Jones is back up in the hizzousss.

FAT LADY
Two weeks.

He stops himself from hammering down with the seal.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER
Excuse me…?

Fat Lady covers her mouth, embarrassed.

FAT LADY
(loud)
Two weeks.

Richter glances at the Fat Lady but keeps walking toward the
exit.

EVERETT
And things are getting hot around here.
The rebels took over the refinery last
night. No turbinium’s going out.

THE FAT LADY is having some kind of fit. She keeps repeating
the same phrase over and over, each time SLOWER and MORE
DISTORTED, like a phonograph record running down. Everybody
stares at the poor woman. She holds her mouth and tries to
shut herself up.

FAT LADY
Twooo weeeks. Twoooooo weeeks.
Twooooooo weeeeeeks.

JANELLE
(filtered)
Wolfy’s fine, honey. Where are you?

APONE
Christ. I never saw such a
buncha old women. You want me
to fetch your slippers, Hudson?

HUDSON
Would you, Sir?

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