GMrs. Gorman
If you're the angel of death, I'm ready.
No, no I'm not the angel of death.
GMrs. Gorman
Then you could use a mint.
Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm Ray. I'm helping out here today.
So, I hear you like baseball.
GMrs. Gorman
What are you doing?
I'm Ray Barone, I'm a sports writer for New York NewsDay.
GMrs. Gorman
Oh yeah? Can you fix a radio?
GMrs. Gorman
What do you think it means when someone says they need their radio fixed?
No Ive come here to just talk to you, you know, cheer you up.
GMrs. Gorman
They finally send a man in here and it's you.
Alright listen Mrs. Gorman, I was just seeing if maybe I could get you to take your pills.
GMrs. Gorman
Fix my radio, I'll take a pill.
I don't know how to fix a radio.
GMrs. Gorman
Then youve used what's left of my life for nothin'.
Ok then, well, nice talking to you ma'am.
GMrs. Gorman
Do you sit in a press box?
GMrs. Gorman
Ive never sat in a press box before.
Well, um, if you wanna sit in a press box, you gotta get better. And if you wanna get better, you gotta take your pills.
GMrs. Gorman
Oh, you tricky tricky white boy.
(Amy comes into the kitchen in a panic)
AAmy
(hysterical, to Robert) What did you do?
(not understanding what's going on) What do you mean?
AAmy
What did you do? The invitations! (She hands Robert one of the offending invitations) My Aunt Lynn got this in the mail! What did you do?"
(panicking himself) Oh, my God! This was in the mail?!
Nothing. Nothing. This wasn't supposed to go out.
(taking the invitation from Robert) Wait a minute, what's the problem? (She finds it, and is equally aghast.) Oh, my God!
AAmy
I know! I couldn't even finish reading it because I heard someone screaming, and then I realized it was me!!!
The wedding planner lady was supposed to print it out and you were supposed to look it over--
AAmy
She said you said "send it out"!
AAmy
Well, she sent it out!
(truly hysterical) OH, MY GOD!!! (Marie comes in, holding an invitation)
(hysterical) AMY!!! OH, MY GOD!!!
AAmy
(matching their hysteria) I KNOW!!! OH, MY GOD!!!
What happened to it? (Amy points accusingly at Robert)
AAmy
Robert! Robert happened to it!
(feebly) It wasn't supposed to go out! (Amy goes over and thrusts the invitation at Robert.)
AAmy
Look at this! Hank N' Pat? N' Pat? They're not hillbillies, Robert! Hank 'N Pat McDougal request the honor of your "presents"--
Robert, you spelled "presence" like gifts!
(quietly) It wasn't supposed to go out!
AAmy
You even put the wrong date! It's the ninth, not the sixth! People are going to be showing up three days early!
And what is this: Attire optional?!
AAmy
It's black tie optional! Attire optional means "maybe naked!" (The horror of it just never ends...) There's going to be nude people! At the church! On a Wednesday!!
(quietly strained) It wasn't supposed to go out!
Ball barely made it to where my shadow was.
'Cause you got me all nuts. [makes the putt on his second try] Can't even make a freaking putt.
I don't think it's your putter's fault, Ray.
You're right. It's not the putter.
Ray [walks angrily toward Debra]: It's you.
Yep. (gets up from chair) Hi, How'd it go?
NNurse
Mrs. Barone, are there any allergies or conditions your husband may have neglected to tell us about?
(worried) What do you mean? Why?
NNurse
Well, we're having some difficulty bringing him out of anesthesia.
NNurse
He should have been out by now. He's not responding. His blood pressure's dropped below a certain level...
What is it? What, Raymond?
ABAmy Barone
What's happening?
Let me go in there. I'm his blood type.
[to nurse] No no no no listen to me, he is my brother! I can wake him up! RAYMOND!
Robert storms towards operating room doors
DDoctor
Hi, are you the Barone's?
My brother's in there! RAYMOND!
DDoctor
He's fine now. His blood pressure's returning to normal and he's coming out of it. This happens sometimes, it's a form of hypertension, but he's perfectly alright.
[through tears, to doctor] Thank you.
DDoctor
You can see him in a few minutes.
He said it went fine. It went good.
AAmy
I noticed the nurse was still buttoned.
Now listen. What happened in there, (sternly) nobody tells Ray.
