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Arnold: <Wakes up with splitting headache> Oh, God. I feel so awful. <Looks
around and thinks as best he can> Okay, why is Helga on my couch, Gerald and
Phoebe on my floor, and why don't I remember the party?
Gerald: <Wakes up> Good morning, Arnold, feeling ok?
Arnold: No, I'm not. Why don't I remember the party?
Helga: <Wakes up> Hey . . . What am I doing here?
Arnold: I was wondering that myself.
Gerald: Something bad happened at the party.
Arnold: What?
Gerald: Phoebe!
Arnold: <Clutches head> Don't shout!
Phoebe: <Wakes up> Wha?! Who?! Are the cops back?!
Helga: Cops?
Arnold: Don't shout and what cops?!
Helga: I had a dream about cops.
Phoebe: <Laughs> I'll bet you did.
Arnold: Can everybody just shut up until my head stops breaking open? Have
pity on a dying kid.
Gerald: You guys, there's no easy way to break this to ya, so I'm just gonna
tell you straight.
Arnold: What?
Lila: <Opens door> Arnold!! What were you thinking last night!!!!! <To Helga>
And you!!! I should be calling you the wench!!!!
Arnold: Ow!
Helga: Ow . . .
Arnold: Shuttup! What the hell are you talking about?!
Lila: Don't tell me to shuttup!!!
Arnold: Then speak quieter!
Lila: You know very well you were kissing Helga last night!!!
Arnold: WHAT?!?!?!
Helga: What?!?!?!
Lila: You brute! I don't care if you were drunk or not!! <Slaps him> That's
no excuse!!!!
Gerald: Lila! Easy!
Arnold: Ow! Drunk?!?! What the hell is going on?! I can't think!
Lila: No duh!! Gah, I'm glad I'm leaving soon!! I just can't stand the two of
you anymore!! <Leaves, slams door>
Helga: Owwww . . . What's her gripe?
Arnold: Can someone please shoot me? Wait, explain first, then kill me.
Gerald: Ok, it all happened like this . . . <Explains everything>
Phoebe: You were playing good cop bad cop and "intergrating" each other.
Which was actually just you two making out.
Arnold: Oh God . . .
Helga: Eee . . .
Arnold: Okay, now I really want to die.
Helga: Wait . . .
Arnold: What?
Helga: I think I remember some of it.
Arnold: All I remember is something about cake.
Helga: I asked you . . . something . . . and . . . and you said me . . . and
then we kissed. I don't remember what I asked though.
Arnold: Who cares?
Helga: Not me. Good night. <Falls asleep>
Gerald: Seems to me, Lila cares.
Arnold: I'll deal with her when this, I guess it's a hangover, is gone. Right
now, I'm following suit. <Falls asleep>
Gerald: Phoebe . . . now that theyre asleep, we need to talk about us . . .
Phoebe: Umm . . . what about . . . us?
Gerald: I don't know. This really complicates things.
Phoebe: Everything complicates everything lately. Sometimes I feel like I
live in a damn teen melodrama!
Gerald: Yeah. This really bites. Not to quote Stinky or anthing.
Phoebe: Ehehehe . . . <Looks around awkardly, bites lip> Listen, about what I
said last night . . .
Gerald: Aww, c'mon Pheebs, it's not so bad. <Puts arm around her> Yeah?
Phoebe: I really meant it. I never stopped being in love with you. Just
because you're with Helga it's not gonna go away. I wish it would though. I
hate having to supress the urge to strangle my best friend every time you two
kiss.
Gerald: <Sigh> I wish it would too . . . Not your feeling, mine.
Phoebe: What?!
Gerald: Last night, when you kissed me . . . I felt it . . . And I didn't
want to.
Phoebe: Really? Please don't toy with me.
Gerald: Yeah. I've been trying to push it out of my head all night, but I
can't deny it. I felt something. And now I don't know what to do.
Phoebe: How 'bout this? <Kisses Gerald>
Gerald: <Pulls away> No! We can't with them in here!
Phoebe: You're right, dammit. Let's go in another room then.
Gerald: That's not the point.
Phoebe: Damn.
Gerald: Haha, look at me, refusing a kiss. I've gone Arnoldy. And he's gone
Geraldy.
Phoebe: <Awkward silence> Do you still love Helga?

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