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301
Celia Bond broke her wrist playing tennis, 302
which means we are now in desperate need
of someone to do the costumes. 303
I'm keeping my fingers crossed here.
Are there any volunteers? 304
I'll do it. 305
Really? That's a --do you know how to sew? 306
Absolutely. 307
Well, uh, great. Thank you, Lynette. 308
Okay, so now that I'm going to do some heavy lifting, 309
I believe I have the right to talk
about the changes made to the script. 310
Um... 311
ladies 312
We all grew up with "Little Red Riding Hood," 313
and we survived it, scary stuff and all, 314
so I say to hell with political correctness. 315
Let our kids experience this classic
like it was meant to be enjoyed. 316
Let's kill the damn wolf,
and just put on the best show we can. 317
Thank you, Lynette, for that impassioned speech, 318
but I believe that ship has sailed. 319
No, it hasn't. We still have time
to change the ending back. 320
And, you know, Maisy, it is just a fairy tale. 321
I don't think it will upset the children. 322
Well, I think you're wrong. 323
Well, that's what so great about being in a democracy. 324
Everyone's entitled to their opinion. 325
Also, everyone has a right to vote, 326
so all in favor of the woodsman
going medieval on the big bad wolf's ass... 327
Oh! Oh! 328
Dr. Goldfine. 329
Bree. 330
You're dining alone? 331
Actually, I am. 332
Well, what a coincidence. So am I. 333
Seems a shame for us to eat by ourselves.
Shall I pull up a chair? 334
Bree, it's nothing personal,
but I never socialize with clients. 335
Oh. 336
Oh, I get it. 337
I'm so sorry. Of course, it's -- it's in appropriate. 338
It's just that after what happened yesterday,
there's so much I need to say, because -- 339
I suppose it can wait. 340
No, Lynette, I'm sorry. Juanita's taking a bath. 341
Well, how much did she win from you? 342
Jeez. 343
Yeah, I guess she'll take a check. 344
Okay. 345
All right, bye. 346
What was that about? 347
Turns out your mother is quite the card shark. 348
You let her play cards. 349
How long did she play? 350
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