Franken-Lies-And-the-Lying-Liars-Who-Tell

ALLISON: Are you kidding? If she can hang on till 2010, I'm getting $12 million. Tax free.
That's about a six-million-dollar tax break.
DONNA: Oh, the repeal of the death tax. I saw that on Fox, too. I guess that's fair, because
that money was already taxed once when it was earned.
ALLISON: My mom? Work? Oh, no no. It's mostly capital gains. Never been taxed, and
now it never will be. Unlike your tips. Speaking of which, how much do I owe you?
DONNA: Well, let's see. They just raised the sales tax. I guess $4.87.
ALLISON: Change a fifty?
DONNA: Sure, darlin'.
(ALLISON hands her a fifty. DONNA makes change. ALLISON gives her a ten.)
DONNA: You don't have to do that.
ALLISON: Hey. We working moms gotta stick together, right?
(DONNA smiles wanly.)
DONNA: Right.
(ALLISON gives her a wink, and she leaves, passing an URBAN COWBOY, who's just put
a quarter in the jukebox.)
Music: "Cryin' Time "—George Jones and Tammy Wynette
DONNA looks at the N, then down at the half-cleaned-up piles of sugar and salt. Slowly
she sweeps them into her palm, as the URBAN coweor sits down at the counter.)
DONNA: Can I help ya, sug?
COWBOY: Just a cuppa joe, I guess. I just got laid off. DONNA: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
You work at the plant? coweor: Naw. I'm a special ed teacher.
(Curtain.)