Morgan, I'm not goin' to "Kelly's Roast Beef" just cause you like the take-out girl. It's fifteen minutes out of our way.
MORGAN:
What else we gonna do we can't spare fifteen minutes?
CHUCKIE:
All right Morgan, fine. I'll tell you why we're not going to "Kelly's."
It's because the take-out b*tch is a f***in' idiot. I'm sorry you like her but she's dumb as a post and she has never got our order right, never once.
MORGAN:
She's not stupid.
WILL:
She's sharp as a marble.
CHUCKIE:
We're not goin'.
(beat) I don't even like "Kelly's."
CUT TO:
INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER Lambeau, still in his reunion formal-wear, strides down the hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students have gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red sea as he approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he checks the proof.
Satisfied, he turns to the class.
LAMBEAU:
This is correct? Who did this?
Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.
LAMBEAU:
Nemesh?
Nemesh shakes his head in awe.
NEMESH:
No way.
Lambeau erases the proof and starts putting up a new one.
LAMBEAU:
Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll find this one challenging enough to merit coming forward with your identity. That is, if you can do it.
INT. CHUCKIE'S CAR, DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They move slowly through heavy traffic, windows down. Chuckie sorts through a large "KELLY'S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives.
MORGAN:
Double Burger.
Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the bag.
