LONNA Hold it! Hooold it! Hoooold the door! DAVID (To his phone.) Because I need more time. I can’t be in two places. You know this. Can we just cooperate please? LONNA Hands full here, big guy! Door! Hold! (DAVID and LONNA move past one another and each gives the other a disapproving look. The door closes. LONNA pauses, kicks the door, puts a bag down, and tries to open it but fails.) DAVID That’s exactly right. This IS about letting him down. I understand that. I understand that. (Pulls phone away from his ear and looks at LONNA for sympathy, then shrugs and talks into the air.) I understand that. I understand that. (Puts his phone back to his ear.) Hello? Helloooo? Jamie? Ugh. LONNA Hung up on you huh? I don’t blame them. DAVID Excuse me? LONNA Your little conversation. That’s what you get for not paying attention to other people. DAVID If you must know, my signal dropped. Shouldn’t you be off to your private yacht instead of harassing the proletariat? LONNA I’d love to but… The-Door. Is-Locked. DAVID You have to turn the handle. But thank you for yelling in the background during my life-altering phone call. Hey, this door is locked. LONNA Tadaaaa! DAVID Well, I guess you’ll have to take the loot from your therapy shopping the long way. Good Luck. LONNA (Whispering.) That side’s locked too. DAVID Damnit! This side is locked too! LONNA Ahoy! Welcome aboard. Toot toot.