INT. SPRINGFIELD TOWERS -- LATER THAT MORNING (Scene 33B)

STACEY & J leave the suite. NOLA and QUINT wave good bye and turn to each other.

QUINT: I'm a little confused about what you said earlier.

NOLA: What was that?

QUINT: Well, I guess after the last few days I just assumed you would be staying with me.

NOLA: Quinton, we have been apart for almost a year and a half.

QUINT: One year, five months and six days to be exact.

NOLA (impressed): Don't you think it would be fun to date and get used to each other again?

QUINT: I don't want to get used to you. I want to be with you. I don't want to waste anymore time.

NOLA: I know maybe that was the wrong word, but I really think dating could be fun

Nola moves closer to him and fiddles with his ascot.

NOLA: I mean, we'll still have lots and lots of nights like last night and the night in the tent, but I don't think we should just move in back together yet. Let's talk about this again once you . . . we find a house.

QUINT: So you promise lots of "those" nights?

NOLA: (seductively) Do you?

QUINT: That goes without saying. Consider it an open invitation.

Quint kisses her.

INT. REARDON BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN -- LATER THAT DAY (Scene 34)

STACEY sits at the kitchen table while Nola pours them both some iced tea.

STACEY: I'm so glad to see you and Daddy so happy.

NOLA: We are, but I hope you understand about the living arrangements.

STACEY: I do, it does kind of make things more interesting if you think about it.

NOLA: So much has changed so quickly and I just need to sort everything out so far.

STACEY: I understand . . . does Daddy?

NOLA: I think he does now.

STACEY (changing subject): Mom, I brought your special box with me.

NOLA: You did?

STACEY: Do you want me to get it?

NOLA (nervous, but anxious): Yes

Stacey rustles through a large tote bag on one of the kitchen chairs and pulls out a small wooden hand painted box. She puts it on the table. Nola sits infront of it and gingerly opens the top. It CREAKS.

NOLA: When I left California I just couldn't take this with me . . . it was so sad . . .but now seeing it again makes me feel so happy . . . and a little nervous.

STACEY: Why nervous?

NOLA (honestly): I don't know.

Nola takes out some pictures and smiles as she looks at them.

NOLA (laughing): Here's the picture of Quinton and me on our 10th anniversary (sarcastically) Stacey, you did a marvelous job centering the picture.

STACEY (defensively): I was only eleven years old. At least I didn't chop your heads off like A.J. always did.

Nola continues to go through pictures.

NOLA: Here's that Christmas when we were desperatley trying to make you guys still believe in Santa Claus.

STACEY: Sorry to break your bubble, but J and I knew a few Christmas's before that.

NOLA: How?

STACEY: How does that song go . . . "I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus"

Nola and Stacey smile. Nola continues to sort through pictures.

NOLA: This was always my favorite wedding picture (pointing to picture) and there you are. Stacey, I knew your father would make both of us very happy.

Nola pulls some papers out of the box and anxiously sorts through them looking for something in particular. She finally finds a worn looking letter with curled edges.

NOLA: The letter that Quinton wrote to me in Tanquir.

STACEY: I love that letter. That letter always gave me hope when things were at their worst. . . Daddy really loves you mom.

NOLA: I know. And I love him very very much.

Nola looks over the letter and starts tearing up. She looks in the box again and notices something at the bottom. She pulls out an old emerald ring.

NOLA: Quinton's mother's ring.

She slips it on her left ring finger.

NOLA: I don't know why I never got it sized, it never did fit right. I suppose I ought to do it now. Better late than never.

STACEY: I'm glad I was able to take care of those things for you. Now you need them back.

Nola gets up and hugs Stacey.

NOLA: I love you so much, thank you.

STACEY: I love you mom.

NOLA: I hope some day you find a man as wonderful as Quint.

Stacey breaks away from Nola

STACEY: Mom, come on, don't say that.

NOLA: Why, I just want you to be happy.

STACEY: I know, but I have something to tell you . . . I think you might already know, but . . . .

Suddenly the phone RINGS. Nola goes to get it.

