Chapter 7
Rancherita's Mexicano
Isabel, Alex, Max, Liz, Michael and Maria are at the restaurant enjoying their triple date.
Max: So Isabel, you never finished telling me about that dream this morning (Isabel clears her throat.)
Isabel: What dream?
Max: You know, that dream with that guy, ah what's his name? Michael help me out here.
Michael: Ramirez.
Max: That's right, Jesse Ramirez (Isabel clears her throat again.)
Isabel: Never heard of him.
Max: Are you sure? You don't recall a nice twenty six year old Latino lawyer who you say works for dad's firm and a man whom which you say you're married too?
Isabel: Excuse me I need to talk to my brothers, alone. (She stares hard at Max and Michael.)
Max: So you do remember. (Isabel stands up and grabs Max by the ear.)
Max: Ouch okay, okay.
Isabel: Michael don't make me come over there and do the same to you. (Michael quickly stands up.)
Max: Ouch, okay Iz that hurts. (Isabel leans into Max's ear.)
Isabel: You're an alien, suck it up. (Isabel leads her brothers away from the others.) Are you two trying to ruin this for me?
Max: No.
Michael: Never.
Isabel: Then stop bringing up Jesse.
Michael: Who is Jesse?
Isabel: He's no one.
Michael: Are you sure, because he sure sounds real.
Isabel: Well he's not okay?
Max: You're not our Isabel are you?
Isabel: What are you talking about? Of coarse I am.
Max: No you're not because if you were our Isabel then she wouldn't have had a dream about a fantasy boy that she's never even met and our Isabel wouldn't have been so thrilled to see Alex this morning since usually our Isabel likes to play hard to get with Alex.
Isabel: So what, you're accusing me of being someone I'm not?
Michael: You tell us.
Isabel: You know what, you guys are my brothers, I don't have to justify myself to you.
Michael: See that's where you're wrong.
Isabel: What?
Max: Just tell us the truth. We promise we won't get upset. Are you the real Isabel or are you the dream Isabel?
Isabel: What do you know about the real me and the dream me?
Michael: Your friends, the other Max and Michael, had a little chat with us.
Isabel: And you believed them?
Max: Not really but after the stuff they told us, we began raising questions. So are you or are you not the real Isabel?
Isabel: I am.
Rancherita's Mexicano
Isabel, Alex, Max, Liz, Michael and Maria are at the restaurant enjoying their triple date.
Max: So Isabel, you never finished telling me about that dream this morning (Isabel clears her throat.)
Isabel: What dream?
Max: You know, that dream with that guy, ah what's his name? Michael help me out here.
Michael: Ramirez.
Max: That's right, Jesse Ramirez (Isabel clears her throat again.)
Isabel: Never heard of him.
Max: Are you sure? You don't recall a nice twenty six year old Latino lawyer who you say works for dad's firm and a man whom which you say you're married too?
Isabel: Excuse me I need to talk to my brothers, alone. (She stares hard at Max and Michael.)
Max: So you do remember. (Isabel stands up and grabs Max by the ear.)
Max: Ouch okay, okay.
Isabel: Michael don't make me come over there and do the same to you. (Michael quickly stands up.)
Max: Ouch, okay Iz that hurts. (Isabel leans into Max's ear.)
Isabel: You're an alien, suck it up. (Isabel leads her brothers away from the others.) Are you two trying to ruin this for me?
Max: No.
Michael: Never.
Isabel: Then stop bringing up Jesse.
Michael: Who is Jesse?
Isabel: He's no one.
Michael: Are you sure, because he sure sounds real.
Isabel: Well he's not okay?
Max: You're not our Isabel are you?
Isabel: What are you talking about? Of coarse I am.
Max: No you're not because if you were our Isabel then she wouldn't have had a dream about a fantasy boy that she's never even met and our Isabel wouldn't have been so thrilled to see Alex this morning since usually our Isabel likes to play hard to get with Alex.
Isabel: So what, you're accusing me of being someone I'm not?
Michael: You tell us.
Isabel: You know what, you guys are my brothers, I don't have to justify myself to you.
Michael: See that's where you're wrong.
Isabel: What?
Max: Just tell us the truth. We promise we won't get upset. Are you the real Isabel or are you the dream Isabel?
Isabel: What do you know about the real me and the dream me?
Michael: Your friends, the other Max and Michael, had a little chat with us.
Isabel: And you believed them?
Max: Not really but after the stuff they told us, we began raising questions. So are you or are you not the real Isabel?
Isabel: I am.