(inside the girls trailer, Courtney wakes up immediately; she inhales deeply, then sighs and opens her window curtains)
Courtney: Good morning, day! (she begins to walk, but accidently steps on the juu of her big toe) Oww! (falls over, but gets back up with her toe sore) I stubbed my toe! (Courtney cries profusely like a fountain, leaving a puddle surrounding her) I was walking around and I stubbed my toe! (later, Courtney walks into the washroom and searches though her shati while humming; she picks one, but the wire hanger rips through the side) D'oh, that was my inayopendelewa shirt. (cries; later, she appears at the Grips breakfast meza, jedwali while she and the teammatea eating oatmeal while listening to the radio)
Radio DJ: And that was "Asia" kwa Eely Dan. inayofuata up is Lionel Fishie with his hit, "Sad Song".
(the sad song begins to play, and the Grips begins to cry)
Courtney: That's a sad song!
Lindsay: I know!
Heather: That Courtney is such a crybaby. (she takes a bite out of her danish while the Grips continues to cry; later, at the outside, Courtney was calling her lawyers on her PDA while singing)
Beth: (enters abruptly, startling Courtney who flips the PDA into the air) Courtney, guess what? (the PDA lands on the ground) Yeah, I'll come back later. (goes back into the girls tralier, Courtney sadly picks her PDA up and carries it to the trash bin)
Courtney: wewe are a good little PDa. (sniffs) I didn't know them well, but in the few short sekunde between calling , I--(opens the trash lid and begins crying)--I came to upendo them! (her PDA slowly slides off her hand and into the trash bin) It just isn't fair! (she cries even louder, soaking and enraging Heather from the counter window)
Heather: Courtney, will wewe stop crying?!
Courtney: My PDA fell on the floor and--
Heather: PDA nothing! (Courtney tries to speak, but Heather interrupts again) PDA nothing!!! (she pants, then Courtney whimpers with tears) What now?
Courtney: (stifled) wewe yelled at me! (sobs loudly, continuing to soak Haether with tears; later outside , Heather stands before Courtney inayofuata to a board that says 43)
Heather: All right, look. So far today, and it's not even 2:00 yet, wewe have cried 43 times.
Courtney: And wewe wrote that number on a chalkboard.
Heather: Yes!
Courtney: Why?
Heather: (pauses for a second) I have no idea.
Courtney: Oh, Heather it's not that many tears in my brain.
Haether: Au contraire. (turns on a TV)
Courtney: What's this?
Heather: It's a quick montage of flashback I've edited together that shows the hundreds of tears wewe have cried over the days.
(the video begins to play, inaonyesha Courtney crying the tralier, at the grocery store, outside the School, at her house, at the bathroom, and at the bus stop)
Courtney: (in the video) Boo-hoo-hoo! Sob. Weep.
Narrator: Thousands of tears later...
(Courtney continues to watch herself crying in the video)
Courtney: Wow, guess I do cry a lot. I promise I won't cry anymore.
Heather: Oh, nonsense! I bet wewe can't go the rest of the siku without crying.
Courtney: (realizes something) Excuse me a moment. (she walks up to a rotary telephone and dials it, Duncan appears lazily laying on his kitanda when his own phone rings)
Duncan: (answers it) Boys... tralier. Duncan speaking.
Courtney:(scoffs) Duncan?
Duncan: Hey, babe! Is it 7:30 already?
Courtney: No, sweetie.
Duncan: How can I help you, Princess?
Courtney: Do wewe think that I could go the rest of the siku without crying?
Duncan: (mouth full with popcorn) Well, of course wewe can.
Courtney: Okay, great, thanks.
Duncan: Umm... sure. And did wewe remember to put that package outside where I told you?
Courtney: Yeah, but I left it in a different spot. Just ask LeShawna, she knows where it is.
Duncan: Oh, yeah. (laughs with his mouth full) Hey, good one, babe. wewe almost had me there.
Courtney: (chuckles) Okay.
Duncan: Yeah, talk to wewe later, Courtney.
Courtney: All right, see ya. (hangs up, then walks back up to Heather) Okay, it's a bet.
Heather: (shakes Heather's hand) Fine. If wewe cry one tear before midnight, wewe have to...(thinks) Wash my hair, share my chakula for a year.
