INT.BILL’S FISHMONGERS. DAY
WOMAN WALKS INTO SHOP
WOMAN:
Morning Bill. Y’know something? Whenever I walk in here I have to resist the urge to jump right up on that counter of yours and just spread my legs.
BILL SQUARES HIS SHOULDERS AND PULLS IN HIS PAUNCH
BILL:
Is it my athletic build, coupled with a charismatic personality, not to mention a fine line in kippers?
WOMAN:
No, it’s the white coat, the hairnet and the little plastic gloves – you were right about the kippers, though.