Nancy, cramming for the bar exam, keeps getting distracted by her
neighbor;
Annie goes on a survivalist kick.
Teleplay by Barbara Bosson; story by Diana Gould; produced by Nigel
McKeand;
directed by James Broderick.
Greg Mullavey: Ben Rivers.
Jenny Sullivan: Diane Rivers.
[Annie climbs out her window and down the wall, using a rope
ladder] Annie: 37 seconds. Not bad at all. Willie: Not bad for what? A cat burglar? Annie: I can get from my bed to safe ground in 37 seconds
exactly. Kate: Sounds good to me. But why would you want to? Annie: In case of an earthquake, of course. Buddy: An earthquake? What earthquake? Annie: The one California is way overdue for. Kate, Willie, and Buddy (in chorus): Oh. That
earthquake. Diane: Amazing luck. Nancy: What? Diane: Ben. He lucks out every time. 24 hours on his own, and he
meets
you, without ever having to leave the house. Nancy: Well, actually, we met by accident. Literally. He had a
fire in
his apartment. Diane (laughs): You saved him from fire? It was flood, for me.
He went
out and left the tub running. I lived in the apartment under his. He
got back
just as the manager and I were going in to turn off the water. We got
married
6 weeks later. He's really turned being accident-prone into an art
form.
Diane: That emergency must've really been a whopper. Nancy: Why? Diane: Well, it's almost... 8 o'clock now. [pause] Nancy: Are you telling me that he had no intention of helping
me? Diane: Not at all. But if he did show up now, what good would it
do
you? You're worn out, probably panicked. He knows what it's like,
taking the
bar. And he knows you can put it off. Indefinitely. [phone rings] Diane: That's him. Nancy: Maybe... Diane: I'm sure it is. Very apologetic, and on his way.
He'll
probably stop off and get you something. [giggles] It's usually
corned
beef on rye. Ben may be one of the first to have discovered the
seductive
qualities of delicatessen.