NOLA: Hello . . . (dreamily) . . . Quinton

Stacey looks away in disappointment.

INT. REARDON BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN -- LATER (Scene 35)

(My first scene without Nola or Quint, how weird!!!)

STACEY and J are sitting at the kitchen table talking.

J: Are you planning on staying in town.

STACEY: I haven't decided yet.

J: I'd love for you to stay, but it couldn't be more boring here.

STACEY: Really? I do have one more semester and then after that I don't know. I kind of get the feeling that daddy and mom would like some time to themselves to catch up.

J: I'm sure they want you to stay. Mom talked about you all the time.

STACEY: I'm surprised.

J: Why do you say that? You're the one their proud of. I'm the big screw up.

STACEY: (joking) You'll come around. They know that.

J: So are you really happy about mom and dad?

STACEY: Of course I am. All along this thing never made sense.

J: I know. It was always so embarrasing the way they were together.

STACEY: I think they're sweet.

J: Sweet? I don't know if that's how I'd describe it.

STACEY: Mom must have freaked the other day when you walked in on them?

J: She freaked? I'm the one who freaked. The way they act sometimes you'd think they discovered something new.

STACEY: I think it's sweet that they are each other's one and only.

Stacey gets up to check what is in the fridge.

STACEY: I have plans tonight with a friend of mine, but don't mention it to mom and dad.

J: I didn't know you knew anyone in Springfield.

STACEY: I don't. A friend of mine traveled out here with me.

J: So why so mysterious?

STACEY: I want them to have time alone . . . and I don't want them to start asking all sorts of questions. Daddy will let things go, but mom . . .

J: Is it someone serious? It's not that Mark nerd is it?

STACEY: J, I was never seeing Mark, we were friends and we studied together, that's it.

J: Sure whatever, so who's the new guy?

STACEY: Why do you assume it's a guy? I came with my friend Lisa. You know Lisa.

J: Whatever, it just sounded like you were talking about a date . . .(joking) You know you better watch it or those rumors will start again.

STACEY: I don't care about rumors, but just don't say anything.

J: Fine, sometimes you can be so weird. Hey isn't Lisa that really cute girl with the short dark hair? Maybe you could hook the two of us up?

STACEY: You're not exactly her type.

FADE OUT:

INT. REARDON BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN -- EARLY EVENING

(by Lusca)

BRIDGET and J are sitting at the table eating frozen pizza and drinking sodas out of the can.

BRIDGET: Where's Nola?

J: She still upstairs getting ready.

BRIDGET: Still, she's been up there forever.

J: Oh, believe me Bridget, when Mom and Dad go out the "really" go all out.

BRIDGET: Where are the going?

J: I dunno, some fancy French place I bet. They used to drag me and Stacey to those places when we were little.

BRIDGET: You must have been bored out of your mind.

J: Well, Stacey and I made sure it wasn't a total drag. (He starts laughing) I remember this one time, when I was...I don't know..9, and we were in London. Every thing was all fancy and proper, and just as the waiter gets to the table and we're about to order, Stacey says...

(There's a KNOCK at the door.)

(Bridget jumps up to get the door. She opens it to find QUINTON in full black tuxedo. She stiffles a laugh.)

Quinton walks past Bridget and into the kitchen.

BRIDGET: Quint, you look...uh...nice.

QUINTON: Thank you Bridget. Is Nola ready?

BRIDGET: No, not yet. (Still looking at Quint like he was from another planet).

J: Dad, I can't believe you dusted that thing ol' off and are actually wearing it again.

QUINTON: Well, J, for your information, I just purchased this today. (He sits down at the table)

BRIDGET: You mean you can buy those things? I thought people just rented them for proms and weddings and stuff.

J: Oh No Bridget. Mom and Dad insisted on humiliating me by walking out the door at least once a month in this garb. I had to make up a new excuse everytime one of my friends happened to see them leave the house like this...they went to a wedding...they went to a costume party...they went to meet the Pope. I was so embarrased!

QUINTON: J, I'm sure Bridget doesn't want to hear how the Chamberlains have embarrased each other over the years...(he grins and looks at J)..unless you want me to tell her about the time in New Zealand when...

