The Women of Brewster Place1989

Theresa:
[as Lorraine comes in with groceries] Remember my chocolate chip cookies?

Lorraine:
Well, hello. Hello to you too. My day? My day was just fine. [sets groceries on the counter] Little Baxter boy brought his puppy to the show and tell, peed all over the floor then proceeded to chew the heel off my shoe. But yes, I managed to hobble to the store [takes out a package of cookies] to get you chocolate chip cookies.

Theresa:
You know, you should have a talk with Mrs. Baxter. She ought to train that boy better than that. [She goes over to her] Hello.

Lorraine:
Hi

Theresa:
I only had to work half a day and the only tragedy I had was that I lost some fingernails in the typewriter. I'll put the stuff away and I'll make dinner so you can get your rest.

Lorraine:
No, you made dinner last night and fair is fair. I'm not really tired. [They proceed to get the groceries out of the bag] T?

Theresa:
What?

Lorraine:
Have you noticed that people aren't as nice as they used to be?

Theresa:
What people, Lorraine?

Lorraine:
People in this building. They hardly speak to me anymore and it wasn't like that when we first moved in. I don't know. It makes me wonder what are they thinking.

Theresa:
Well, I personally don't give a damn what they're thinking- their good evenings don't put food on our table. [she takes the groceries to the far end of the kitchen]

Lorraine:
Yeah, but you saw the way those two old ladies looked at us. They must know something or feel something.

Theresa:
They, they, THEY! I'm not starting up with this again, Lorraine. Now who in the hell are 'they'? You know, we're living in this dump of a building in this godforsaken neighborhood around a bunch of ignorant Negros with the cotton still underneath their fingernails because of you and your "theys". "They" knew something in Linden Hills and I had to give up my beautiful apartment for you. Then "they" knew in Park Heights and you made me so miserable we had to move. And now these mysterious "theys" are on Brewster Place? Look out the window, Lorraine! Do you see that wall? That's the end of the line for me. I'm NOT moving anymore so if that's what you're working up to, SAVE IT!

Lorraine:
[facing her] You see, that's why I didn't mention it to you! Because you're always flying off the handle and jumping to conclusions and I did not say a damn thing about moving! [she goes to the bedroom door] And, I was not aware that you've been so miserable since we've been together! [she goes into the bedroom and slams the door. Theresa goes to the bedroom]

Theresa:
I'm sorry. Something knew I overacted. I'm sorry. [coming over to Lorraine in bed] And you know good and well if I was that miserable, I would have been gone a long time ago.

Lorraine:
You must think I'm some sort of paranoid freak. T, I just can't afford to have people calling the school or writing to the principal.

Theresa:
I know, I know.

Lorraine:
That's how I lost my job in Detroit. Teaching is my whole world, T.

Theresa:
I know. Look, it's not going to happen again. Lorraine, this school is too far away and you don't have to tell these old biddies where you work. You're just worrying about nothing. But I know something that's gonna make you feel a whole lot better about all of this.

Lorraine:
What?

Theresa:
Chocolate chip cookies.

Lorraine:
[starts laughing] Lord, Help me Jesus! [They both laugh]