Andrea Allen: [answering cellphone] Hey...
Jodi Allen: [comes rushing down the stairs, phone in hand] Mom, I can prove it!
Andrea Allen: Prove what, honey?
Jodi Allen: That Nick stole my camera! Remember that call, there was nobody on the line? Well, I checked the phone records...
[there's a knock on the door]
Jodi Allen: Hold on.
[checks, inhales sharply]
Jodi Allen: Oh, my God, he's at the door!
Andrea Allen: You don't have to open it. You want me to come home?
Jodi Allen: Uhm...
Andrea Allen: I will, if you want me to. In fact, honey, I'm just gonna come home, I'll be there in ten minutes.
Jodi Allen: [insistent banging on door] No, it's okay. I'll - I'll just see what he wants.
Andrea Allen: Jodi...
Jodi Allen: Don't worry, I'll be all right.
Nick Thompkin: [as Jodi opens door, dirty mechanic:] You call my house?
[no answer]
Nick Thompkin: Did you call me?
Jodi Allen: Why did you steal my camera?
Nick Thompkin: Because you were taking pictures of me, and you didn't ask me if you could.
Jodi Allen: How did you get our house number?
Nick Thompkin: The Internet.
Jodi Allen: So you called our house, made me go inside to answer it, and hopped the fence and stole my camera?
Nick Thompkin: [laughs, nods] That's right! You're good.
Jodi Allen: And then you put it on the back porch and made me look like an idiot.
Nick Thompkin: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't mean to make you look like an idiot. But if that happened, I'm gonna consider it a bonus.
Jodi Allen: I'm gonna tell the cops what you did!
Nick Thompkin: Wow! First Lisa, now you! Terrific! Go ahead and call the cops. And I'll show them the pictures you took of me.
[whispers:]
Nick Thompkin: Half-naked. Yeah, I downloaded your camera files onto my hard drive.
