[Lisa and Marjorie are in the living room]
Lisa: Marjorie, I thought you said that your parents were getting a separation.
Marjorie: They are, but since neither of them could afford to move out, they separated the house.
[Camera switches to a wider shot, revealing that the living room is divided straight down the middle by a solid white line, which divides the sofa and table in half. In one chair, on the same side of the house as the TV, sits Valerie, knitting, and in the other chair on the other side of the white line sits Lance, reading the paper. Lisa and Marjorie are seated on Valerie's half of the couch.]
Valerie: Marjorie dear, I'm afraid your little friend is going to have to go home now.
Marjorie: Aw Mom, she just got here!
Valerie: Marjorie dear, you know the rules - no company after eight o'clock.
Marjorie: All right. Dad?
Lance: Yeah? What is it, Marjorie?
Marjorie: Can we come over to play?
Lance: Why sure, kid! You know what I always say, my house is your house.
Marjorie: Bye Mom!
Valerie: Bye dear.
[The girls get up, cross the white line and move to the other side of the sofa.]
Marjorie: Dad, this is my friend Lisa.
[The girls sit down on the couch. Marjorie sits right on the dividing white line, Valerie cautions "Uh-uh-uh!" and Marjorie scoots back over to the other side.]
Lisa: Marjorie, I can't see the TV.
Marjorie: Oh yeah, I know that. Mom got custody.
Lance: [holding up his beer can] But I got custody of the fridge. Heh heh.
Lisa: Marjorie, I thought you said that your parents were getting a separation.
Marjorie: They are, but since neither of them could afford to move out, they separated the house.
[Camera switches to a wider shot, revealing that the living room is divided straight down the middle by a solid white line, which divides the sofa and table in half. In one chair, on the same side of the house as the TV, sits Valerie, knitting, and in the other chair on the other side of the white line sits Lance, reading the paper. Lisa and Marjorie are seated on Valerie's half of the couch.]
Valerie: Marjorie dear, I'm afraid your little friend is going to have to go home now.
Marjorie: Aw Mom, she just got here!
Valerie: Marjorie dear, you know the rules - no company after eight o'clock.
Marjorie: All right. Dad?
Lance: Yeah? What is it, Marjorie?
Marjorie: Can we come over to play?
Lance: Why sure, kid! You know what I always say, my house is your house.
Marjorie: Bye Mom!
Valerie: Bye dear.
[The girls get up, cross the white line and move to the other side of the sofa.]
Marjorie: Dad, this is my friend Lisa.
[The girls sit down on the couch. Marjorie sits right on the dividing white line, Valerie cautions "Uh-uh-uh!" and Marjorie scoots back over to the other side.]
Lisa: Marjorie, I can't see the TV.
Marjorie: Oh yeah, I know that. Mom got custody.
Lance: [holding up his beer can] But I got custody of the fridge. Heh heh.
[Lisa and Marjorie are in the living room]
Lisa : Marjorie, I thought you said that your parents were getting a separation.
Marjorie : They are, but since neither of them could afford to move out, they separated the house.
[Camera switches to a wider shot, revealing that the living room is divided straight down the middle by a solid white line, which divides the sofa and table in half. In one chair, on the same side of the house as the TV, sits Valerie, knitting, and in the other chair on the other side of the white line sits Lance, reading the paper. Lisa and Marjorie are seated on Valerie's half of the couch.]
Valerie : Marjorie dear, I'm afraid your little friend is going to have to go home now.
Marjorie : Aw Mom, she just got here!
Valerie : Marjorie dear, you know the rules - no company after eight o'clock.
Marjorie : All right. Dad?
Lance : Yeah? What is it, Marjorie?
Marjorie : Can we come over to play?
Lance : Why sure, kid! You know what I always say, my house is your house.
Marjorie : Bye Mom!
Valerie : Bye dear.
[The girls get up, cross the white line and move to the other side of the sofa.]
Marjorie : Dad, this is my friend Lisa.
[The girls sit down on the couch. Marjorie sits right on the dividing white line, Valerie cautions "Uh-uh-uh!" and Marjorie scoots back over to the other side.]
Lisa : Marjorie, I can't see the TV.
Marjorie : Oh yeah, I know that. Mom got custody.
Lance : [holding up his beer can] But I got custody of the fridge. Heh heh.
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