SKIN
DEEP
BY WILL
DIXON & DAMIAN KINDLER
MARGUERITE: Could this day get any better?
CHALLENGER: That’s a rare sight. Marguerite the homemaker.
ROXTON: I don’t believe it. She’s up to something.
MALONE: Good luck with the new, improved,
Marguerite.
ROXTON: Why don’t you just tell us what
you want, hm?
MARGUERITE: I want to spend the day with
the two men I most admire.
ROXTON: Did you have someplace in mind or
are we just going to keep walking all day?
MARGUERITE: As a matter of fact, I know
the perfect spot to spread the picnic basket.
ROXTON: Over a snake pit perhaps?
ROXTON: What, in there? You want to have a picnic in a cave?
MARGUERITE: It’s lovely once you get
inside.
ROXTON: Hm, story of my life.
ROXTON: Oh, don’t be shocked. When we get back to England we’re making it
official. Marguerite and I are getting
married.
CHALLENGER: To each other?
MARGUERITE: I thought these caves were
filled with jewels.
ROXTON: Curiosity killed the cat.
CHALLENGER: Your duplicates were planning
your wedding.
ROXTON: A big affair, was it?
MARGUERITE: I hope they didn’t do anything
embarrassing.
CHALLENGER: What do you find
embarrassing?
VERONICA: In fact, we invited them back
for a picnic.
MARGUERITE: A picnic? Who’s idea was that?
CHALLENGER: As a matter of fact,
Marguerite, it was your duplicate’s suggestion.
MARGUERITE: As if I would ever suggest a
picnic!
VERONICA: You were going to make
all the sandwiches.
CHALLENGER: And carry the picnic basket.
MALONE: That is if you weren’t too busy
holding hands with Roxton.
MARGUERITE: No, no, no, let’s get one
thing perfectly clear; who or whatever that other woman was, she was no
relative of mine.
ROXTON: Hm, it’s so good to see her back
to normal.