BIRDS 1.2

Daisy: …but here we are!

Hello, Daisy. Is this a new dress?

Daisy: You noticed! John didn’t notice.

Well, come in you two. Sit down, get comfortable.

J: Our dog is sick.

Daisy: But it isn’t rabies.

Did you take him to the vet?

John: Can you believe it? Go her right on the tuck—

I’ll bet it hurt terribly, regardless of the precise location. John, wouldn’t you agree?

John: Yes, Mrs. Newcomb. Right on the tuckus.

Clark, why don’t you tell John and Daisy about your new job?

Daisy: Edie?

Yes?

Daisy: Could I sort of watch how you do things tonight? You’re the perfect hostess, and I was thinking that I might hist my own party someday.

Of course.

Daisy: I wouldn’t bother you.

Stick by me. It’s not nearly as difficult as you think.

Daisy: The hors d’oeuvre have arrived.

Put it on the table there.

Daisy: Now what?

I believe that’s everything.

Daisy: …just walking up the path.

What is she like anyway?

J: Who? Pam? I don’t think you two would get along.

I get along with most people.

J: Pam Hansen is not a person. She’s a force.

What’s that suppose to mean?

J: You’ll understand soon enough.

It’s ten past. They should be here any minute now. Are we sure everything’s in order?

C: Relax, honey. Don’t get yourself worked up. John is only being dramatic.

The champagne’s on ice, cake’s in the fridge, we have the hors d’oeuvre…