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Fluff and Fold
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Fluff and Fold

Pilot ep.



The diet



Opening scene inside a laundry mat, A young Asian man, Roy stands behind a desk carefully folding a pile of clothes. Slouched in a chair a young African American woman, Jewels watches soaps on an ancient tv. Roy keeps throwing dirty looks at jewel. His folding becomes angrier and angrier.



QUEENIE, A OLDER FILIPINA WOMAN ENTERS THE SHOULDERS SLUMPED IN DEFEAT.

Jewel(with out looking from the tv): Hey Queenie.

Queenie: Oh hey Jewel. Roy.

Roy: Queenie its really busy right now.

Queenie: What? Place is totally empty ass hole…
She draws out the last word.

Roy: Mrs. Gonzaga, I have talked to several times about using…

Queenie gives Roy the finger and blows a wet raspberry at him.

Roy: Keep doing that and I’ll make sure Franchesca bans you from the store.

Queenie: What ever Roy. You such an ass hole Roy, that’s why everyone hates you.

Roy: Look waddles I’m not taking any shit from a woman who wears powder blue
shadow up to her brows and uses some fucked up orange shit foundation she bought
during expo ‘86.
Jewels turns her head towards Roy

Jewels: She’s right you know. You’re a total Douche.

Roy: You Are High!

Jewels: Yeh.

Roy rolls his eyes

Roy: You are supposed to be working.

Jewels laughs

Jewels: You are a total bitch you know that?

Roy: When Franchesca hears that you have been talking to me like this… again. She is
going to have fire you, you know?

Jewels: It’s like working with a chick…

Queenie: Probably a gay.

Roy: I am so writing this all up.

Queenie: No one cares you a gay. I got a gay son, married a doctor! My girl, she into the
meth and she a hooker. Gay son better than whore daughter.

Roy: Enough Queenie. Remember our talk about saying way to much?

Jewels: Yeah Queenie you say fucked up shit.

Queenie: Junkie. Hey I hear they tearing this place down, putting one of those Mega
Laundries with four floors, café, dance club like in Texas.

Roy: Dan’s trying to have us rezoned as a heritage building.

Queenie: Built in nine-teen seventy two.

Jewels: That was forever ago, like almost thirty.

Roy: 37

Jewels: A long time ago. Duh. Is that why you look depressed?


Queenie: George says I’m fat, says I’m like four of the girl he married. I poured hot and
Sour on his crotch and made him sleep in the basement but I’m still pissed. Tell
Me am I that fat.

Roy: Yes… You a really…huge.

Queenie: Not talking to you shitty ass. (turns to Jewels) Is George right?

Jewels: You ate pie for breakfast Queenie.

Queenie: What?! I have to test it!

Jewels: Last week I saw you eating cake from the dumpster…

Queenie: I just put it in.

Roy: Gross

Jewels: Uh no because I saw you come out to the alley empty handed. The you climbed
in the dumpster, came out with a bag and proceeded to eat the contents….

Roy: I just threw up in my mouth

Queenie: You Spy!

Jewels: No.

Queenie: Noo you were spying

Jewels: No I was giving Rick the homeless guy a hummer…

Roy makes gagging noises.

Queenie: You’re a slut. Least my girl gets paid. Whore.

Jewels: Fatty. You should just detox fast for a few days. Get all the poisons out.

Queenie: What that?

Jewels: Stop eating, it’ll clean you body out.

Queenie: I shower! This morning… here smell my hair.

Jewels: Smells like cat piss and mint gum.

Queenie: I make it at home, secret recipe. So I just stop eating?(whining) I like food.

Roy: Yeah we know dumpster lady.

Dan enters the store, he is white, early thirties west coast vibe. Hip but trying a little to hard.

Queenie: When you guys closing?

Dan: Hi Queenie. Jewels no texting on shift.

Queenie: Yeh hi. When you shut down this dump.

Dan: We are not shutting down.

Queenie: That not what I hear from Tsi Tan at Bingo, he say you bought out and they going to put big fancy
laundry mat here.

Dan: Ted Tan drinks listerine.

Queenie: So! Doesn't mean he a lier, just bad drunk.
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