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(Credits roll)

[Scene: Lounge. Mrs. Garrett is in a skiing position next to the couch and has two ski poles. Her knees are bent and her butt is sticking out. Tootie sits on the couch and watches amused.

Mrs. Garrett: (pretending to go downhill skiing) Bumps to the left of me, bumps to the right me, into the valley of powder we go.

Tootie: (gets off the couch and takes the ski poles from Mrs. Garrett) I can’t wait to hit those slopes tomorrow, Mrs. Garrett. And I know Natalie’s going to love it.

(Tootie takes the poles over to where two skis are leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. Natalie enters from the dining hall.)

Natalie: Except Natalie’s not going.

Tootie: What?

Mrs. Garrett: Natalie, I thought you were looking forward to this weekend.

Natalie: I was. Then I woke up this morning and had this very vivid picture in myself in a full body cast. Do you know how many signatures it takes to cover something like that? I don’t know that many people.

Mrs. Garrett: Now what brought this on?

Natalie: (shows a red piece of paper to Mrs. Garrett) I found this in Tootie’s pocket.

Tootie: (comes over and takes the paper to look at it) It’s just my old lift ticket.

Natalie: Read it.

(Mrs. Garrett puts her glasses on and takes the ticket from Tootie.)

Mrs. Garrett: ‘The purchaser of this ticket understands that skiing is a dangerous sport. Falls and collisions do occur and injuries may result.’

(Tootie nods and Mrs. Garrett looks at Natalie.)

Natalie: It’s not a sport, it’s a death wish.

Mrs. Garrett: (takes off her glasses) I remember the first time I went skiing. (She sits on the right arm of the couch and Tootie stands next to her.) I hit a tree stump and turned my ankle.

Natalie: That reassures me no end. (She turns away from them.)

Mrs. Garrett: And I had to be carried all the way down the mountain by my incredibly handsome ski instructor.

(Tootie grins.)

Natalie: (turns her back to them) Oh? (She sits down next to Mrs. Garrett on the couch.)

Mrs. Garrett: I spent the entire weekend sipping cocoa by the fireplace in the lodge while he hovered about.

(Blair enters the room from the dinning hall with two suitcases.)

Blair: (smiles, reminiscing) Ah, yes. I remember last year’s ski trip and my ski instructor, Lars.

Natalie: (stands up and walks over to Blair tentatively) Lars?

Blair: We’re talking…hunk on ice.

Natalie: (imagining quietly) yeah…

(Jo enters from the dining hall with a duffle bag in one hand just as Natalie picks up a brochure with excitement. She’s wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and a black pea coat.)

Jo: Okay Blair, I’m all set.

(Natalie takes the brochure over to Mrs. Garrett, who has stood up off the couch, and Tootie so that they can look through it.)

Blair: (goes over to Jo) Jo, we’re visiting New York for the weekend. Not going on maneuvers. (She gestures to Jo’s duffle bag.)

Jo: That’s right Blair, the weekend. Two days, forty-eight hours. (She gestures to Blair’s suitcases.) Doesn’t that tell you anything?

Blair: (thinks for a moment) Yes! I forgot my backup hairdryer. Be right back.

(Blair turns and heads back through the dining room towards her bedroom. Jo turns and walks over towards to the others.)

Jo: I can’t wait to get back to my old neighborhood. (She sighs.) I miss that New York attitude.

Mrs. Garrett: (nods with poles in her hands) Rude and hostile.

Jo: Yeah, up here everyone is so, (feigns happiness) ‘Have a nice day.’ I’m ready for a good old fashion rank-out session. (She sits down in wooden chair by the backdoor.)

(Mrs. Garrett leaves towards the dining room laughing. Natalie and Tootie walk around Jo’s chair trying to act cool, which means bobbing their heads.)

Natalie: (stops behind Jo) We rank-out, don’t we Tootie?

Tootie: (stops in front of Jo with her hands on her hips) We are sooo rank.

Jo: (with disbelief) Oh yeah? Well try this. (She stands up and folds her arms across her chest. The other two girls copy her. Jo looks back at Natalie.)  You’re so dumb, you can’t spell IQ.

(Natalie tries to think of a comeback, but she’s stumped. Blair enters from the dining hall with another bag.)

Blair: All set.

Jo: (walking over to Blair) And you’re so spoiled that if you were milk, the date on the carton would read B.C.

Blair: …Turn blue.

(Blair whips her hair and takes her bag off her shoulder to put it onto the coffee table. Natalie sits down in the chair Jo just vacated. Both Natalie and Tootie grin with enjoyment. Jo turns to look over at Blair and the girls with disgust.)

