(apartment, Chester is on a short stepstool hanging a painting while Vivica looks on.)
Vivica: Don’t hurt yourself up there, do you need a hand?
Chester: (grunting) No, I’m good. Hey, while it’s on my mind, I ran into Dave and the guys today and we’re all gonna go to Atlantic City next weekend. I just wanted to run it by you so you’d know.
Vivica: Well, I’m sorry honey but you can’t leave next weekend. We’re having the Hammans over for dinner on Saturday night.
Chester: Oh, ok. Yeah, right. I remember that now. Well, I guess at least that’ll mean that I’ll be able to play golf with Chris that Sunday.
Vivica: No honey, remember? You promised you’d get started on the rock garden Sunday afternoon.
Chester: Huh. Yeah, I guess I did.
Vivica: Sorry honey.
Chester: Hey, that’s fine. No biggie. How does the painting look here?
Vivica: Move it to the left a little bit.
Chester: My left or your left?
Vivica: What? Well, either. We’re facing the same direction.
Chester: Yeah, but which is it? My left or your left?
Vivica: Um, your left.
Chester: Yeah, I thought so. My left.