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Interior Kitchen. Sophia is sitting at the table pouring some orange juice. Dorothy enters from
the Living Room door.
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Sophia |
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Good morning pussycat, I just poured you a nice glass of orange.
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Dorothy |
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Ah, thank you. That was very nice of you.
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Dorothy picks up the glass and takes a sip. It dribbles all over her outfit,
which makes Sophia laugh.
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Sophia |
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Yeah, it works better when all that pulp doesn't clog up the
dribble hole.
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Dorothy walks to the counter and gets a rag to clean herself.
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Dorothy |
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Ma, why did you do this? |
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Sophia |
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Maury Heseltein. He won't quit with the practical jokes.
I decided I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
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Dorothy |
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Do I look like Maury Heseltein? |
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Sophia |
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A little around the eyebrows, but that's not the point.
I've got to make sure I have the perfect gag before I spring
it on him. Ah, I'm sorry pussycat. No hard feelings?
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Sophia extends her hand in friendship.
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Dorothy |
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Oh, okay ma... no hard feelings.
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Dorothy shakes her hand and is jolted by a hidden hand buzzer.
Sophia erupts with laughter.
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Dorothy |
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AHHH! You know, I could really get tired of this.
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Dorothy sits down. Blanche enters from the living room door.
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Blanche |
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Good morning girls. Dorothy, you're a mess.
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Dorothy |
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I just spilled orange juice on myself.
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Blanche |
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Oh really? I didn't notice that.
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Blanche joins them at the table.
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Dorothy |
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Pour Blanche some orange juice ma. |
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Blanche |
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Yeah, I could use some of that. I think I might be coming
down with a cold.
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Dorothy |
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Well, it doesn't come as a surprise. I mean, you've spent every afternoon this week
standing stark naked in a cold, windy studio.
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Blanche |
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Oh, I didn't catch cold at Laszlo's studio Dorothy. Laszlo keeps me
too warm for that. Too warm and too tingly. Too warm and too tingly
and too hot.
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Dorothy |
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Have some juice anyway Blanche, I'd feel better.
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Dorothy hands Blanche the dribble cup of orange juice. Blanche is about to take
a drink but decides to speak instead.
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Blanche |
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Not that we actually do anything... in the studio.
Laszlo has been a perfect gentleman so far.
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Once again Blanche is poised to take a drink from the
dribble cup, but decides to say more instead, much to Dorothy's frustration.
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I just stand there in front of him in all my luscious nakedness and somehow he manages to suppress
the urge to throw me on the floor and ravish me.
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Sophia |
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Please, if he throws you on the floor you'll both
end up in the apartment below.
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Blanche laughs and gives Sophia one of those winking
and pointing "Oh you!" looks.
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Dorothy |
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Drink up Blanche.
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Just as Blanche is about to take a drink from the cup, the doorbell rings.
Blanche sets the cup on the table and gets up to answer the door.
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Blanche |
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That must be him now. I just have to get my jacket.
We're driving to the museum together.
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Before Blanche exits the Kitchen, she drinks from the dribble cup of
orange juice with no trouble. After a few good gulps, she sets the half full cup back on the
table and exits through the Living Room door. Dorothy, confused by the fact that the cup didn't
dribble on Blanche, decides to test the cup by taking a drink. Once again, orange juice
dribbles down her blouse. Sophia finds this very amusing and laughs as Dorothy tries
to clean herself off. Cut to:
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