily)
It LOOKS like you're making a mockery of
our friendly neighborhood atmosphere!

Ralph rubs the bar of soap on his chest.

RALPH
I have no idea what you mean. I couldn't
be any more friendly today.

Dorothy clenches her fist and turns her head to stare at
her own house.

DOROTHY
There is such a thing as TOO FRIENDLY,
MISTER WILLIAMS!

Ralph lifts his left leg up high, scrubbing his toes and
feet, working his way up the leg.

RALPH
I'm sure if anyone around here would know
about being 'too friendly', it'd be you.

Dorothy walks a few feet closer, fists still tight and
stops quickly again, finally making eye contact.

DOROTHY
I don't know where you came from, Mister
Williams, but around here, people eat,
bathe and LIVE in their HOUSES. You
obviously had the funds to BUY the house-

RALPH
Didn't buy this property for the house.
Bought it for the yard.

DOROTHY
(flustered)
What?!

Ralph is now at his knee, gradually going higher up his
leg with the soap.

RALPH
The yard. I didn't care much for the
house, inside or out. But when I saw this
fine lawn, I couldn't resist settling
down here.

DOROTHY
Mister Williams-

RALPH
If a man has the funds, and if he's not
doing anybody any harm, he can live as he
damn well pleases.

DOROTHY
MISTER WILLIAMS-

RALPH
If you don't approve, just turn around,
go back to your window and stop watching
me. Unless there's something in
particular you're watching for.

DOROTHY
I-

Dorothy's face turns red. Ralph is busy scrubbing his
groin, making faces as he does so.

RALPH
Honestly, dirt winds up in the strangest
of places.

Dorothy turns quickly and storms back to her house.

Ralph stops scrubbing, smiles to himself and leans back,
humming quietly.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Dorothy storms back into her kitchen and resumes washing
dishes at an increased pace. She sets them aside roughly,
keeping her head down, eyes intent on the sink.

She frowns, then slowly raises her head to look out the
window.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - DOROTHY'S WINDOW P.O.V

Ralph has a towel wrapped around his waist. He dumps the
basin of water over into the bushes surrounding his
house, then disappears into the shed.

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Dorothy pulls the plug out of the sink, draining the
dirty dish water, and leaves the kitchen.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Ralph, now dressed, arranges a few folding chairs around
his burning campfire pit.
He pauses and looks at the arrangement. He scoots one of
the chairs over slightly, smiles, then goes inside the
shed.

He returns with a few cans, a jug of water, a wooden
spoon and a cooking pot. He pours the contents of the
cans into the pot, adds some water, then holds the pot
over the fire.

Billy walks up the sidewalk from the same direction as
before, Susie draped across his shoulders. He crosses
Ralph's driveway and stands by one of the chairs, quietly
watching.

RALPH
You can have a seat if you'd like.

Billy nods and sits in the chair next to Ralph. Susie
slithers down Billy's arm and stops on the arm of the
chair.

RALPH (CONT'D)
Hope you guys like soup.

BILLY
I like soup a lot. Susie can't have it.
No hands for spoon holding.

Ralph scoops some of the soup out with the wooden spoon
and tastes it, then stirs it a bit.

RALPH
Oh? I thought as her hand-shaker person,
you might also be her spoon-holder
person.

BILLY
Well, she's also allergic to eating
anything that isn't a rat or baby bunny.

Ralph grabs a bowl from his dish-box and spoons soup into
it. He holds the bowl out to Billy.

RALPH
Really? That's too bad. Next time, I'll
be sure to remember that.

Billy takes the bowl, balancing it carefully on his legs.
Ralph hands him a soup spoon.

BILLY
It's okay. She's not supposed to eat
again for a few days anyhow. She only
eats on Tuesdays.

Ralph spoons some soup into his own bowl, then sets the
pot aside. He grabs a spoon and looks at Billy.

RALPH
Tuesdays?

Billy shovels spoonfuls into his mouth as Susie slithers
back up to rest on his shoulders again.

BILLY
Yeah, just Tuesdays. She eats kinda big
when she does, and if I feed her too
much, the vet said she'd get too big for
me.

