The door again opens, and Gail and Mark enter. As Gail hangs her coat in the closet, Mark reads the sign on the doorknob.
[with the slow atonality of someone who's reading aloud] "Come on in... I'm just making a few last-minute preparations for the showing. There should be drinks and glasses in a cabinet in the sitting room--it'll be the middle door on your left." Drinks... awright!
Not for you, little bro. You're underage. Come on.
Like so many before them, they enter the main hall.