J: (pleading) No..please don't dad.

Bridget goes to Quint.

BRIDGET: No, I want to hear about it...go ahead Quint tell me...

She realizes Quint is no longer paying attention to her. His eyes are locked on something across the room, he's entranced. J and Bridget turn to see NOLA, in a fabulous dress.

He stands and walks to Nola, not breaking eye contact for one second.

QUINTON: Nola, you're absolutly breathtaking. (He kisses her hand and then her cheek.)

NOLA: Thank you Quinton (She says softly). You look very handsome tonight.

QUINTON: Thank you. (he says soflty)

(Bridget watches this , her eyes as big as saucers, her hearts beating very fast.)

J: Wow, Mom, you look great.

Nola and Quinton are still locked in a dreamy stare and she finally looks over, realizing there is someone else in the room.

BRIDGET: Yeah Nola...I...I...you look look great.

NOLA: Oh, thank you. Thanks.

QUINTON: Well, shall we go?

NOLA: Yes, I think we should.

J: See ya, have fun.

BRIDGET: Yeah...have a nice time...(Bridget sighs)

Quinton and Nola leave. Quinton still not taking his eyes off Nola.

J: Can you believe that? Sometimes I swear they think they're in a movie or something.

BRIDGET: Well, they did look great...and it's so nice the way your Dad looks at your Mom...I mean...

J: I guess...if you like that sort of stuff.

BRIDGET: I bet they're going to dance to, aren't they?

J: The WHOLE night. Well, in between all that making "goo goo" eyes at each other and playing footsy.

BRIDGET: Really?

J: Listen, I don't like where this is going. I'm gonna go get Dahlia and try to get that image out of my head.

BRIDGET: O.K., have fun.

J: Oh, I will. I've got very special plans for tonight.

J leaves.

Bridget sits down and pushes the pizza away from her and sighs and mopes.

INT. ROMANTIC RESTAURANT -- EVENING (by Lusca)

NOLA and QUINTON have just finished dinner and dancing at a very nice restaurant. Nola in fantastic dress, Quinton in tuxedo.

QUINTON: This evening has been just perfect.

NOLA: Yeah, it has. It's been so long since we danced.

QUINTON: Would you like to dance some more?

NOLA: No, um..maybe we should go.

Quinton smiles, pleased with this suggestion.

QUINTON: O.K., sure. Let me pay and then we'll...go.

EXT. OUTSIDE RESTAURANT -- A FEW MOMENTS LATER

NOLA and QUINT are outside the restaurant, walking to the car (actually a truck, not like the Packard in Guatamala but a "luxury" truck, practical for the work on the dig but still up to Chamberlain standards.)

QUINTON: Nola, would you like to go back to the suite?

NOLA: How about we take a drive?

QUINTON: A drive?

NOLA: Yeah, down by the lake. Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't you like to see the lake, Quinton?

QUINTON: Now?

NOLA: Yes Quinton, now...I really need to see the lake...now.

QUINTON: O.k., we'll go to the lake.

INT. QUINT'S TRUCK -- A LITTLE LATER THAT EVENING

QUINT and NOLA pull up to a grassy tree lined area. It's very dark. The lights of Springfield can be seen in the distance.

QUINTON: Are you sure this is the place Nola?

NOLA: Oh yes, isn't this nice Quinton?

QUINTON: It's nice Nola, but I can't see the lake. Why did you want to come here this late?

He looks around.

QUINT: Why are so many people up here? You can't even see the lake.

Nola turns on the radio to an oldies channel

--Playing All of you favorites, it's Moonlight Love Songs, WWSO. All oldies all the time.--

NOLA: Quinton, this is called Inspiration Point. Don't you feel inspired?

QUINTON: Nola, it's very nice...but don't you want to go? It's really too dark to see the lake.

Quinton squints and looks out in front of them.

QUINT: I'm not sure if the lake is even out there. I'll tell you what.There's a great view of the lake from route 57. (He leans closer to her and smiles) Why don't we drive out that way to Laurel Falls and you can look at the lake on the way?

