Pull back and to the side so we can see more of Augustin. She turns on Augustin again, but she’s starting to lose her ferocity.
I already said you’re fat… and I don’t like you. So I guess I don’t have a fourth point.
All three of them. Angel walks away, trying to collect her thoughts. Desiree sits with her arms crossed. The entrance is visible on the right. The tip of a cane pokes through the door.
Fine! I –
Angel has positioned herself against the far wall. The Old Woman who walked out in the beginning has returned. She is tiny, and hunched with age, and still wears the curlers. She takes no notice of anybody, and passes directly between them.
Same. The Old woman continues towards the seats with the hair dryers.
I can see where this argument is going.