The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[Toast]

INT: DEL MAR TRAILER HOUSE: AFTERNOON: CONTINUOUS:

ALMA JR. sits at a small, tottery Formica table. ENNIS stands and pours her a cup of coffee from a stained Mr. Coffee. WE HEAR wind blowing, rattling the trailer house. ALMA JR. looks around the nearly-empty trailer, an homage to plains life minimalism: a TV sits on a plastic milk crate in front of a battered recliner, the only other furniture besides the chipped Formica table, two wobbly chairs, and a fridge and tiny stove.     [2003 screenplay]

[memento]

Compared to the del Mar residence, the Twist residence was uncluttered.

[Fran]

During Thanksgiving dinner at the Twist house, Jack startled the self-appointed stud duck into submission by speaking vulgarly to him:

"Now you sit down, you old son of a bitch!  This is my house!  This is my child!  And you're my guest!  So sit the hell down, or I'll knock your ignorant ass into next week...."

[Ellemeno]

Over the years, Ennis had more than one wall-mounted mountain painting in his abodes.

[Toast]

Ennis's "nearly empty trailer, an homage to plains-life minimalism" is more xoterically suited for the life-style of a divorced/bachelor cowboy, living on the edges of society, than the "fairly luxurious" maximalism of Lureen's Childress townhouse.

def - Comprehensible to or suited to the public; popular.

[memento]

Round 540!!
They moved to a small apartment in Riverton, up over a laundry

[memento]

The Twist residence had adjoining dining and living rooms.

[Fran]

The road to Lightning Flat went through desolate country past a dozen abandoned ranches distributed over the plain at eight- and ten-mile intervals, houses sitting blank-eyed in the weeds, corral fences down.  The mailbox read John C. Twist.  The ranch was a meagre little place, leafy spurge taking over.  The stock was too far distant for him to see their condition, only that they were black baldies.  A porch stretched across the front of the tiny brown stucco house, four rooms, two down, two up.

[story]

[Toast]

The road to Lightning Flat went through desolate country past a dozen abandoned ranches distributed over the plain at eight- and ten-mile intervals, houses sitting blank-eyed in the weeds, corral fences down.  The mailbox read John C. Twist.  The ranch was a meagre little place, leafy spurge taking over.  The stock was too far distant for him to see their condition, only that they were black baldies.  A porch stretched across the front of the tiny brown stucco house, four rooms, two down, two up.

[story]

[memento]

Jack dwelled in a ritzy town in Texas but he dwelled upon his "fishing trips" in Wyoming.