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Favorite Scenes   October 19, 1993 Bo is leading Nora into their house. N: Bo, you don’t have to surprise me! B: Would you quit griping, I went to a lot of trouble to have this thing delivered before we got home. N: Have what delivered? B: Just be patient, okay? Just get ready, get set, a little to the right, left, right, yeah? Surprise! (a pinball machine)What? You don’t already have one of these, do you? N: I’m so embarrassed, Bo, here it is National Pinball day and I didn’t even buy you a card. B: No. This little beauty represents my very first engagement present for my very adorable fiancée. N: So that’s what it is! B: That’s what it is, so, you want to make something of it? N: Yeah, maybe I do, Buchanan, maybe I do. B: Ooh, aggression. I love that in a woman. N: That’s fine, why don’t you just stand around back, Buchanan, okay, and don’t say I didn’t warn you, okay?   They are playing pinball. N: Okay, Buchanan, are you ready for defeat? B: Well, I plan on using de hands, but you can choose whichever way you want to lose, Ms. Hanen Gannon soon to be Buchanan. N: Ooh, those are fighting words, and that’s are making me mad. B: Oh, make me pay, make me pay. N: Oh, I will, I will, come on, come on, come on, what’s the bet? What’s going to happen when I win? B: You name it. N: Oh? B: Yeah, name it, name it, just make it big, make it miserable, make it hurt. N: Toilets. B: Toilets? N: Mmhm. You have to clean the bathroom every morning for a month, Isabelle won’t do it. B: You got it. N: Okay. B: Okay. Now, if I win... (she laughs) Is that funny? N: Yes. B: You keep laughing, keep laughing. If I win, you have to sort all my socks. N: Sort your socks? B: Yeah. N: That’s the best you could do, sort your socks? B: What, you think you got the better deal? N: Stand back. Go ahead. Back, back, back, back, back. Here. Munch on those. B: Yeah. Okay. Listen, before we get started though, I just want to tell you, just because we’re engaged, that doesn’t mean that you have to throw this game, okay? Cause my ego can handle it. N: Oh. You think you’re going to beat the pants off of me, huh? B: Ooh, I like the way you put that. N: I got news for you. I am going to beat the pants off of you, so just keep those peepers open, all right? And watch Miss Magic Fingers do her thing. (she turns toward the machine but can’t see it too well) B: Is this what they call a stall? N: Oh, just keep your shirt on, keep your shirt on, keep your shirt on, all right? At least for the time being, because you are about to see the sight of a lifetime. When I get started, you’re not going to believe your eyes. (she still can’t see) N: Come on, come on, no!!! B: Game two, that’s it. Looks like Miss Magic Fingers has lost her touch, at least just in pinball. N: There’s got to be an explanation, it’s the table, I need the lighting, something’s reflecting, it’s the glasses... B: Let’s just face it, kid, you lost two games in a row, so even if you do need new glasses, it’s too late to get them now. N: What are you talking about, where are you going? B: I’m going to collect my reward, I am going to love watching this. N: (to herself) It has to be the glasses, it has to be it, everything’s kind of fuzzy. B: Okay, close your eyes, because here we come. N: Here we, who’s we? (a huge basket full of socks) When was the last time you ever did sort your socks? B: Let’s see, this is 1993, 92... N: Oh my gosh, there must be hundreds of them, hundreds upon thousands of them! B: See, here’s what I do, I just dump them all in here, then I pick one that matches what I’m wearing, then it takes me, you know, it takes me about a half-hour to hunt around... N: You call that matching, you call that a system? B: I used to. Now, I just call you. So, here we go, Ms. Hanen-Gannon. (dumps them) Start sorting. Come on, what are you waiting for, your fairy godmother? (she starts) N: No...no...no...   