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colors Back at the hotel, Henry whines
to Tina about the fact that he won't be able to be
Angelica's dad if Tina goes through with the co-parent
thing with Bette. Tina stands her ground, for once.
Henry:
"It's an irrevocable decision, Tina. If
you allow Bette to legally adopt Angelica, she'll
be tied to you for the rest of your life."
Tina: "That's what happens
when two people have a baby and then they split
up."
But
just as Tina demands that Henry understand and respect
her life and her decisions, a document arrives from
Joyce the carnivorous counselor, who obviously hasn't
picked up Bette's voice mail yet. Crap.
The
ski lift of swearing Bette and Helena
are sitting close enough to share some fondue, but
Bette's cell phone rings. It's Joyce, giving her the
bad news about the letter.
Bette:
"Shit. You're fucking kidding me. Well
can you get it back? Fuck! Okay, tell him not to
open it. Well, then tell him not to send it to Tina.
Joyce? Shit! Shit shit shit! Fuck! [hanging
up and turning to Helena] I've gotta get off
the mountain. I've gotta go find Tina. Shit! Dammit.
What's the fastest way?"
Helena: "The fastest way
is going to be the black diamond run, but there
are moguls. Do you ski moguls?"
Bette: "No, I cannot ski
fucking moguls."
Never
mind that you've had to ski moguls all season, and
without any gentle warnings from a reformed British
viper.
So
Bette calls Tina instead, and leaves her a voice mail,
telling her to "disregard" the letter. Yes,
please ignore the fact that I've just stabbed you
in the back. You don't really mind, do you?
Helena
tries to sort of pat Bette's arm, but this is no time
for consolation:
Bette:
"Fuck. [screaming] FUCK!!!"
The
zip line launch pad Alice is getting
ready to take the plunge. She's not so sure, but Marilyn
tells her "You don't fall into the abyss; you
take it on."
They've
each made some post-abyss plans: Marilyn vows that
she'll stop marrying other people and find someone
to marry her instead, even if she is 56. Alice vows
to stop medicating herself with sex and drugs and
"you know, let myself feel again. And, yeah,
I'll talk to Lara about how I feel. And I'll ask her
how she feels about me. It's easy."
And
then she zips down, screaming "holy shit"
all the way. That looks like a hell of a lot of fun,
but my sense of fun might be a bit warped now, considering
what I've been doing with my Sunday nights.
The
hotel bar Shane finds Daddy-O; he's
found himself a blonde. He tries to talk his way out
of it, but Shane's not listening. Or maybe she is.
Daddy-O:
"I'm sorry. I'm not proud of this. It's
just who I am. Okay? I know you know what I'm talkin'
about."
And
I know you know what's coming next.
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