[ Keith is walking around the beach keeping an eye out for any familiar faces when he's interrupted by a very naked lady. From the way he startles back a step, you'd think he hasn't actually seen a few of those before. ]
Okay, woah--
[ His eyes dart from her face, down her ches-- no, the sock, before finally deciding the safest place to look is the pile of clothes she's apparently collecting. ]
I can't help you with that. [ A beat. ] Is something wrong with all of those clothes?
B.
Okay, woah--
[ His eyes dart from her face, down her ches-- no, the sock, before finally deciding the safest place to look is the pile of clothes she's apparently collecting. ]
I can't help you with that. [ A beat. ] Is something wrong with all of those clothes?