BEATRIX And we’re deductible. I set up an LLC.
Vinnie drives. His phone dings with a new app notification.
Kevin pours the vinegar. The rocket hisses. Then – glug. Instead of launching, it oozes a thick, warm, cheese-like foam that expands aggressively, covering Kevin’s shoes, his table, and eventually his entire poster board. It spells out, in slow motion: “I Flick Ears.”
VINNIE I’m a CPA with strong conflict-resolution skills. What’s the job?
A beat. Vinnie looks at Beatrix. Then at her father, who is tied to a cannoli-filling machine.
Vinnie smiles. He turns on the Buick.
