Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 8 - Post and Prejudice - full transcript

Previously on "Army Wives"...

She's okay.
Haneen should be just fine.

I suggest you two go out on a date.

I'm willing to give it a try.

You two have been selected to lead
the mission rehearsal exercises.

Take this ridge out of
play for possible ambush.

Go ahead.

There's been a change
in the battle plan.

I know what it takes to lead
in combat, and believe me,

you don't have it.

And I'm gonna kick... Your... Ass.



Hey, mommy's home.

Only for a few minutes.

Well, you do have time for lunch, right?

- Lunch.
- If it's quick.

It's not only quick my dear...

it's ready.

First course-- ginger
shrimp thai dumplings.

You mince the shrimp--

and let it marinate for
three hours in ginger sauce.

Add a little fresh cilantro and sca--

scallions.

Glad you like 'em.

Grocery list?

Adjusting my battle strategy.



It's a good thing these
war games start tomorrow.

I'd like my wife back for at least
a little while before she deploys.

I'm gonna mop
the floor with Evan Connor.

~ Willow's Team ~

- Do you know how to knit, Haneen?
- Uh... Knit?

You know, um, knit, like...

- I don't.
- Well, you're gonna learn.

It's important that you keep
your hand moving and flexible.

Knitting is easy.

I'll show you.

Go ahead. We're done for today.

- Thank you, Mrs. Sherwood.
- Sure.

{\pos(192,235)}It's nice to see how
well those two get along.

{\pos(192,235)}Oh, yeah.
Emmalin loves being the big sister.

{\pos(192,235)}- Haneen's such a sweetheart.
- Yeah.

{\pos(192,235)}I just wish things were better
between Emmalin and her father.

Well, just give it time.
That's what I'm doing with Frank.

You said the dates
are going really well.

I think they are. I'm just not sure
that Frank is as convinced as I am.

But Haneen's doing well. You know she's
gonna need more therapy on her hand

- when she gets back to Iraq.
- For how long?

It's not my field, but surgeries
like that need months of rehab.

- That's gonna be expensive.
- Not as much as here,

but it does require a specialist.

I don't think her aunt and
uncle have money for that.

She has to have the therapy, Claudia
Joy. Otherwise, her hand could atrophy.

What are you thinking?

We have over $5,000 in
the discretionary fund at the F.R.G.

Why not donate a portion
of that to Haneen?

With the two of us spearheading
it, it should sail right through.

You really want me there?
I'm not sure if I'd be much of an asset.

Absolutely, I want you there.

Right beside me, like always.

Thank you.

There are a million ways
to save money, like the...

shampoo your family uses.
When you're halfway through,

fill the bottle with water
and stretch it out,

like I used to do with my dad's whiskey.

The point is, cut corners where you can.

I was so broke right out of college

{\pos(192,245)}that I used to buy my dinner from
the dented-can bin at the market,

{\pos(192,245)}and sometimes, the cans
didn't have wrappers on 'em.

{\pos(192,245)}So I didn't know what
dinner was until I opened them.

{\pos(192,245)}Once, my mystery can was dog food.

{\pos(192,245)}You kick serious butt as a teacher.

{\pos(192,245)}Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where do you want to go for coffee?

{\pos(192,245)}No. First, I need to hear
the end of that dog food story.

{\pos(192,245)}Yeah. Did you chow down?

{\pos(192,225)}No, Roland.
But thank you for going there.

{\pos(192,225)}I've done a few things
in my life I'm not proud of,

{\pos(192,245)}but thankfully, eating
dog food isn't one of them.

{\pos(192,245)}Mrs. Moran, can I talk
to you for a second?

{\pos(192,205)}- Sure, Julie.
- Ah. We'll catch you outside.

{\pos(192,225)}First thing-- it is Pamela,
not Mrs. Moran, okay?

{\pos(192,225)}I didn't want to talk about
this in front of the others,

{\pos(192,225)}but I have this little problem.

{\pos(192,225)}What?

{\pos(192,225)}My husband.

{\pos(192,185)}Oh, no, it's-- it's not like that.

{\pos(192,225)}Jack's great and everything.
It's just that...

{\pos(192,225)}he likes to spend money.
Like, last month,

{\pos(192,225)}he bought this new flat-screen
tv, which is really nice,

{\pos(192,225)}but now we're broke.

{\pos(192,225)}So... return it?

