(CINDY begins singing a comedy-type song...

(CINDY begins singing a comedy-type song of the 1940's. (“How Much Is that Doggie in the Window”)

JACKIE

That bitch is gonna pay for what she did.

JOHN

You mean to your bitch?

JACKIE gives him a dirty look.

JOHN

Sorry.

JACKIE

Look at her sitting up there singing as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Well, after tonight, she won’t!

JOHN

You’re doing the right thing. As your lawyer and as your friend, I back you up 100 percent. This is not only justifiable revenge for you, but you’re doing me a favor too. I am sick and tired of people bringing stupid, idiotic lawsuits into our office. It has to stop somewhere!

JACKIE

Is that all you can think about? My Baby Bumpkins is dead! And all she could say when she killed him was, “You can just go down to the pet store and buy another stupid dog! You don’t have to wait to get it repaired. It’ll take weeks to repair this car. You can go buy a new dog today.” (Sadly) Buy a new dog -- like it was a sweater or a hat. You can’t just go down to the store and replace the love and affection of a dear, sweet doggie.

JOHN

The insurance company never should have paid for the damage to her car.

JACKIE

What about the damage done to my little baby? Who’s gonna pay for that? I’ll tell you who -- Miss Cindy Jacobson, that’s who!

SANDY enters and comes to John and Jackie’s table.

SANDY

Can I get you a couple of more White Russians?

JOHN

Yes, please.

SANDY

Right away. (Exits.)

JOHN

Why don’t you just run over her with your car? Let her see what it feels like.

JACKIE

Don’t worry. When she sits at her dressing table and that chandelier comes crashing down on her head, she’ll know exactly what it feels like to get squished.