[Delia has perked up.]
DELIA: That might work.
[Cut to dinner at the Abbotts.]
SHARON: I can't remember the last time we were so well taken care of. Thank you for having us, Rose.
ROSE: How are you holding up?
AMY: How are we supposed to be having a nice time anywhere, knowing that Colin's just...
ROSE: Amy!
SHARON: I think about him all the time.
AMY: Then why won't Dr. Brown be performing surgery...
DR. ABBOTT: Amy. [to the Harts] You'll have to forgive her, she's been under some strain lately.
AMY: Don't talk about me like I'm not here!
ROSE: Amy Nicole, that is enough!
SHARON: It's alright, Rose. I feel the same way you do, honey. There's nothing that we can do.
AMY: Yes there is. Dr. Brown is one of the premiere brain surgeons in the United States. Patients fly half way around the world for a consultation and we have him. Right here. And he wants to help us...
SHARON: No. No, he doesn't. We agreed that Colin should have the surgery and it was Dr. Brown who changed his mind.
[Amy looks like a missile hit her.]
[Cut to Dr. Brown and Delia at Magilla's door.]
DR. BROWN: These things are starting to melt, do you think I should ring again?
DELIA: You rang four times! They don't want us to come in.
[The door opens.]
DR. BROWN: Here we go, see?
[Mrs. Jenny Foster, Magilla's mom, answers the door.]
DR. BROWN: Good evening. I'm Andy Brown and I think you know my daughter, Delia. Hope you don't mind our dropping by like this. We rang the bell a couple times and ah, figured you...
JENNY: [interrupting] No, I... really have some...
DR. BROWN: Well, I'll just get right to the point. It's come to my attention that there's been some kind of misunderstanding.
JENNY: No, I...
DR. BROWN: My daughter is under the impression that you don't want her playing with your son, Stuart.
JENNY: Do you really wanna discuss this in front of your daughter?
[Magilla's father, Mr. Howard Foster, comes to the door.]
HOWARD: What's this, Jenny?
JENNY: Ah, this is a friend of Stuart's, Howard, and her father.
DR. BROWN: [holding out his hand] Andy Brown. Pleased to meet you. You know, Delia was telling me an amusing story on the way over here. She said that she and your son were playing the other day, and, ah, this is hard for me to believe 'cause Delia has been a tomboy ever since she was in the womb. [laughing] But the, well, they were playing dress up.
[Jenny and Howard have serious faces.]
DR. BROWN: Well, I can assure you that, as a physician, that at this age, that kind of play is perfectly alright. All the same, if it bothers you, you don't have to worry 'cause it won't happen again.
HOWARD: Why didn't you tell me about this?
JENNY: I was going to.
HOWARD: Keep your daughter away from our son!
DR. BROWN: I'm sorry?
HOWARD: You heard me.
JENNY: Please don't come back.
[They close the door on Delia and Dr. Brown. Delia looks upset.]