Nola reacts in frustration

NOLA: The lake?...Quinton, I didn't come here to see the lake.

Quinton is confused.

QUINT: Nola, you said you wanted to see the lake. You told me to drive up here so you could see tha lake and we can't even see it.

NOLA: Quinton. I know you can't see the lake...(sighs in frustration)...haven't you ever parked?

QUINT: I park all the time Nola, what kind of question is....

Quinton stops and a lightbulb goes on

QUINT:..oh, you mean "park"?

NOLA: Yeah.

QUINT: No...I..I've never "parked".

NOLA: I guess not.

QUINT: I'm sorry Nola, I really thought you wanted to see the lake.

NOLA: Quinton...I don't want to hear one more word about the stupidlake...o.k.?

QUINTON: O.k.

Quinton and Nola look out in front of them for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. They turn to each other at the same moment and start laughing. Quinton scoots closer to Nola and put his arm around her. She turns to him and Quinton gives Nola the look she had been waiting for. She smiles seductively. He moves in for a very passionate kiss.

Immediately she starts to undo his tie. The tie comes of with ease but she fumbles at his jacket, vest and cummerbund. Distracted by this she stops the fervent kissing and looks down to see what she is doing wrong.

Quinton who is quite "anxious" tries to help but the harder he tries the less he accomplishes.

NOLA: Why did I have to bring you here in a tuxedo?

QUINT: I'm sorry Nola, I've never done this before.

NOLA: Well, I've never been up here with anyone in a tux?

Quinton stops and looks at Nola.

QUINT: You mean you've been here before?

NOLA: Quinton!

He grins

They finally remove Quinton's jacket, vest, cummerbund and have unbuttoned his shirt. They get back to the kissing and exploring.

Nola tries to move into a more comfortable horizontal position. Quinton tries to not interupt the heavy kissing as he also adjusts his position but it is very awkward as bumps his elbow on the steering wheel and his knee on the gear shift.

He fumbles around at the back of Nola's dress, still trying not to break off the passionate kiss. Nola tries to adjust to make it easier.

NOLA: Quinton, my goodness...

Quinton looks down..

QUINTON: That's the gear shift, Nola.

They continue the furious exploration of each other.

INT. J's CAR -- AT THE SAME TIME

J and DAHLIA pull up to Inspration Point.

J: It's nice up here isn't it?

DAHLIA: Yeah, but J, I thought you wanted to see the lake. I can't even see it.

Dahlia squints and looks out in front of them.

J: Dahlia, I just thought...

--Owww!

--I'm sorry. (coming from Quinton's truck) --

J looks over smiling.

J: I wonder what's going on in there?

DAHLIA: J, I'm sure they want some privacy.

J: Well, whatever's going on they sure are...oh my god. Oh no...tell me I'm dreaming.

DAHLIA: What's wrong?

J turns his head completely away from the window.

J: That's my dad's truck. That's my mom and and my dad and ...oh god no...not again.

DAHLIA: What do you mean again?

J: Let's just say that my timing with my parents and this "stuff' is the worst.

DAHLIA: You mean..

J: I can't beleive my parents are making out in a truck. I'm going to be sick. I swear, I'm going to need therapy for this one day.

Dahlia looks over

DAHLIA: Are you sure it's them....

J: Don't look. Let's just go. I can't handle this.

J tries to start his car but it won't turn over.

J: No...No...not here...not now. I'm dead. Just shoot me.

INT. QUINT'S TRUCK -- AT THE SAME TIME

QUINT can't help but react to the car sounds from outside the car. He pokes his head up. (we see a disheveled Quint with hair mussed and his shirt unbuttoned and half off)

Quickly he ducks back down next to NOLA

NOLA: Quinton, what are you doing?

Nola starts to sit up.

QUINT: No, don't...it's J.

NOLA: What...J?..Here?

QUINTON. Yes.

NOLA: Did he see you?

QUINTON: I don't know. I don't think so.

Quint pokes his head up again and ducks back down quickly and lays in the seat next to Nola.

They hear more car sounds.

QUINTON: I don't think his car will start.

NOLA: Oh god, what is he going to think of us if...wait..what's he doing here anyway?

