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(Thursday. INT: Still outside EB's apartment, EB is closing the door in JH's face.)

EB: This is not a discussion. Goodbye, Mister Halligan.
JH: Please, Ellen! I don't smoke! I don't drink! I'm tidy! I don't have a criminal record! I can cook!
(the door slams)
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JH stands, dejected, for a panel.
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(the door cracks open again.)
EB: You can cook?
JH: I've worked at thirteen different restaurants in the past three years. I can make anything out of anything.
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EB (opening the door): You just bought yourself forty-five minutes.
JH: Glee!