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Cora: What sort of time do you call this?
Regina: The time for all the fun to stop?
Cora: You stupid, selfish girl. You have your audition in the morning.
Regina: For the last time? I don’t want to go.
Cora: You’ve been drinking.
Regina: Well… duh!
(Cora slaps her. Regina holds her face, a little stunned.)
Regina: Jesus! You didn’t have to…
Cora: I seem to remember it’s the only way you learn. Now get upstairs and get some sleep.
Regina: Yeah, about that?
Regina: (defiant) I’ve got company. So, you know, goodnight.
(she rubs her cheek pointedly.)
Cora: That blonde tramp I saw sneaking through the kitchen the other night?
Regina: She’s not a tramp! Emma happens to be from a very good family.
Cora: I’ve told you. This little habit of yours is sick and wrong. Tomorrow you’ll have your audition, and if you put some effort in maybe you’ll get a husband instead of a job.
Regina: What are you, pimping me out now? Promised the director I’d do anything for the job?
Cora: It couldn’t hurt.
Regina: You’re sick. (hiccups) I’m going to bed. And I’m locking the door.
Cora: Audition’s at nine. If you’re so much as a second late—
Regina: Yeah. Okay.