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Madeline and Sylvia
. . . About Maddie and Syvvie in my info post, yesterday. These ladies have only one subtle brain cell to share between them, and they're very boisterous and friendly and will say pretty much anything that springs to mind.

It's sometimes kind of offensive. Especially if they're trying hard not to be offensive.

If they say something to your character that makes you uncomfortable, let me know, and I will change it.
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"Hello! Hello there! You've reached Madeline Samuels--"

"--and Sylvia Dunleavy. We're not in right now--"

"--well, obviously we're not in right now, or we'da picked up the phone--"

"--We would have!--"

"--But leave us a message here after the beeping noise, with your name, your number, and anything else you want to tell us--"

"--We're running out of time, Mad."

"We are? Oh dear, thank you for telling me. We'll call you back! Promise!"

*Beep*

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BOTH: (singing)
Sister Woman Sister
Mother, daughter, me
Sister, you run faster
Wild and so free
You know how to run and jump and laugh and climb a tree
Sister Woman Sister
You are me
I have my own identity
I have my own identity
MOLLY: And now, in a tribute to Helen Reddy, Eve Ensler, and Rosie O'Donnell, we'd like to share with you . . .
BOTH: SISTER WOMAN SISTER.
HOLLY: Oh sister woman sister, mother goddess, oh goddess, bring me into your fold, your mother loving arms . . . your sister woman motherloving arms.
MOLLY: WOMYN. W-O-M-Y-N, pronounced wmyn. Solstice wmyn witch wmyn.
HOLLY: Life cycle.
MOLLY: I am born from you and am of you . . . of you I am . . .
HOLLY: We give birth. We are birth, we are creation, we are reproduction. My child is yours and yours is mine.
MOLLY: So sister. Can I call you sister, or woman of my life, or just me? Are you me? Are we we?
HOLLY: Oh, live in the great embrace of woman. Live in the warmth. Cut the binding cord.
BOTH: No! Don'!
HOLLY: It is there.
BOTH: Cord cut cut cord no don't!
HOLLY: It is there.
MOLLY: We are two evolving around into oneness. Spinning, spinning, spinning . . . spinning.
HOLLY: Oh, womyn. Oh golden womyn of goddess love. So let your champagne flow.
MOLLY: Like blood, like spit, like rain, like water, water woman, woman, water. they both start with a W. We are the lioness, we are the tigress, we are THE TEAMSTERS.
HOLLY: Sisters, sisters, Betty and Wilma . . .
MOLLY: No Fred, No Barney.
MOLLY and HOLLY: (alternating syllables) I have my own Identity I have my own Identity.
MOLLY: I have my own identity, I have my own identity.
HOLLY: (simultaneously) Sappho, Diana, Bella, Athena, Rita Mae, Martina, Gloria . . .
BOTH: CHER!
MOLLY: Host-ESS, steward-ESS, sensual-NESS. We are not ESS, we are sensual, period.
BOTH: Let your love flow! Third World sister. Oh sweet odor of sister, woman, sister.

[ooc: with lots and lots of edits, text taken from Parallel Lives]
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BOTH: (singing)
Sister Woman Sister
Mother, daughter, me
Sister, you run naked
Wild and so free
You know how to run and jump and laugh and climb a tree
Sister Woman Sister
You are me
I have my own identity
I have my own identity
MOLLY: And now, in a tribute to Helen Reddy, Eve Ensler, and Rosie O'Donnell, we'd like to share with you . . .
BOTH: SISTER WOMAN SISTER.
HOLLY: Oh sister woman sister, mother goddess, oh goddess, bring me into your fold, your mother loving arms . . . your sister woman motherloving arms.
MOLLY: WOMYN. W-O-M-Y-N, pronounced wmyn. Solstice wmyn witch wmyn.
HOLLY: Birth cycle.
MOLLY: I am born from you and am of you . . . of you I am . . .
HOLLY: We give birth. We are birth, we are fetal, we are after birth. My placenta is yours and yours is mine.
MOLLY: So sister. Can I call you sister, or woman of my life, or just me? Are you me? Are we we?
HOLLY: Oh, live in the great uterus of woman. Live in the walls. Cut the umbilical cord.
BOTH: No! Don'!
HOLLY: It is there.
BOTH: Cord cut cut cord no don't!
HOLLY: It is there.
BOTH: Woman woman woman woman womn womn wom wom wom WOMB!
MOLLY: Womb, womb, we are two evolving around into oneness. Spinning, spinning, spinning . . . spinning.
HOLLY: Oh, labia. Oh golden labia of goddess love. So let your champagne flow.
MOLLY: Like blood, like spit, like rain, like wet, wet woman, woman, wet. they both start with a W. We are the lioness, we are the tigress, we are THE TEAMSTERS.
HOLLY: Sisters, sisters, Betty and Wilma . . .
MOLLY: No Fred, No Barney.
MOLLY and HOLLY: (alternating) I/have/my/own/I/den/tit/y/I/have/my/own/I/den/tit/y.
MOLLY: I have my own identity, I have my own identity.
HOLLY: (simultaneously) Sappho, Diana, Bella, Athena, Rita Mae, Martina, Gloria . . .
BOTH: CHER!
MOLLY: Host-ESS, steward-ESS, sensual-NESS. We are not ESS, we are sensual, period. My period. . . .
HOLLY: Your period . . .
BOTH: Let it flow! Third World sister. Oh sweet odor of sweat of sister, woman, sister.

[ooc: with minor edits, text taken straight from Parallel Lives]
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