At night, as Mac is making the
bed, Liz tells him that Connie is going to have plastic surgery. Mac is surprised
and doesn't seem to like Liz to do the same. However, Liz, influenced by Connie, has
become increasingly self-conscious about age signs in her face....
Liz:
(In the bedroom. Mac is making the bed
for sleep.)
Mac,
you know what? Connie's going to get a face lift.
Mac:
Oh?
Liz:
She
even said she'd get the rest done, too!
Mac:
The rest?
Liz:
Yeah!
Mac, if my breasts were saggy, would you still love me?
Mac:
What?
Liz:
Answer
my question, please!
Mac:
What a
silly question! Love has nothing to do with breasts being large or small, or being
firm or saggy.
Liz:
I'm
just asking. You don't have to be impatient.
Mac:
And
Connie. She's crazy! No one can sustain youth forever.
Liz:
Yeah.
That's what I told her. (Liz goes to the bathroom and locks herself in it. She looks into the mirror
and starts murmuring to herself.)
Oh, I think I'm getting old. The forehead is wrinkled, the eyes are puffy, the sacks
under the eyes are dark, and the skin is no longer as resilient as it was.
Why! Age has set in! Maybe I also need a lift. Maybe, I need a new
life! Oh, I really miss the good old days. At that time, my skin really felt
so baby smooth!
Mac:
Liz.
what're you murmuring about? It's getting late. You should've been in bed
minutes ago....
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