RANDI
                          What guy?

                                      BOB
                          I remember you with some guy at Karl's
                          party.  Someone special.

                                      RANDI
                          Oh!  No, no.  Ed.  Edward.  A close
                          friend.  He just moved to San Francisco.

                                      BOB
                          Miss him?

                                      RANDI
                          I do.  So does Ellen.  In her
                          own...unique way.
                                (The two chuckle.)
                          We--the three of us, were--ARE very
                          close.

                                                     CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN

                Karl is loading the dishwasher.  Ellen is smoking a
                cigarette leaning against the sink.

                                      KARL
                          Some people don't appreciate  your sense
                          of humor, Ellen.

                                      ELLEN
                          It's a reflex.  Sorry.  I'll go in there
                          and eat the whole box of chocolates  to
                          make it up to him.

                                      KARL
                          You see?  There you go again.

                                      ELLEN
                          It's just weirded me out.  When he came
                          up with that "so now are you two going to
                          start a family?"  ~thing.

                                      KARL
                          I don't tell everybody our business.  I
                          guess guys don't talk about things like
                          that.

                                      ELLEN
                          That is bullshit.  He knew we had made a
                          decision years ago not to have kids.

                                      KARL
                          Why would Bob know that?  I figured you
                          not wanting to have children should come
                          from you.
                                (Ellen stops. She looks Karl
                                 straight into the eyes.)

                                      ELLEN
                          Whoa!  Since when has this shifted to ME
                          not being the one who didn't want
                          children?

                                      KARL
                          I never said that I didn't want to have
                          children.

                                      ELLEN
                          Give me a fucking break, Karl!

                                      KARL
                          Ellen.  Don't swear.

                                      ELLEN
                          We talked about this before we got
                          married!

                                                      CUT TO: INT. DINING
                                                                    ROOM

                                      RANDI
                          You left a six figure job to open a candy
                          store?!

                                      BOB
                          It's just...that I wasn't happy at that
                          job.

                                      RANDI
                          That's a lot of money to walk away from.

                                      BOB
                          I don't care about stuff like that.

                                      RANDI
                          That sounded superficial.

                                      BOB
                                (chuckles)
                          It's weird, I know.  But candy always
                          seem to bring happiness to people. 
                          Except diabetics.  That's not true.  We
                          do have diabetic candy.

                Bob freezes.  Randi and he stare at each other for a
                moment.  She then smiles warmly.

                                      BOB (CONT'D)
                          Oops.  ~I've gotten off track here.

                                      RANDI
                                (studying him)
                          You sound...interesting, Bob.

                                      BOB
                          I do?

                                      RANDI
                          Yes.

                                      BOB
                          Oh.  Well,...I thought it was just
                          a...neat thing to do.  And if I was going
                          to work for the next 35 years I wanted it
                          to be in a happy place.  And...to make
                          people happy, too.

                                      RANDI
                          Very few people get to do what they love.
                                (pause)
                          But a six figure job!  What was it you
                          use to do?

                                      BOB
                          I headed one of the chemical research
                          departments for Standard Oil in
                          Venezuela.  They got me when I was still
                          in grad school at MIT.

                                      RANDI
                                (searching.)
                          That's a good school.  And I hear
                          Venezuela is nice.  And Spanish...like.