REBECCA: Do you know how long it's been since I've had to read for anything? Season and a half off the air, and suddenly I'm nobody again.

ANGEL: (picks up some tabloids) Well, not according to these.

REBECCA: According to those, I've slept with Ernest Borgnine, and I'm bulimic.

ANGEL: I hear Borgnine's a very skilled lover.

REBECCA: Listen to me. Poor little rich girl.

ANGEL: We've all got problems.

REBECCA: Yeah, well, right now my problem involves getting this fright-night guy off my back long enough to win this part. I've been so distracted lately I haven't had enough time to play the game. And now I'm afraid I'm losing.

(Rebecca answers a knock at the door.)

MAID: Here you are, Ms. Lowell.

REBECCA: Thank you Maria. (Accepts a garment bag and closes the door) You're what, a 44 long?

ANGEL: Why --

REBECCA: I've got a premiere tonight. Can't go without my bodyguard, can I?

written by: Tracey Stern; Original transcript by anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by chicken_cem. Checked against source by chicken_cem and me.. Full transcript at:
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