A Life Less Ordinary Page #2

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[Knocking]

[Knock on door]

Oh.

[Knock on door]

Lily?

[Pounding on door]

Lily?

JACKSON:
Mr. Robert Lewis?

ROBERT:
Yeah, that's me.

My name is Jackson.

This is my associate

Ms. O'Reilly.

We're from the Firm But Fair

Eviction & Collection Agency.

I have a list of certain items

we're empowered to collect...

under federal and state law...

in lieu of unpaid debts.

Furthermore, we are contracted

to serve upon you...

notice of eviction from these

here premises, uh, forthwith.

ROBERT:
I beg your pardon?

O'REILLY:
We can do this

with violence or without.

It's up to you.

The client pays our

medical bills, but not yours.

Well?

Oh, without, please.

JACKSON:
[Whispering]

Good choice.

MAN:
OK, let's go.

SECOND MAN:
All right.

[Engine starts]

NAVILLE:
Cannot believe this.

[Sighs]

Do you have any idea...

how difficult it is to find

a good husband in this town?

Hmm?!

Or a good dentist, come to that?

[Horns honk]

NAVILLE:

Playing this sort of game...

you have disgraced yourself

once again.

You caught him

through the frontal lobe...

so apparently he'll live.

But he'll never practice

orthodontics again...

that's for sure.

WOMAN ON P. A:
Mr. Schneider,

call extension 487.

Mr. Schneider,487.

My main fear is you're going

to end up like your mother...

who long ago found her own

natural level in society.

That is to say

she scuttles along the bottom.

CELINE:
Her biggest problem

was marrying a man like you...

a mistake I have taken

great care to avoid.

You...

are gonna go to work, my girl.

CELINE:
What?

[Elevator rings]

NAVILLE:
You have spent

a quarter of a century...

watching the tide

go in and out...

but from tomorrow,

you are going to work...

here, under my supervision.

You're gonna learn

the essence of business...

about money and how it flows

relentlessly back...

towards he who owns it.

How to generate

a profit from a loss...

a loss from a profit.

You are gonna work.

[Elevator bell dings]

NAVILLE:
This may not strike you

as very palatable.

ROBOT:
Seven...

NAVILLE:

It may make you want to vomit.

NAVILLE:
But you will get used

to the taste.

And pretty soon,

you'll be spooning it down...

and asking for more

like all the other kids.

[Door opens]

ROBOT:
Eleven...

ROBERT:
Mr. Naville, I presume?

ROBOT:
Eleven...

ROBERT:
You think you can

replace me with a robot?

ROBOT:
Eleven...

ROBERT:
Well, get this!

ROBOT:
Eleven...

ROBERT:
Aah!

ROBOT:
Twelve...

thirteen...

ROBERT:
F***.

ROBOT:
Fourteen...

ROBERT:
Ohh!

Nobody f***ing move!

Nobody f***ing move!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

ROBERT:
Everyone on the floor!

Everyone!

Everyone!

ROBOT:
Four, five...

six...

[Slurred] seven...

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