http://tvmegasite.net/day/passions/transcr...-07-14-99.shtmlHere is a blast from the past when Whit and Theresa had there forture told to them by Tabitha
Tabitha: Hello, young ladies. Right this way. I've been expecting you.
Theresa: I bet.
Tabitha: I've got so much to tell you both about love and your futures. Right this way.
Theresa: Me first, Whitney.
Whitney: I got a better idea, Theresa. You first and last.
Theresa: Chicken.
Whitney: I just think this psychic mumbo jumbo's a waste of money. That's all.
Theresa: Liar. You're afraid of what the fortuneteller will say to you.
Whitney: Well, so what if I am? It's my grandmother's fault.
Theresa: She doesn't like fortunetellers?
Whitney: No. She was very religious. She didn't trust fortunetellers. And neither do I. I mean, this whole thing is giving me the willies.
Tabitha: Your grandmother was right, Whitney. You shouldn't trust people like me. All ready to hear your fortunes, girls?
Tabitha: Sit down, girls. Unless you've changed your minds.
Theresa: No. I want to hear my fortune. Come on, Whitney.
Whitney: Wait. How much are you going to charge us?
Tabitha: My fee is whatever you'd like to give me.
Theresa: See, Whitney? It can't be a con job if she doesn't even know how much to charge.
Tabitha: There, now. We can start. This hasn't been a very good day for you, has it?
Theresa: I thought you were going to tell me my future, not my past.
Tabitha: But you see, my dear, the future is based on the past, on what's already been set in motion, the things we cannot change.
Theresa: You're right, Whitney. This is all hocus-pocus mumbo jumbo.
Tabitha: Was it your smart mouth that cost you your job at the burger hut or was it the fire you started in the kitchen?
Theresa: No offense, ma'am, but if that's the best you can do, I'm not impressed. Everybody at the carnival must have heard about the fire by now.
Tabitha: Maybe. I wonder if everyone knows about you spilling milkshakes and barbecue sauce all over a certain young man.
Theresa: Here, this will get all the gunk off.
Ethan: Get her away from me.
Theresa: No, it's all right. This is water!
Whitney: I think we should go now, Theresa.
Theresa: How did you know about that?
Tabitha: I know a lot about you, Theresa -- and the young man. Although, I don't think you want to know what he's doing at this moment.
Theresa: Yes, I do. Tell me.
Tabitha: Well, he's with a young woman right now -- in bed.
Theresa: There's nothing in there. Nobody's in bed with anybody.
Tabitha: Believe what you like. I can see them together clear as day.
Theresa: What kind of fortune is this, anyway? Everything you've told me is bad.
Whitney: It doesn't matter, Theresa. It's all a bunch of garbage. Besides, you're not supposed to care if he's with someone. You're supposed to be getting over him.
Theresa: I'm trying, Whitney. It's not that easy.
Whitney: Can we go now?
Theresa: Yeah.
Tabitha: You know where to find me if you want to hear more.
Theresa: I heard enough. Come on, Whitney.
Tabitha: Tell me something, Whitney -- why do they use the word "love" in tennis?
Whitney: Excuse me?
Tabitha: You're a tennis player. What does love have to do with the game?
Whitney: How do you know I play tennis?
Tabitha: It's all right in here. You're an excellent player.
Whitney: I try.
Theresa: Don't be modest, Whit. She's the best. She's going to be in the next Olympics.
Tabitha: If she keeps it up.
Whitney: Of course I'm going to keep it up. Tennis is my life.
Tabitha: Whatever you say.
Whitney: I don't want to hear any more, Theresa.
Theresa: Now I'm sure she's a fake. Nothing could get in the way of Whitney's dream.
Tabitha: Not even death? Murder? A killer in her family?
[ Alarm buzzing ]
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Whitney: A murderer? A killer in my family?
Theresa: That's a horrible thing to say. You were right, Whitney. This was a colossal waste of time. I didn't bring my friend in here so you could scare her to death.
Tabitha: I'm only telling you what I see. Whitney will cause a murder if she continues to pursue her dream of becoming a champion tennis player.
Theresa: That's ridiculous. Whitney wouldn't hurt a fly, much less kill somebody.
Tabitha: I didn't say Whitney was going to commit the murder.
Theresa: Then who?
Tabitha: Her dad.
Theresa: Mr. Russell? That's nuts. Don't listen to her, Whitney. She's nothing but a sick, twisted old woman. You don't know anything.
Tabitha: I knew about the young man you can't get out of your system.
Theresa: Lucky guess. You don't even know his name.
Tabitha: Is that what you think? Well, look at that. It's spelled out right here. E-T-H-A-N. Ethan Crane
Theresa: How did you know his name is Ethan Crane?
Tabitha: It's all spelled out right here, right next to Whitney's tragic future.
Whitney: You're crazy. You don't know anything about my father. He's the most decent, gentleman in the world. He wouldn't kill anyone.
Tabitha: But everyone has their breaking point, Whitney, even your daddy. Of course, the murder wouldn't have to happen if it weren't for you.
Whitney: I would never do anything to hurt him.
Tabitha: You will.
Whitney: I'm leaving. Are you coming, Theresa?
Theresa: Yeah, I'm coming.
Tabitha: I know Whitney's secret. I know what she doesn't tell anyone, especially her daddy.
Theresa: How dare you do that to my friend.
Tabitha: She may be your friend, but there are some things she doesn't tell you. Now, would you like to hear some more about Ethan?
Theresa: No. I don't want to hear anything else out of your nasty mouth.
Tabitha: You'll be back. (Music).
Theresa: Wait up, Whitney. Come on, you're not going to let what some screwy old fortuneteller said ruin your day, are you? I could tell better fortunes with my magic 8 ball.
Whitney: But she made it sound so real. And did you see her eyes? They were evil, Theresa, pure evil, like she enjoyed telling me that my father was going to commit murder.
Theresa: Now you're the one sounding crazy.
Whitney: Ok. If the fortuneteller was such a big phony, how did she know about you and your obsession with Ethan Crane? Huh, Theresa? Tell me that?
Theresa: I don't know how she knew Ethan's name. Maybe she was at the burger hut earlier and heard us talking.
Whitney: Like we wouldn't have noticed a bizarre gypsy ordering a cheeseburger and fries?
Theresa: I don't know, Whitney. I'm trying to figure this thing out the same as you.
Whitney: How could anybody think that my father would want to commit murder?
Theresa: Look. You can't let what some looney tunes fortuneteller said make you this upset.
T.C.: Fortuneteller? What's the matter, baby?
Whitney: Nothing, daddy.
T.C.: Don't shine me, Whitney. Now, I want to know what's making my beautiful girl cry.
Theresa: It's really nothing, Coach Russell. We were just over at the fortuneteller's tent, and the woman telling the fortunes was kind of a jerk.
T.C.: There is no fortune-telling tent this year.
Theresa: Well, sure there is, over by the pier.
T.C.: I'm going to go find this woman. Nobody hurts my baby's feelings and gets away with it.
Theresa: I've never seen your dad so mad.
Whitney: I wish you wouldn't have told him where the gypsy tent was, Theresa.
Theresa: Are you scared of what he'll do? It's not like your dad's really a killer.
Whitney: Shut up, Theresa. That's not even funny at all.
Theresa: I'm sorry.
Whitney: You know, you ought to be. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you and your obsession with Ethan Crane.
Theresa: I said I was sorry.
Whitney: I got to go find my mother. Maybe she can stop my father before it's too late.
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