(COCKTAIL PIANO)
GK: .....and brought to you by Mama's Cocktail lounge ---- downtown St. Paul.For when mama needs a little time to herself.
TR (BARTENDER): Hey, Beautiful, how's it going?
SS: Say it again, Joe.
TR: Hey, Beautiful, how's it going?
SS: Nobody's called me "Beautiful" all week. Know what they call me? They call me Hey. "Hey, where's my backpack. Hey, where's my lunch money." Sick of it. Want a little r-e-s-p-e-c-t. Gimme a smoke, Joe.
TR: Here you go, sweetheart. (LIGHTER)
SS (DEEP INHALE, EXHALE): Boy, that feels good.
TR: Rough night, huh, sweetheart?
SS: Big sleepover, girls watching movies until three in the morning, then had to take Aaron to his hockey game at 6:30. I don't know who invented peewee hockey, Joe, but if I ever get my hands on the guy, I'll pee on him. You ever watch ten`little kids scuffle around on the ice for an hour ---- it's worse than watching soccer.
TR (BARTENDER): What can I get you, sweetheart?
SS: Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer.
TR (BARTENDER): Coming up.
GK: That's Mama's cocktail lounge in downtown St. Paul. Women only. Open as late as you need it.
(MUSIC OFF)