Jo: You see? Turn blue. And that was her best shot.

(Blair puts on her coat.)

Tootie: So, you two good buddies going to see each other while you’re in New York?

Jo: Not if I see her first.

(Mrs. Garrett comes in from the dining room with an orange winter jacket and her purse. Jo sits on the couch and Tootie sits on the arm of the couch.)

Mrs. Garrett: Hey, we better hurry if we’re going to make that train.

(Jo gets up to get her bag.)

Blair: (going over to get her bags) Jo, don’t just sit there. We got to run. (Jo, Tootie, and Natalie all watch Blair pick up two bags and start going to the door. They all know that she’s missing one bag. She stops at the door and puts her bags on the floor.) Uh Jo, would you get that bag for me please?

Jo: (picks up her bag off the coffee table) Sure, sure. (She takes it over to Blair and puts the strap over Blair’s face and lets it hang.) There you go. (Jo grins and walks out the door. Natalie and Tootie laugh as Blair stands still.)

[Scene: The diner at Grand Central Station in New York City is small. It has a table near the door and an eating counter on the other side of the room. There are other tables with customers sitting at them. Also, there is a register and a counter of merchandise by the door. A waiter begins to clean up the table. The cashier helps an old woman out with her purchase and another lady leaves the depot through the door. Jo enters with her duffle bag and Blair shuffles behind her.]

Jo: (takes a deep breath in and takes in the smells) Ahhh, isn’t that beautiful? (She turns to look at Blair who isn’t amused.) You smell that? (Takes another sniff and grins.)

Blair: (disgusted) What is that?

Jo: Grand Central Station, New York. (Blair grimaces.) I feel like I died and went to heaven. (Jo goes over to the table near the door and puts her bag down.)

Blair: Well it smells like something did. (Jo sits down and Blair walks around to the other side of the table.) Why did we ask our friends to meet us here? (She puts her larger suitcase on the ground and her smaller suitcase and bag on a chair.)

Jo: Because it’s convenient.

(A male waiter comes over to them.)

Waiter: What will it be girls?

Jo: Uh, give me a cherry cola.

Blair: I’ll have the same. (He starts to leave.) Oh, uh, make sure mine’s in a clean glass please. (He makes a face and leaves. Blair puts her purse on top of her bag and then sits next to Jo.)

Jo: Are you planning to do anything this weekend besides change clothes?

Blair: The way you’re complaining you’d think you were the one lugging this around.

Jo: I just don’t like things slowing me down. You got to be fast on your feet in this town.

Blair: (rolls her eyes) Here we go again. Another lecture on the survival in the urban jungle.

Jo: Well you could use one, Ms. Congeniality.

Blair: Are you referring to my conversation with that gentleman on the train?

Jo: You don’t strike up a conversation with a total stranger. In this city, you make eye contact with the wrong person, next thing you know they’re dragging the river.

Blair: (grins) I’ll take my chances when the eyes are that blue. He was a doll. Anyway, I wouldn’t be sitting next to him at all if you hadn’t made me switch seats with you.

Jo: I had to switch with you. I have to face forward when I travel.

Blair: But I hate riding backwards. I like to see where I’m going.

Jo: Well, if I had been riding backwards, you would have also seen someone throwing up.

(Blair grimaces in disgusts just as the waiter comes back with two full glasses.)

Waiter: Two cherry colas. Who gets a clean glass? (He laughs and both Blair and Jo look at him annoyed.) Just a little New York humor. (He grimaces and puts the glasses in front of them and leaves. Jo takes a sip.)

Blair: (spotting something) I don’t believe my eyes.

Jo: (looks where she’s looking) What?

(Blair gets up with excitement and Jo follows. Blair stops in front of a magazine stand behind their table.)

Blair: A real magazine rack! (She turns to look at Jo.) Do you know what that means?

Jo: Real magazines. (She begins to browse with Blair and finds one to pull out.)

Blair: Oh, to be back in glorious civilization. (She pulls one out.) French Vogue. (Jo begins looking through her magazine.) Italian Vogue.

Jo: Yeah, they got Dirt Bike Digest and Chopper News.

(Blair’s friend, Dina Becker, enters the diner with a fur coat and an expensive handbag. She looks around, spots Blair, and goes towards her with her arms spread out for a hug.)

Dina: Warner.

(Jo looks over her shoulder at Dina and then looks at Blair, who has put her magazine down and spreads her arms out.)

