Sammy Simpson: Since Chocky retired he just smokes pot all day and works on that pile of shit he calls a sculpture. But they say he really didn't do much before he quit either. This isn't on the record, right? (muffled.)
The way I hear it, he did crossword puzzles all day. Sure there was that thing with the neighborhood ordinance and the open space. But basically he's just a pothead. What did you ask me again?
Cat: Chocky's role in stopping your development.
Sammy: It hasn't stopped, You can't stop progress. The road will be built. This is the same alignment the ancient people used to get up the mesa and we have honored that in design of Apostrophy Boulevard.
Cat: But not everyone has sold.
Sammy: Chocky talked the old lady out of selling - for now.
Cat: You mean he doesn't own the sculpture?
Sammy: (Laughing) He thought he did but there was a big problem with the title. (Darkening.) More than one, as it turns out.
Cat: So who owns it?
Sammy: My Grandmother, the bitch.
Cat: Wait, What? Consuela Perea?
Sammy: No, no, no. She died back in 73. Connie. Dad called her Commie. She drove him to do terrible things. He burned down his own bar because of her. What did you ask me?
Cat: Your Grandmother...
Sammy: Well, now she's dead and there's nothing she can do to stop Apostrophy now. The sale of Perea Hacienda to the County includes my road easement. There is nothing to appeal. She said it would be over her dead body.... (Trails off.) What did you ask me about again?
Cat: (Getting exasperated.) You said the old lady was your Grandmother?
Sammy: My Great Aunt, I think. Rosa.
Cat: (Shocked.) Rosa? The old lady...the lady stopping the sale is Rosa? Your maid?
Sammy: Great Aunt. She was. I’m firing her for sure this time.
Cat: How do you fire your Aunt?
Sammy: Maid. I’m firing my maid. She’s disloyal.