BERNICE:		Clarice, what are you going to do today, besides irritate me?!

CLARICE:		I don't know, what do you want to do?

BERNICE:		I am doing what I want to do.

CLARICE:		Well, you can't spend all day doing the crossword puzzle.

BERNICE:		You're right, at this rate it's going to take all week.

Bernice balls up the crossword puzzle and throws it away

CLARICE:		What did you do that for?

BERNICE:		It's obvious you came out here for a reason, so out with it.  
                        What do you want to do?

CLARICE:		(smiling) Well, I thought today would be a perfect 
                        opportunity to clean.

BERNICE:		You stay out of my closets.

CLARICE:		Bernice, you have got a closet full of garbage bags stuffed 
                        with clothes you haven't used in years, I think it's high
                        time you threw them out!

Clarice smiles, quickly stands and starts to exit.

BERNICE:		Clarice, you stay away from my closet!

CLARICE:		Bernice, it's junk and I'm throwing it away!

BERNICE:		Into the street?

CLARICE:		Into the street! 

BERNICE:		(jumps to her feet) If the clothes go, the novel goes.

CLARICE:		My novel?

BERNICE:		It sure isn't mine.

CLARICE:		It's not the same as clothes.  That novel represents my
                        life's work.  My memoirs.  My immortality.  My ...

BERNICE:		You've got five corrugated JohnnyWalkerLiquor boxes full of 
                        scribbled on notepaper.  That hardly constitutes a novel.

Clarice begrudgingly returns to the bench and sits.

CLARICE:		This is blackmail.

BERNICE:		(smiling)  I know.