Craig, a wealthy businessman, is desperate to save his marriage. He
Luther: No? What do you do, bundle mortgages? Hostile takeovers?
Craig: No, I’m in the cookie sector. You know “Love You Lemons?” “Brown Sugars?” That’s me.
Luther: You work for Grandma Daisy?
Craig: I am Grandma Daisy.
Luther: You’re pulling my leg.
Craig: I’m not. (extending his hand) Craig Heath, CEO.
Luther hugs him.
Craig: (cont’d) Oh…
Luther kisses Craig on both cheeks.
Luther: Why didn’t you say so? Grandma Daisy!
Craig: I… didn’t know you were such a fan…
Luther: Fan? You saved my life! When mine left me? Last year? I ate box after box of those things. Who is the old broad on the outside? Your Mother?
Craig: Nobody. Just a drawing. I was going to go with a photo of my mother, but she tested unsympathetic with focus groups.
Luther: That’s cold, man.
Craig: No, they were right.
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