Heather Duke: [playing croquet] So what are you gonna do, Heather? Take two shots or send me out? Heather Chandler: Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red. [puts her croquet ball against Heather's and sends it flying] Heather Duke: Shit. Heather Chandler: It's your turn, Heather.|