Blair: Becker.

(Blair rushes over to greet Dina as Jo puts down her magazine and watches them. The two girls kiss twice on the cheek and laugh. People around them are watching.)

Dina: Warner, you just make me want to toss my seed. It is nauseating how you get more gorgeous from one year to the next.

(Blair waves her off and they kiss each other on the cheek twice again. Jo is really watching, looking slightly nauseated.)

Blair: Oh, you look fabulous. (Dina waves her off.) I just love that sweater.

Dina: (waves her off) I would kill, we’re talking murder one for that hair. (She touches Blair’s hair. Blair waves her off and walks around Dina, strutting while tossing her hair. Dina watches.)

Jo: (folds her arms over her chest in disgust) I think I just stumbled into a Farah Faucet convention.

Blair: Oh, uh, Dina, this is Jo. She’s a… schoolmate of mine.

Dina: (in disbelief) Is she really? (Jo looks annoyed. Dina sticks out her hand.) Dina Becker. (Jo shakes her hand roughly.) So nice to meet you.

Jo: Likewise. There are certain things you’ve got to see with your own eyes to believe. (She walks past Dina and goes back over to her table.)

Dina: (following Jo with Blair behind her) So, you go to the same school as Warner here. How wonderful. I mean, where else, but in America, would someone like you even know someone like her?

(Dina and Blair nod and smile in agreement and go away from the table to talk. Jo sits down in her chair without being amused. Jo’s friend, Jesse walks into the diner behind Jo. Jesse has on a black leather jacket and jeans.)

Jesse: (pokes Jo) Hey stranger.

Jo: (gets up and grabs Jesse’s hand) Hey Jesse! You look great.

(Blair and Dina watch from the counter on the other side of the room. Blair is sitting on one of the bar stools.)

Jesse: Yeah, long time no see.

Jo: Yeah.

Jesse: Hey, you look a little thin, huh? Don’t they feed you up at that school?

Jo: I can’t believe it…

(Blair clears her throat loudly as she and Dina wait expectantly. Jo and Dina look over at them and their enthusiasm dies.)

Jo: Oh, uh, Jesse this is, uh, someone who goes to my school, Blair Warner.

(Jesse seems to suddenly knows who she’s talking about and looks to Jo for confirmation. Jo nods.)

Jesse: (goes over to shake her hand) Hi.

Blair: Hello

(Jesse goes back to talk to Jo.)

Jesse: So like…

(Blair clears her throat again and she and Dina wait. Jesse and Jo look at each other annoyed.)

Jo: And this is, uh, her friend here, Princess Di.

(Jesse again goes over to the other two girls and shakes Dina’s hand.)

Dina: Dina Becker. (She turns to give Blair a look and turns to look at Jo and Jesse.)

Blair: So you’re Jesse? (She stands up.)  Jo’s told me so much about you.

Jesse: Oh yeah, same here. (She looks at Jo.) You weren’t kidding, were you?

(Jo snickers.)

Dina: Jesse and Jo, did you two ride with the Dalton Gang?

(Jo and Jesse aren’t amused. A Japanese man backs up into Jesse’s back and she reacts.)

Jesse: Hey! (He bows to her.) Watch it. (He leaves.) Boat people… (Jo seems a little disturbed.) Seems like you can’t turn around without bumping into half the cast of Shogun.

(Jo and Jesse go to sit down at the table.)

Blair: And I suppose your family came over on the Mayflower. (She sits down next to Jesse.) Don’t you know New York is a melting pot? Different people from different places. We should try to make them feel at home.

Jo: Blair likes to think of herself as hostess to the world.

Blair: I simply speak the international language.

Jo: Yeah, shopping… (Blair flips her hair over her shoulder.) A day with Blair is like going up San Juan Hill. Every time you turn around, she’s yelling, (sticks her index finger in the air) ‘Charge!’

Dina: Speaking of charging, have I got a weekend planned. There is not one store in Manhattan that we won’t be giving some serious attention to.

Jesse: Oh, they’re going shopping. How divine.

Blair: And what are you two planning this weekend? Knocking over a few candy stores?

Jesse: How’d you like to gargle eggshells, sweetheart? (She turns to Jo.) I think we can just hang out tomorrow, you know, check out the old neighborhood.

Jo: Great, yeah.

Blair: Be careful girls. Remember, it’s a jungle out there.

Jesse: It’s about to be a jungle in here if you don’t watch your mouth, Mrs. Clairol.

Blair: Don’t you threaten me.