RALPH
Yeah? How's that?

BILLY
If Susie ate a lotta really big rats and
bunnies all the time, she'd get really
fat and really heavy, because her tummy's
not supposed to have that much in it.

RALPH
Really?

BILLY
Then she might get too big for me to
carry, and Dad said I'd have to give her
away if that happened. So we stick with
little rats and bunnies.

RALPH
I see. Pretty good reason, then.

BILLY
She's not supposed to get that big, but I
gotta be careful. She's the only pet I've
ever had and I don't wanna lose her. I
want her to be my friend forever.

RALPH
I'm sure she'd be your friend even if she
was too big for you. But it's good you
take care of her.

Billy stirs his soup and looks at his feet, waving them
back and forth.

BILLY
Yeah.

Ralph continues eating his soup. Billy watches him for a
few minutes, looks back at the house, then back at Ralph.

BILLY (CONT'D)
So why'd you move here, Mister Ralph?

Ralph spoons more soup into his bowl.

RALPH
Seemed like a good idea. Neighborhood's
clean, and my old place was a little run
down. I just came into some money, so I
thought I'd just go wherever I felt like.

BILLY
You got lots of money like the other
people here? You gotta, Dad says people
can't move here unless they have a lotta
money.

RALPH
Yeah, it's a lot. Actually, I've never
had this much before in my life. So, I
thought I'd spend it how I've always
wanted.

Billy looks at the shed, then back at Ralph.

BILLY
On a big shed?

Ralph smiles and sets his bowl on his lap.

RALPH
Yeah, on a big shed.

Billy cranes his neck up at the shed, staring.

BILLY
It's bigger than Dad's shed. But he
doesn't live in it, he lives in our
house.

RALPH
It's better than what I had growing up.

BILLY
Really? That musta been a small shed.

RALPH
(laughing)
No, it wasn't a shed. I lived in a house.
It was just a very poor, worn-out, old
house that my parents didn't have the
money to fix or move out of.

BILLY
You never got a bigger house?

RALPH
Nope. Didn't move out until I managed to
save enough for college.

BILLY
What's college?

Ralph takes a few bites of soup before answering.

RALPH
It's like a big school, for adults.

Billy frowns and pokes at his bowl with his spoon.

BILLY
I don't like school. They only talk about
boring stuff. I'd rather stay home and
play with Susie.

RALPH
This school's really important. It helps
you decide what you're going to be for
the rest of your life.

BILLY
Really?

RALPH
Yeah. That's why I had to go.

BILLY
So you could learn how to build sheds?

RALPH
Among other things, yes.

Billy sits quietly for a few minutes, then looks at an
oversized watch on his wrist. He picks up his bowl and
stands up, careful not to loose Susie. He holds the bowl
out to Ralph.

BILLY
I have to go now. Thanks for lunch.

Ralph takes the bowl with a smile. He nods to Susie.

RALPH
Thank you. I enjoyed the company.

Billy starts to walk back to the sidewalk. Ralph puts the
bowl down and stands up.

RALPH (CONT'D)
Hey, wait a minute.

Billy stops and looks at Ralph, who disappears into the
shed. He comes out holding the pie.

RALPH (CONT'D)
You like pie?...

Billy grins and holds out his hands.

BILLY
Yeah!

INT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - EVENING

Dorothy sits at the kitchen table, cordless phone in her
hand. There's a fat notebook opened in front of her with
a few papers scattered around it and a mug of coffee
sitting close by.

She scans one of the papers with her eyes, tapping in a
telephone number with her thumb. She leans her arm
against the table and waits, drumming the fingers of the
free hand on the table.

She flinches slightly and smiles.

DOROTHY
Mister Craddock?...Hello, how are you
doing? It's Dorothy, Dorothy Merrywurth
of the neighborhood council...I'm fine, I
just thought I'd inform you...

INT. RALPH'S GARDEN SHED - MORNING

Ralph lies on a bare mattress fast asleep with a small
fleece blanket rumbled over his legs.

Loud pounding on the door forces Ralph awake. He sits up
slowly, rubbing his eyes as he takes his time getting to
the door.