{\pos(192,225)}- I suggested that.
- And?

{\pos(192,225)}Jack likes the tv.

{\pos(192,225)}Yeah, I've been there.

{\pos(192,225)}And now he has his eye
on this blu-ray player.

{\pos(192,225)}It sounds like Jack is the one
who should be taking this class.

Well, that won't happen.

If you can't control
your husband's spending,

then it sounds like
you need more income.

I have a 2-year-old at home.
I can't look for normal work.

What about working
from the house?

Lots of army wives do it. You can pick
up a few extra $ and never leave home.

- Really?
- Hell, yeah.

Just think of something
that people need here on post,

and you can set up your own business.
You can do it on the internet.

You got a computer, right?

No, but there's one
at the post library.

Perfect.

Thanks, Mrs. Moran.

- Pamela.
- You're welcome.

{\pos(192,225)}Thank you.

You're welcome.

{\pos(192,225)}Ah, I can't remember the last time
we went to a movie together.

A long time.

Did you enjoy it? I mean,
it was kind of a... a chick flick.

The popcorn was good.

All right, next time, car chases
and explosions, I promise.

So you want to...
come up for a nightcap?

I better not. I've got
an early wake-up tomorrow.

I've got white cell duty
for the war exercises.

- White cell?
- Yeah, I'm kinda like the referee.

Frank, I'm wondering if, um...

Maybe it's time for us
to move to the next level.

Next level?

Living together again, under
the same roof, like husband and wife.

You know, we can still go on dates.

I just...

I just don't want to rush
back into things, that's all.

Frank, you can trust me.

I know.

But I need things to be right this time.

'Cause I just couldn't bear
it if there was a next time.

I understand.

Good night, hon.

It's after midnight, babe.

I'm just double-checking things.

More like quadruple-checking.

What is that?

It's a miles device.

It's how you know if you've
been hit in the war games.

See, we use infrared
pulses instead of bullets.

That's a relief.

If the light goes on
and you hear this...

You're dead.

So you're gonna be gone
for two days playing laser tag?

These war games are a big deal, Rox.

Guys from the pentagon
are gonna be there.

I can't screw up this time.

That was a onetime thing, Trevor.

Just keep your head down,
and you'll be fine.

I didn't enlist to keep my head down.

There's a letter of reprimand in
my file thanks to Colonel Connor.

I need to shine out there.

Well, you also need your rest.

Babe, don't worry about me.

Base to jump master.
Drop zone in two.

Roger that. Drop zone in two.

What's the status
of the lead aircraft?

Ma'am, Gunslinger
approaching drop zone.

All eagle elements, this is eagle 5,

operation Talon is in effect.

I say again,
operation Talon is a go.

Eagle 5, out.

Green light! Go! Go!

- Pamela, I did it.
- Did what?

- Started my own business.
- Already? Doing what?

Selling housewares.
I researched it like you said

and found a distributor
right here in Charleston.

{\pos(192,235)}Julie, I'm impressed.

{\pos(192,235)}- Only now I have this other problem.
- What?

{\pos(192,235)}I'm supposed to sell
the products out of my house,

{\pos(192,235)}- to my friends and family.
- Right.

{\pos(192,225)}But the thing is, is my house
is so tiny and cluttered...

{\pos(192,225)}Do you think I could
sell my things here?

{\pos(192,225)}- Here?
- In the classroom.

{\pos(192,225)}Oh, uh, Julie, I think
they've got rules against that,

this being an official
army place and all.

Besides, it's not exactly a warm
and festive atmosphere.

Tell you what, why don't you do
your first get-together at my place?

- Really?
- Yeah, why not?

I got plenty of room, and
my husband's never home.

Wish I had that problem.

When I come to America,

I am afraid.

Many in my country say
Americans want to hurt Iraqi people.

I know now that is not true.

Everyone at Fort Marshall--

they are very nice to me.

I thank you for this.

And I thank Mrs. Holden,
Emmalin and Mrs. Sherwood

for taking such good care of me.

And, uh, that is all.

Thanks, girls.

Haneen wanted to thank
the army for her treatment here,

and I thought the F.R.G.
was the perfect forum,

so thank you for your kind reception.

It's hard for any of us to imagine

what that remarkable
girl has gone through.

She lost her family,
had to leave her country and...

has faced all of this with
unbelievable courage and dignity.

