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I actually worked out a floorplan for this apartment after I had written this script. And yes, Jamie would be able to see Ellen's computer monitor from the kitchen, if she left her bedroom door open.
Originally, I had Jamie's line as "you go run a raid on Kookookajoob", but I changed it for reasons that I will keep to myself for now...
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(Thursday. INT: EB's kitchen)
JH: Seriously, this is a tiny kitchen. I'll be fine here, you go run a raid on Zoobagajooba or something.
EB: How'd you know I was a World of Warcraft player?
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JH: I know more than that. I know you're a tauren shaman.
EB (creeped out): Okay, whoa. What the hell.
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JH: It's a fairly elementary deduction. Before you shifted them around the grocery list, your refrigerator magnets clearly spelled out "Fuck The Alliance". Your Holstein-patterned oven mitts and salt shakers obviously bespeak a certain fascination with all things bovine...
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JH: Also, you're still logged in.
EB: Oh, shit!
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