(Angel watches through the window. Stephen seats Darla at "their" dinner table)

DARLA: Thank you.

STEPHEN: Of course, sweetheart. (smiles, sits) Was that too much? I mean we're supposed to be married, would I still be holding your chair if we were married?

DARLA: That was fine. Now just eat.

STEPHEN: When I was at the actor's studio we always struggled to find the truth in the moment. Truthfully I don't think I'd be holding your chair -- this linguini smells so, you know, true. I'm just gonna mime eating. Gotta watch the figure. So is he, you know, watching us right now?

DARLA: Just nod and smile pleasantly, Stephen.

STEPHEN: What'd this guy do to you anyway? You're going to an awful lot of trouble to teach him a lesson. Not that I mind, work is work. Last year I did this puppet theatre of the absurd believe me...

(Darla's hand slips out of sight beneath the table cloth in the general region of his crotch.)

STEPHEN: Ow-oh!

DARLA: If you don't shut up, I'm going to kill you.

STEPHEN: Okay.

DARLA: Okay.

STEPHEN: Okay.

DARLA: (to hidden mic) Lindsey, can you hear me?

LINDSEY: I can hear you. How's the linguini?

DARLA: He's here. I can feel him.

LINDSEY: We know. Just give me a few more minutes to set things in motion.

DARLA: Hurry up.

STEPHEN: Who are you talking to? (she looks at him) I'm shutting up.

written by: David Greenwalt; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted, and checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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