[Cut to living room of modernistic, expensively furnished loft condo, with morning sun streaming in through metallic window blinds. Bright, wearing "fc*uk" T-shirt, slings backpack over shoulder and walks away from Carl, toward door.]
CARL (with pained smile, buttoning dress shirt as expensive suit hangs over chair): Have a good week at school, babe!
BRIGHT (pivoting on heel, then glaring at Carl): Yeah, like you even care! The dean wants to kick me out of the physical therapy program because you put up flyers for my massage services at the baths, while a cop who'd rather see us all dead is about to run for mayor, and all you can do is fly off on another frickin' business trip. We only see each other on weekends! Dammit, Carl, do you even care about us? Do you care about anything?
CARL (irritated): Hey, what do you think's keeping you in school in the first place?
BRIGHT: Well, if I have to depend on your handouts for grad school, then maybe I don't belong there!
CARL: Oh, and what else are you going to do, huh?
BRIGHT: I'll work my ass off! I'll save up some money and move back in with-
CARL: With who? With the musician who said he'd be monogamous and then cheated on you? Or with the family that kicked you out because of us?
BRIGHT (raising voice): They didn't kick me out! I moved out to be with you!
CARL (smiling): And you are! You got everything you wanted!
BRIGHT (shouting): I don't have anything I want! Because you're never! Here!
CARL (with pained smile, reaching toward Bright): Aw, come on, Bri-
BRIGHT: Shut up, Carl! (Pivots, stalks to door, opens it, walks through, and slams it shut.)