Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for March 28, 1997
Transcript:
Joan: Nine A.M. meeting...Max is fed..this suit looks good, no satins. No holes in my stockings? Alix: Hey? Where are we supposed to eat?! Joan: Sorry! I need this space to put my proposal together! No food stuck in my teeth, I'm on time...I have confindence in my ideas, and - there's apple butter all over the back. Man: Ms. Stone! LEt's see what you've done for us!