[INT. CHARLIE’S BEDROOM – MORNING]
Charlie is stretched out in his king-size bed, looking relaxed. Alan enters, holding a prescription bottle and a cup of coffee.
ALAN:
Morning, Charlie. I think you slept in my side of the bed again.
CHARLIE:
That’s because your side smells like desperation and regret.
Alan sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples.
ALAN:
I can’t sleep. Judith’s visiting next week, and I’m already dreading it.
CHARLIE:
You mean your ex-wife who’s practically allergic to fun? Just tell her the house has a strict “no judgment” policy.
ALAN:
Easy for you to say. You don’t have to make small talk with someone who thinks “fun” means alphabetizing the spice rack.
Jake wanders in, still half-asleep.
JAKE:
What’s going on? Is this the morning meeting for the Dysfunctional Sleep Club?
CHARLIE:
Only if you’re ready to pay dues—in the form of coffee.
[INT. CHARLIE’S BEDROOM – LATER THAT DAY]
Alan and Charlie are still in bed, now both in pajamas, watching TV. Jake is balancing a sandwich on his stomach.
CHARLIE:
You know, sometimes I think we spend more time in this bed than anywhere else.
ALAN:
Well, it’s comfortable, and the Wi-Fi is decent.
JAKE:
Can we order pizza in bed? That’d make this perfect.
Charlie smirks, pulls out his phone.
CHARLIE:
I’m on it.
TAG SCENE – NIGHT
Charlie, Alan, and Jake are all passed out in bed, tangled in sheets and blankets.
CHARLIE (half-asleep):
Best night ever.
ALAN (mumbling):
I’m gonna regret this in the morning…
