Jeff and Ginger are stuck in his room (from "Patriots") (Ginger has come over to pick Jeff up for a date to play badminton) Ginger: I have rackets, but I couldn't find any birdies... Jeff: I have some--they're old... Ginger: Well, old's better than none! (Ginger follows Jeff up the stairs) Ginger (a little nervous about going up to his room, and trying to engage in small talk to cover up her nervousness): I'm glad you thought of this... I like sports--what sports I can play, and badminton won't mess up my hair too much, and the best part is, you play it in broad daylight, which was the purpose of this afternoon, after all... Jeff (as they approach his room): Did Mom ask where you were going? Ginger (looking around cautiously): I said I had a dentist appointment and I'd need the rest of the day to recover... Business is slow, anyway... Jeff (going through his chest of drawers to look for the birdies): You know, this might be easier if we just told people we were dating. Ginger: And have people accuse me of robbing the cradle? No thanks... Besides, would it be right to tell people we were dating? I don't think what we do is classified as dating... (Ginger looks at him as he's looking for the birdies, and becoming all too aware once again of how attractive he is) Ginger: It might... help me put things in perspective, if I... knew what your intentions were. Jeff (finding the birdies): Here they are! (casually, not getting what she meant by the statement) Oh, I don't have any intentions... Ginger (disappointed, in a way): Oh. Jeff (realizing it might have come out the wrong way): I don't not have any intentions, either- Ginger (confused now): You don't? Jeff (trying to explain what he means): -because I never used to think of you as a woman... Ginger (not sure how to take his comment): You didn't? Jeff: I used to think of you as my sister's best friend... Now all I can think about is the fact that you are a woman... (leans in closer towards her; Ginger leans in closer to him) That pretty much occupies my every waking moment... (Jeff suddenly pulls away) Jeff: But as far as intentions go, Ginger--I could try to sell you a bill of goods, but the fact of the matter is, I'm not ready to settle down any time soon! Ginger (laughing): I-I wouldn't expect you to be ready for several years... Well, you've got to make progress towards your career goals... Set aside some money... (they both come closer by the second, almost kissing) I could help you make a chart... Jeff (not really listening to what she's saying anymore, just wanting to kiss her): That's swell... Thanks... (Jeff and Ginger almost kiss, then panic when they hear Anne's voice) Ginger: Don't move!! (Ginger panics even more) Ginger: Oh my God, I think I'm going to kill myself... Jeff: Shh... She won't come up here... (Anne eventually goes away after no one answers) Ginger: Lock the door! Jeff: Then she'd know for sure someone was up here! Ginger: Oh... Oh, dear God!! (begins to bargain with God) Just-just let me out of the house without anyone seeing me, and I swear--I'll never kiss Jeff again! Jeff (overhearing): Don't I have to agree to that? Ginger: You make your deals, I'll make mine... Oh what time does she go to sleep? Jeff: 10:00, 10:30... Ginger: Oh God!! Please let her go to sleep early! Jeff (amused): No atheists in foxholes, huh? Ginger: That's not funny... Jeff: It's very funny! Look at us up here! Ginger: I am!! I could kick myself! Jeff: Come on, let's go downstairs... Ginger: And what--say what? Jeff: We're not guilty of anything--we didn't do anything! Ginger (pretending to have a conversation with Anne): Oh, hi Mrs. Metcalf, good evening, how are you? We were just up in Jeff's attic, you know, where his bed is, and where I've never stepped foot before today, and--oh, what we're we doing? Oh nothing, ma'am, we were just looking for badminton birdies, we're absolutely not guilty of anything... (sees Jeff laughing) Would you shhh!! Don't go!! Jeff: I'm not going to stay standing here for five hours! Ginger (shocked): Five hours?? Jeff: Or later! Sometimes Hank stays up late reading, or sometimes Linda does, and Sarah- Ginger: Oh, I would have to get stuck in a house full of readers! Home| Kyle| Tammy| History| Transcripts|Quotes|Milestones|Episodes| Pictures| Fanfic| Links| Email List