Dina: Honestly, this one is right out of the Sweathogs.

Jesse: (stands up) You’re asking for it Barbie Doll.

Blair: (stands up) I think you not to take that tone with my friend.

Jo: (stands up) She’ll take whatever tone she wants with your friend.

Dina: How déclassé. Oh, that means low.

Jesse: In your rear. That means, in your rear.

Blair: Little words for little minds.

Jo: And just whose mind are you calling little, muffin head?

Blair: (towards Jesse) Her’s and (looks over to Jo) don’t you call me names you grungy, grease monkey.

Jesse: Why don’t you go to the garbage dump and turn yourselves in?

Dina: Why don’t you…turn blue?

(Blair looks triumphant. Jo and Jesse look at each other.)

Blair: That’s telling her Dina!

Jo: (grabs her duffle bag) Come on Jesse, let’s bolt.

Blair: No you don’t. We’ll bolt first. (She starts collecting her bags.)

Dina: Is this all you brought?

Blair: (helpless) I was in a hurry.

(Dina helps Blair with her bags. All four of them try to get out at the same and bump into each other.)

[Scene: Dina’s apartment. Dina enters and Blair follows with several packages of clothes. The room that they enter is a kitchen slash living room. It is well furnished with china on racks and brass cookware. The counters look spotless.]

Dina: Hildy…? Hildy?

Blair: What a wonderful way to spend Saturday morning, (Dina takes a piece of paper from the kitchen table and unfolds to read it) breakfast at the plaza and the doorman, Mr. Johnson, remembering me after all this time. (Dina looks serious as she reads the paper.) I’m having a lovely day.

Dina: I’m going to be ill.

Blair: (puts her packages on one of the counters) What is it?

Dina: Hildy’s had to run off. She lost a filling or something. (She goes over next to Blair.) What am I supposed to do now? I’ve got our whole crowd coming over for lunch and positively nothing to serve. (She walks away from Blair.) Honestly, the selfishness of some people.

Blair: (smiles suddenly as if having an idea and goes over to Dina) We’ll make something ourselves.

Dina: (laughs as if this idea is ridiculous) Very funny Warner. What are we going to do?

Blair: We’ll throw together a tuna salad or something. (She heads over to the cooking area.)

Dina: I beg your pardon?

Blair: (stops and turns) Tuna… (She goes back over to Dina.) You’ve heard of tuna fish. (Dina stares at her as if not knowing what she’s talking about.) It’s like welfare sturgeon. You must have some in the house. (She heads over to the cooking area and takes off her blazer.)

Dina: (follows Blair) Well, if we do, chances are it’s for the cat. (Blair laughs and puts an apron on.) Really Warner, you’re not seriously suggesting that we…that is, you and I, prepare lunch for our friends?

Blair: (pulls out a can of tuna) Why not?

Dina: (laughs and goes over to put her arm around Blair’s shoulders) Oh Warner, you were always one to try anything once. Making lunch… that’s so cute.

Blair: It’s not a big deal. This is a kitchen you know, not the space shuttle. (She gets the mayo out of the fridge.)

Dina: I know that this is a kitchen. That’s why I stay away from it as much as possible.

Blair: (grabs a red bowl from a cupboard in the island and shows Dina the can) This is tuna fish. Should the subject ever come up again… (She points to a picture on the can.) See the little fishy? Now, we open it. (She uses an electric can opener.)

Dina: You really are serious about this.

Blair: Tuna salad, that’s tuna, mayonnaise, and something crunchy. Name something crunchy.

Dina: Diamonds.

Blair: (takes the top off the can and puts the tuna in the bowl) Come on Becker.

Dina: Well, if I don’t make jokes, I’ll lose my temper. (Blair starts to put some mayo into the bowl.) Look at you. You’re turning into domestic. (Blair accidentally puts too much in. She puts the jar onto the counter and licks the mayo off her hand.) What’s happened to you?

Blair: (puts the top back on the jar) I spend a lot of time around the kitchen in school. (She uses a meat tenderizer to mix the tuna.)

Dina: I don’t believe it.

Blair: Well, believe it. (She heads over to the kitchen table.) I work there.

Dina: You work? (She follows Blair.) In a kitchen? Like a common ordinary maid?

Blair: There is nothing ordinary about me. (She sits down.) I do dishes. I wait tables. (She begins to stir the tuna again.) I even make extraordinary oatmeal.

Dina: Well I wouldn’t brag about it. (Blair looks exasperated.) Blair, I remember when you couldn’t even make your own bed. (Dina turns and walks away from the table.)

