Van pulls up in front of a neatly kept home in Pasadena. As van doors open the Beastie Boys sing “You’ve got to fight for the right to Parr-tee…” The music stops abruptly as Bud pulls key from the ignition. Bags pulled from van. Bilge walks over, points to house behind him with his thumb.
Bilge – Is this it, then?
Bud – Home sweet home.
Monk – White picket fence.
Bud – It’s a goddamn paradise.
Bilge – Where’s the missus?
Nel walking by speaks in country-fuck accent.
Nel – With her folks up in SAN FRAN-cisco.
Bilge – So, have you got a pool?
Bud walks past with bags and speaks to Bilge.
Bud – Yeah, we have a pool.
Monk walks by and speaks to Bilge.
Monk – AND a pond.
Kent is now approaching carrying a bag and his guitar, speaks to Bilge.
Kent – The pond would be good for you.
Bilge turns to take a gander at the house and the neighborhood.
Bilge – Sweet.