Gracie Hart:
You know what...
[grabs Eric in a headlock]
Gracie Hart:
Pull this off! What, is it because Macdonald hates me?
Eric Matthews:
He doesn't hate you!
Gracie Hart:
Is it some woman thing?
[Eric knocks her to the floor]
Eric Matthews:
Don't kid yourself! Nobody thinks of you that way!
[Gracie trips him and sits on his back, holding him down]
Gracie Hart:
He's punishing me, isn't he?
Eric Matthews:
[under Gracie]
Look, I had to beg him to let you do this!
Gracie Hart:
What?
Eric Matthews:
Yeah, like it or not you screwed up, pal!
[they roll over attacking each other]
Gracie Hart:
[Sitting on Eric again]
This may come as a shock to you but I've never been in a beauty pageant before! I don't even own a dress! I don't even own a brush!
[They roll around again]
Eric Matthews:
[with Gracie's thighs squeezing his head]
Which part o' that is supposed to shock me?
[Gracie slams her thighs against his head and they roll over on the floor again]
Gracie Hart:
[Eric's feet squeezing her face]
Jesus! Let's just swing reality for like a second! I have to do everything like the big hair, and the makeup...
Eric Matthews:
Damn right! The spinning, the twirling, the smiling...
Gracie Hart:
[out of breath]
So you're saying... I have to wear... the bathing suit?