Blair: Still not my best thing. (She gets up and follows Dina.) Anyway, what is wrong with doing some things for yourself?

Dina: (turns to Blair) Nothing, if you have to. But, we don’t have to.

(Hildy comes in.)

Hildy: (taking off her scarf) I’m back, Ms. Dina.

Dina: Hildy, where have you been?

Hildy: (taking off her coat) I’m sorry. I had a bad tooth.

Dina: I know that and you know that we are expecting guests. Now what do you intend to do?

Hildy: It’s already been done, Ms. Dina. The gazpacho is chilling and the crimps are always supposed to be prepared at the last minute. (She passes Dina and goes over to where Blair is standing.

Dina: (follows Hildy) Well, you gave me quite a scare. In the future, could you please take better care of your teeth so that this doesn’t happen again? (She turns away in a huff and Hildy and Blair looked stunned.)

Blair: Becker! (Hildy begins to leave.) Hildy, how is your tooth?

Hildy: Ask the dentist, he’s got it. (She exits farther into the apartment.)

Dina: (goes over to Blair) How could you take her side?

Blair: All I did was ask her how her tooth was.

Dina: You know what I mean. Or at least you did before you trotted off to that school. (She turns and walks away from Blair.)

Blair: (goes over to Dina) What is wrong with that school? I’ve made a lot of good friends there.

Dina: (turns) Like that little hoodlum at the coffee shop? Face it Warner, that school’s gone downhill. They let almost anybody in there now. (She moves away from Blair.)

Blair: (turns to face Dina) Becker? In your ear! (Dina turns around and looks shocked.)

[Scene: Recreation Center, New York City. A bunch of people, young and old, are in a large area. Jo and Jesse play foosball.]

Jo: Ahh! And I had a wide open shot.

Jesse: That’s three zip Jo. Want to go again?

Jo: Aw, let’s knock it off for a while.

Jesse: (heads over to the vending machine behind the foosball table) I never used to be able beat you.

Jo: (goes over to Jesse) Guess I’m slipping in my old age.

Jesse: (turns to Jo with a roll of candy) You don’t get enough competition up in farm country. Takes a little street action to keep your game sharp. Sure you don’t want to go again?

Jo: Maybe later. (She sits on a bench near the foosball table. Jesse joins her.) Ah, this place has changed.

Jesse: Yep, whole neighborhood has.

Jo: Yeah, but not Mrs. Lumbardo at the record store. She remembered me. She kept staring at me the whole time we were in there.

Jesse: Sure she did. She was afraid you were going to lift something.

(Jo laughs. There are two old men on sitting next to the vending machine. They are playing checkers. The man with a fishing hat on knocks some pieces on the ground.)

Fishing man: Oh, excuse me girls. Could you hand me those checkers please?

Jesse: (gets up) Why don’t you just get up and get them yourself?

Jo: (gets up) Hey, Jesse.

Jesse: No, you don’t know these two. They’re always giving us a hard time. If it’s not our music, it’s the way we talk, the way we dress…

Jo: Hey, come on. (Jo grabs the pieces off the ground and hands them to the fishing man.) There you go.

Fishing man: Thank you.

Jesse: Oh sure, five minutes a year he’s a human being. The rest of the time he’s calling the cops. (She turns away and heads back over to the bench.)

Jo: (following her) It’s a community rec room. It’s part of the community.

Jesse: Yeah? So are they. (She points to two Latinos working on painting a mural on the wall on the opposite side of the room.) Every where you look, there’s nothing but conga dancers.

Jo: Beats disco. (They both head closer to the mural.) What are you so down on them for?

Jesse: Because they’re taking over. Spanish is becoming the mother tongue of the Bronx.

Jo: So what’s wrong with picking up another language? (She smiles.)

Jesse: If it’s all the same, I’d just assume they learn mine. I was here first. (She goes closer to the mural wall and points to it.) See that?

Jo: Mural? Yeah, looks good.

Jesse: (doubting) Oh, you think so? (She looks at it.) Nah, I think it’s missing something. Fortunately, I got just what it needs. (She goes to her jacket on the bench and pulls out some spray paint. Shaking it, she goes toward the mural.)

Jo: (blocks Jesse) Hey, come on.

Jesse: Oh, come on what? You used to do it.

Jo: I know…

Jesse: Hey, we got to take our stand. It’s us against them. (She goes past Jo and continues to shake her can.)

Jo: (turns) And people wonder what’s killing the city.

Jesse: (turns) Who are you, Mayor Koch? You go off to some hotshot school. Now you come back talking like some kind of social worker.

Jo: You know, you live here too. Why turn this place into a combat zone?

Jesse: Because that’s what it is. But you wouldn’t know that, would you? While we’re here manning the barricades, you’re off in fantasy island.

Jo: Look, I just go to school in Peekskill. This is my home.

Jesse: (passes Jo) Oh yeah, I hear you.

Jo: (turns) Jesse, I care about this place. I care about you.

Jesse: Oh, so that’s why you’re giving me lessons on how I should act.

Jo: I’m not.

Jesse: Oh, no. It’s great, I could learn from you. Listen, up at that school of yours, when you drink tea, do you hold your pinkies up or down?

Jo: Lay off the school, Jesse. It’s not like that.

Jesse: Then how is it?

Jo: It’s a good place and I’m lucky. (Jesse moves past Jo again and Jo turns to her.) You know, you’re lucky too. Come on, there’s so much going on around you, past those barricades. You got the whole city out there.

Jesse: (turns) Oh and what’s that? Philosophy? Listen, I’m the one that has to live here. I’ll do it anyway I want. (She goes toward the mural.)

Jo: (grabs her arm) Don’t ruin it Jesse!

Jesse: (turns quickly) Quit it! I’ve had just about enough from you, you know. Leave me alone.

Jo: (tries to grab the can) Would you…

Jesse: (wrestles with Jo) Give it back! (Jo pulls it away.) I’ll kill you. You’re asking for a shot!

Jo: (pointing to the mural) It’s a nice painting, Jesse! Look at it!

Jesse: Oh, that’s great. That’s great! You take their side. Well, you know what? You can spend the rest of your weekend singing La Cocaracha with them, because you ain’t spending it with me. (She throws the can top on the ground and pushes through the doors to exit to the outside. Jo stares at the doors for a moment and then walks over to a table to put the can down. Jesse comes back in.) You better get out of here. Your odds get a lot worse after the sun goes down. (Jo stares at her, still angry.) You coming or what?

Jo: Sure. (She grabs her and Jesse’s coats. Looking over at the fishing man for a moment, she turns to leave. Jesse leads the way out. Jo takes one last look at the community center and sees a teenage girl and boy head to the foosball table. Then she pushes the door wide open and leaves.)

[Scene: The diner at Grand Central Station in New York City. Jo sits at the eating counter alone with a soda in front of her. She’s waiting for someone with her arms crossed on the table. The waiter from the other day is cleaning up around her. Blair comes in struggling with her bags.]

Blair: A tab, a tab. My visa card for a tab. (She puts her bags on the ground near Jo.)

Jo: It’s about time. We said three fifteen.

Blair: (looking over at Jo annoyed) It’s a wonder I got here at all. My cab driver got into an argument with a policeman’s horse. (She sits next to Jo.)

Waiter: (handing Blair a glass of water and talking to Jo) See, you didn’t have to worry. Your friend made it.

Blair: (surprised) You were worried?

Jo: I wasn’t worried. (She glares at the waiter with hostility. The waiter withdraws.)

Blair: (seems glad that Jo cared) I’m not that late.

Jo: You’re late. We said three fifteen.

Blair: Alright, I’m sorry. (They sit in silence for a moment while they stare at their glasses.) So… (looks at Jo) how was your weekend?

Jo: (pretending to be happy) Great. Just great… How was yours?

Blair: (laughs) Exhausting. If there’s anything adorable left to buy in Manhattan, it certainly isn’t my fault… Um, how’s your friend? Rocky?

Jo: (looks at Blair) Jesse. (Blair nods with exaggeration.) She’s fine… The same.

Blair: (after a moment) Becker hasn’t changed much either… You know, I’m kind of looking forward to getting back to school, to relax for relax if nothing else.

Jo: Yeah, I’m beat myself.

(They look down and Blair chuckles. Then they exchange a long look before staring back at their drinks.)

Blair: (slaps her hand on the counter) We better get going. (She stands up.)

Jo: (getting up) Ah, yeah.

Blair: After all, we want to make sure you get a seat facing front.

(Jo gives her an annoyed look before grabbing her duffle bag and heading out. Then she notices Blair is having trouble getting all her bags. Going back over, she grabs Blair’s biggest suitcase. Blair takes a moment to notice and smiles. Jo heads back out again as Blair grabs the last bag. Holding the door open, Jo allows Blair to go through. They exchange smiles and the frame freezes. The credits roll.)
 

END OF EPISODE

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