ADELINE

How much ice would you like, sir?

STANLEY

Well aren’t you attentive!

(His voice is more menacing now.)

Last time you did it all wrong.

(A look of fear and panic flashes across ADELINE’s face as she begins to fill the cup with ice. STANLEY laughs, but doesn’t take his eyes off the cup.)

ADELINE

Tell me when, sir.

STANLEY

I’m not sure I know exactly when myself. How am I supposed to know when there’s enough? How much is too much?

(ADELINE silently continues to put ice in the cup; STANLEY’s eyes never stray.)

STANLEY

Please stop. That’s fine. Thank you.

(ADELINE puts down the ice and fills the rest of the glass with water, stopping right before the cup overflows.)

ADELINE

Ok, sir. I’ll be right back with your pie.

(ADELINE turns to leave again when STANLEY grabs her wrist, more forcefully than before.)

STANLEY

Don’t forget. No whipped cream.

(ADELINE stares at his hand on her wrist.)

ADELINE

Of course, sir.

STANLEY

Thank you, Adeline.

(Smiling)

West Park diner just does the best for its customers, doesn’t it?