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Ralph opens the door to find an impatient Dorothy in mid
knock at the door. Her unkempt hair and heavy circles
under her eyes suggest she's been up late. She quickly
puts her hand down and raises the other one up to hand
him a sheet of paper.

He takes the paper and looks at it quizzically.

RALPH
What's this?

Dorothy smiles, a bit of malice in her voice.

DOROTHY
It's a petition, Mister Williams.

Ralph pulls the sheet closer to his face, squinting his
eyes as he reads.

RALPH
That's nice. What am I signing for?

Dorothy narrows her eyebrows and stomps a foot.

DOROTHY
YOU don't SIGN it! It's from the other
residents! For you to remove this
unsightly THING from your yard!

Ralph scans the paper with his eyes, then flips it over
to look at the other side. His eyes glance up at Dorothy,
who still has a mean smile plastered on her face.

Ralph rips the paper neatly down the middle, tossing the
two halves at a dismayed Dorothy's feet.

RALPH
I could care less about what you people
think about my lifestyle.

Dorothy crouches and snatches up the paper, glaring up at
Ralph.

DOROTHY
How dare you! This is a legal, binding
document-

RALPH
(scoffing)
Lady, I've got the same kind of money you
have, and I can spend it how I want. So
take your 'document' and get the hell off
my lawn.

The flabbergasted Dorothy stands up, fists wrapped tight
around the ripped pieces of paper.

DOROTHY
The next time I come back, Mister
Williams, it will be with the police!

Dorothy storms her way back over to her house, passing
Billy and Susie on the way. Billy watches her for a
moment, then turns to look back at Ralph.

BILLY
Is that lady mad at you?

Ralph watches Dorothy go through her front door, slamming
it behind her.

RALPH
Possibly.

BILLY
What'd you do?

RALPH
I moved into the neighborhood.

Ralph reaches inside the shed, retrieving a box of
pancake mix. He sits in one of the chairs and starts to
root through his dish box for utensils.

RALPH (CONT'D)
She can't stand the fact that I don't
need that big ugly house to be happy.
That I can live without expensive junk
cluttering up my life.

He pulls out a large mixing bowl and dumps some pancake
mix into it. He picks up his jug of water and pours a bit
into the mix.

RALPH (CONT'D)
I remind her that excess goods aren't a
necessity. That you don't have to waste
your money on stuff to prove you're rich
to the world.

He stirs the pancake mix with the wooden spoon, frowning.

RALPH (CONT'D)
People like her disgust me. They never
appreciate what they have. It's always
more, more, more.

Billy watches Ralph stirring for a few moments, then
looks up at the house behind him, at the shed, then back
at Ralph.

BILLY
Aren't you kinda wasting your house?

Ralph stops stirring to look up at Billy.

RALPH
What?

Billy points up at the large house.

BILLY
Your house. You don't ever use it, and
there's nothing wrong with it. Is that
being wasteful?

Ralph furrows his brow, looking defensive.

RALPH
Yeah but...the house itself is too...too
big to start with, it's already...well,
it's not...I'm not like HER, I don't...

Ralph sits quietly, staring down at his mixing bowl.
Billy turns to go back to the sidewalk.

BILLY
I dunno. You're the grown-up, so you
probably know what you're doing. All I
know is if I had a big house, I'd use it
for something.

Ralph continues to stare at his bowl. Billy walks down
the sidewalk and eventually out of view.

INT. RALPH'S GARDEN SHED - AFTERNOON

Ralph sits slumped over on his mattress, staring at the
shed floor.

He slowly lifts his head up and looks at his
surroundings: the boxes, the stacks of canned food, his
metal basin, the fleece blanket still rumpled up at the
end of the mattress.

He leaves the mattress and sits in front of the boxes. He
digs through one until he finds a small, disposable cell
phone and a notebook.

He flips through the notebook with one hand, holding the
phone in the other. Eventually, he stops on a page,
running his finger along the lines before pressing
several buttons on the phone.

He waits patiently, then smiles to himself.

RALPH
Hey, Mike, it's Ralph. (pause) Yeah, it's
been a while, hasn't it? Listen, I was
wondering...

