| Drew’s at home with the rest of the gang who
are wanting to borrow his editing machine to make their own video to get
some girls.
They leave. Enters Maggie.
Maggie: Good evening Mr. Carey. My, don’t you look dashing, you rogue, you. Oooh, I spy a bit of lint, just here [she strokes his cheek] Drew: Mrs. Wick, what are you doing here?
Maggie: Wine, darling. I thought you’d
might like a little drinkie to calm you down before your job interview.
Remember wine isn’t the only thing that improves with age [bats her eyelashes
at Drew]
Drew: Oh, what a shame! I just quit drinking a couple of minutes ago. Maggie: I want to talk to you about coming back to the shop to help my dear Nigel. Drew: Well, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do. I have my mind made up, I’m going to go after this other job. Maggie: I see…[throws off her fur capelet] ah hah…Darling, you can’t make a proper impression with your tie all askew [she loosens his tie] Drew: Whoa, whoa, wait…
[She takes his tie off and ties his hands behind
his back, throws him on the sofa and sits on his legs]
Drew: Wait, this isn’t going to work. Maggie: I’ll change your mind, dear.
Drew: Was one of them Elton John?
Maggie: We’re both adults here, let’s settle down and have a reasonable discussion, shall we? Ah ha ha ha ha… [She attacks his chest, unbuttoning his oxford shirt and unbuttons his pants, as well, takes them off down to his blue with white checks undershorts] Drew: Stop, stop…that’s a $50 shirt…stop
stop.
[He wiggles away to his knees and tries to
make a getaway on his living room floor]
Drew: I gotta go, I gotta go! Maggie: No, no, no, no! [She gets him
on his back with his pants at his ankles] I forbid it! My Nigel needs
you; you cannot go to that job interview.
Drew: I don’t care about your son. [Nigel walks in and sees his mommie crouching
over Drew on the floor]
Nigel: Oh my god! My husband’s cheating on me with my mommy! Drew: Niles, come back…it’s not what
you think.
Maggie: I’d better go comfort him.
Drew: Well, if you can find it, you can have it.
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