- Foyer. The couch, counter, and the floor of the apartment are liberally covered in green plastic army men.
- Eileen: Mother of God...
- Eileen: Well, I guess this means he still has a job...
- Foyer. Eileen is holding up one of the green plastic army men.
- Eileen: Maybe I should just grab a handful of these guys, for all the good André will do...
- Dining Room. Eileen is dragging André out of his bedroom. More green plastic army men coat available surfaces in his bedroom.