At Home with John and Teresa. No. 20
John: “Well, that’s it, Teresa. I made my concession speech. I’m absolutely exhausted, emotionally and physically, and I know that you must be too.”
Teresa:
John: “I know just what we need. We need to get away for a few weeks to rest and regroup. I was thinking that we should hop on the Glufstream 5 and head off for Paris for a week or so, and maybe after that, Monte Carlo. I could do some windsurfing.”
Teresa: “You’d better think again, Jake.”
John: “Huh?”
Teresa: “Get out.”
John: “Get out? What are you talking about?”
Teresa: “You heard me. Get your ass out of here. Pierre is packing up your shit now. Be sure to tell him where to send it.”
John: “You must be teasing me, Muffin. You can’t be serious.”
Teresa: “Do I look like I’m doing comedy here? I want you out of here, now!”
John: “I can’t believe this. Why?”
Teresa: “Our deal was the White House ““ nothing less. You lost, so now you can hit the goddamned bricks.”
John: “I know you’re upset, Muffin. Maybe a couple weeks away would do us both good.”
Teresa: “Asshole, what part of GET OUT didn’t you get? Get out!”
John: “OK, I am sure that you will feel better in a day or so, so I’ll spend a couple days in our place in Nantucket, and call you from there.”
Teresa: “What do you mean “˜our place’ in Nantucket? The house in Nantucket and all the other houses are mine, Dork Puss. Remember the agreement you signed?”
John: “But Muffin, where will I go? What will I do?”
Teresa: “Frankly, John, I don’t give a damn.”
John:
