Donald: Do you have the panties?
Diane: I'm having a DNA sample taken.
Donald: Make it stop and give them to me.
Victoria: Previously on "The Oval"...
Diane: I want to know as soon as you have the results.
- She didn't come home? - No.
Victoria: Your grandmother's gonna take you
and your sister away for a while.
- Hallie here-- - Ellie.
Hunter: Ellie here will be my new press secretary.
Victoria: How long have you been married?
Priscilla: 15 years.
Victoria: Has he been faithful the whole time?
Ellie: Consider this your debriefing.
Jason: My parents suck. I wish they were dead.
My father has all kinds of whores.
- We get punished. - Sir, I'm gonna have to--
Jason: Shut up, damn it. Uh!
Jean: Aagh!
Oh...
Jason: Uh...uh...
Jean: Nngh...
[Gasping]
Jason: I'm sorry.
Jean: Get off. Get off me.
Jason: OK. Shut up. Shut--
Jean: Jason, get off me. I said, get off me.
Jason: No, no. No. Please stop screaming. Please.
I can-- I can get you money.
You can't tell anyone.
Jean: Move.
Jason: Please. Look. They'll put me away, OK?
Please stop struggling.
Please just give me a few days, OK?
Will you not tell anyone?
Jean: No.
Jason: I'm gonna let go of you, OK? Can you--
OK. Just--
Just go on.
No, no. No.
Jean: Uh!
Aah! Don't!
Mmph...
[Whimpering]
[Gasping]
[Gasping stops]
I didn't want to do this again.
Shh shh.
Man on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,
the president and first lady.
Different man: ♪ Feels like I'm runnin' out of time ♪
♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪
♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪
♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪
Jason: Uh!
Uh...uh...
[Whimpers]
No.
Victoria: Ready?
Jason: Yeah.
Victoria: Your grandmother's here.
Are you packed?
Did she finish?
Jason: Yeah.
Victoria: Well, get your things. Your grandmother's downstairs.
[Zip]
And get Sam up here right away, please.
- Why? - Just get him up here.
Jason: OK.
Victoria: What are you looking at? Go.
Go.
Donald: [Exhales]
- I am furious. - I know. I know.
Diane: That girl is younger than my daughter.
Donald: I know. Look. I will talk to him, OK?
Diane: If that man gives her this job,
oh, you best believe I will walk out that door.
Donald: I know. I will talk to him.
He won't do it. I will talk to him.
Diane: You better, because all the things I have on--
Donald: Oh, do not threaten me.
Diane: Oh, I'm not threatening. I'm stating the facts.
Do you have any idea the things they say about him,
the whispers that I have been controlling--
that he's a womanizer;
that he and his wife come to blows, literal blows;
that the kids hate him and her;
that he is as dumb as a bag of rocks,
has a ego the size of Texas
and a penis the size of a thumbtack?
And I have kept this all under control
on this campaign trail, but this,
this is another animal.
Donald: Listen. I will talk to him.
I will do it.
I promise you, I will, and this will be fine, OK?
Diane: You have 24 hours.
Donald: Oh, no. That sounds like a threat to me.
Diane: Well, then, call it what you want.
Donald: Damn it, Hunter!
Victoria: Sam...
Sam: Yes, ma'am?
Victoria: My daughter has locked herself in her bathroom,
and my mother is here to get her.
Would you please get her out?
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
- Open it. - Yes, ma'am.
Gayle: [Sighs]
Victoria: Get up.
Gayle: I don't want to go.
Victoria: Your grandmother is on her way upstairs.
You don't have a choice.
Gayle: I said, I don't want to go.
Victoria: Get up, or this man will pick you up.
Gayle: I hate you.
Victoria: That's fine.
Get up and go to the living room.
Gayle: [Scoffs]
Victoria: I'm sorry, Sam.
Sam: Oh, I understand.
Victoria: Do you have kids?
Sam: No, ma'am.
Victoria: Hmm.
I would think that you would.
Sam: Why is that?
Victoria: Well, I mean, you're so sexy,
what woman couldn't keep her hands off you?
Sam: Well, thank you, ma'am.
- Mm. - Is that all?
Victoria: For now.
Sam: Thank you.
Victoria: Maybe you should stay close
in case this situation gets out of hand.
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: Wait in the kitchen?
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: Hmm.
- Damn. - What?
Ellie: I should hire you.
Hunter: Well, I have my skill set.
Ellie: It was pretty impressive.
Hunter: For a white boy.
Ellie: Heh. Touche. Ha! Thank you.
Hunter: For what?
Ellie: This job. I'm gonna be great at it.
Hunter: Yeah. I know you are.
Ellie: Get dressed.
Hunter: No.
Ellie: Seriously, we have some work to do.
Hunter: Ohh, to hell with work.
Ellie: You have a country to run.
Hunter: Yeah. Let someone else do it.
Ellie: No. Seriously. Hurry up before your wife comes down.
Hunter: No. She's somewhere shaking in her boots.
Ellie: Why?
Hunter: Her mom's in town, so I'm trying to hang out here
as long as I can.
Ellie: What's wrong with her mother?
Hunter: She could scare the devil.
Ellie: Well, maybe she's an angel.
Hunter: Angel of Death is more like it.
Ellie: OK.
Well, whatever she is, I certainly don't want
to run into her until I have
my "I'm so misunderstood" face back.
Hunter: Yeah? Why can't you do that now?
Ellie: No. This is pleasure me.
Hunter: [Clicks tongue]
Ellie: Come on. Let's go.
Hunter: When will I see you again?
Ellie: Mm...
I'll see you until I can't.
Hunter: I love it.
Good-bye. Ellie.
Ellie: Sir.
Donald: Oh...
Hunter: Hi, Donald, and, no, don't want to hear it.
Ohh...ahh...
Donald: Look. Unfortunately, you're gonna have to.
Hunter: Oh, I think you are not remembering who you're talking to.
Donald: I'm sorry, but I think it is a grave mistake
to make that young lady anything but what she already is.
Hunter: Young lady. Exactly. She looks the part.
The press secretary should represent this office,
and I want her representing this office.
Donald: Sir, this country cares about more than just T&A.
Hunter: I don't think you remember who you're talking to.
Donald: Sir, that young lady is not qualified.
Hunter: Uh...
actually, she's very qualified.
Donald: Sir, if you do this,
the entire press corps will know.
Diane is pissed, and she--
Hunter: Control her. She's your problem.
Donald: Sir, she can destroy this whole administration,
and I need your--
Hunter: You know, Donald, I think you're forgetting
who you're talking to.
I'm not my wife. She's all bark.
Go prepare the press briefing.
My decision's made.
Donald: Yes, sir.
Hunter: She's the one.
Donald: Yes, sir.
[Stove clicking]
Sam: Hey.
Priscilla: What are you doing up here?
Sam: She needed me to help with something.
Priscilla: Hmm. She sure does call on you a lot.
Sam: It's the job.
Priscilla: So you still have an attitude.
Sam: We're at work.
Priscilla: So we can't talk?
Sam: Can you just do what you're doing?
Priscilla: OK.
Fine, but being an ass is not gonna get me
to want to give you some.
Sam: You act like you're doing me a favor.
Priscilla: That's not what I meant.
What I mean is, being mean is not sexy.
Sam: Huh.
Why don't you get that tea on? The mother will be here soon.
Priscilla: Everybody's so scared of Maude.
Sam: Priscilla--
Priscilla: You are really pissed about this.
Sam: And I don't think it's funny.
Priscilla: I didn't know Nancy was going to come by, baby.
Sam: Even if she didn't, you weren't going to.
Priscilla: OK. This is not you.
Sam: What?
Priscilla: What are you taking?
Why are you so horny? Are you on testosterone again?
Sam: Look. This-- Are you kidding me?
Priscilla: What is this?
Sam: It's been weeks, Cilla.
Priscilla: I know, but--
Sam: I'm not talking about this here.
Priscilla: Well, OK, Mr. Secret Service.
Sam: You think this is funny?
Priscilla: No, but come on. You cut me some slack.
Sam: Just do your job.
Priscilla: Yes, sir.
Nancy: Hey, baby.
Richard: Hmm.
Oh, what are you doing back here?
Nancy: It's my home.
Richard: No, it isn't, not until you tell me who it is.
Nancy: Are you not understanding
that I have to bury a child that I did not do right by
and you think the father is important?
Richard: Yes. It is.
Nancy: Why?
Richard: Because you lied to me.
Nancy: Richard, I'm--
I'm not gonna tell you who it is, OK,
so we're gonna just be mad, but right now,
I got to figure out--
I got to figure out all this stuff for Leon.
Richard: Yeah. OK.
Nancy: [Sighs]
Richard: [Chuckles]
You know, I figured you'd say that.
You need to go back
to wherever you were last night.
- Richard, don't do this. - I'm not playing with you.
Nancy: My money bought this house just like yours did.
Richard: But my money was faithful.
Nancy: But I was here doing right by you.
Richard: Then how in the ... hell
did you get pregnant, huh?
What, is this some kind of new thing that I don't know about?
Man, I was in the war thinking about you every damn day,
and you were here laying up with some--
Nancy: You were too weak to pack all these things.
- Well, I did it. - Did Barry help you?
Richard: I did it.
Nancy: You need to go and unpack them
because I am not leaving.
Richard: OK.
[Groans]
[Exhales]
I'm gonna make your life here hell.
Nancy: Well, that's disappointing...
because you're a better man than that.
Richard: You have no idea how low I can go.
Nancy: I'm seeing it.
I'm seeing it.
Gayle: Why do you get so nervous when she comes around?
Victoria: Shut up.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Jason: Nothing.
Priscilla: Shall I place it here, ma'am?
Victoria: Yes, please.
Priscilla: OK.
Victoria: Why are you looking like that?
You are both going.
[Clears throat]
Maude: Hello.
Victoria: Mother.
Maude: How are you?
Victoria: I'm well.
Maude: Huh. Are you?
Victoria: Yes, ma'am.
Maude: Well, I suppose you are, but you do not look well.
Victoria: I'm sorry.
Maude: Oh, no, no.
It's the best you can do, obviously.
Victoria: [Sighs]
How are you?
Maude: Annoyed that I had to come here.
Victoria: I am so sorry.
Maude: "Thank you" would be a better sentiment.
Victoria: Thank you.
Maude: Well, are you ready to go, you two?
Victoria: Yes. They are.
Maude: I was asking my grandkids.
Gayle: I don't want to go.
- Why not? - Because I don't want to.
- Gayle-- - I'm meeting with my lawyer.
- Your lawyer? - Yes.
Gayle: I'm emancipating from this family.
Maude: Oh, you really are something,
just like your mother.
How does it feel, darling,
to have it all come back on you, dear?
Victoria: Not good.
Maude: Hmm.
Well, now you see what I went through with you
during your rebellion stages,
but it all worked out for the best.
It got you in line, didn't it?
Victoria: Yes, it did.
Maude: "It"?
Victoria: You, Mother. You--you got me in line.
Maude: And I will do the same for these little...
bundles of joy.
Victoria: Thank you.
Gayle: I don't want to go.
Maude: I'm sure you don't, darling, but you will.
- Why? - Gayle--
Maude: No, no, no. Let her.
Is there something more you would like to say, darling?
But you might want to think on this, dear.
The more you speak, the harsher will be your punishment
for you and for your brother.
- What punishment? - Shut up, Gayle.
- What about you, son? - What did I do?
Maude: That little incident at the table.
I haven't forgotten about that.
Jason: Fine.
Maude: Now, see, there's the right attitude.
Jason: How long will we be gone?
Maude: As long as it takes.
Jason: Takes for what?
Maude: Well, that will depend on you two.
Jason: I need to get back here.
Maude: Well, then, this shouldn't take very long at all.
Victoria: You're going to have fun.
Maude: Yes. Well, here's the deal.
We're going to the country house.
We're going to talk, ride horses, and fish,
and figure out what's going on with your two.
Victoria: It sounds like fun, right?
Maude: Mm. Go on to the car.
Victoria: Go. Go.
Maude: Go.
Gayle: Tsk. Ohh...
[Sighs]
Victoria: Thank you for coming.
Maude: Can you do anything right?
Do I and your father have to do everything for you?
I'm ready to live my days out in peace...
[Chuckles]
but here I am,
always cleaning up your shit.
You--
You're such a disappointment to me
over and over and over again.
I will get these things you call children in line...
and then I'll be back...
to deal with you.
Victoria: Yes, ma'am.
Maude: [Sighs]
Priscilla: It got chilly in there when she walked in.
Sam: Don't do that.
- Do what? - Make fun of them.
Priscilla: OK. You know what?
I'm just gonna stop talking to you
until you get out of your funk.
- Sam? - Ma'am?
Priscilla: Oh, your girlfriend's calling you.
[Door closes]
Victoria: I don't think I'm going to need you at this time.
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: This time.
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: She went quietly.
Sam: That's great news.
Victoria: Yeah.
Sam: Are you OK, ma'am?
Victoria: Yes. Thank you.
Sam: You know, I hear they grow out of it.
Victoria: What?
Sam: Kids, these rebellious stages.
Victoria: Oh.
I'm not thinking about that right now.
Sam: Well, whatever it is, ma'am, it'll be OK.
Victoria: You want to know what I'm thinking about?
Sam: What's your concern, ma'am?
Victoria: Running.
Sam: Ma'am?
Victoria: Never mind.
Thank you.
Sam: Well, if you need anything else...
Victoria: You'll be the first person I call.
Sam: Yes, ma'am. Excuse me.
[Cell phone rings]
Barry: Hello?
Sam: Hey, what'd you want to talk to me about?
Barry: Uncle, I really need to talk to you
about this in person.
Sam: Oh, I understand.
Looks like it's gonna be a long night over here.
Barry: I get it. It's OK.
Sam: Where are you?
Barry: I'm watching some of these Rakudushi fools.
Sam: Oh, Barry, be careful.
Barry: Just trying to find my daughter, man.
Sam: OK. Just be careful, huh?
Barry: I will.
Sam: I'll call you as soon as I get a break.
Barry: OK.
Sam: Whatever you want to talk to me about
must be really important.
Barry: Yeah. It's really bad.
Sam: OK.
I promise I'll get right with you.
Barry: Yeah. All right. I'll talk to you later.
[Ping ping ping]
Hey! Hey, hey!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come here. Come here.
Ruthie, Ruth, what are you doing here?
Ruth: Don't hurt me.
Barry: I'm-- Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you.
Where is my daughter?
- I can't-- - Where?
Ruth: I can't tell you. I'm sorry.
Barry: Ruth, I'm not ... playing with you right now.
- Where's my daughter? - Don't! Don't hurt me.
- Don't hurt me. - I'm not. Listen to me.
Barry: I'm not gonna hurt you, but where is Callie?
Ruth: The Highest has her.
Barry: Well, take me to him.
- I can't. - What the--
Barry: What are you talking about, you can't?
Ruth: I can't. They'll hurt me and her.
Barry: Yeah. Well, I don't care about that, Ruth.
I want to find out where she is.
Ruth: I can't tell you.
Barry: Ruth, that is our daughter.
Don't you love her?
Ruth: I do, but she's better with him.
The Prophet will return for the pure of heart.
Barry: Where is she? Where is she at?
Ruth: No. They are coming for the pure at heart.
Barry: Where's she at, Ruth?
Ruth: I can't tell you.
Barry: All right, man. Let's go.
- No! - No.
Barry: I'm taking your ass to the police.
- I can't go to the police. - Yes, you are.
Ruth: Raphael! Jerome! Please! I can't go to the police!
Barry: Back the ... up! Back the ... up! Let's go.
Ruth: No! No. Please. Stop it. No! Please. No.
Barry: Come on!
Ruth: No! Stop it! I don't want to!
Oh! Stop! Why are you doing this?
Why? I don't want to go with you.
Barry: Naw. You ain't going nowhere.
Ruth: Let go of me. Oh, please don't.
Barry: Shut up!
- Sir... - Yes?
Helen: the first lady would like to see you.
Sam: Uh, yes, right away.
[Knocks on door]
Victoria: I'm in here.
Sam: Ma'am?
Victoria: I'm in here.
Sam: Oh, uh... I'm so sorry, ma'am.
Victoria: I thought you were Hunter.
Sam: I'm sorry, ma'am.
Victoria: You can turn around. I'm dressed.
Sam: Um...
I'm sorry, ma'am.
Victoria: Stop.
You made me think I'm an old, out-of-shape lady.
[Chuckles]
You don't think that, do you?
Sam: No, ma'am.
Victoria: Good.
I mean, I work hard on this body.
Look at it.
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: I'm wearing negligee.
Look at it. Can you tell I work out?
Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: Mm. Good.
I know you do.
Sam: You wanted to see me for something?
Victoria: Yes. I like to run.
So do you, right?
Sam: Yes.
Victoria: I used to run at night at the governor's mansion.
You think you can arrange something like that here?
Sam: That could be difficult, ma'am.
Victoria: I'm sure you can make that a possibility.
Sam: I can look into it.
Victoria: OK, because I have to stay in shape.
Sam: Is that all you needed, ma'am?
- Thank you... - Sure.
Victoria: and you'll let me know when it's organized?
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: Thank you,
because my legs have always been tight.
I used to be a runner in high school.
I have to keep them looking like this.
See how strong?
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: You have the nicest ass.
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: I'm sorry. Is this crossing a line?
Sam: Yes, ma'am. It is.
[Exhales]
Victoria: Then what I'm thinking every time I see you
is way across the line.
Sam: If that will be all, ma'am...
Victoria: Is that all for you?
- Touch me. - Ma'am...
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: Look at you getting hard.
Sam: Ma'am, you have to stop. Step back. Ma'am, step back.
Victoria: [Chuckles]
- Do I? - Ma'am, please.
Sam: Ma'am, please stop it.
Victoria: It's much bigger than I thought.
You don't want me to stop because you would've left.
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: Come on.
Don't you want to ... the first lady?
Yeah, you do.
Sam: [Exhales]
Diane: Wait, wait.
A dead girl? Are you sure?
Oh, yes.
The two Secret Service agents.
Yes.
Let me call you back.
What the hell are you doing?
Ellie: Oh, looking at my new office.
Diane: Little girl, get your ass out of here.
Ellie: That's my seat now.
I'll give you 10 minutes to clear out, OK?
Diane: Who the hell do you think you are?
Ellie: I have the job, OK, and what you need to understand
is that you're fired, so why don't you
just get your things and go?
Diane: Clearly, you have no idea who I am.
Ellie: Oh, Ms. Wilmont, but I do--
an old, unemployed bitch.
Diane: So you think you're smart, huh?
Let me educate you on something, little, smart girl.
Getting on your knees and getting a job is easy,
but having the brains to do it is another.
Ellie: Good-bye.
Diane: You trifling 'hood rat.
Ellie: Uh-huh. You know what? Why don't I just help you?
Why don't we just get your things?
Diane: Don't you touch my things.
Ellie: Oh, Ms. Wilmont...
[Door closes]
Allan: Sir, I have him on hold.
- OK. Take a message. - Yes, sir.
- So, Donald... - Yes?
