—Lastimas a mi hijo y te juro por cualquier dios que nombres, que--
—¿Harás qué? ¿Harás de mi vida un infierno? Eso ya está viejo, querida. Lo hiciste años atrás, cuando asaste a mi familia. Pero ahora es mi turno de cocinar.
Xena & Callisto, Maternal Instincts (3x11)
We see two campfires, one at each end of the clearing. Xena sits sullenly at one, Gabrielle at the other. Gabrielle is roasting marshmallows but keeps burning them. She’s getting very frustrated. Meanwhile, Xena has a stack of perfect s’mores next to her. The marshmallows she’s roasting are crispy golden brown. From off stage we hear the Poteidaian Greek Chorus.
(singing)
Here’s the story...
of a lovely warlord.
Who was killing, slashing,
burning all the time.
Her favorite god had really weird
and skinny sideburns.
Her life was lived for crime.
Gabrielle.
(cont’d)
(singing)
Here’s the story...
of a Poteidaian.
Who was young and never really
did fit in.
She wanted to leave
and be a great bard.
(’Fore Perd got short and thin)
Intercut both sullen women.
(cont’d)
(singing)
Came the one day
when the warlord met the gabber.
And they knew that it was much more
than a guess.
That these two
would somehow form some subtext.
They became two buff chicks
just kicking ass.
They’re kicking ass.
They’re kicking ass.
They became two buff chicks
just kicking ass.
Xena looks up as if she senses something. Gabrielle glances over, then looks around, trying to figure out what’s wrong.
What? What is it?
Did you hear someone, Argo? Because if someone was speaking I didn’t hear her.
Argo snorts.
Argo -- tell her I wasn’t talking to her so she shouldn’t have heard that there was nothing to hear.
(o. s.)
(singing)
Here’s the story...
of a giant rifting.
There were lies, deceit
and killing twixt the two.
Now the warlord and the bard
have lost their children.
This really sucks, it’s true.
Again, Xena has the appearance that something is tickling her warrior instincts. Gabrielle grabs her staff.
(nervous)
Argo -- ask her if there’s some danger I should know about.
You know, Argo, it’s tough to locate danger when the decibel level rises with senseless chatter.
(singing)
Here’s the story...
Just shut up already!
I didn’t say anything!
I’m talking to them!
Xena leaps into the bushes and hauls out the Poteidaian Chorus.
Ow ow ow! That’s my ear! That’s my nose!
Cut it out, Xena, we’re trying to compose!
What are you guys doing here? I thought you were dead!
We think it’s a curse.
It’s really rather scary.
Cuz in the Xenaverse,
death is temporary!
Yeah? Well, when I came back from the dead I didn’t spend my time bothering people who didn’t want me around.
No, you worked real hard --
to return to your bard.
Remember that feeling?
Or is hate more appealing?
You don’t know anything about what I’m going through. Get out of here.
I love you, Xena.
(to Gabrielle)
Manipulative chatter,
won’t really matter.
You’re not sincere
so she won’t hear.
I’m sincere!
If you are, you’re a dope.
She made you kill Hope.
You’re burying your hate.
Talking love is too late.
Hey, leave her alone! She’s very forgiving. It’s her way. Don’t make fun of her for that.
Gabrielle looks at Xena surprised.
You mean that, Xena?
I’m not talking to you.
(smugly)
And I forgive you for that.
Gods, you’re annoying.
I’m sorry, were you talking to me? You can’t be talking to me because you’re not talking to me, yet it seemed like you were talking to me.
(to chorus)
Tell Gabrielle that I prefer friends who don’t betray me. Who don’t lie to me. Who don’t say they forgive me in one breath and then sit in judgement on me for everything I’ve ever done in my life in the next. And who DON’T kill my children!
Hey, Gab,
didja get that?
Cuz putting it in rhyme
would take a really long time.
Grab yourself some water
while we try to rhyme “daughter”.
Xena pops a perfect s’more into her mouth then takes a long pull on her water skin, a mocking smile on her face.
So, Chorus. What made you come back to life?
Isn’t it obvious? Isn’t grand?
Next ep’s a musical -- figured we oughta be on hand.
Yeah, thank the gods I can sing. Guess Miss Abs over there is gonna have to skip that one.
That was just mean.
It’s okay, Gabby. Don’t get in whirl.
They’ll use another singer. Maybe an outta work Spice Grrl!
I hear they rejected “Son-killer” Spice. Maybe she’ll sing for her.
I think you’re getting into this rift thing a leeeeetle too much, Xena. How do you expect us to kiss and make up if you’re going to keep saying things like that?
You’re gonna kiss? You’ll need a male stand-in.
If Autolycus is busy, we’ll put our hand in!
I’m not kissing anybody. Well... maybe Callisto.
You’d kiss Callisto but not me? Oh that does it. NOW the rift is total. First Lao Ma, then Callisto. All I get are pecks on the cheek or head. I give up.
Chill out, babe, you’re getting delirious.
Two girls can kiss if it means nothing, but not if it’s serious!
So when is this musical thing gonna get here? I’m tired of rifting. I’ll never get a decent s’more until we make up.
Any minute! Any day!
It’s different round the world, when it will play!
And then you’ll see, the rift will be solved
--44 minutes of airtime and all sins absolved.
Hardly seems possible.
Nonbeliever. Cynic. How can you doubt?
This is Xenastaff! They’ll turn it about.
Don’t worry, don’t fret. Everything will be fine.
Just start in singing and love will be thine.
Do we have to sing as badly as you rhyme?
Hopefully not, but I wouldn’t place bets.
If Joanna writes it, this is as good as it gets.
Xena, please -- let’s stop rifting without the song and dance. Let’s just say we’re sorry and be done with it. I’m frightened. I don’t wanna have to sing.
Well, I’m still ticked at you.
You just want to showcase your singing voice. One appearance on a talk show and you get a role on Broadway. By that logic, I should have a new rap CD from being on Vibe.
Yeah, I hear strawberry blonde white chicks are all the rage in the rap world.
This rift is strong.
It’s really quite deep.
They’re arguing so long.
Makes a grown man weep!
C’mon, let’s hurry.
Let’s hear the Bitter Suite.
I’m starting to worry
it won’t be solved neat.
I’m game. After all, I’ve done nothing wrong. It’s all Gabrielle’s fault.
Ha! MY fault? You’re the one who’s being pigheaded! I said I loved you and it didn’t even solve all our problems!
Gabrielle, buy a clue.
There’s nothing you can do.
Saying you love her is nothing new.
She needs more. She needs healing.
Her senses are reeling.
Your brat killed her boy and that’s one lousy feeling.
There’s only one thing.
And happiness it’ll bring.
You’ve simply got to let this dark warrior sing!
Fine. We’ll sing. I want Mariah Carey for my voice. Or maybe Whitney Houston. Melissa Etheridge! Tracy Chapman! Paula Cole! Barbra Streisand!
Yeah, like we’ve got that kinda budget. You’ll be lucky if you get Rosie O’Donnell.
Actually, we’ve heard the dub.
Yeah, we know, we’re spoiler cheaters.
The singer’s okay, though here’s the rub.
She sounds too much like Bernadette Peters.
Great. Do I have to sing that stupid Joxer song?
It’s there but breathe easy,
he sings it alone.
Yes, it’s quite cheesy,
but short and on tone.
When this is all over, can I have one of your s’mores, Xena?
Well... okay. Now hand me the atomizer. I gotta do my scales.
That’s great! It’s the best!
This will be fun.
And listen... hear that?
The music’s begun...!