9. INT. THEIR APARTMENT - BEDROOM – NIGHT
LAUREL is making up at a vanity table. FRANKIE, shirtless, is lying on the bed. She gets up and continues to get dressed.
LAUREL
Things haven’t been going so good for us the past couple of months, have they?
FRANKIE
What you mean is I’m not workin’. So I’m a creep?
LAUREL
You could get a job, Frankie. It wouldn’t kill you.
Frankie jumps up and grabs Laurel’s arm.
FRANKIE
Tell me all about it. You twitch your hips and you think that’s ten years on the road gang. Well, nobody ever gave me a dime I didn’t have to sweat for. So knock off of this lazy slob routine.
LAUREL
You hurt me, Frankie.
FRANKIE
Send me a bill.
He leaves the bedroom.