She starts to sit up, Quinton pulls her down.

QUINTON: He probably came to see the lake.

NOLA: Quinton!.

QUINTON: Maybe I should help him.

NOLA: No, you can't.

QUINTON: Nola, we can't just stay here like this.

NOLA: Well, put your clothes back on.

Quinton struggles to button his shirt and pants while laying in the seat.

He sits up quickly and gets out of the car. Quinton's hair is mess and his shirt is buttoned wrong and half tucked in. Nola lays low in the seat, peeking her head up occasionaly to see what is happening.

EXT. J's CAR -- A FEW MOMENTS LATER

QUINTON walks over to J's window and leans down.

J is still facing away and trying to start his car.

QUINTON: Good evening Dahlia....Son.

DAHLIA: Hello Mr. Chamberlain. (Dahlia looks down embarrassed and giggling.)

J just closes his eyes and winces at his fathers voice and finally turns to Quinton.

QUINTON: What are you doing here, J?

J: Uh, I could ask you the same thing Dad?

QUINTON: Your mother wanted to see the lake.

J: Sounds good to me.

QUINTON: Do you need some help?

J: The stupid thing won't start.

QUINTON: Well open the hood and I'll take a look at it.

J again tries to start the car...nothing.

Quinton fiddles with something under the hood.

QUINTON: O.K. try it now.

J tries again and it starts. Quinton closes the hood and comes back around.

QUINTON: You had a loose battery cable. It's fine now.

J: Great I'm out of here.

QUINTON: O.K., have a nice night and...be careful.

J: Yeah, O.K., thanks...and Dad?

QUINTON: Yes, son.

J leans out and whispers.

J: Your flies undone.

J speeds away.

QUINT quickly pulls up his fly and jogs back to the truck.

INT. QUINT'S TRUCK -- A FEW MOMENTS LATER ( by Donna)

QUINT gets in truck. NOLA is still laying low in the seat.

NOLA: (whispers) Is he okay? . . . Is he gone?

QUINT: Yes to both questions

Nola sits up a bit. Nola starts to laugh at the sight of the disshevled Quint.

QUINT: What's the matter?

NOLA: Does J know what is going on?

QUINT: I don't think so. I told him you "wanted to see the lake".

Nola keeps giggling to herself.

QUINT: What?

NOLA: I think he knows

QUINT: How?

NOLA: Look at yourself. Your hair is a mess. Your shirt is all buttonedwrong and is half hanging out.

QUINT: Well if he thought anything, he didn't say.

NOLA: I'm sure he wouldn't (seductively) What must he think of us?

QUINT: (starting to laugh) I don't know.

Nola turns up the music.

ANNOUNCER: It's Saturday night at the 70's

"My Everything" by Barry WHite starts to play on the radio.Nola leans against the door and motions with her finger for Quint to come over to her. Quint gets a mischieveous look on his face and pounces on her. They both laugh and try to get in a comfortable position. Nola unbuttons his shirt again and they continue where they left off. Quint starts to fiddle with the back of her dress again, but without success.

QUINT: (quietly) I think it's stuck

NOLA: Wait, let me try it.

They continue to try and kiss while Nola reaches around herself to undo the zipper. She knocks her elbow on the dashboard.

NOLA: Ow

QUINT: Sorry, I didn't mean that.

NOLA: No, I hit my elbow.

QUINT: Oh

NOLA: I can't reach it. Are you sure it's stuck?

QUINT: I think so. It won't go down further.

NOLA: Pull it back up and then try again.

QUINT: O.K.

He does as she instructed and continues to keep up the kissing.

QUINT: No, it's definitely stuck.

NOLA: Try harder

QUINT: I don't want to rip it.

NOLA (frustrated): I'll buy a new one Quinton

They continue kissing while Quint keeps trying to unzip the dress.

QUINT: Damn it!

Suddenly a rip sound is heard.

QUINT: Got it.

Unfazed they continue kissing and exploring. Nola removes his shirt and Quint has the top of her dress half way down.