Courtney: Sounds fair to me. And if I make it to midnight without crying, you'll come to a slumber party at the girls tralier. Just us ladies. (Heather retches) Ooh, what's the matter?
Heather: Um, nothing, I just threw up a little in my mouth. (begins talking in his thoughts) No need to worry. You've outdone yourself. She'll be crying in ten minutes. (laughs out loud; in the evening, they are now eating chajio, chakula cha jioni at)
Courtney: (speaking in her thoughts) I am not gonna cry. I am not gonna cry. (straining, he speaks out loud) I can do this.
Lindsay: (smiling) Do what? (sees something and gasps)
Beth: Oh, my Gosh! What a lovely sunset.
LeShawna: Take a look, y'all. (they looks at the sunset and gasps) Isn't that beautiful?
Courtney: I've never seen such a beautiful sunset.
Heather: Really tugs the heartstrings, doesn't it?
Courtney: (gasps quietly in awe) It's... (the Choir drives kwa imba an angelic note, Heather chuckles as Courtney's eyes begin to twinkle and water)
Heather: Is that a tear I see?
(the sunset disappears)
Courtney: Oh well, sunset's over. (Heather scoffs in frustration; later, they both enter the girls tralier)
(The sit on the kitanda watching the news)
Woman: Welcome back to Bikini Bottom News. Our juu story tonight: a series of sad tales.
Beth: Ooh, let's turn it up.
Woman: Tragedy in the park when a young konokono caught in a mti almost didn't get down.
Cat #13: (stuck on a mti branch) Meow.
(Courtney gasps and gets ready to cry)
Mom: However, she did get down.
Girls: Hooray!
Lindsay: (sweating, changes the channel) Let's watch something else okay?
Heather: Fine! (Courtney turns the TV off and madly throws it out of the window, then walks back to the kitanda panting)
Courtney: wewe know what they say about that television. Rots the brain.
Duncan: (from outside) Hey, thanks for the TV, Courtney. (he carries the broken-up TV set on his the boys trailer with it)
Courtney: Time really does fly when you're having fun. Well, we better start getting ready for bed.
Heather: (nervously) Uh, No-no-no-no, wait.
Courtney: Yeah!
Heather: How about a bedtime story?
Lindsay and Beth: Now you're talking! (later, Lindsay: Watcha gonna read us, Heather?
Heather: Umm... (nervously searches through the pages) How 'bout The Little Girl Who Got Lost?
Courtney: That sounds like a very sad story.
Heather: Oh, very sad. Umm... "There once was a little girl (the page she's kusoma is actually of the story Jack and Jill) who was, uh, little and sad. (Courtney whimpers) One siku the little sad girl was walking through the park. (Beth begins to chuckle with joy) But, she was sad, because...because she was lost... she was Lost and very sad. And then, she--she started to cry. (Courtney begins to choke up) She cried and he cried. And she cried even more. (Courtney shakes with sadness) And she kept crying. (Courtney strains and forces back tears) Crying and crying and crying and...that's right. wewe can do it.
Courtney: I'm wondering if it might not be so healthy to hold in all my tears!
Heather: You're exactly right.. Let it all out. Don't fight the feel--(the sekunde hand on the clock ticks closer to midnight) Ten, nine...do it, do it, cry...eight, seven, six, five...come on! (the dam inside Courtney's brain begins to crack) ...four, three, two, one! (the dam breaks) Midnight! (sighs) Well, Courtney, it looks like wewe won the... (Courtney's eyes burst with tears, shooting a flood towards the girls and smacking them against the wall. The tears shoot out in the trailer. They spread to the boys trailer, causing an entire waterfall inside)
Duncan: Wow, what a bad show.
(The tears flood the trailer)
Chris: (he and Chef standing on his desk) Well, at least we're still together, Chef.
(The Choir drives through the flood holding the angelic note; at the girls trailer, the tears continue to spray into the wall, then stop Now, the girls sit in front of the TV)
Lindsay: (holding out a bowl of popcorn) zaidi popcorn, Heather?
Heather: No, no. No, no. Please.
Beth: (eating popcorn) Don't be shy now. I'm made extra. (Heather begins to cry, Courtney rubs her shoulders)
Courtney: That's all right, let it out. wewe can cry all wewe want. You're among Marafiki here.
