Intro Miranda, Enter Harold

I can never find anything! How could the paring knife be lost! Aaaaah!

Ok. Calm down. There has to be some some other way to chop celery.

Hmmmm...ummm.

Scissors!

ooooh, that works nicely. Damn I need to get a bulb for that light. It's so dark in here. Why do I even need celery anyway? Why do I even cook? I'm not hungry. Why do I eat so many fig newtons? Maybe I should call Carl and see if he has my paring knife. Hhhhhhh, Miranda, stop making excuses to call him. He moved out seven months ago. You think he wouldn't think you were any more of a nut if you asked him if he had your knife.

Huh, maybe shopping cart lady has a paring knife, she always has celery...maybe she makes ants on a log or feeds it to a rabbit. Damnit, Andy, why would she have a rabbit and you don't even know if carrots eat celery...aaahh I can't even talk to myself.

That's it I'm going to sit down. Mmmmm, rocking chair. Maybe I should rearange the furniture. Ever since Carl left I can't fill up this room. And every time I move things around this damn chair ends up facing the door like I'm waiting for him to come back. Well he does have a key. That's it I'm going to the kitchen store. Is someone at the door? Carl! Aaah! Aaah! What the..."Umm, Can I help you?"