Scene: Jane and Sam are sitting on the couch in Sam's living room. They are watching TV and eating some snacks. Jane: (yawning) I'm so tired, Sam. Sam: (laughs) It's only 9 pm, Jane. You're such a grandma. Jane: (rubbing her eyes) I know, I can't help it. Maybe I should go home and get some rest. Sam: (grinning mischievously) Or...you could smell my feet. Jane: (makes a disgusted face) Ew, Sam! Gross. Sam: (laughs) Come on, Jane. I promise it'll wake you up. Jane: (shakes her head) No way. I don't want to smell your stinky feet. Sam: (grinning wider) Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Jane: (shakes her head again) No, I'm serious. (yawns) I think I'm going to... (Jane suddenly passes out and falls onto the couch) Sam: (gasps) Jane! Jane, wake up! (Sam frantically shakes Jane, but she doesn't respond) Sam: (panicking) What am I supposed to do? Should I call 911 or something? (Sam suddenly remembers her idea) Sam: (thinking out loud) Wait a minute...maybe... (Sam quickly removes her shoes and socks and puts her feet near Jane's nose) Sam: (smiling) Come on, Jane. Smell my feet. It'll wake you up. (After a few seconds, Jane suddenly stirs and opens her eyes) Jane: (groaning) Ugh, what happened? Sam: (grinning triumphantly) See? I told you it would work. Jane: (smiling weakly) I guess you were right. Thanks, Sam. Sam: (grinning wider) Anytime, Jane. Anytime.