Maggie is sitting on the porch, reading. Brad walks up carrying a set of cabinets on his head.
Maggie: Hey... did you park me in again?
Brad, squinting: Uh-huh.
Maggie: You gonna be there for a while?
Brad: Nah.
Maggie: Okay.
Brad: What's that you're reading, anyway?
Maggie: "The Legacy of Desert Storm."
Brad: What the hell is that?
Maggie: The history of the Gulf War?
Brad: Ehhhh... do you have to read it?
Maggie: No.
Brad: Then why are you?
Maggie: Well, cause I want to.
Brad: (silence)
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Maggie, upon returning from JJ Pepper's to buy cat food a few minutes later, finds Brad sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette.
Maggie: Hey... your name's Brad, right?
Brad, exhaling his smoke in that slow, ultra-cool sort of way: Yeah.
Maggie: I'm Maggie.
Brad: What's going on, Maggie?
Maggie: Uh, very little.
Brad: This is some nice weather we're having, isn't it?
Maggie: Yes.
They proceed to have a conversation in which Maggie finds out Brad is from Iowa and the son of a farmer.
Maggie: Ahh, a farmer's son.
Brad: Yeah, but he never owned a farm as long as I've been alive. But I wanna own a farm someday!
Maggie: You do?
Brad: Yeah...
Maggie: Would you grow stuff on it?
Brad: Yeah...
Maggie: What would you grow?
Brad: Like, all my food and shit. And I'd have a pet cow or something.
Maggie is thinking, "This guy is definitely a stoner."
Brad: And like, you know, probably some cannabis.
Maggie suppresses laughter.
Brad, smiling: What?
Maggie: I just had a feeling you were going to say that.
Brad: And like, the coolest thing would be if it had like, a creek running through it or something.
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