Going to the Movies: The Perfect Family

April 15, 2003

Matthew: I want to pick the table.

Nora: Oh! I'm sorry.

Marcie: It's ok.

Nora: Sure, go ahead.

Bo: Jeez. Talk about energy.

Nora: Yeah, tell me about it. Thank you, Bo. It's nice for him to have a few hours with Sam off his mind, you know?

Bo: I think he deserves to have all the fun that he possibly can.

Nora: Yes, he sure does. I am so sorry that Sam kept the truth from you about Matthew.

Bo: No, what -- you don't apologize. He did it to both of us.

Nora: I know, but --

Matthew: This one, this one! Come on!

Nora: Ah! You're right. This is absolutely the best one in the whole place.

*~*

Matthew: "My name's Delicious, and I'll blow you back to Pluto."

Nora: I think his name was Malicious, not Delicious. Sit down, will you?

Bo: I don't care what his name was. Man, that was one heck of a gun.

[Nora laughs]

Nora: What's the name again?

Gabrielle: Hi.

Bo: Hey, honey. What a pleasant surprise.

Matthew: Hi.

Gabrielle: Hi.

Nora: Hi, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Hello, Nora.

Nora: We just came from seeing "voyage of the Mercons."

Gabrielle: Actually, Nora, do you think I could have a moment of your time?

Nora: Sure. Hey, want to go help Marcie with the sundae?

Matthew: Yeah!

Bo: I'll keep an eye on him.

Gabrielle: Actually, Bo, I'd really like you to hear this if that's ok. Could you?

Bo: Yeah, yeah.

Gabrielle: I owe you a very big apology. I was very wrong to steal Sam's letter, and -- well, there's no excuse for it. And I'm hoping that you will be able to forgive and forget in time.

Nora: I'll be honest with you. I don't like the fact that you have private information of mine, and I -- I don't like how you got it. What's done is done. Let's just let it go, ok?

Gabrielle: I am deeply grateful. Thank you. And you have my word that everything is completely confidential with me.

Nora: Well, thank you for that. Oh, excuse me. He is making a huge mess. Save some whipped cream for the next generation.

Bo: You know what? I think that meant a lot to Nora.

Gabrielle: I don't know about that, but it was certainly necessary.

Bo: Honey, look -- I know when you came in just now and you saw Nora, Matthew, and me just sitting here having fun --

Gabrielle: Yes it was a little unsettling. The three of you look like such a perfect family.

*~*

Nora: Guess who tried to escape from St. Ann's.

Bo: Oh, man.

Nora: Lindsay took a header down the stairs. She's at the hospital, so I guess I get to go over.

Bo: Well, better you than me.

Nora: Oh, thank you very much.

Bo: If it's ok -- think I could drive Matthew home? I'd like to see that space station that he's talking about.

Nora: Um -- yeah. That would be great. Terrific. Keep your cell phone on, and I'll keep you up-to-date with all the dirty details.

Bo: Oh, yeah, can't wait.

Nora: Yeah.

Bo: Oh, man.

Nora: Whoa! Are you going to eat that all by yourself?

Matthew: Sure. Why not?

Nora: Oh, ok. Well, while you're doing that -- I just want a little lick -- I have to go to work, ok? I'm sorry, but you get to go home with the Commish. He's going to drive you home. And, no, you can't play with his police radio. All right, tell Marianne I won't be long. Love you.

Matthew: Ok. Feeling it.

Nora: And meaning it, too.

Gabrielle: You know, I'd better go talk to Marcie. Excuse me.

Bo: Oh, ok.

Bo: You know, we're going to turn the lights and the siren on on the way home.

Matthew: Awesome.

*~*

Nora: Is Lindsay in there?

[Troy sighs]

Nora: I heard she tried to escape. Why aren't there guards outside the door?

Troy: First of all, yes, Lindsay's in there. And security's already been alerted.

Nora: Well, then, where are they?

Troy: They're on their way, Nora. Look, just in case you're interested, Lindsay's injuries are not life-threatening.

Nora: Of course they're not, doctor. E e threw herself down the stairs so that she could be removed from a secure facility to a hospital where there are no guards.

Troy: No. I don't think so, Nora. She's very confused.

Nora: "Confused"?

Troy: Yeah. She still thinks her children are still little. She thinks she needs to go pick them up from soccer practice.

Nora: And you believe her?

Nurse: Doctor, she's getting very agitated.

Troy: Excuse me.

*~*

Bo: I'm going to take off, ok, because I'm going to -- I'm going to drive Matthew by Nora's.

Gabrielle: Yeah. Yes, of course, of course. By Nora's.

Bo: Ok.

*~*