QUINT: (breathlessly between kisses) Nola . . . this . . was . . . a great . . . idea

Nola kisses him more to get him to shut up. Suddenly there is a KNOCKING on the windshield.

NOLA (breathlessly): Quinton, what is going on?

QUINT: I have no idea.

He continues kissing her trying to ignore the knocking. The knocking continues.

NOLA: Quinton, someone's out there.

She tries to see who it is.

NOLA: There is definitely someone out there.

QUINT: Maybe they'll go away.

Suddenly a quick beam of light passes through the truck. They hear a man's voice off-screen.

MAN (o.c.) : Okay, kids, break it up. Time to go home.

NOLA: Quinton, I think it's the cops. We're busted!

Nola giggles.

QUINT: I can't believe this. Never parked in my life and then . . . boom

He quickly pulls his pants back up and grabs for his shirt which he puts on backwards. Nola sits up a bit and pulls her dress back up. She hides her face.

POLICE (o.c.): Okay kids break it up.

A beam of light enters the car again. Quint tries to compose himself and gets back over on the driver's side and slowly rolls down the window.

QUINT: Officer, can I help you?

POLICE (shocked): I'm sorry sir. I didn't realize . . . We're just out here trying to protect the youth of Springfield.

QUINT: I really appreciate that. My wife and I (motioning to Nola) have a teenage son and daughter and we're glad to hear that you are concerned about their well being.

POLICE: Of course, sir.

QUINT: My wife and I were just enjoying the beautiful view . . . of the lake. . . I mean the Springfield skyline.

POLICE: Not much of a skyline sir

QUINT: Oh no, it really is beautiful.

POLICE ( to Nola): Ma'am, I really hope you accept our apology. We're just doing our job.

Nola nods too embarrassed to say anything.

QUINT: Well thank you officers

Quint gets ready to roll up window.

POLICE (quietly to Quint): We really need to set a good example for the kids, so if you don't mind.

QUINT: (without hesitation) No, I . . . we don't mind at all.

He rolls up window. Police walk over to next car. Nola and Quint look at each other and start to laugh.

QUINT: I think we better get out of here.

NOLA: I think you're right.

INT. QUINT'S TRUCK -- A FEW MINUTES LATER

QUINT is driving. NOLA is snuggled next to him with her hand under his shirt. Both look dissheveled. Nola is kissing Quint's ear and face and nuzzles his neck.

QUINT: Nola, I can't concentrate on the road and I can't pull over after what just happened.

NOLA: (seductively) I can't help myself.

She continues kissing him.

QUINT: Are you sure you want to go to the boarding house . . . we could still go to the Springfield Towers or to . . .

NOLA: We can't walk into the Towers looking like this . . . no . . . the boarding house

QUINT: O.K, whatever you say.

Nola takes Quint's right hand and laces her fingers with his. She notices his cuff link and starts to fiddle with it and then it drops on the floor.

NOLA: Sorry

QUINT: Don't worry about it. I'll find it later.

NOLA: No, I don't want it to get lost.

She slides down on the floor to find the cuff link.

NOLA (o.c.): I can't see anything.

QUINT: Nola, really, I'll look for it later, it's not important.

NOLA (o.c.): Wait her it is . . . no that's not it.

QUINT (getting a funny look on his face): Nola, what are you doing?

NOLA (innocently o.c.): I'm looking for your . . . cuff link.

QUINT (gasps): Oh my God, Nola

NOLA (o.c.): I don't want to disappoint you . . . and lose your cuff link.

QUINT (nervously): You are definitely not disappointing me.

NOLA: Quinton, are you concentrating on the road?

QUINT: I'm . . . trying but . .you're . . not . . . you're not . . . making it easy.

NOLA: (o.c.): Do you want me to stop . . . looking.

QUINT: (without hesitation): No . . . No . . . keep on . . . looking.

NOLA (o.c.) I thought you might say that.

QUINT: (breathlessly) Nola . . . when we get to the . . . boarding house ... can I come in for some . . . iced tea?

NOLA (o.c.): Whatever you want . . . iced tea . . . whatever.

QUINT: I don't know how to thank you.