- he gave the job to her? - Who?
Diane: Ellie.
Donald: Well, uh, what are you doing?
Diane: I'm just leaving.
Donald: OK. I will walk with you.
- Is that cool? - Yeah, sure.
Donald: Wait, wait, wait. The exit's right here.
- I know where the exit is. - OK. Listen. Wait, Diane--
- Get you hands off of me! - Where are you going, huh?
- No, no, no, no, no! No. No. - ... you, Donald,
- Call Secret Service right now. - and ... him
Donald: No. Oh...
Diane: Good morning, everyone.
I'm here to let you all know that I've been fired
and I've been replaced by my aide
because, apparently, the president like to reward
young, dumb, pretty girls who give good head.
Also, I had DNA testing done on a pair of yellow panties
that I found in the Oval Office.
Apparently, they belong to a dead girl
who two Secret Service agents were claimed
to have been seeing, but the other DNA sample
found on the underwear belonged to a white male
with brown pubic hair.
Coincidence? I think not.
Also, this president has not read one brief.
He's not taken one cabinet meeting.
He spends his days in the White House
chasing young girls, so to hell with this job.
... him. I quit.
Oh, and another thing-- as you can see,
I am completely healthy, so if I happen to die
for some strange reason, investigate this asshole
and his entire ... up administration.
Thank you.
[People murmuring]
Diane: Oh, ha ha! Speak of the devil.
Ellie, why don't you come on up here?
I have a question for you.
Did you rinse after you swallowed, or no?
No? Mm.
Well, then, why don't you come on up here
and show everyone how good you are
and how you got this job?
Here. You can use my mic to demonstrate.
I'll wash it afterwards.
Hmm, guess she only saves the good stuff for the president.
Mic drop, bitches.
Donald: No, no, no, no. No, no.
No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
Kyle: It's back. Back, back, back, back, back.
It's back. Come on.
- Come on. - OK.
Hunter: Ohh...that bitch.
Donald: Sir, calm down, OK?
Hunter: How dare she do that? I blame you for this.
Donald: Sir?
Hunter: This is why I didn't want to hire her.
I knew she was a rat.
This is exactly what I've been talking about, Donald.
Donald: I thought that you--
Hunter: No. This is your fault. You're fired.
What? Why are you still standing there?
You are fired, and take that ... with you.
Hunter: Did he just slam the ... door?
Kyle: Here. Here you are, sir.
Hunter: I don't want a ... drink.
Kyle: Sir, please. It's OK.
You have to know that Mr. Winthrop
is very capable at his job.
- He will spin this. - This is his disa--
Hunter: This whole thing, he's been telling me,
never gonna come back on me.
"Hire Diane. She's the best."
This is a catastrophe. It's all his fault.
Kyle: Sir, listen.
I know that this is very stressful, but don't worry.
When we are done with her,
she will wish that she was born mute.
Hunter: "We"?
Kyle: Mr. Winthrop and myself, sir.
- OK. Kyle, I'm gonna say this - We are a very good team.
Hunter: one more time.
Kyle: We are a good team to handle things like that.
Hunter: I want him fired.
Kyle: Sir, I really think you should sleep on it.
He's the best at this job, and he protects you
with everything that he has in him.
Hunter: Yeah. You, uh--
You gonna pave over this, then?
No. Don't. Just don't. Stop everything. Just--
Oh, no.
[Sighs]
- Sir-- - Fine. You win. He's not fired.
Kyle: It's a win for us all, sir. Thank you.
Sir, do you mind if I go and speak with him?
Hunter: Yeah. Go ahead.
Kyle: Yes, sir.
[Door closes]
Allan: What was that all about?
Ellie: I got the job. I told you that.
Allan: Yeah, but how did you get it?
Ellie: Are you really asking me that, Allan?
Allan: She just said all those things.
Ellie: Of course she said that, Allan.
She's upset. She just got fired.
- What is this? - I need to concentrate, OK?
