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December 27, 2001
Transcribed by Cindy Popiela, edited by Karen Ross
At Troy's
Troy: (On the phone) Now that's a French perfume, right? Not just some domestic brand. Cause believe me the lady in question is definitely going to know the difference . . . It is? Good. Do me a favor and also include a note. Have it say,"Wear this the next time I see you. Very soon I hope!" Got it? . . . . Great! Thank you.
Troy has a fantasy. Lindsay is waiting for him in a black negligee.
Lindsay: Oh Troy, that perfume! I love it!
Troy: Oh, hypnotic. No, you know what, I take it back. It's not the perfume, it's you!
Lindsay: No, you're hynotic and irresistable. I'm afraid I'm completely under your spell.
They kiss and dance for a moment, then he leads her to the bed.
Troy: I really do like bad girls you know.
Lindsay: Well that's good. Because they don't come any badder than me!
Troy: That's good! So tell me bad girl, what's the baddest thing you've ever done?
Lindsay: I gave Nora the drug that destroyed her memory.
Later, Troy lights some candles and goes to sit on his bed.
Troy: (to Lindsay who isn't really there) So tell me Lindsay what's the worse thing you ever done?
Then he goes to the bar and gets the tape recorder he had there and checks it to make sure it taped what he just said.
Troy: You can trust me Lindsay!
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