Better Than Chocolate Page #6

one, two, three!

Frances, come on!

What is she going to do...

stay like this all night?

I'm going to call the press.

I'm going to call my lawyer.

- I gotta go lock up.

- I've got to get changed.

I'll be right back, okay?

Just stay where you are.

Because we are the Goddesses.

And what we need,

we take.

Come on.

I want Frances to hear this.

Yes!

But we can't go over like this.

Oh...

Make-over!

I'll just call

the television stations.

No, the newspapers.

And my neighbor.

"Hi, it's Frances,

talk now. "

Hi Frances...?

it's Kim.

I can't find Maggie anywhere.

Or Lila.

Where is everyone?

Oh, forget it. If you get this message

can you just tell Maggie that I called.

Thanks.

Hey, dyke!

- Hey, hey, baby.

- I know what she needs.

Come on man, we're late.

Forget it, f***.

Judy:
I'm going from

Shannon to Dublin...

to London...

to Botswana.

Oh!

Oh, honey...

Oh, maybe this wasn't

such a good idea.

No. No, we must go

and find this Frances.

Oh...

in my hair?

- Just a little.

- Oh, my God.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, oh, God...

I feel much better.

Come on, lesbo!

Don't you want

to play with me, huh?

I've got eight inches from hell

here for you, baby!

Oh my God,

that looks like Margaret.

It is.

Get away from my daughter you!

You stupid creeps!

Come on guys, get lost.

- Yeah, get out of here!

- F*** you.

Oh, Judy!

- Oh, sorry... sorry.

- Oh, my God!

- Dyke.

- Oh, thank you.

Open the door, Margaret.

What are you doing in there?

You've got no clothes on.

Please, open the door!

Margaret,

open the goddamn door!

- What, you're going to break in?

- If I have to.

- I am not taking sides.

- Fine.

Oh, oh my God,

Maggie, please.

Sweetheart, please,

come down out of the window.

- Maggie, please.

- I need coffee.

- Maggie, come on.

- We're closed.

- You want one?

- Why are you doing this?

I think I saw a light on

over in Tony's.

This is about Kim,

isn't it?

You think I don't know

anything about life, about love?

Well, let me tell you something.

I was in love once.

Completely.

And his name was Otis.

Otis?

Yes, and he was a back-up singer

for Wayne Newton.

Yoo-hoo, Tony!

You've got to put something on.

Oh, Maggie, he was so... he had

this little black moustache and...

Okay, you want some coffee you're

going to have to make it yourself.

- Thank you, Tony.

- You're welcome.

Hey listen,

I called my lawyer, you know.

I told Frances I would

and I did.

Goddamn this thing,

the thing doesn't fit.

I thought I loved your father.

We'd been married for two years.

I was pregnant with you, but...

Mother!

But then I met Otis and I...

oh, my God.

Hey!

Sh*t!

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, where are you?

Mom?

Maggie...?

Mom?

Oh, Maggie.

- Oh, Mom.

- Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?

I'm okay, Mom,

are you okay?

Oh, my God,

oh my baby.

Wait a second.

Who's this?

Oh my God, Tony.

It was my sister-in-law's

stupid f***ing oven.

Where is Judy?

Wait.

Judy?

Oh, look at this!

My store blows up and nobody even

comes to see me.

- It's broken, f***.

- Judy...?

- Lila...?

- Oh, there you are.

Oh, Maggie.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

I got the license number.

We have to call the police.

Good.

Oh...

Frances!

Frances, wait!

We need to call the police.

- I got the license number.

- I called the police.

And you know...

are you all right?

That's "Frances?"

Judy...

I love you.

Thank God.

You go on now...

go on.

Careful Maggie,

watch the traffic!

Here...

have a drink.

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