INT. A DINER IN NEW YORK CITY.
A few patrons are seated in booths or at the MAIN COUNTER. A dark-haired, middle-aged but still rather pretty WAITRESS serves coffee and toast.
SFX: FDR’s speech, muted, in the background.
SFX: The door opening with a tinkle.
A pudgy, ruddy-cheeked MAN enters. He wears a dark three-piece suit and a pork-pie hat.
The pudgy MAN sits at the counter.
What can I get you?
Bacon, eggs, toast and cream coffee sounds good.
How do you want those eggs?
Sunny-side up. [Beat. Noticing the radio] Listen, would you turn that up?
You’re a Roosevelt man?
[with a derisive chuckle]
Hardly. But I want to hear what he has to say.
The WAITRESS turns up the radio. As she does, she turns her back to the portly man, who now can view her from behind.
The WAITRESS brings a cup of coffee to the pudgy man.