STONE
COLD
BY
JUDITH REEVES-STEVENS & GARFIELD REEVES-STEVENS
MARGUERITE LOOKS AT THE GARGOYLE ON THE
WALL
MARGUERITE: He reminds me of my first
husband…(ROXTON LOOKS AT HER IN
SURPRISE)…or was it my third?
ROXTON: Wait here.
MARGUERITE: I will not!
ROXTON: Marguerite, you’re freezing and so
is the wind. I’m trying to save you
from a nasty cold.
MARGUERITE: Do I look like I need saving?
ROXTON: As a matter of fact, you do.
SOPHIE: See something you like?
VALOIR: Not yet; but I am willing to
conduct a thorough search.
CHALLENGER: Are you still here?
MALONE: Uh, we’re here.
VERONICA: But our clothes aren’t.
CHALLENGER: I’ll get your clothes. It’s good to see you back though.
MARGUERITE: Just make sure that’s all you do
see.
MARGUERITE: What?!
ROXTON: Oh I was just remembering that
delightful little mole you have right by…
MARGUERITE: Stop there! Right now.
ROXTON: As you command, my Contesse.
MARGUERITE: Command. You want a command?
SHE WHISPERS INTO HIS EAR
ROXTON: I don’t know if that’s physically
possible. (MARGUERITE BOWS
MOCKINGLY) Certainly not ladylike.