CHILI
                                (looking in the bar mirror,
                                 fingering the strand of
                                 hair)
                          I just love this!  I can't believe such a
                          small thing makes such a difference!

                                      JAMES
                                (embarrassed)
                          It was nothing.

                                      CHILI
                          Au contraire, cheri!  You have a gift.
                                (holds out her hands)
                          What do you think of these nails?

                                      JAMES
                          Stunning.  But, if I may...
                                (takes her wrist, removing
                                 several of her many
                                 bracelets, leaving only one
                                 simple chain)
                          On one so beautiful, less is more.
                                (The Koenigs are still
                                 watching, growing more upset
                                 as they see him touching
                                 Chili.)

                                      CHILI
                                (again looking in the mirror,
                                 thrilled)
                          Oh, you are too good!  My goodness,
                          James, you are a natural stylist!

                                      JAMES
                          A what?

                                      CHILI
                          A stylist, my dear.  You have a talent
                          that transcends mere good taste.  You are
                          a gift from the gods!

                                      JAMES
                                (blushing)
                          Aw, you say that to all the guys!

                                      CHILI
                                (gently laughs)
                          Oh, no, darling.  Not at all.
                                (reaches over and gives him a
                                 quick kiss on the cheek)
                          Thank you.
                                (James is very embarrassed,
                                 yet pleased at being
                                 appreciated.  At that
                                 moment, three other "women"
                                 run into the bar.)

                                      CHILI (CONT'D)
                          James, I'd like you to meet Miss Winny
                          Bago, Miss Rita Book, and our Grand Dame,
                          Grammy Crackers.

                                      RITA
                          Well, Miss Con Carne Thing, I hope you
                          have a good explanation for...
                                (sees James)
                          ...and I see you dooooo!

                                      WINNY
                                (puts arm around James)
                          Please tell me you're taken.  With me.
                                (We see the Koenigs, still
                                 watching, upset)

                                      JAMES
                                (not quite sure what to do
                                 with all the attention)
                          Hello..uh...thank...oh...

                                      GRAMMY
                          Now you girls just put your tongues back
                          into your mouths...
                                (turns to James)
                          ...while I put mine in his!

                                      CHILI
                                (interceding)
                          Grammy!  I am appalled!
                                (laughing)
                          You ladies, and I do mean that loosely...

                                      WINNY
                          Like Rita's...

                                      RITA
                          Winny!  You--WE should all be ashamed. 
                          We don't even know this young man's name
                          and here you are, acting like crack ho's.

                                      GRAMMY
                                (to James)
                          I'd like to see your crack hose...

                                      CHILI
                          Enough.
                                (to James)
                          I apologize, James.  They are not
                          themselves...

                                      RITA
                          I'll say.

                                      CHILI
                                (ignoring)
                          ...due to the heavy pheromone count with
                          those damned awards.

                                      GRAMMY
                          Is that like a hormone?

                                      WINNY
                          You're the expert on whores moaning,
                          dear.

                                      RITA
                          She WAS the Mayflower Madam.

                                      JAMES
                          Did you say awards?

                                      WINNY
                          Yes, dear.  Which one are you up for?

                                      RITA
                                (running finger up James'
                                 leg)
                          Or are you up for something else?

                                      CHILI
                                (slapping Rita's hand)
                          Stop that!  James is not that kind of
                          boy!

                                      GRAMMY
                          Excuse me, but was he not just asking
                          about the awards?