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That's Our Maddy!
[Interior: The typical apartment, Mary Tyler Moore-esque.]
[There is a knock on the door.]
Medea: Coming!
[Door opens. Studio audience applauds.]
Jason: Hi, honey, I'm home!
Medea: You're late. [She inspects him.] Is that lipstick on your collar?
Jason: Oh, don't start, honey, you know how it gets at work.
Medea: I'm going to have to do something about your boss's daughter. She may be your client, but I'm still your wife!
Jason: Why don't we invite her over for dinner, and you can see that she's really not that bad?
Medea: Very well. We'll do it tomorrow.
[Star wipe, to the next day.]
Medea: We're so glad you could come to dinner.
Young woman: Me too. I hear so much about you at the office.
Medea: I certainly hope so. [Medea shoots daggers at Jason.] So what is it you do at the office?
Young woman: Oh, my father has me working very closely with Jason. We've struck up quite a friendship.
Medea: I'll bet. [Studio audience reacts.]
Young woman: So where are your kids? Jason tells me you have two lovely children.
Medea: Oh, I'm sure they're sleeping. They had a long day at school.
Jason: It's that bilingual education. I know that's the way they do things where Medea comes from, but this is America.
Young woman: Now, now. I'm sure Medea's perfectly right in teaching your children all about where she comes from. Where exactly is that?
Medea: Chihuahua.
[Star wipe to the characters sitting in the parlor after the meal.]
Young woman: I must say I adore your fashion sense, Medea. Where did you get that lovely blouse?
Medea: Oh, just a little something I picked up at Sun Coast. Would you like to borrow it?
Young woman: How sisterly of you! Yes, I would love to! Send it with Jason one of these mornings, will you?
Medea: Certainly.
[The evening wraps up. Star wipe to the next morning, children's bedrooms.]
Daughter: Mommy, I don't feel well.
Son: Me either. My tummy hurts and my skin itches.
Medea: I'll just have to call your father, he'll come home and take care of you.
Daughter: I like Daddy's new friend. She's a nice lady.
Medea: When did you ever meet her?
Daughter [cutesy, saccharine]: Uh, oh, I'm in twubble!
[Tagline, repeated] Medea: These kids of mine.
[Studio audience laughs uproariously.]
[Interior: The typical apartment, Mary Tyler Moore-esque.]
[There is a knock on the door.]
Medea: Coming!
[Door opens. Studio audience applauds.]
Jason: Hi, honey, I'm home!
Medea: You're late. [She inspects him.] Is that lipstick on your collar?
Jason: Oh, don't start, honey, you know how it gets at work.
Medea: I'm going to have to do something about your boss's daughter. She may be your client, but I'm still your wife!
Jason: Why don't we invite her over for dinner, and you can see that she's really not that bad?
Medea: Very well. We'll do it tomorrow.
[Star wipe, to the next day.]
Medea: We're so glad you could come to dinner.
Young woman: Me too. I hear so much about you at the office.
Medea: I certainly hope so. [Medea shoots daggers at Jason.] So what is it you do at the office?
Young woman: Oh, my father has me working very closely with Jason. We've struck up quite a friendship.
Medea: I'll bet. [Studio audience reacts.]
Young woman: So where are your kids? Jason tells me you have two lovely children.
Medea: Oh, I'm sure they're sleeping. They had a long day at school.
Jason: It's that bilingual education. I know that's the way they do things where Medea comes from, but this is America.
Young woman: Now, now. I'm sure Medea's perfectly right in teaching your children all about where she comes from. Where exactly is that?
Medea: Chihuahua.
[Star wipe to the characters sitting in the parlor after the meal.]
Young woman: I must say I adore your fashion sense, Medea. Where did you get that lovely blouse?
Medea: Oh, just a little something I picked up at Sun Coast. Would you like to borrow it?
Young woman: How sisterly of you! Yes, I would love to! Send it with Jason one of these mornings, will you?
Medea: Certainly.
[The evening wraps up. Star wipe to the next morning, children's bedrooms.]
Daughter: Mommy, I don't feel well.
Son: Me either. My tummy hurts and my skin itches.
Medea: I'll just have to call your father, he'll come home and take care of you.
Daughter: I like Daddy's new friend. She's a nice lady.
Medea: When did you ever meet her?
Daughter [cutesy, saccharine]: Uh, oh, I'm in twubble!
[Tagline, repeated] Medea: These kids of mine.
[Studio audience laughs uproariously.]
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