NOLA (o.c.) : I have a few ideas

QUINT: Anything . . . just let me know.

NOLA (o.c.): Was this a good idea?

QUINT: It's wonderful . . . I mean it was a wonderful idea.

NOLA: How am I supposed to find it with this gear shift in the way.

FADE OUT on an "anxious" Quint.

INT. REARDON BOARDING HOUSE -- THAT EVENING (written by Lusca)

NOLA & QUINT quietly come into the boarding house kitchen. She seems completely content. He follows her like a puppy looking at her with a large grin on his face.

NOLA: Well, this has been quite an evening.

QUINTON: Yes it has.

He pulls her to him and kisses her.

She pulls away, out of breath and impressed.

NOLA: Maybe we should...

QUINTON: I know...you want me to leave.

NOLA: Don't even think about it ...continue this upstairs.

QUINTON: Really?

NOLA: Have I disappointed you yet tonight?

He doesn't know what to say.

NOLA: But if I let you stay, will you promise to be very quiet? (Nola asksteasingly)

Quinton sighs and shakes his head

QUINTON: No.

Nola is intrigued.

NOLA: Well...o.k.

She grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs.

INT. NOLA'S BEDROOM -- THE NEXT MORNING

NOLA and QUINT lie in bed quietly talking and kissing.

NOLA: Oh gosh...I just thought of something.

QUINTON: What?

NOLA: You don't have any clothes.

QUINTON: I have clothes...

NOLA: You can't just go down to breakfast in a tuxedo.

QUINTON: Well, I don't think I can wear anything of yours so what do you have in mind?

NOLA: I've got a plan.

Nola gets out of bed and throws on some clothes. Just stay here, be quiet and I'll be right back.

Quint lies back with his hands behind his head relaxing contently.

There is a KNOCK at the door. It's BRIDGET.

BRIDGET: Hey, sleepy head, are you coming down for breakfast? I want to here all about last night.

She rattles the knob.

Quinton doesn't know what to do.

BRIDGET: Nola, you o.k.?

QUINTON: MmmHmm (Quinton answers in a high voice).

BRIDGET: Well, breakfast will be done soon, o.k.?

QUINTON: MmmHmm.

Quinton sits up and wraps the sheet around his waist. He goes to the door and opens it slightly. He sees someone in the hall and shuts it quickly. He waits a moment and opens it again. He sees another person coming and shuts it again. Someone turns the knob and Quinton ducks behind the door with the sheet wrapped around him.

Nola comes in and looks at the bed wondering where Quinton is. She closes the door and sees him standing behind it with a sheepish grin.

NOLA: I told you to wait for me.

He gets back into bed.

QUINTON: I thought you weren't coming back.

She smiles and shakes her head at him.

NOLA: Well, here are your choices.

She lays two piles of clothes out to Quint. Quint looks down at then with furled brow.

QUINTON: Nola, this isn't exactly my "style".

NOLA: Don't complain, Mister. You're very lucky that Mr. Hillman was still home. The only other person that wears your size is Mr. Stevens, and I just can't see you in a polyester leisure suit.

INT. REARDON BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN -- A FEW MINUTES LATER

NOLA comes down the steps to the kitchen. BRIDGET is fixing breakfast

NOLA: Good Morning. (She practicaly sings it).

BRIDGET: What was you're problem this morning?

NOLA: What do you mean?

BRIDGET: Well, you we're less than friendly this morning.

NOLA: Bridget, I have no idea what you're talking about.

J comes down the stairs. He's very quiet and sits down.

NOLA: Good morning J.

J: Morning (J is avoiding eye contact).

BRIDGET: Well, Nola...how was dinner with Quint?

NOLA: Oh, we had a really nice time.

BRIDGET: You were out pretty late. Where'd you go after dinner?

NOLA: Oh...we went for drive.

J winces.

Nola sets plates around the table.

BRIDGET: Well, aren't you going to give me the details.

J: No, Mom...please.

QUINTON comes down the stairs.

NOLA: Oh, yeah, Quinton's joining us for breakfast.

J can't help but laugh at the sight of his father in jeans.

TO BE CONTINUED

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