oh potato salad mom!!!!!!!!
delete now if you're anti-kith
here's the script:
[Bruce is Larry's very happy, bubbly mother. He's wearing a bright dress,
has a red beehive hairdo, glasses, and bright reddish lipstick.]
Bruce: [opens front door] Oh, you must be friends of Larry's. Don't stand
out in the weather, come on in! [leads down hallway] Be careful on the rug;
we're having problems with it. Not much really, just a house. Come on!
[waving in..into kitchen]
Well, we all know why we're here. It's time to make...[clicks on radio,
happy music plays throughout]...potato salad! Potato salad! [sing-songy:]
First you take the eggs. Then you add the mayonnaise. Sugar to taste--a
little won't kill ya. Then I stir it all up. Boy, I love my kitchen. .
.especially in the day. [Daydreaming...wakes up] Well, back to work! [rising
from behind them--] Potatoes! You know, I've made potato salad a thousand
times and I've still got a lot to learn. [Daydreaming...wakes up] Well, back
to work. [giggles] Mix mix, stir stir, him him, her her. How is Larry
anyway? Oh, his marks. What to do, what to do.
[singy again:] Radishes and chives. Mix mix, stir stir, I married young,
it's all a blur. I can still fit into my wedding dress though. [Quick cut,
in dress, turning, showing it off.] See? Still fits. Not a lot of gals can
say that. [Cutting to different poses in the dress, then cuts back to dress
and apron.] Well, no rest for the wicked! Tada! Go on, take the potato salad
with ya. [walking away taking off apron.] Don't mention it.
[Walking back out to front door] Well it's always nice to meet friends of
Larry's. And, if you see him, tell him not to feel sorry about his dad. .
.and to call! It won't kill him to pick up a phone. [Waves off, and closes
door.]
