151: Five minutes ago we were on Taffy Standard Time.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Walton: What’s wrong with her?
Vitas: Hysterical Woman Syndrome?
Walton: Five minutes ago you were kissing her ass.
Vitas: Five minutes ago we were on Taffy Standard Time.
[He has her phone, looking through it.]
Vitas: It’s a private number. It’s not letting me dial out.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Walton: Yeah. Let’s go! Get us the hell out of here!
[Vitas throws the phone on the floor. We see it is blinking.]
[Cut to Topher calling someone]
[Echo]
Walton: Do we know how long?
[Vitas takes his jacket off and throws it down.]
Vitas: Not long enough. I’ve dated my share of crazies. I know how to deal with this.
[He squats down in front of her.]
Vitas: Taffy?
[She stares.]
Vitas: Hey. I’m not saying this isn’t cute. It’s adorable.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Vitas: But the sooner you open that door, the sooner we can go get that drink. So, let’s do it.
Echo: Shall I go now?
[Vitas slaps her across the face. She gasps and falls over. She comes back up holding her chin.]
Echo: Now?