Three Wishes
July 4, 2003
Starr: What time is it now?
Nora: Don't worry, your mom and Jack will be here.
Starr: But they can't be late. I'm the star of the fairy tale festival.
Matthew: I'm in it, too.
Starr: Yeah, but I'm the narrator. If I mess up, the whole show is ruined.
Nora: Ok, I'll tell you what, I will give her a call while I go order us ice cream sodas. Mmm.
Matthew: Is there really magic like there is in fairy tales?
Starr: No, silly. They're just made-up stories about made-up people, and they all start exactly the same way.
Matthew: How?
Starr: Duh! Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. But she was very unhappy because blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
*~*
Matthew: There is too magic! My dad's watching over me in heaven!
Nora: That's right. You're right, he does.
Starr: Lucky you.
Nora: And you're right, too.
Starr: I am?
Nora: Yes, you are. I don't go in for witches, wicked witches and evil spells, but there is a lot of good magic around, all around us.
*~*
Matthew: Why aren't there any fairy tales about boys?
Starr: Well, there's Aladdin.
Matthew: Who?
Starr: It's this guy, and he finds this, like, really weird-looking lamp, and he rubs it and this, like, genie pops out, and it's a guy and he grants him three wishes.
Matthew: Cool!
Starr: But it would never happen.
[Matthew sneezes]
Rae: Bless you.
Matthew: You're a girl.
Rae: So?
Matthew: Do I still get three wishes?
Rae: One, two, three. And don't even think about wishing for more wishes.
Matthew: Ok.
Rae: We'll fly over to my office. You can tell me all the things you want.
Matthew: Huh?
Nora: If a genie granted you three wishes, what would you wish for?
*~*
Starr: I hate those stupid fairy tale people. They always wish for the most stupidest things. They're such dorks. Except for Little Red Riding Hood. Wolves didn't even scare her. She did anything she wanted.
Nora: Yes, she did, and she got into a lot of trouble for it, too, you know, as a result, if you remember.
*~*
Matthew: Jen! Are you coming to the picnic?
Jen: Uh --
Nora: He's actually looking forward to teaming up with you for the wheelbarrow race.
Jen: Matthew, I would love to, but I'm sorry, I have to bring a picnic to my mom at St. Ann's.
Matthew: Can't you just stay for the games?
Nora: Sweetie, she wants to see her mom, you know? You wouldn't leave me alone on a special day like that, would you? No, I didn't think so. How is your mom?
Jen: Better.
Nora: Good.
Jen: She's practically back to her old self again.
Nora: Hmm.
*~*
Matthew: Whoa.
Rae: So?
Matthew: I want to wish something for my mom.
Rae: Jewels are always nice -- diamonds, sapphires, rubies.
Matthew: Something bigger.
Rae: How about a charge card that never sends a bill?
Matthew: I know what I want. I wish me and my mom could live in a palace.
[Alarm rings]
[Alarm stops]
[Phone rings]
Nora: Hello? Hello, I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you. Hello? I need you to speak up, please! Hello? Just a minute. Table 34, could you just keep it down over there? I'm on the phone. Thank you. I'm sorry. Ok, what is this? Who is this? Oh, hi, Bo! Uh -- uh, sure, yeah. I mean, yeah, come on over. We're going to be home all day. Ok. Bye-bye.
Matthew: You messed up.
Rae: Excuse me?
Matthew: You didn't grant my wish.
Rae: Oh, I most certainly did. You said -- and I quote -- "I wish me and mommy could live in a palace."
Matthew: Yeah, I did, but this is a restaurant.
Rae: A palace. He didn't say The Palace?
Matthew: Fix it!
Rae: Oh. Oh, no, no, no can do. You asked for a palace, and that's exactly what you got.
[Matthew sighs]
Nora: Hey, hey, hey. Come on, buddy boy, back, back, back. Oh. Ooh, yeah.
*~*
Gabrielle: Oh, hello.
Matthew: Is Bo coming to the fairy tale festival?
Gabrielle: Oh, sweetie. Matthew, I'm so sorry, Bo has to work today. I'm sorry. You see, he's trying to -- well, he's trying to catch up on all of his extra work so that we can go away on vacation together.
Nora: Oh, you're going away?
Gabrielle: Yes, our first vacation, just the two of us, no phones or crime or anything.
Nora: Oh, well, you deserve it. I know how consumed Bo has been with the Laurence case.
Gabrielle: Yeah. Well, certainly has been a long time since I've seen the real one. I've seen that cutout poster more than I've seen him. But all that's about to change, I think.
Max: Listen, I'm starving.
Gabrielle: Oh, sorry, yes. Listen, good luck today, ok? You, too, Starr.
Matthew: Thanks.
Max: Well, hey, you must be feeling good about things.
Gabrielle: Hmm?
Max: Well, I mean, Bo's taking you away for 10 days, all alone. I bet he hasn't given the number out to anyone.
Gabrielle: No. No, I'm really looking forward to it.
Max: You're not worried about Bo going back to Nora still, are you?
Gabrielle: No. No, I'm not worried about Nora.
[Phone rings]
Nora: Excuse me. Nora Buchanan. Oh, come on. Why can't Daniel Colson handle this himself? It's my day off. I just want a little peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask, one day for peace and quiet?
*~*
Rae: Are you sure this time?
Matthew: She said it's the only thing she wants. Didn't you hear her?
Rae: You're not my only client, you know. All right. What is your wish?
Matthew: I wish my mom could have peace and quiet.
[Organ plays]
Matthew: Excuse me, I'm looking for --mom? What's wrong with her?
Rae: She's taken a vow of silence. She's going to have all the peace and quiet she has ever wanted.
Matthew: That's not what I wished for! Can't you do anything right?
Rae: You said you wanted --
Matthew: Undo it right now.
Rae: Fine. Maybe next time you should wish for something that you want, not what you think somebody else wants.
Matthew: Huh?
Rae: You only have one wish left.
*~*
Nora: Ok, kids, time to get ready.
Starr: I'm ready. I'm always ready.
Nora: Ok. How about you, buddy?
Matthew: I'll be there in a second.
Nora: All right. I'm going to go pay.
*~*
Matthew: I know what I want for my last wish, and this time I'm absolutely, positively sure.
Rae: Wouldn't you rather have something fun? You know, something like your own fire truck or -- or never having to go to school again?
Matthew: I'm not wasting my last wish on baby stuff. I know what I want. I want Bo Buchanan to be my dad.
Rae: Well, I hate to break it to you, kid, but there are some wishes even a genie can't grant.
*~*
Matthew: You're right, fairy tales aren't real. They're just stupid, made-up stories.
[Phone rings]
Starr: Duh.
Nora: This better not be the office. Hello? Yes, what? Hi. Yeah, he's right here. Hey, buddy. For you.
Matthew: Hello? Hi, Bo! You are? Ok, but don't be late. I'm in the very beginning of the show. Bye. Bo's coming to the fairy tale festival after all!
Nora: Right on. Come on.
*~*
Matthew: It's show time, mom.
Nora: Ok. You know your lines?
Starr: Of course I do. Yada, yada, yada, and they lived happily ever after.