(Heather wails even harder)
Courtney: Good morning, day! (she begins to walk, but accidently steps on the juu of her big toe) Oww! (falls over, but gets back up with her toe sore) I stubbed my toe! (Courtney cries profusely like a fountain, leaving a puddle surrounding her) I was walking around and I stubbed my toe! (later, Courtney walks into the washroom and searches though her shati while humming; she picks one, but the wire hanger rips through the side) D'oh, that was my inayopendelewa shirt. (cries; later, she appears at the Grips breakfast meza, jedwali while she and the teammatea eating oatmeal while listening to the radio)
Radio DJ: And that was "Asia" kwa Eely Dan. inayofuata up is Lionel Fishie with his hit, "Sad Song".
(the sad song begins to play, and the Grips begins to cry)
Courtney: That's a sad song!
Lindsay: I know!
Heather: That Courtney is such a crybaby. (she takes a bite out of her danish while the Grips continues to cry; later, at the outside, Courtney was calling her lawyers on her PDA while singing)
Beth: (enters abruptly, startling Courtney who flips the PDA into the air) Courtney, guess what? (the PDA lands on the ground) Yeah, I'll come back later. (goes back into the girls tralier, Courtney sadly picks her PDA up and carries it to the trash bin)
Courtney: wewe are a good little PDa. (sniffs) I didn't know them well, but in the few short sekunde between calling , I--(opens the trash lid and begins crying)--I came to upendo them! (her PDA slowly slides off her hand and into the trash bin) It just isn't fair! (she cries even louder, soaking and enraging Heather from the counter window)
Heather: Courtney, will wewe stop crying?!
Courtney: My PDA fell on the floor and--
Heather: PDA nothing! (Courtney tries to speak, but Heather interrupts again) PDA nothing!!! (she pants, then Courtney whimpers with tears) What now?
Courtney: (stifled) wewe yelled at me! (sobs loudly, continuing to soak Haether with tears; later outside , Heather stands before Courtney inayofuata to a board that says 43)
Heather: All right, look. So far today, and it's not even 2:00 yet, wewe have cried 43 times.
Courtney: And wewe wrote that number on a chalkboard.
Heather: Yes!
Courtney: Why?
Heather: (pauses for a second) I have no idea.
Courtney: Oh, Heather it's not that many tears in my brain.
Haether: Au contraire. (turns on a TV)
Courtney: What's this?
Heather: It's a quick montage of flashback I've edited together that shows the hundreds of tears wewe have cried over the days.
(the video begins to play, inaonyesha Courtney crying the tralier, at the grocery store, outside the School, at her house, at the bathroom, and at the bus stop)
Courtney: (in the video) Boo-hoo-hoo! Sob. Weep.
Narrator: Thousands of tears later...
(Courtney continues to watch herself crying in the video)
Courtney: Wow, guess I do cry a lot. I promise I won't cry anymore.
Heather: Oh, nonsense! I bet wewe can't go the rest of the siku without crying.
Courtney: (realizes something) Excuse me a moment. (she walks up to a rotary telephone and dials it, Duncan appears lazily laying on his kitanda when his own phone rings)
Duncan: (answers it) Boys... tralier. Duncan speaking.
Courtney:(scoffs) Duncan?
Duncan: Hey, babe! Is it 7:30 already?
Courtney: No, sweetie.
Duncan: How can I help you, Princess?
Courtney: Do wewe think that I could go the rest of the siku without crying?
Duncan: (mouth full with popcorn) Well, of course wewe can.
Courtney: Okay, great, thanks.
Duncan: Umm... sure. And did wewe remember to put that package outside where I told you?
Courtney: Yeah, but I left it in a different spot. Just ask LeShawna, she knows where it is.
Duncan: Oh, yeah. (laughs with his mouth full) Hey, good one, babe. wewe almost had me there.
Courtney: (chuckles) Okay.
Duncan: Yeah, talk to wewe later, Courtney.
Courtney: All right, see ya. (hangs up, then walks back up to Heather) Okay, it's a bet.
Heather: (shakes Heather's hand) Fine. If wewe cry one tear before midnight, wewe have to...(thinks) Wash my hair, share my chakula for a year.