Bo is playing pinball. N: Ta da! B: I don’t believe it, you’re already finished? N: Uh huh! Only a man would be terrorized by the idea of pairing up a lifetime supply of socks. But then again, only a man would have a lifetime supply of socks to pair up. I mean, when it comes to argyles and silks and cashmeres and cottons and sweats and woolens above the knee and woolens above the... B: (picking up a pair) Very sneaky, this is very, very sneaky. N: What, what’s sneaky? B: It’s going to take me twice as long now to find a pair that matches because first I’m going to have to undo all the mismatching that you did. N: I didn’t mismatch anything, I kept up my end of the bargain. B: Oh, you did? N: Yeah! B: You know what, maybe you do need a new pair of glasses, because this pair of socks does not make a pair. N: Yes, it does! B: Yes, it does? N: Yes, it does! B: Okay, okay, now we have a little test, all right? Excuse me, you just sit right there. All right, now, tell me, is this a pair? N: Yes. B: Yes. Okay, now, would you just please put on your glasses? Go ahead, please, just humor me, all right, no, put them on, put them on. N: Okay, there, my glasses are on. B: Okay. N: Okay. B: Do these socks match? N: Don’t they? I mean, they’re the same kind of, I mean, they’re a beigy-gray pattern, right? They’re kind of the...they match, don’t they? B: Nora, Nora, when was the last time you had your eyes examined? N: Well, let me see, what year is this, 1993, so... B: I’m serious. N: I know you are. It’s been a while, I think. Okay, it’s been a long while? It’s been too long a while?   October 21, 1993 Nora walks into the Palace with Rachel. B: Well, it’s about time. N: Hi! B: Late for your own engagement party. N: Listen to this. We’re not even married, Rachel, and he’s nag, nag, nag, nag. R: Well, it’s a good thing he does, Mom. B: What does that mean? N: Nothing, everything’s fine- let’s go join the others. B: No, whoa, just a second. Rachel, did she do what I asked her to? Did she go see the eye doctor this morning? R: Well, I almost had to drag her there, but she went. B: And? N: Well, you’re right, Bo. Something’s wrong. Clint tells Asa not to tell Bo and Nora about their signing the divorce papers. N: It’s really nothing to worry about. B: Yeah, I know, you keep telling me that, but what if this eye exam points to a more serious situation? N: It’s nothing serious! B: I’m not an alarmist, I just want to be careful, that’s all. Look, blackouts, headaches, you know, blurred vision- why not just let Larry Wolek do that CAT scan? N: That is absolutely not necessary. B: Why not? Hey, just to be sure, just to be on the safe side. N: Why do we have to borrow trouble, hmm? I’m fine, you’re fine, we have a fantastic relationship. Come on, Buchanan. Let’s go party.   A: Bo, son, I’d like your attention, please. I’d like to make a toast. B: Pa, when have you ever not liked making a toast? (all laugh) A: Sure, go ahead and make fun of your old man. I feel sorry for you, Nora. You’re marrying an ingrate. N: Oh, but he’s my ingrate, Asa. (kiss) Joey: Is Nora what you mean by a filly with spirit, Grandpa? (all laugh) N: Well, I’ve never really been called a filly before! B: Well, you see, that’s Pa, honey. Pa likes to think of the whole world as just one big ranch. A: That’s right. And you all know who the stallion is. J: Yeah, he’s the one with the bigger drink. (all laugh) A: I’ll deal with you later, Joseph. Right now I’d like you all to raise your glasses. A toast. To Nora and Bo. May your marriage last as long as life itself. And may you live a long and happy life together. All: Amen. Hear hear. (clap-they kiss)   Kevin is visiting Powell. P: I guess what I’d really like is some news about Nora. K: Oh, guess I saved the best news for last. Turns out Bo did prove that she’s not responsible for Sarah’s death. P: What? Kevin, that’s fantastic! K: Isn’t it great? P: I’ll say! Nora was so miserable the last time I saw her, man, I can’t wait to talk to her. K: Oh, and when you do, make sure you tell her congratulations, because I’m late for her and Bo’s engagement party. P: They’re getting engaged? The night is just getting better and better. Well, give them my best, will you? K: Will do, cuz.   