We see Bella walk up to a car with some red rag hanging out of her back pocket so we stare at her ass instead of noticing that she never has one smudge of dirt or grime on her when she works with automobiles. Maybe they didn't have motor oil in cars from 1963. I don't know. Will says that he's got to get to work and walks off. Scout squints at Bella. Bella looks up at him with this emaciated pitiful squint. Scout smirks back. She wiggles a finger at him. Scout watches Will walk into a restaurant and wave goodbye. The camera stops at a "Help Wanted" sign all big and bold and flashing neon, with dancing girls in front singing the "If You Worked Here, You'd Be Sleeping With Your Sister By Now" song. Scout looks at Bella. Bella smiles and looks down. Scout continues smiling and looks back at the restaurant. Close-up on the giant, red Help Wanted sign. It comes to life and says, "Why, hello, Scout! I'm the town Help Wanted sign! If you listen to me, you can get a deeper understanding of Townie life, and learn something about the meaning of a dollar. Also, perhaps the Townies would think a little more of you if you were a part of their world, too. That and the view of Bella's ass from this window is fucking incredible. Seriously."
I have two statues of Saint Clare, the patron saint of television, that sit on either side of my cable box. At this moment, right before the music kicks up again, one of the dueling Saint Clares leaps from the television stand, and plummets to my stained, cheap, apartment carpet. She gives a muffled groan as the rug burn hits her cheeks. The other Saint Clare floats down and shouts, "Get up, you whiny bitch. You aren't leaving me this easily." The dueling Saint Clares give me the finger and then take their positions back on the television stand. One of my cats tries to lick Saint Clare's fresh blood, but she shoots water out of her eyes and confuses him. I look back to find my other cat holding the remote control with his teeth, whacking the side of it against the table in an effort to hit the record button to erase the remainder of the episode. I don't really want to punish him, since I'd normally encourage this type of behavior. Instead, we all sit down to some beer. Welcome to my world.