Ellie: I'm gonna have to go out there and fix all this.
- No. You won't. - Excuse me?
Donald: Shut up. Allan, get back to your desk...
Allan: Yes, sir.
Donald: and what are you doing here, huh?
Allan: Nothing, sir.
Donald: You see what the hell you just did?
What is this?
Ellie: Her medical records.
Donald: Where the hell did you get this?
Ellie: I was her assistant.
Page 4--antidepressants, bipolar medication.
She smokes pot.
Donald: No, no, no. You can't use this.
Ellie: Oh, I can, and I will.
Donald: Who taught you this?
Ellie: She did. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Donald: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Where do you think you're going?
Ellie: To talk to the press.
Donald: No. You are not ready to go out there, trust me.
Ellie: Oh, honey...
I was born ready.
Donald: Huh.
Ellie: Settle down. Settle down, please.
First off, let me start by introducing myself.
My name is Ellie Lyles, and, unfortunately,
I do need to let you know that Ms. Wilmont
is now being seen by our White House physician.
She's been having some issues lately,
as you all just witnessed.
Due to her impaired state, Ms. Wilmont has alleged
some extreme accusations
against myself and this administration.
Kyle: You got your job back.
Donald: Yeah? What'd you have to do to get that, hmm?
Kyle: Well, I'll have a sore throat in the morning.
Donald: Don't kid around.
Kyle: Oh, you're not jealous, are you, lover?
Donald: Just do not kid around.
Kyle: He's a hothead. He's calming down.
She's actually doing pretty good.
Donald: Yeah.
Ellie: First question?
Kyle: Will I see you later tonight?
Donald: Most definitely.
[Chopping]
Priscilla: [Sighs]
- Priscilla... - Yes?
Laura: have you seen Jean?
- No. I haven't. - Well, if you see her--
Priscilla: Well, where was she last?
Laura: Helping get the kids packed.
Priscilla: And you haven't seen her?
Laura: No. She's not answering her pages.
Priscilla: Well, that's not like her at all.
Laura: I know.
- Did she sign out? - No.
Priscilla: Oh, well, she has to be around here somewhere.
- I know. - OK.
Priscilla: Well, if I see her,
I'll let her know you're looking for her.
- OK. - OK. Thank you, Miss Laura.
Sam: Ma'am...
Victoria: Mm...
Sam: Ma'am, enough. Ma'am, stop it.
Victoria: Oh!
Sam: Are you OK?
Victoria: Heh. Yes.
You just let me make a fool of myself.
Sam: Ma'am, I am sorry.
Victoria: I hate this place. I hate it!
Sam: Ma'am, I am sorry, but I'm going to have to leave.
Victoria: Then just leave. Leave!
Sam: Ma'am, excuse me.
Victoria: You can't hide it. Look at you.
You're still hard.
Let's just do it.
No one will know.
Sam: I will.
Victoria: You're still hard.
Priscilla: Hey.
Sam: Hi. Uh...
Priscilla: What are you doing in there?
Sam: Uh, she needed me to take care of something.
Priscilla: But you never go in there.
Sam: They don't do things like the others did.
Priscilla: Look. Can we talk? Let's go in the kitchen.
Sam: No, no. Baby, I'll be there in a minute.
Priscilla: OK. Look. I'm sorry.
I've realized that I've been very selfish,
and you deserve better.
- It's fine, Cilla. - No. It's not.
Priscilla: Tonight I'm gonna cook you a great meal,
and I'm gonna put on my--
[Chuckles]
Sam.
Sam: [Exhales]
Yeah?
Priscilla: Well, turn around.
Sam.
Sam: [Sighs]
- What the ...? Sam! - Shh! Shh!
- No. What are you doing? - Let me--
- What are you doing? - Oh, it's all right. Walk.
- Walk with me. OK. - Sam...
Laura: Girl didn't even clean this room.
Oh, where the hell are you, Jean?
Uh...
Huh.
Aah!
[Whimpering]
Aah!