(All four wake up. Julius has not had much sleep, as he stayed up to read. Marvin has a quarter hamburger on his nightstand. Phil's bed has many melted Junior Mints on it. TA's sheets are completely on the floor, as they are most mornings.)
TA: Well boys, another day ahead of us. What do you think we ought to do today?
PN: Well, some breakfast would be nice. What do you guys want?
MS: Some sausages would be very nice-a!
JS: Scrambled eggs and maybe a little French bread for me, I'm not that hungry.
TA: Sausages for me as well, Phil. You want some help cooking?
PN: Oh, no thanks! (He gets up and proceeds to begin breakfast in the kitchenette.)
TA: Now, what was it you wanted to do today, fellas?
MS: I think I'll stay rrrright here! (Eyes Muppaphones.) I'll get around to watcheeng that new DVD you bought, what was it-a, "El Marrraichi"?
TA: Yep, that's it. Anyway, so Julius, what are you gonna do?
JS: Some golf would be nice, and then maybe a trip to the bookstore.
TA: Fair enough. Hey Phil, you wanna do something today?
PN: Actually, yeah! Oh Marvin, is that theater still playing "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?"
MS: Yes-a, Phil!
PN: Hey TA, you wanna see that, and then maybe get a pizza to bring back here?
TA: Sounds good to me, Phil. Hey Julius, you wanna meet up at the bookstore?
JS: Oh yeah, that'd be great. I think I'll go get dressed for that golf game. (He heads out of bed, grabs his clothes from one of the four armoires lined up next to the computer room and heads inside there to change.)
PN: Oh, fair enough. If he's going golfing, when does that movie start?
TA: Hmmm, let me check the... whoops, can't go in there, Julius's changing. I'll check the paper instead. (Heads out to front door, opens it, grabs paper and begins to read movie listings.) Well, there's a 2:40.
PN: Sounds good to me!
TA: Alright then. Hey Marvin, there's a quarter pizza in the fridge and a leftover steak for lunch, alright?
MS: Sounds goooood!
PN: Hey fellas, breakfast is up! Julius, you ready?
JS: Oh yah, yah, I'm ready! (He steps out of the computer room wearing a blue polo shirt, black shoes and the ugliest pants you've ever seen.)
PN: Alright, here you go. (He sets the food on the bar set.)
MS: I think I'll take mine over on the couch.
TA: Fair enough, let me come with you, actually. (They grab their sausages and head to the couch to watch "Good Morning America".)