Storyteller: Grr...Sal, you won't let me sing, and then you and your buddies burst into song in there...why I oughta...
MN: Oh, drop it, Storyteller, it's no big deal.
Storyteller: (sigh) Oh, all right, all right. (sits down) Long day?
MN: As ever. Where's Nora?
Storyteller: Oh, she's already hit the sack. Long day for her, too.
MN: And it's only Monday. (looks up) Uh-oh, lock the door.
Storyteller: Why?
MN: It's Pepe; he's coming down to the lobby.
(the two jump up and quickly start bolting the doors)
Storyteller: Keep your feelers to yourself, shrimp!
MN: And that's not a request!
(Nora's door opens)
Nora: (yawn) What's going on?
MN: Nothing, Nora, go back to bed.