I wake up and say to Bebe: "I just had the funniest dream." She yawns and goes back to sleep.
R: I was on a yacht with the Arquettes. ALL the Arquettes. The eldest one, Michael, was making French omelettes and they were all telling stories about the bad old days with the Arquette Family Circus Trapeze Troupe, when their stepmother Joan Crawford used to beat them with coathangers till the coathangers broke.
R: Then Kirsty called to say she was in Sacramento, and by the time I got back to sleep they'd finished all the omelette.
J: Poor Rach! And you were hungry.
R: *And* it smelled good. There isn't a Michael Arquette, is there?
J: Don't think so.
R: Well, David and Alexis were there, and so were Rosanna and Patricia. Plus there were a whole bunch of hip-high and knee-high auxiliary Arquettes.