As the Clubhouse Turns: Party at the Preakness . . .
RACHEL: Zenny, as usual, you're making a big mistake. Anybody who's anybody will be at the Preakness.
ZENYATTA: Rachel, I can't take any more race track drama. I'm staying home with my foal. But you go ahead and have fun . . .
RACHEL: Party pooper!
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BERNIE: Read 'em and weep Curly, being a former winner of the Preakness, I've got choice box seats!
CURLIN: How quickly you forget. I won the Preakness too. My box seats are on the finish line!
BERNIE: Mine are closer to the ATM machine! And considering how many losers Rachel will pick, you could use these . . .
CURLIN: Wanna trade?
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VERTI: Zenny, how do I look?
ZENYATTA: Mother, you look stunning.
VERTI: I hope the paparazzi notices me . . .
ZENYATTA: How could they not notice you?
VERTI: You know those Alexandras are camera hogs . . .
* * *
MABLE: Bertha, get out of the bathroom, you know I need to spend a lot of time in there . . .
BERTHA: I'm done, go ahead . . .
RACHEL: Oh Bertha, finally it will be our turn to shine. That busybody Zenyatta is staying home this year. The paparazzi will be focused on us for a change!
BERTHA: You really think so?
RACHEL: I know so . . .
(Rachel is having a flashback)
RACHEL: Scoop, Zenyatta won't be there, so I totally expect your cameras to take many pictures of Me, my elegant mother and my kid sister . . . but mainly of me.
SCOOP: Rachel dear, costs have skyrocketed (hand sticking out) . . .
RACHEL: Oh here (Rachel hands Scoop several hundred dollar bills). Wait a minute, I want the Preakness to be the coming out event of the summer. I want you to bring along several of your top photographers to show the Alexandras hobnobbing with celebrities and racing royalty.
SCOOP: That's gonna cost you . . . and cash only, no checks . . .
(Rachel's eye's start shifting)
* * *
VERTI: Come on, let's go. Our plane takes off in less than an hour!
MABLE: I'm almost ready, I'm just putting the finishing touches on . . .
VERTI: Mable, quit torturing that make-up. Let's go!
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BUS DRIVER: Attention ladies, dams, gentlemen and horses, there's a severe traffic jam in front of the grandstand so we will enter through the infield side and walk over through the tunnels . . .
MABLE: Oh my, I've never been to skid row . . .
VERTI: Why, did they reject you?
BERTHA (waving): Hi Jane, hi Ernesto!
RACHEL (whispering): Bertha, what are you doing?
BERTHA: I'm waving to my old friends. I guess they're staying here in the infield. Gee, it looks like fun . . .
RACHEL (whispering): Bertha please, we got paparazzi following us around everywhere taking pictures. We don't want them to think we associate with these commoners . . .
MABLE: Yes Bertha, mums the word . . .
BERTHA: Oh . . .
(Curlin, Bernie, Verti, Rachel, Mable and Bertha arrive at the tunnel leading up to the grandstand)
USHER: Welcome to the grandstand tunnel entrance. Curlin, Bernardini, Verti please enter and enjoy your afternoon.
FIRE MARSHALL: I'm sorry, I've just been informed that the grandstand has been filled to capacity. We can not allow any more entries.
MABLE: Do you know who you're talking to?
TO BE CONTINUED