Friday night-Saturday Morning / Yellow Brick Rd. - Black Books / Manny unpack those books
Bernard opened the door to his new shop. "Manny, grab those crates. Fran, stop trying to peek in that window. We've got a shop to run."
Fran looked at Bernard blankly, but then, she always did. "Bernard, dear, tell me again why we're moving in the middle of the night?" She suddenly turned, picked up a crate, and walked inside, not bothering to hear Bernard's answer.
Bernard lit another cigarette, oblivious to the one already in his hand, and finished bringing in the last crate - the wine.
He set it down, and poured three glasses. "Here, come have a drink."
He drank his glass down, and promptly fell asleep at his desk.
Manny looked at Fran. "Do you think we should move him?"
Fran looked up at Manny, confused. "Have we slept together?"
Fran looked at Bernard blankly, but then, she always did. "Bernard, dear, tell me again why we're moving in the middle of the night?" She suddenly turned, picked up a crate, and walked inside, not bothering to hear Bernard's answer.
Bernard lit another cigarette, oblivious to the one already in his hand, and finished bringing in the last crate - the wine.
He set it down, and poured three glasses. "Here, come have a drink."
He drank his glass down, and promptly fell asleep at his desk.
Manny looked at Fran. "Do you think we should move him?"
Fran looked up at Manny, confused. "Have we slept together?"