'Yeah, but Donald Duck doesn't wear pants.'

Stacey

'Well, thanks to our new, fabulous writer...I'm off to Hoffmann with the gang.'

John

'Thanks Stace.  you guys are so nic...make me feel relaxed...puts me at my best.'

David

'They're not nice.

Stacey

'To nice  people..'

David

'Where are you from? Quit sucking up.'

John to Stacey

'Sometimes I like saying something nice, truthful, but nice. I call it verbal healing...'

Stacey

'Yeah.'

Stacey to David

'Where are you from?'

David

'Western New York State. The Finger Lakes region. Guess which finger?'

John laughing

'The thumb...you usually walk around with your thumb up your ass. '

Stacey stands up and brushes her skirt off.

Stacey

'With that, I'm off to Hoffman.'

Stacey to John

'I'll call in to tell you how it went.'

Stacey turns and walks down the hill back to the office. The yellow, white and blue pattern mirrors the blue sky against yellow autumn trees that line the street.

John

'That dress reminds me of when I look up at the yellow leaves and see the blue sky above.'

David

'You wanna look up Stacey's dress?'

John looks sarcastically at David.

They walk back to the office.

David

'Keith is going to present. Should be some ride out there.'

John

'I'm surprised. Keith said he didn't want to deal with them.'

David

'Bernie asked him to go sell it. Then he goes to pitch Disneyland.'

John

"love Disney....especially the background art.'

David

'Good 'cause you are going to write a rap-type radio spot. Nothing sexual. Remember, Disney characters have no adult buldges.'

John

'But Donald Duck runs around in just a shirt and hat...no pants. In fact, his girlfriend Daisy just wears a bow in her hair, shirt and high heels...no pants.'

David

'That's hot.'