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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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