Will and Kim
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Marc and Jane GIGGLE as they struggle to keep their balance in the parking lot. They stop every now and again to mack for a few seconds. Will and Kim follow behind them.
KIM: Should he be driving?
WILL: Umm…no.
KIM: How dicked would it be if we just took them back home.
WILL: God, I’ll never hear the end of that.
KIM: Okay, so who’s taking them?
WILL: I’ll rock-paper-scissors you for it.
KIM: You’re on.
They rock-paper-scissors. Will’s scissors fall to Kim’s rock.
KIM (CONT’D): Never open with scissors.
WILL: Two out of three
KIM: It’s pointless. I’ve got like a .834 winning percentage.
WILL: Ready?
They rock-paper-scissors again. This time, Will’s paper falls to Kim’s scissors.
WILL (CONT’D): You are good.
Kim shrugs.
KIM: Told you.
WILL: Fine. (yells to Marc) Hey, gimme your keys!
