
Dastardly duo
In “Where is Poppa?,” a seventh-season “Dallas” episode, Katherine (Morgan Brittany) sits in bed with a sheet wrapped around her while J.R. (Larry Hagman) sits at the foot, putting on his boots.
KATHERINE: I don’t like this arrangement at all, J.R.
J.R.: [Chuckles] Well, Katherine, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. And I happen to like it a lot at the moment. Now, of course, we could go to Bobby and tell him all about us. That might solve your problem.
KATHERINE: I don’t understand why you want to go to bed with me when you know I can’t stand you.
J.R.: Well, honey, I’m a man of lusty appetites. [Gets up, walks to the dresser] And unfortunately, my wife is not going to bed with me anymore. At least not for now. [Ties his necktie] And my favorite lady of the evening is out of town. I just can’t stand going to bed with strangers. And despite what you say, you enjoy what we’re doing just as much as I do. [Sits next to her on the bed, caresses her arm] You can’t hide that from me.
KATHERINE: You’re disgusting.
J.R.: Come on. Dangerous relationships, they excite you, don’t they? They really turn you on. And if by some miracle, you happen to land Bobby, it’s not going to be long before you’re trying to find a way back into my bed. We’re a lot alike, you know. It’s just that I’m smarter than you are. [Smiles] Now, you got anything to drink around here? Some orange juice or coffee? Loving always makes me thirsty.
KATHERINE: [Rolls her eyes] It’s in the kitchen. [Folds her arms, sighs]
The telephone on the nightstand rings. The caller is Earl Johnson (Donegan Smith).
KATHERINE: Hello.
JOHNSON: Mrs. Wentworth? This is Earl Johnson.
KATHERINE: Oh, yes. [Leans forward] Do you have any news?
JOHNSON: Yes. One of my operatives has located Renaldo Marchetta in Los Angeles.
KATHERINE: [Smiles] Oh, that’s wonderful.
JOHNSON: Do you want us to do anything else?
KATHERINE: Yes. Don’t let him out of your sight until you hear from me. Goodbye. [Hangs up the phone, grabs a pillow and leans back in bed]
J.R.: [Standing in the doorway with a glass of orange juice] Good news, I hope.
KATHERINE: Maybe good enough to get you out of my bed.