Bo and Nora open a present. It is a ball and chain and a whip. N: They’re from Hank. (they all laugh)   October 22, 1993 A: I’m sorry I kept going on about Clint, Bo. B: No, that’s okay, pa, I know you’re worried about him. A: But that doesn’t mean I’m not proud and happy for my youngest. I sure had my doubts about Nora at the start. B: I’ll say you did. A: But she showed me, didn’t she? She’s quite a woman. Please, don’t screw up this one. I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m real happy for you, son. (they hug)   Rebecca has delivered some donuts from Wanda to Bo and Nora’s, along with Todd’s note. B: What a woman. N: Thank you! B: No, I’m talking about Wanda. N: What? B: No, she does it all, I mean, you know, she cooks, she cleans, she works like her hair’s on fire, you know, she’s like the Earth mother with an attitude. And these, these are the greatest. N: I used to be the greatest. Just goes to show you. B: Well, honey, things change. N: (pretends to be offended; sorts through the mail) There’s no stamp on this letter. (opens it) B: What is it? N: Oh, it’s garbage. B: Garbage? Junk mail usually comes in a fancier envelope than that, what is it? N: (reading)You witch. B: Oh, boy. N: You think you hold all the cards, you have all the power. Wait for vengeance, because it’s coming, and if vengeance doesn’t kill you, I’ll make sure you wish it had. B: Who would send you something like that?   October 26, 1993 N: Oh, Bo, put that thing down, forget it! B: What, when somebody writes a letter like this? “Wait for vengeance, because it’s coming, and if vengeance doesn’t kill you, I’ll make sure you wish it had.” N: It’s a crank, that’s it, that’s all. B: Look, somebody went to a lot of trouble to write this thing, and then get it into your hands, we’re not going to let this thing slide, all right? N: Where are you going? B: I’m going to call the police. If you won’t take it seriously, maybe they will, because I want them to find whoever wrote this letter and I want them stopped. Now. N: You’re making a big deal out of nothing. B: You call a hate letter nothing? Listen, we have to report this to the police, that’s all there is to it. N: And what are they going to do, file it and forget it. B: Look, they can trace these things, Nora, they can put a stop to this. N: Bo, I get crank letters all the time in my life, and they come to nothing. B: This is not just a crank letter, whoever wrote this letter is threatening you, sweetheart. N: They all do! They all do! Honey, I get disgruntled clients, I get angry plaintiffs, from the other side!, vengeful family members, not to mention your various assorted weirdoes and wackos. Bo, sweetheart, every time I walk into a courtroom, I walk out of there with more enemies then I started with. B: That’s why you have to cover your back, counselor. N: No, that’s why (kiss) I ignore them, and you know what? They go away. B: Yeah? N: Yeah! B: What if this guy doesn’t? What if this is the one guy that means it? N: Sweetheart, we’ve got so many things that we have to worry about, you know, we’ve got our wedding, and we’ve got our very long and expensive honeymoon, and our old age, and our retirement, and all those things, we just don’t have time to worry about a silly, stupid letter, do we, hmm? (she is kissing him) B: If you think this is going to make me forget this letter, you’ve got another thing coming. N: I’m certainly going to try and make you forget this letter. I don’t have a headache tonight. B: It’s your new contact lenses. N: The better to see you with, my dear. B: I feel like Red Riding Hood’s grandma all of a sudden. N: Well, what does that make me? (fade to black) Nora and Bo are lying on the floor. N: Now, isn’t that a much more productive way of spend our time then worrying about some silly letter? (kiss) B: Sure beats playing postal examiner. N: Now, don’t be so modest, you know, you have the makings of a great post deliverer. B: You know, that’s a game we’ve never played. N: What? B: Post office. N: (she laughs) That’s so tame! B: You never had it special delivery! N: (laughing- the phone rings) I bet that’s the postmaster general. B: Well, just tell him to put a stamp on it and stick it right... N: Hello? S: Nora, Sloan Carpenter, I hope I haven’t called too late. N: Oh, not at all! Your lawyer never sleeps. What’s up? (Bo is kissing her) B: Beg your pardon? N: Hush! S: I think I’ve called at a bad time. N: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not at all, not at all. (to B) I mean it, be good. (to S) What can I do for you? S: The university has called for a preliminary hearing tomorrow morning, I think we should talk. N: Tomorrow morning! S: Yes. N: Sloan, I am your lawyer, there’s no way you’re walking into that meeting without me. S: Well, thanks, Nora. N: How soon can you get over here? (B collapses on the ground) S: I’m on my way. N: Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but... B: I know. Oh, oh, thank you, Bo. That’s the story of my life. (kiss)