But Haneen's problems aren't over yet.

She'll need continued therapy in Iraq...

Therapy her relatives can't pay for.

Haneen does not know
I'm making this request.

She hasn't asked for a single
thing since she's been here.

But considering her ordeal and
her connection to Fort Marshall,

I'm proposing that we take $1,000

from our discretionary fund to
support Haneen's rehabilitation.

- What do you think?
- If I may, Claudia Joy?

I think all our hearts
go out to that poor girl--

I know mine does--

but this is a family readiness group.

As I have tried to make clear,
I think of Haneen as family.

And bless your heart for saying so,

but there are thousands of our own,

young men and women in uniform,

who could use money right here on post.

That money has been
used for many things.

In the past,
we've allocated $800 to a...

civilian christmas party off-post.

To collect toys for needy children.

Haneen is a child in need.

I think you can see
the difference.

Honestly, Jennifer, I can't.

We're not talking
about a large expenditure.

Nevertheless, every dollar is important.

And I worry about what kind
of precedent we're setting.

I don't think we have to worry
about a precedent.

This is a onetime situation.

Maybe we should table the proposal

and revisit it at next month's meeting.

That's too late. Haneen will
be going home before then.

Well, I have an idea.

We could all use more
time to think about this,

but next month is
clearly not gonna work.

So why don't we have a special
meeting tomorrow afternoon?

And, well, we can vote on the matter.

Works for me.

Fine. Then, let's move
on to our regular agenda.

Joyce, will you give us
the treasurer's report, please?

- The nerve of that woman.
- You can't take it personally.

Oh, yes, I can. Everything is
personal with Jennifer Connor.

Jennifer is not important.
Getting the vote is.

- What can we do?
- I'm thinking.

While you're thinking, you know Jennifer
is lobbying every member of the F.R.G.

There's no way I'm letting her prevent
Haneen from getting the help she needs.

We'll come up with something.

I'm placing Charlie company
here to cut off the lead element

of blue force from
possible reinforcement.

With respect,
that's assuming a lot, isn't it, sir?

Early reports indicate a blue force
drop at those coordinates, but...

we don't know the size.

Call it a hunch.

I have a pretty good sense
of how Colonel Burton thinks.

You believe in hunches, Major Gomez?

I believe in intelligence, sir.

Fog of war--

we have to make decisions
based on limited intelligence.

No balls, no blue chips.
Am I right, gentlemen?

- Yes, sir.
- Let's check the field reports.

I say again, incoming
mortars at our location!

The whole area's hot! Over!

Roger. Understand, Pa Lima 6.

Hawk two one, out!
We're pulling back!

- What?
- Phase line 6! Now!

- Retreat?
- What does it look like?

We're getting our asses
kicked! Come on!

Let's go! All right!

Ma'am, Major Sherwood is
here with the first day evals.

Colonel Burton.

Major Sherwood.

Your blue force took
heavy casualties, ma'am.

I'm aware of that.

I don't understand.

It's like the opfor
knew we were coming.

Do I have any chance of
pulling this out tomorrow?

The Texas Rangers had a saying, ma'am.
The little guy'll beat the big guy

every time if he's in the right
and keeps a-comin'.

I'm the little guy?

After today? Yes, ma'am.

- Good morning, Colonel Connor.
- Good morning.

How'd you sleep last night, Major?

Very well, thank you.
And yourself, sir?

Slept like a baby.

{\pos(192,235)}What do you think of
my hunches now, Gomez?

{\pos(192,235)}I can't argue with success, sir.

{\pos(192,235)}Next time you go to the horse track...
I'd appreciate an invite.

We're in good shape.

The advantage is definitely ours, sir.

Reminder that we recommence
the exercise in 25 minutes.

Oh, we're gonna recommence, all right.

I'm gonna give Burton
a ringside seat

at her own personal Waterloo.

What are you looking for?

Ah. Here it is.

The meat thermometer.
We need a new one.

This one's ready to fall apart.

Hey, you wanna come with
me to this housewares party?

Uh, no, thanks.

Who can't use more
appliances in the home, right?

I live in a motel room,
Roland, remember?

- Yeah, but that's only temporary.
- Maybe.

Okay. Is that why you're here?

Well, it's not to talk
meat thermometers.

Fair enough.

I don't know
what's going on with Frank.

Last night, I asked him up
to my room for a nightcap, and...

he said no.

