C Christie
So, Mi-chele! What are you up to?
Oh, okay. Um, I invented Post-Its.
C Christie
No offense, Michele, but how in the world did you think of Post-Its?
[looks across the room at Romy talking to Billy Christianson]
And I thought of them completely by myself. I mean, all Michele did was say: "What about making them yellow?"
[turns to the A Group]
Actually I invented a special kind of glue.
C Christie
Oh really? Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving us a detailed account of exactly how you concocted this miracle glue, would you?
No. Um, well, ordinarily when you make glue first you need to thermoset your resin, and then after it cools you have to mix in an epoxide, which is really just a fancy-schmancy name for any simple oxygenated adhesive, right? And then I thought maybe, just maybe, you could raise the viscosity by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process and it turns...out I was right.
Cheryl I don't believe it!
Cheryl That!
Kelly They're ba-aaack!
C Christie
Nice outfits. Post-it's must be really lucrative!
Romy, are you sure you wanna do this?
Oh yeah, Michele. I am so sure!
What the hell is your problem, Christie. Why are you always such a nasty bitch? I mean, okay, so Michele and I did make up some stupid lie! We only did it because we wanted you to treat us like human beings. But you know what I realized? I don't care if you like us, 'cause we don't like you. You're a bad person with an ugly heart, and we don't give a flying **** what you think!
(Cheryl and Kelly laugh sarcastically)
Come on Michele.
C Christie
Unbelievable! They're as deluded about their lives as they are about those hideous clothes
Lisa Actually, Christie. They have nice lines. A fun, frisky use of color. All in all, I'd have to say they're really...not bad!
C Christie
Well, we still think they're ridiculous. Don't we girls?
Lisa Why don't you just let them think for themselves for once?
C Christie
You're just jealous. Because unlike a certain ball-busting dried up career woman, I might mention, we're all happily married!
Lisa That's right, Christie...keep telling yourself that.
[Sandy Frink has arrived by helicopter, and everybody is wide-eyed at his entrance in a three-piece suit and white-soled sneakers]
That's Sandy Frink? The hell was I thinking? [goes somewhere else]
C Christie
[tries to greet Sandy]
Sandy, hi! You look so rich. I mean, great. [Frink slightly smiles at her but moves on]
Sandy Frink Michele. After all these years, you still take my breath away.
Thanks. So you must be, like, the most successful person in our entire graduating class.
Sandy Well, I guess that depends on how you define "success." If, to you, success means having a house in Aspen. one in Acapulco, penthouse in New York, mansion in Malibu, 60-foot yacht, an eight-seat Windstar, a Bell Jet Ranger, a Bentley, a personal trainer, a full-time chef, a live-in masseuse, and a staff of 24, then, yeah... I guess I am successful. But no matter how much I accumulate... there's still one thing I just don't have.
[lost in his monologue]
Your own country?
Sandy I don't have you, Michele. Will you dance with me?
Only if Romy can dance with us.
Sandy Sure. [they perform a dance rendition of Time After Time]
