The front door opens in a house somewhere in Windsor Village.
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Chelly: Ehhhhh … .
Rocky: What's the matter, honey?
Chelly: Uh, Rocky … ? Darling … ? I … I … I …
Rocky: Yes?
Chelly: I did it.
Rocky: You did it? That's an official city vehicle!
Chelly: Well, I had to get to the doctor's office, didn't I? I was backing up, and all of a sudden there was this pole…. And you know what a terrible driver I am. Little ol' me, driving that big old SUV? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha?
Rocky: Well … I guess I can take it to the official city garage — they can afford to fix it better than we can.
Chelly: Oh honey. Let me give you a great big official city kiss!
(Laughter, applause, fade-out.)
At City Hall, Rocky's phone rings.
Rocky: Hello? Chelly? I can barely hear you — where are you? What's all that commotion?
Chelly: Oh, it's that Paris Hilton — there's a whole lot of photographers waiting for her down here at the police station.
Rocky: The police station? You're at the police station?
Chelly: Now, don't say it like that. It's just a little mix-up. I forgot to fill out some forms, that's all.
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