(Noelle takes a long drag from her cigarette and stares into the camera for a moment before clouding the lense with smoke. she turns away and rolls on her back.)
NOELLE: i dont believe ghost stories. all those goofy-ass rednecks and trailer trash housewives i see on unsolved mysteries... they're all fucking liars. UFO's? hell no. ever notice how they always show up over an abandoned road or field? and its always some fucking coneheaded hillbilly or geek that sees it.
(she takes another puff and turns on her side to face the camera.)
i'm not like them. that's not why i'm doing this. you see, it's science that i'm talking about. it's reality. studies have been done on this shit. i've read up on it.
(long pause.)
see that couch right there? see that beautiful couch? thats not a couch. that's art. everything else that used to be here... the frige, the tv, the god damn six hundred dollar stereo... it was all shit. millions made in factories... just like them. but Autumn made that couch. and she only made one. and i'll be god damned if some big, hairy, dropout mover who's never had an artistic moment in his life is going to wheel it outta here to the collection agency.
(takes several drags... her face in deep thought.)
Autumn lives in that couch. that's what i'm saying. her psychic data is stored in it. i feel it. i feel her inspiration, her spiritual freedom... every time i get near it. don't ask me for complicated science babble and shit. it's intuition. when you have someone with that much artistic energy, and with as much love and lust as she had for me... it doesn't just die. it doesn't go away.
(long drag... lip wavers, then stills.)
when those big fucking ogre collection men come back up here, they're gonna do what they want with that couch. i'm strong, but i know i can't stop them with force. i can stop them, though. if Autumn were alive, she'd kill me for this. for sleeping with a man. and worse... two men at once. but she was always much to humble about her art.
(door swings open. camera blacks out.)
MOVER: god damn!
MOVER2(thick southern accent): what the hell?
NOELLE: dont be shy, guys. i'm not.