SERRA'S husband's business partner sits behind a desk in a shabby office.
Behind him are various posters of snowmobiles.
SERRA sits across from him.
She's holding a brochure for the latest Snowmobile model.
SERRA
Whatd'ya say handsome? How 'bout you and me take one of these babies out for a test drive?
BUSINESS PARTNER
I'd love to Serra but with your husband out of town I'm afraid I'd just feel a little funny about it. I mean after all, the man's my business partner.
SERRA
Oh for criminy sake, why don't ya take your nuts out of your little Gucci purse, grab your noodle, and act like a man?
BUSINESS PARTNER
I don't know.
SERRA unbuttons her blouse.
SERRA
Well before you and your boyfriend Lance Bass head off to the next Clay Aiken concert, why don't ya feast your eyes on mama's jugs?
She pulls open her bra. The BUSINESS PARTNER'S eyes grow wide.
SERRA (CONT'D)
Betch ya never seen high beams this bright. Careful...
She grabs her breasts and wiggles them back and forth like twin flashlights.
SERRA (CONT'D)
Ya might go blind.
Shot of BUSINESS PARTNER'S face moving side to side as if he's watching a tennis match.
SERRA (CONT'D)
That's right fella, looks like global warming has caused a couple giant snow caps to break free.
She lifts her skirt and starts rubbing herself through her panties.
SERRA (CONT'D)
It's time to drill, baby! Drill hard and drill deep. Come on ya tree-hugging hippie! What'ya wait'n for, congressional approval?
The BUSINESS PARTNER walks up to her and unzips his pants.
SERRA licks her lips and grabs his penis.
SERRA (CONT'D)
Better get ready Santa, cuz mamma's about to melt the north pole.
