Lucy:
Mom, is it Christmas yet?
Julia:
No, darling. Not till morning.
Lucy:
Is it morning yet?
Bea:
It's because I flooded the bathroom and the ceiling fell in and the cats ran off, that's when she started talking about Marocco and the sufi's. Mom says a sufi doesn't ask who a sufi is... so what the hell is a sufi anyway?
Julia:
Every week a new set of men, have you noticed?
Bea:
Prostitutes
Julia:
Do you think so? Where did you learn that!
Julia:
What's this? Paper hats, how useful!
Julia:
So, how was your first day at school?
Bea:
Well, a little girl wet herself.
Julia:
[
laughs] And?
Bea:
The teacher took her to the front of the class
[
pause]
Bea:
and beat her
[
pause]
Bea:
and beat her with a cane
[
pause]
Bea:
until she stopped crying and than she beat her some more
[
pause]
Bea:
and than the cane broke.
Julia:
My God, you can't go back there.
Bea:
Why not, of course I can.
[
walks away, stops and turns around]
Bea:
Only joking!
Lucy:
Mom, when can we have rice pudding again?
Julia:
As soon as the check comes from your father.
Bea:
Sure, father Christmas!
Julia:
London's cold, cold and sad. No camel, no Abdul's a jelliybean.
Bea:
No scorpions.
Lucy:
B, when you grow up would you like to be a shepherd?
Bea:
No, I don't think so.
Lucy:
[
as she interupts Bilal and Julia's love making] Are you pleased to see me?
Julia:
[
gasps] Hello darling, where did you spring from?
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