Claire:
[Enters apartment to find her husband and another woman in the living room]
Eric:
Oh, hey, hon. This is my... uh... Candy... This is Candy. You're not at work.
Claire:
I'm not at work. I'm right here.
[pause]
Claire:
Candy, could you excuse us?
Candy:
Sure.
[Awkward five seconds goes by]
Candy:
Oh, you mean...
[points to herself, then leaves]
Candy:
.
Eric:
Ok, now before you get all in a huff, just hear me out, ok? Candy's a new manager's assistant while Dawn's in Anaheim. I'm getting her acclimated.
Claire:
To our home?
Eric:
Yeah, we were in the neighborhood, ok? And I left my laptop...
Claire:
Oh, Eric.
Eric:
What? Claire...
Claire:
Don't tell this to me, Eric.
Eric:
What do you want to hear?
Claire:
The truth.
Eric:
The truth?
Claire:
That you'd prefer spending time filing things in Candy's drawers than home with your wife.
Eric:
You work just as much as I do. Ok, so...
Claire:
This is like your side project, isn't it, Eric?
Eric:
Oh, no, no, no, not right now. Not the big picture speech.
Claire:
Working on it. It's like the bedroom walls that we never get around to re-painting... I mean, what are we doing here?
Candy:
[Sticking her head around the corner]
Can I say something?
[Eric and Claire turn to look at Candy]
Candy:
Actually, I really like the paint in the bedroom.
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