Kermit: (Peering around door nervously and whispering) Is it--is it safe?
Catherine: (in normal voice) Come on in. I think she's still at the library.
(Kermit comes in and flops down into the chair. He sits for a moment with both hands over his eyes.)
Catherine: You know you're going to have to talk to her about this.
Kermit: I know, I know. I just...I just don't know what to say.
Catherine: (bewildered) Tell me again how Robot Kermit hooked up with Fozzie.
Kermit: (groans) Sheesh! Well, apparently Robot Kermit has been planning this for weeks. He shanghai'd me when Fozzie was in the little bear's room and locked me in the closet in Layla's room.
Catherine: (sympathetically) And nobody in Layla's room believed you when they heard you pounding on the door.
Kermit: Yep. Apparently, it's a pretty common thing to have to keep him locked away.
Catherine: (just a little sarcastically) Well, of course. Can't have him going around kissing your girl!
Kermit: Darn right! I mean--I mean.... (Gives Catherine a mean look.) Whose side are you on, anyway?
Catherine: (briskly) I'm not on anyone's side. I'm just trying to live in peace in my own room.
Kermit: But--but it's not my fault that Piggy got the wrong idea.
Catherine: (quietly) No, it's not your fault. But Kermit--it's not her fault either. This has been hard on her, too. She thought that something nice had happened between you. Heck--I thought you two had finally stopped messing around and, you know, started messing around for real. (hastily) Dating, I mean, in a, you know, committed sort of way.
(Kermit looks distraught and a little panicked.)
Kermit: Well, I just...I mean, I just wasn't thinking about...and then I walked into my own room--my own dorm room, mind you!--and find my girl kissing another frog. What was I supposed to do?
Catherine: (carefully) Well, I don't blame you for being upset. But I think accusing Piggy of two-timing you was a little harsh.
Kermit: (miserable, but a little defiant) But--but did you see the way she was kissing that guy?
Catherine: Kermit--she thought that guy was you! I've have thought that would make you feel better.
Kermit: Yeah, but I, and then she, and then everybody started yelling.
Catherine: (wincing) Yes. I remember that part. The entire wing of the dorm remembers that part.
Kermit: Oh, geez. I'm never gonna--I don't know what to do. (Looks at clock on the wall.) Hey--isn't the library closed?
Catherine: (not looking at Kermit) Why yes, I believe it is.
Kermit: Then where is--oh, sheesh. You don't think she left, do you? Do you think she left?
Catherine: I think she was upset. I suggested a little retail therapy, but....
Kermit: (groaning) Oh no. What a mess this is. (Looks appealing at Catherine) How can I--do you know how to get ahold of her?
Catherine: Cell phone. Duh.
Kermit: (mumbling) She's apparently blocking my calls.
Catherine: (a little surprised) Oh. Then she's even more upset that I thought. Maybe you should just give it some time--let her be for a bit.
Kermit: (pitifully) But--but we were going to spend Christmas together.
Catherine: Christmas is a long way off. Wait and see, okay? I bet she'll come around.
(Kermit starts to slump off, but Catherine asks him a question that makes him stop in his tracks.)
Catherine: What do you think would have happened if you hadn't come in when you did?
Kermit: Well, you saw what Piggy did to him while I was there. I guess she--I guess she would have darn near dismantled him.
Catherine: Why would she do that? All he did was kiss her--
Kermit: (hotly) That's not all! He tricked her! He pretended to be me so she would...oh. (He is quiet for a moment.) I guess she's embarrassed, and hurt because she thought I was...and then I yelled at her.
Catherine: Yep. She was pretty mortified. I don't think Robot Kermit is ever going to be the same.
Kermit: (muttering) Good! Is he--has, um, Layla been able to get him working again?
Catherine: Right as rain, from what I hear. And completely unrepentant.
Kermit: Unrepentant! Why I ought to--
Catherine: Sleep on it. Sleep on all of it, okay? Things may seem brighter in the morning. (yawns) I'm positively dead. I'm going to toddle off. There's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry, and eggnog. (Impulsively, she brushes a kiss across Kermit's head as she passes.) Don't worry, Kermit. Just give her a little time to recover. It'll be okay.
Kermit: (glumly) If you say so.
(Catherine goes on to bed, but Kermit sits in the recliner for a long time after she has gone.)