He doesn't trust me, Roland.

Look, these things are complicated.

You know, men tend to be visual
thinkers when it comes to sex.

They, uh, we respond to imagery.

For example, men talk about
what a woman looks like,

where as women talk
about what a man is like.

Men are superficial?
Stop the presses.

My point is,
I don't think it's coincidental

that Frank does great with
you on hand-holding dates

but puts on the brakes
when things start to get...

truly intimate.

I think, in his imagination...

He sees me with Mac?

- He's never even met Mac.
- That doesn't matter.

It's the idea
of you with another man,

the image of you
with another man.

It's hard for a guy
to get over that.

A lot easier
to forgive than forget.

Ma'am?

What happened yesterday
was impossible, Frank.

The division assault on
the opfor was 3-pronged.

Colonel Connor's forces were
camped out at all three fronts...

Waiting.

Now, look, I can understand
one front, maybe.

Two? Highly unlikely.

Three? Not possible.

Yes, ma'am.

Which means there's
a leak inside of blue force.

Someone is funneling
information to Connor.

As a neutral observer,
I can't comment on that, ma'am.

What I can tell you, ma'am,

is that a good commander in the field

constantly reassesses the situation

and reacts accordingly.

What about Doris Stockton?

- Nobody can stand her.
- But she doesn't like Claudia Joy.

In that case, call her.
We need all the votes we can get.

It burns me up how Claudia Joy
just moved back in and took over.

Seriously. You should start
your own group, Jennifer.

A lot of us would follow
you out of the F.R.G.

No need.

Claudia Joy's making
enough mistakes as it is.

Trust me, Michael
Holden's "perfect" wife

is gonna self-destruct all on her own.

I would've smacked her
right in the mouth.

"it's nothing personal,
Jennifer, but..."

The diplomatic approach.

Whatever.
The woman is a total witch.

So many people have
stepped up to help Haneen.

I'm not gonna let the F.R.G. be
the one group that lets her down.

- The vote's not done yet.
- Damn right it's not.

You should've heard Jennifer. She knew
exactly what to say to poison the well.

Yeah, well, she couldn't say diddly
if her jaw was wired shut.

Who are you-- Roxy Balboa?

- What time is the meeting?
- 3:00.

Well, we'll be there-- me and the champ.

- Yeah. Me, too.
- Thanks.

Our lines of communication
have been compromised.

Somehow the opfor must've
obtained our radio frequencies.

So from now on,
we're communicating old-school.

New strategic plans

will be hand-delivered
to senior commanders in the field.

- Corporal Leblanc.
- Yes, ma'am.

You and P.F.C. Day will deliver these
plans to Major Stanley at all cost.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Dismissed.

- Hold up.
- What?

My dogs are killing me, man.

Your dogs are killing you?
Come on.

I'm serious, man. I've got the mother
of all blisters on my right foot.

Opfor units, secure the perimeter.

Copy that!

We're getting some movement!

Go, go, go!

Excuse me, is there
a bathroom I could use?

Sure, it's right around that corner.

Thanks.

{\pos(192,235)}I hope I did the right thing
by pushing Julie to do this.

{\pos(192,235)}What are you talking about?
It's great.

She's not gonna be crushed
if she doesn't sell much, is she?

{\pos(192,225)}No, I think she'll be fine.
Look, I'm good for a meat thermometer.

{\pos(192,225)}Yeah, and I need a slotted spoon.

{\pos(192,225)}Well, that's a start, I suppose.

Thanks for coming, everybody.

"So tell me, girls, has all the fun
gone out of the bedroom?"

"Have you lost the 'ooh'
in your ooh-la-lah?"

"If so, welcome to Aphrodite Unlimited,

where we believe that spice is
the main course of any meal"...

Sorry.

"of any meal,

and we serve up
a dessert that should have

even your tired husband
begging for seconds."

"Let's start with item 37--

Mademoiselle Marie's playsuit."

Oh, thanks, Martha.

I knew I could count on you. Okay.

One more vote.

That's four yeses and
a lot of voicemails.

People are busy.

Or else I'm losing my touch.

Mom, there is a Major Proell
here to see you.

I apologize for showing
up unannounced, ma'am.

It's good to see you again,
Major Proell.

General Holden isn't here, though.

Actually, I-I wanted to talk to you.

My wife Sandra--

She told me about your F.R.G. meeting--

The Iraqi girl that
you're trying to help.

