[The mistress asks "big, black, beautiful buck" Anthony if she can sculpt him.]
All right, that's it. Look, Ms. Langford.
GGaby
Please, call me Gaby.
No, I won't call you Gaby. You haven't taken the time to learn any of our names.
GGaby
Well, that's not so. I know Anthony.
That's right, you do. First you kept us waiting for 35 minutes. And then when you decided you were bored enough to come downstairs, the only thing you've acted the least bit interested in is seducing our delivery man.
GGaby
Seducing? If that's what you think I was doing, then obviously you don't have the artistic sensibility required to work with me.
No, Ms. Langford. What I don't have that's required to work with you is patience.
Charlene
Julia --
Because quite frankly, I find you rude, horny, lazy and dumb.
Hanging up the phone Well, that's it. There are two million people in this city, and apparently we are the first ones to ever come up with the notion of renting a van after 5 o'clock in the evening.
Charlene
Why don't you try this one — Krazy Joe's Junkers. He's crazy, so maybe he stays open later.
That's who I was just talking to.
Charlene
Really? Julia, you called a guy named Krazy Joe?
Yes, Charlene. That is how desperate I am. I telephoned a man who not only calls himself Krazy Joe, but he spells crazy with a 'K' and prints the 'Z' backwards — a man who's based his entire business career on the theme of illiteracy.
Charlene
What are we going to do? Anthony is stuck out there on the 285 in the pouring rain with that awful Mrs. Fricke and all her furniture.
Well I know what to do. It's real simple too. We call the police and tell them that Anthony is an escape convict who's stolen a load of antiques and taken a white woman hostage. They'll just rush right down here with one of those big ol' paddywagons and pick Anthony up — probably even deliver the furniture.
[Anthony calls from a waffle house, as Charlene relays the conversation to the ladies]
Charlene
She's in the van still stuck on the highway. (to Anthony) I bet she's mad. I mean, I hate to criticize, but even on a good day she's kind of cranky. (to the ladies) He says she's in a good mood.
Gee. Maybe we should have stuck her out on the freeway in a leaky van a long time ago.
Charlene
What? He says she's happy because this is her last furniture shipment and if it's not delivered by midnight tonight her entire job is free.
Where would she get a bizarre idea like that?
Great, Suzanne. Why don't you just give away free pepperoni on the sofas?!
There! You see? That shows how good you'd be at sales because that wouldn't work at all. You people act like it's just so easy for me to hustle up business for this place, like I've just got to stand on the corner and go "Hey! Drapes and coffee tables!" and people just come running. Well you're wrong. I have to flirt, I have to deal, I have to lie, and sometimes I even have to threaten. THAT is called SALES. It's not pretty. I am, but it's not.
Charlene
Suzanne, I can't believe you did that. That is thousands and thousands of dollars. We can't afford to pay for all that stuff.
Hey, I sell stuff — I'm the front-end person. You're supposed to deliver it — you're the rear-end people.
[The ladies are discussing motherhood while Suzanne is busy writing a letter.]
Charlene
You know, it's interesting. I always thought of the four of us as being pretty much the same, but in terms of kids we couldn't be more different. I mean, I've got a brand new baby, and Mary Jo's daughter is about to finish high school, and(gesturing to Suzanne) you haven't even started yet.
I beg your pardon. What exactly is it that I haven't "started"?
Charlene
You want to have kids someday, don't ya?
Charlene, I don't know! It's not the kind of question I ask myself — not like those women who hang around expensive restaurants whining about my "biological clock". I assure you if I ever decide I did want a baby, I would do it instantly with a minimum of fuss and muss.
[Suzanne meets the girls at the bowling shoe rental counter...]
CClerk
What size are you?
What business is it of yours?! I'm eating rice cakes already, what do you people want from me?! Just lay off!
Charlene
Suzanne, she meant your shoe size.
(embarrassed) Oh! Hehe. Six and a half.
CClerk
Great. There you go. Just leave yourshoes with me.
CClerk
We keep your shoes so you don't walk out with the rented ones.
Do you really think that I'm going to give up my brand new Maude Frizons so that I can walk out of here wearing these multi-colored clown shoes stained with the sweat of sixty-thousand poor people? Because if that's what you're worried about, let me just say, don't worry about it.
[Having recently had a baby and feeling like nothing but a big exhausted mother blob, Charlene takes a meeting with a client...]
Charlene
I fell asleep.
Charlene
I'm not sure. I think it was right after we said hello and shook hands.
Charlene
I think about 15 minutes. We were sitting on his sofa in his office talking about putting levalors on the windows, and I just sort of nodded off. Sometime after that he woke me up... apparently I was snoring.
... and then what happened?
Charlene
I started crying.
Charlene
Well, yeah... cuz I looked down and while I'd been asleep I'd gotten these great big wet milk spots on the front of my blouse.
Charlene
It was just so humiliating.
Charlene
And then I just jumped up real quick and put on my coat.
The one with the baby spit on it?
Charlene
That's right. And thank you for telling me, Suzanne. I didn't notice 'til I'd gotten there.
Charlene
... and that's when I fell flat on my face in the reception area.
I don't think I want to hear anymore.
Charlene
I probably wouldn't have fallen except that I'd put my pantyhose on so twisted this morning I've been walking like John Wayne all day. Then my purse came open... and y'know I had that box of baby suppositories in there. They just flew everywhere. There I was, on my hands and knees, wet, sobbing, mascara running down my face, my pantyhose twisted, trying to gather up all these little white firecrackers... ...y'know. Two of the secretaries had to lift me off the floor and help me to my car. Or maybe they were throwing me out... I don't know. I never looked back.
I guess we have been sorta tacky today.
