kitchenwitches2-2.txt

Opening of scene

ISOBEL: Oh! Stephen! I was just... I thought the place needed a bit of tidying up.

STEPHEN: The crew will do that in the morning, you know.
ISOBEL: I know, but I couldn't sleep. Might as well make myself useful.

ISOBEL: I know, but I couldn't sleep. Might as well make myself useful.
STEPHEN: Okay. [turn to walk away]
ISOBEL: You?

ISOBEL: I know, but I couldn't sleep. Might as well make myself useful.
STEPHEN: Okay. [turn to walk away]
ISOBEL: You?
STEPHEN: What?
ISOBEL: What are you doing here?

STEPHEN: There are only so many corridors in a hospital. Once you've walked them all about a hundred times you start getting dizzy. And that hospital smell.
ISOBEL: Yes. Do they know anything?

STEPHEN: They're not sure. They just told me to go home, get some rest, come back in the morning.
ISOBEL: That's probably best.

STEPHEN: Oh, yeah - rest. Right.
ISOBEL: You know, I bet you haven't eaten a bite all day. What you need is a good nourishing meal.

STEPHEN: I'm not hungry.
ISOBEL: Maybe not, but it'll give us something to do.

STEPHEN: Really, I don't need you to fuss...
ISOBEL: What fuss? I'll just throw a few things together, then we can sit and have a nice chat and...

STEPHEN: Will you stop trying to mother me!
ISOBEL: Is that what you think I'm doing?

STEPHEN: Will you stop trying to mother me!
ISOBEL: Is that what you think I'm doing?
STEPHEN: Aren't you?
ISOBEL: Right now, all I'm trying to do is make you a sandwich.

ISOBEL: We were the first ones to wear dog collars on our ankles.

ISOBEL: Oh, we were quite the pair! Sourdough or rye?

ISOBEL: He taught your mother how to drive in that car.

ISOBEL: Mustard or mayo?

ISOBEL: So I didn't wait - I got on the next plain to Paris. A little ground pepper?

ISOBEL: ...just two hormone-driven teenagers bumping uglies again... Oh, I'm sorry - I've said too much...

ISOBEL: So we quietly arranged it with an adoption agency and the day after you were born, you became part of the Biddle family, and I started up the career ladder.

ISOBEL: Every time Larry came down to Chicago he'd bring photos of you, report cards, and... look.

STEPHEN: What's that?
ISOBEL: A lock of your hair. Two of your baby teeth.

ISOBEL: apparently, that was the first time a funeral was reported in the sports section.

ISOBEL: It may have been a little unconvenient but - not so terrible, really. Was it?

ISOBEL: But if I could fit into your life somewhere... well, that would be a greater gift than I could ever deserve.

ISOBEL: How about some coffee and dessert. I think we still have some of those pastry shells...

STEPHEN: [Grab her hand] Isobel?
Hmm?