We'd like to make a small donation.

Oh, that's very generous of you.

Thank you.

The translators over there--

They make a tremendous difference.

Believe me, I know.

How do you know?

I've worked with them.

And again, I'm sorry
to disturb the two of you.

No, no, um, would you care
to join us for a moment?

I'd like to hear more.

Certainly, ma'am.

"And finally, Santa's little helper.

She decides who's naughty and nice."

Thank you, Shirley.
You can change now.

Okay, ladies, you all
have your order forms.

So... who wants to go first?

Cash and personal checks
are both accepted.

How much for the edible panties?

$5 each. Buy 2, get the third free.

Oh, okay. Well, in that case,
give me a dozen. Why not?

- We were ambushed, ma'am.
- So you abandoned the mission?

There was too much enemy fire, ma'am.

What happened to the packet?

P.F.C. Day had the packet, ma'am.
I was unable to retrieve it.

So you just left it on
the field for the enemy?

- Ma'am, I couldn't make--
- Answer the question, Corporal.

- You just left it there?
- Yes, ma'am.

Our entire operation
depended on that packet.

Our soldiers are on the move.

It is too late to call them back.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Congratulations, Corporal.

You have just sent 500 of your
fellow soldiers to their deaths.

Dismissed.

Badger 6 to all units.

Cease all activity and
move to checkpoint Echo.

Badger 6, out.

- All units, sir?
- That's what I said.

Colonel Burton isn't
gonna know what hit her.

- Thanks a million, Pamela.
- Sure thing, Julie.

It's... been memorable.

Yeah. I guess it went
pretty good, huh?

Pretty good? $650
in sales in this economy

is pretty un-freakin'- believable.

Sorry, we didn't have
too much men's stuff.

It's not a problem. Really.

Though I would've appreciated
a meat thermometer.

At least
you won the door prize.

Thank you.

Dare I open it?

When you get home.

It's always the quiet ones.

Come on, Roland, open your door prize.

No way.

- Why not? Too modest?
- Too terrified.

Just take a peek.

I'm gonna wait until I get home.

Should be just about over by now.

Would it be bad form to break
out the cigars already?

Last calling station,
this is badger 3.

Roger.

Eight-zero percent.

Roger that.

- Que pasa, amigo?
- Not good, sir.

We're taking heavy losses.

- What?
- Our troops are cut off.

Blue force has the entire
opfor surrounded.

That's, uh, that's...

That's not possible.

Take me there. Now!

Colonel Connor...

With respect, sir, you're dead.

No.

Yes.

Now hit the ground... sir.

{\pos(192,225)}In all my years of combat,

{\pos(192,225)}I have never seen a tactical
reversal like that. Hoo-ah.

Well, thank you, Major.

And I would be honored to buy you
a drink when we get back on post.

And I would be honored to drink it.

Nice.

- Great job, ma'am.
- Ah, Kurt.

Thank you. I'm curious, though.

What did Colonel Connor
have to say about it?

Ma'am?

I guess he didn't realize that
packet contained false information.

Guess you didn't, either.

I- I'm not sure I understand, ma'am.

Oh, I think you do.

Lock it up.

When I realized Connor
was getting inside information,

I reviewed the personnel
records of my brigade staff.

V.m.i.-- class of '90.

You were roommates.

You shared everything,
including punishment

for harassing a cocktail
waitress in Roanoke.

Why am I not surprised?

Major... I need to ask
you to come with me

to General Holden's office
for disciplinary review.

Ma'am.

Major.

Corporal Leblanc
reporting as ordered, ma'am.

At ease, Corporal.

You take a public
ass-kicking very well.

Thank you, ma'am. And you
publicly kick ass very well,

if you don't mind me saying so.

Well, sorry about that.

I had to make it feel real
for Major Dandridge's sake.

Understood.

Now that that's over with,
I'll make sure that Colonel Connor's

letter of reprimand is
removed from your record.

Thank you, ma'am.

And that, Corporal Leblanc, should
clear the way for you to start thinking

about taking the steps to
becoming Sergeant Leblanc.

Yes, ma'am.

- Good job, soldier.
- Thank you, ma'am.

I remember
the first time I met Reza.

We were in a village
outside Kirkuk.

One of our humvees
accidentally ran over a chicken.

The local
chicken farmer went nuts...