EXT. RALPH'S HOUSE - EVENING

Ralph carries boxes to the back of his pick-up truck. As
he turns around, Dorothy walks up his driveway, a POLICE
OFFICER following close behind her.

Ralph smiles and waves.

RALPH
Evening, folks.

Dorothy stops quickly and points at Ralph.

DOROTHY
That's the man, officer. He's been
disrupting the peace for the last two
days.

The police officer looks at Ralph, the shed, then back at
Ralph.

POLICE OFFICER
This your shed, sir?

Ralph walks back toward the shed to grab the remaining
boxes, keeping eye contact with the police officer.

RALPH
Sure is, sir. Isn't she a beaut?

The officer looks skeptically back at the shed. Ralph
loads the boxes into the truck bed.

POLICE OFFICER
I suppose so. Sir, are you aware of the
complaints against you?

Ralph drags the metal basin to his truck and heaves it
into the back.

RALPH
I sure am, Officer. But you'll find
there's no problem here.

POLICE OFFICER
Oh?

Ralph looks inside the shed. All that's left inside is
the mattress. He closes the shed and latches the doors
shut.

RALPH
No, sir. I just donated my property.
Wasn't really comfortable in this area.

Dorothy stares bug-eyed at Ralph, jaw slightly open. She
recovers and sneers at him.

DOROTHY
He's lying. He's just trying to make you
leave.

Ralph looks at his watch, then glances at the street.

RALPH
No, Ma'am. In fact, here come the fellows
now.

Dorothy and the police officer follow Ralph's gaze.

A mini-van with a U-haul attached to it pulls into the
cul-de-sac, parking parallel to Ralph's house.

Seven college-age guys leap out of the van, several of
them talking all at once.

GUY #1
Aw, man, this place is fuckin' HUGE!

GUY #2
Look at the garage! We totally have room
for a fooseball table now!

GUY #3
Hey, there's already a barbeque pit in
the front yard. That's fuckin' DOPE!

The guys begin dragging out suitcases from the inside of
the van. Guy #1 starts of the back of the U-haul, but
stops when he sees Ralph.

GUY #1
Hey, you must be Mister Williams! Man,
Pop told me all about you. You're so cool
for doing this!

Ralph shakes Guy #1's hand and grins.

RALPH
The pleasure was all mine. I couldn't let
my old fraternity go without a house, now
could I? Just be careful not to burn this
one down too, alright?

GUY #1
Fire extinguishers are in every room,
man. Trust me.

GUY #3
Dude! Cool shed!

Ralph points to his trailer.

RALPH
You boys mind helping me load it into the
trailer?

GUY #4
Dude, I can pick up that whole thing by
myself.

GUY #5
Shut up, retard!

The guys shove at each other as they gather around the
shed. Ralph turns to the police officer.

RALPH
I was wondering if I might ask your help
in loading this shed of mine into my
trailer, Officer.

POLICE OFFICER
All right.

As they carry the shed over to the trailer and wedge it
in, Dorothy remains glued to her spot in the yard,
staring stupidly at the scene in front of her.

Ralph shakes hands with everyone, including the police
officer.

POLICE OFFICER (CONT'D)
You folks take care now.

The police officer walks by Dorothy, tipping his hat as
he goes.

Ralph ropes his shed down to the trailer as the guys run
back to their U-haul and start to drag out large
furniture.

Ralph notices Dorothy and walks over to her, smiling.

RALPH
Well ma'am, your neighborhood's nice and
all, but it's not for me. Look at it this
way: You get a whole slew of friendly new
neighbors.

Dorothy stares back at Ralph, unable to speak. The guys
tramp up to the front door and start bringing luggage,
futons, and cartons of beer.

RALPH (CONT'D)
(directed at the guys)
You can keep the lawn furniture too,
fellas! I know you'll need it.

GUYS
(in unison)
Fucking SWEET!

Ralph smiles at Dorothy, giving her a small salute before
going back to his truck and getting in. He starts the
engine and backs out of the driveway.

As he pulls out of the cul-de-sac, he looks in the rear
view mirror and watches a frustrated Dorothy pull at her
hair and stomp up and down.