Courtney: Sounds fair to me. And if I make it to midnight without crying, you'll come to a slumber party at the girls tralier. Just us ladies. (Heather retches) Ooh, what's the matter?
Heather: Um, nothing, I just threw up a little in my mouth. (begins talking in his thoughts) No need to worry. You've outdone yourself. She'll be crying in ten minutes. (laughs out loud; in the evening, they are now eating chajio, chakula cha jioni at)
Courtney: (speaking in her thoughts) I am not gonna cry. I am not gonna cry. (straining, he speaks out loud) I can do this.
Lindsay: (smiling) Do what? (sees something and gasps)
Beth: Oh, my Gosh! What a lovely sunset.
LeShawna: Take a look, y'all. (they looks at the sunset and gasps) Isn't that beautiful?
Courtney: I've never seen such a beautiful sunset.
Heather: Really tugs the heartstrings, doesn't it?
Courtney: (gasps quietly in awe) It's... (the Choir drives kwa imba an angelic note, Heather chuckles as Courtney's eyes begin to twinkle and water)
Heather: Is that a tear I see?
(the sunset disappears)
Courtney: Oh well, sunset's over. (Heather scoffs in frustration; later, they both enter the girls tralier)
(The sit on the kitanda watching the news)
Woman: Welcome back to Bikini Bottom News. Our juu story tonight: a series of sad tales.
Beth: Ooh, let's turn it up.
Woman: Tragedy in the park when a young konokono caught in a mti almost didn't get down.
Cat #13: (stuck on a mti branch) Meow.
(Courtney gasps and gets ready to cry)
Mom: However, she did get down.
Girls: Hooray!
Lindsay: (sweating, changes the channel) Let's watch something else okay?
Heather: Fine! (Courtney turns the TV off and madly throws it out of the window, then walks back to the kitanda panting)
Courtney: wewe know what they say about that television. Rots the brain.
Duncan: (from outside) Hey, thanks for the TV, Courtney. (he carries the broken-up TV set on his the boys trailer with it)
Courtney: Time really does fly when you're having fun. Well, we better start getting ready for bed.
Heather: (nervously) Uh, No-no-no-no, wait.
Courtney: Yeah!
Heather: How about a bedtime story?
Lindsay and Beth: Now you're talking! (later, Lindsay: Watcha gonna read us, Heather?
Heather: Umm... (nervously searches through the pages) How 'bout The Little Girl Who Got Lost?
Courtney: That sounds like a very sad story.
Heather: Oh, very sad. Umm... "There once was a little girl (the page she's kusoma is actually of the story Jack and Jill) who was, uh, little and sad. (Courtney whimpers) One siku the little sad girl was walking through the park. (Beth begins to chuckle with joy) But, she was sad, because...because she was lost... she was Lost and very sad. And then, she--she started to cry. (Courtney begins to choke up) She cried and he cried. And she cried even more. (Courtney shakes with sadness) And she kept crying. (Courtney strains and forces back tears) Crying and crying and crying and...that's right. wewe can do it.
Courtney: I'm wondering if it might not be so healthy to hold in all my tears!
Heather: You're exactly right.. Let it all out. Don't fight the feel--(the sekunde hand on the clock ticks closer to midnight) Ten, nine...do it, do it, cry...eight, seven, six, five...come on! (the dam inside Courtney's brain begins to crack) ...four, three, two, one! (the dam breaks) Midnight! (sighs) Well, Courtney, it looks like wewe won the... (Courtney's eyes burst with tears, shooting a flood towards the girls and smacking them against the wall. The tears shoot out in the trailer. They spread to the boys trailer, causing an entire waterfall inside)
Duncan: Wow, what a bad show.
(The tears flood the trailer)
Chris: (he and Chef standing on his desk) Well, at least we're still together, Chef.
(The Choir drives through the flood holding the angelic note; at the girls trailer, the tears continue to spray into the wall, then stop Now, the girls sit in front of the TV)
Lindsay: (holding out a bowl of popcorn) zaidi popcorn, Heather?
Heather: No, no. No, no. Please.
Beth: (eating popcorn) Don't be shy now. I'm made extra. (Heather begins to cry, Courtney rubs her shoulders)
Courtney: That's all right, let it out. wewe can cry all wewe want. You're among Marafiki here.
(Heather wails even harder)