Screaming, yelling, getting
the whole village worked up.

In a war zone,

sometimes the smallest thing
can escalate out of control,

and that's what was happening.

That's when Reza stepped in.

A few minutes later,
peace was restored,

the farmer got my wristwatch,
we got two dozen eggs,

then we got
the hell out of dodge.

Those eggs made a mighty good
omelet later, believe me.

We came to rely on Reza for everything.

Time and again,
he was getting us out of jams.

He saved american lives.

And I can honestly say
I would've laid down mine for his.

But I didn't get that chance.

We were on patrol in Mosul.

We were...
talking about our kids,

how they all loved the same movies.

We were just two dads walking along...

When a sniper's bullet
blew the back of his head off.

I would say that bullet
was meant for me...

But everyone knows
insurgents would target

an Iraqi translator
before an american soldier.

We got that sniper...

but there was nothing
we could do for Reza.

Translators like Reza

or this girl Haneen's father--

They're as much a part
of this war as any soldier.

They're family.

But most people back
here don't appreciate it.

But by helping this girl,

you're sending a message back to Iraq
that we do understand...

That we do care.

And for that, god bless you.

Thank you, Major Proell.

I don't think there's any need
to take a vote, Claudia Joy.

Thank you, Jennifer.

Everyone?

For Haneen, for her family and...

all Iraqis who have sacrificed
for our fighting men and women,

thank you.

Statistically, your defeat was the worst

in the history of
Fort Marshall's war games.

You demonstrated
recklessness and bad judgment

on the battlefield.
Worse, your reliance

on a spy within Colonel Burton's
command was not only cowardly,

but it violated both the spirit
and the intent of these games.

- Am I getting through, Colonel?
- Yes, sir.

In light of that, I have no choice
but to conclude that you are unfit

- to remain in my command.
- Yes, sir.

Because General Rutledge
thinks highly of you,

there is a Pentagon desk
job available in logistics.

- I encourage you to take it.
- Yes, sir.

- Dismissed.
- Thank you, sir.

Evan.

One more thing.

Despite what you did,

I still believe you have
the makings of a good officer,

but you need to step back and
take some personal inventory.

Decide for yourself whether
you've got what it takes

to become the kind
of leader this army needs.

Yes, sir.

All right, that's all.

- Good evening, sir.
- Come in, Joan.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.

I won't keep you long.

But I owe you an apology.

- Apology, sir?
- Evan Connor.

I should've seen him
for who he is much earlier.

Sir...

I had a lot on my plate,
but I dropped the ball on this one.

It had to be tough
to take it and not complain.

Sir, it was fine.

You're a lousy liar, Joan.

But it's precisely
that strength of character

that makes you
such an outstanding officer.

Thank you, sir.

Well, it's late.

Go home and enjoy the celebration
you so richly deserve.

I will, sir. Thank you.

Hey, soldier.

- You finished with your referee job?
- Yeah.

D., you mind if we push this
thing off till tomorrow maybe?

Why? Is something wrong?

No. I'm just tired, that's all.

I've been going for 48 hours straight.

D., you there?

Yeah. It's fine.
You should-- you should rest.

D., I'm sorry about this, huh?

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Sure.
Just let me know.

- All right.
- Bye.

You haven't eaten yet?

- We decided to wait for you.
- I cook.

She tried, at least.

What you saying?
I am good cook.

Yeah... Whatever.

Let's eat.

I am impressed.

It was amazing.

Colonel Burton said I should
start studying to make sergeant.

Trevor, I am so proud of you.

There's a promotion board
I gotta study for

and a warrior leader course,
but it is so worth it.

What's this?

It's, uh...

It smells like...

It smells like fruit or something.

Apricot.

Yeah, that's it.
It's apricot.

What is it?

You mean, what was it?

Okay, what was it?

It's edible underpants.

What?

Yeah, but Lucky got to 'em
before you came home.

I see.

And...

anything else on the...
the menu I should be...

Why don't you come over here?
Let me run through our specials.

Julius Caesar...

Joan of Arc...

Joan... Burton.

Not in that order, though.

Of course not.

So... enough about war games.

I got your e-mail about the
housewares party at Pamela's.

- How'd it go?
- Oh, it went great.

Did you get the meat thermometer?

No.

But I did win the door prize.

Really?

What was the door prize?

I'm wearing it.

~ Willow's Team ~