Charlene
Which I don't understand because basically, we're very nice girls.
Yeah. But we don't talk half as bad as men do. Men say things like, "Yeah, I'm gonna go out and get me some tonight."
Mary Jo. I don't know any men who say that.
Charlene
Oh yeah. Reese talks like that all the time.
[Suzanne convinces Anthony to pretend to be her maid Consuela to fool immigration.]
Charlene
I wonder what's keeping Anthony and Suzanne.
Charlene, are you serious? A six foot black man dressed like Hazel just left here with Suzanne, his co-conspirator to defraud and deceive the United States government, and you're wondering what's keeping them? Well, it's been three and a half hours. I don't think you have to wonder anymore. I think it's pretty obvious. They are in prison.
[Suzanne enters followed by Vanessa. Vanessa is carrying a box.]
Charlene
Hi, no. He's still at the school. Did you find him a present?
VVanessa
Yeah, yeah. Suzanne's helped me pick it out. It was expensive, but my man's only gonna graduate college once.
[Vanessa opens the box...]
Charlene
Oh, Vanessa. That looks gorgeous.
Did somebody eat my rice cakes?
Charlene
Well, I might've had one last night.
You might have? Charlene, it seems to me either you did or you didn't.
Charlene
All right, I did!
You know, it is funny to me that you people can eat anything in the world... cookies, bread, potato chips, entire sides of beef. I, on the other hand, have been reduced to some tasteless low cal. fish saliva, and yet for some reason you still feel compelled to come over here and chow down on it.
Charlene
I'm sorry!
[After Charlene turns juror Julia in for hearing about her case outside of court.]
(on phone) Hello, Charlene. I just wanted to thank you again for turning me into the judge. Now, the whole jury is sequestered till Lord only knows when, and I am here in Motel Hell, sharing a room with a women with no lips.
Charlene
Julia, I had to do it. We violated that law. By the way, I don't think your supposed to be making telephone calls. I'd hate to have to report this, too.
If you are so all fire, heaped up about turning people in, I believe you'll find some overdue library books in my upstairs den. Why don't you just report that too, and maybe you'll get your merit badge, you big 'ole donkey girl scout!
Charlene
Now, Julia, you sound overwrought.
Yeah, well, you're gonna think overwrought. If I miss my dinner with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter because of this, you're going to pay and pay big. I'm going to find you and hunt you down like a dog! I'm talking about you running through the woods in the snow with blood hounds ripping your clothes off! And remember, Charlene, I have your address. You'd be wise to ask yourself "Do I know where my baby is?"!
Charlene
Julia? Julia!? (hangs up) Oh my gosh, she threatened Olivia.
Charlene
She said she was going to hunt me down like a dog and hire blood hounds to rip my clothes off! Now, I thought the judge was just going to give her a warning. I didn't know she was going to be shut up in a motel room. Now, Suzanne, you know Julia. I mean, when this is all over she'll realize I had to do it and forgive me, don't you think?
I think you and your baby should get some black wigs on and get the hell out of town.
Maybe Bill can put in for a transfer. I here there's a big base up in Greenland. On second thought, Julia'd probably just strap some snow shoes to her pumps and track you down like caribou.
Charlene
I didn't know Julia had this in her.
Well, we all have things about ourselves that even we don't know.
Why don't you want to talk to Bernice?
Because that hooker she had booked on her show cancelled out.
Charlene
I know. I told her to call my friend Monette for help.
We tried that, but Monette and Atlanta's better class of prostitutes have gone to Las Vegas for a convention. Consequently, in Bernice's hour of need, Atlanta is suffering a severe shortage. Now we were out until three in the morning driving around in her cadillac looking for — as she put it — "fresh meat". I nearly wrapped the car around a post when she leaned out the window and yelled, "Work it, girl! How'd you like to strut your stuff on public access?!"
[Here is some fun banter regarding Suzanne that is often cut out of the syndicated version...]
Why'd she (Suzanne) move to Japan anyway?
Well, Suzanne was very attracted to the Japanese economy. They have a very large elderly population there, and she had dated most of the men in this country.
Well that was something about her dating that Emperor Hirohito wouldn't it?
Charlene
Oh no, Carlene. That was the nephew of Emperor Hirohito. I mean, Emperor Hirohito is dead.
... never stopped Suzanne in the past.
Just to make sure that we get off on the right foot, let's talk about how we can be more professional and well presented. On the personal side, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but someone's wearing a very offensive cologne. Incidentally, I do think it's inappropriate to bring visiting relatives to work. (To Carlene) Is there any particular reason you're lying on the sofa?
Charlene
Yes, she has premenstrual cramps.
Um... actually back home we call it F.T.S... Fixin' To Start. And then when it finally arrives, you say your cousin's visiting. And that's why it was so funny this morning when Anthony said Julia's cousin was visiting, I thought that Julia was... Fixin' To Start.... then you showed up
(to Mary Jo) Incidentally, I assume you meant for your lips to be that color this morning.
Ok. I'm just a person who believes if someone has a bird on their head you should tell them.
Charlene
Mary Jo, guess what I found in the mall last night. Carlene and I went shopping, and I had this picture of my whole family put on this button....see? Here's my mama and my daddy, all my brothers and all my sisters. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna wear it when I meet the Queen....see that way she gets to see my whole family.
Uh-huh. That will certainly set you apart from the crowd.
Let me get this straight. You're gonna wear that when you meet the Queen?
Charlene
Yeah, why?
Well, as I was just saying to Mary Jo, I believe that if someone has a bird on their head you have to tell them, and I am here to tell you that you do not impress the Queen of England by showing up with a big ol' soup plate on your breast with 49 hicks emblazoned on it!