"Boy, bad time to say the wrong name, huh Miguel?" Grace asks him stupidly.
"That's true, thanks Mrs. Abott." He says to be polite.
Miguel turns to face everybody, "People should be dancing! Huh? Hey, this is a party! Come on!" Miguel faces Noah who is eating steak beside the stereo. "Noah, dance!!" Noah starts to dance, but stops when no one else joins him.
~*~
John's cell phone rings and he answers it.
"Yes, Abott Interiors."
Simone is on the phone from Harmony, "Uh, hello, this is Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald's personal physician, Dr. Philange."
"Who?" John asks.
"Yeah, I've discovered that Miguel forgot to take his brain medicine, uh, now without it, uh, in the brain of Miguel, uh, women's names are interchangeable, through-through no fault of his own." Simone explains.
"Oh my God, Simone." John says realizing who it is.
"No, not Simone, Dr. Philange. Oh no! You have it too!" Simone yells through the phone.
John hangs up.
"Hello? What kind of son of a bitch hangs up on a doctor?" Simone says to herself.
~*~
Reese and Jessica are at the buffet table.
"Hey." Reese says.
"Hey."
"Oh wow, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but, I know we had plans to meet up tonight and, ugh, I'm kinda worried about what it might do to our friendship." Reese explains.
"I know. How could we let that happen? Ugh! Well, y'know, we were away..." Jessica says.
"In a foreign, romantic country..." Reese continues.
"I blame London." Jessica says.
"Bad London!" Reese says as he takes a spatula and smacks the turkey.
"So look, umm, while we're st-still in London, I mean, we can keep doing it, right?" Jessica asks.
"Well, I don't see that we have a choice. But, when we're back home, we don't do it." Reese explains.
"Only here."
"Y'know, I saw a wine cellar downstairs..." Reese starts.
"I'll meet you there in two minutes."
"Okay!" Reese says as he hrows down his plate and runs to the wine cellar.
~*~
"That's true, thanks Mrs. Abott." He says to be polite.
Miguel turns to face everybody, "People should be dancing! Huh? Hey, this is a party! Come on!" Miguel faces Noah who is eating steak beside the stereo. "Noah, dance!!" Noah starts to dance, but stops when no one else joins him.
~*~
John's cell phone rings and he answers it.
"Yes, Abott Interiors."
Simone is on the phone from Harmony, "Uh, hello, this is Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald's personal physician, Dr. Philange."
"Who?" John asks.
"Yeah, I've discovered that Miguel forgot to take his brain medicine, uh, now without it, uh, in the brain of Miguel, uh, women's names are interchangeable, through-through no fault of his own." Simone explains.
"Oh my God, Simone." John says realizing who it is.
"No, not Simone, Dr. Philange. Oh no! You have it too!" Simone yells through the phone.
John hangs up.
"Hello? What kind of son of a bitch hangs up on a doctor?" Simone says to herself.
~*~
Reese and Jessica are at the buffet table.
"Hey." Reese says.
"Hey."
"Oh wow, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but, I know we had plans to meet up tonight and, ugh, I'm kinda worried about what it might do to our friendship." Reese explains.
"I know. How could we let that happen? Ugh! Well, y'know, we were away..." Jessica says.
"In a foreign, romantic country..." Reese continues.
"I blame London." Jessica says.
"Bad London!" Reese says as he takes a spatula and smacks the turkey.
"So look, umm, while we're st-still in London, I mean, we can keep doing it, right?" Jessica asks.
"Well, I don't see that we have a choice. But, when we're back home, we don't do it." Reese explains.
"Only here."
"Y'know, I saw a wine cellar downstairs..." Reese starts.
"I'll meet you there in two minutes."
"Okay!" Reese says as he hrows down his plate and runs to the wine cellar.
~*~