(Dining room. Mom holds a letter from Great Eastern in her hands.)
MOM : Eh you better fill this up you know,
DAUGHTER: (Too busy trying to burst
a blister blisters which developed from wearing high heels the whole day.)
MOM: it’s an insurance policy,
DAUGHTER: (attention caught.)
MOM: when you die ah, i will become very rich you know.
MOM: I will get a lot of money when you die!
DAUGHTER: (EVEN MORE STUNNED BY FACT THAT MOM HAD TO REPHRASE IT. )
No wonder Dad used to say she was full of curses. I should just, die. Cause my death could actually bring financial joy.