Shelly

(Seems not to notice what's going on beyond the divider) So, George, what are you doing now? I hear you got some kinda television, writing - thing?

George

(Slowly backing away, he's not at all committed to the conversation) Yeah.. television.

Nurse

Let me help you out with that. Here, just slip it over your head..

Denise

Oh.. thank you.

Shelly

(Nodding) Well, it's about time. We thought you were gonna wind up on the street. (As the bath is going on, George is now completely mesmerized) What is it you're doing, exactly?