[Holly's place is trashed after 3 weeks of neglect. Garbage everywhere. She doesn't notice, because she is singing along with movie musicals. She's wearing an old rolled-up shirt of Gerry's and his boxer pants]
Holly Kennedy:
[singing along with Judy Garland:]
And never a new love will be the same / Good riddance, good-bye!
[She turns and finds her mother and friends have opened her front door with birthday party gifts. They stare at each other in shock. Holly clicks off the TV. Her mother, Patricia, is aghast; her sister, Ciara, is grinning hopefully; Denise and Sharon are mortified. Ciara and Denise rally enough to applaud Holly's singing performance. There are assorted cries of Happy Birthday and whistles]
Ciara:
You're thirty!
John McCarthy:
[John enters]
Hey, Holly, these keep falling out of your mailbox.
[He stops and frowns]
John McCarthy:
What is that smell?
Holly Kennedy:
I wasn't expecting company. Mom! Don't clean.
Patricia:
I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.
Denise Hennessey:
We did try to call, first.
Sharon McCarthy:
Are you drunk?
Holly Kennedy:
[defensively]
No.
Ciara:
[cheerily]
Do you wanna be?
Patricia:
Ciara.
[to Holly, referring to a tiny bandage on her forehead]
Patricia:
What happened to your head?
Holly Kennedy:
Pimple.
Patricia:
You're not showering?
Denise Hennessey:
[Helpfully]
Well, you always squeeze it too hard.
John McCarthy:
What is that smell?
Holly Kennedy:
It's me! All right?
Sharon McCarthy:
Hey, hey. Don't be like that.
Holly Kennedy:
[Almost in tears]
Like what?
Sharon McCarthy:
Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.
Holly Kennedy:
I'm not, just... really exhausted!
Denise Hennessey:
Yeah, well
[nodding at the TV]
Denise Hennessey:
, what are you doing, two shows a night?
