The Little Black Book shows that that
maybe some secrets are best kept that way. Stacy is determined to learn the truth about her boyfriend
Derek. But what she finds only confuses her more.
Intro: Hell is empty. All the devils are here.
-- William Shakespeare
Stacy: Question: How does a girl who falls no, actually she jumps ... Eyes open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out the other end unchanged? The answer. She doesn't. See, I know, because that girl is me.
Mom: Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
Ira: Meet our new associate producer, Stacy Hoyt.
Carl: Ira, regurgitate something fresh.
Ira: Okay, so, what I'm about to do should not be interpreted as groveling, hypocrisy, or desperation. It's merely a loss of personal integrity.
Barb: I should warn you. I'm uncomfortable with touching and sentiment.
Barb: Thank you.
Stacy: Seconds before opening the metallic case I envisioned all the evil flowing into the world. I was Pandora! And then I got over it.
Stacy: I felt like a lying sack of fertilizer. Knowing what I knew and not knowing what I didn't and knowing more than anyting that I had to know more.
Stacy: We stood there, both of us sadly in love with the same man. Both of us feeling let down by him.
Joyce: You know what? It's not about the tape. It's just talking to you lately and seeing Lulu. All that stuff just brought up such bad memories. And who am I trying to kid, you know? A clean break is easier. You can reset it and it heals and then you move on. But if you leave things messy or things don't get put right then it just hurts - Forever.
Stacy: I should have felt happier at that moment. I had won. But the cost was high and the victory hollow. I had taken a good friend from someone I loved. And nothing about that felt right.
Stacy: The line between right and wrong had blurred. In my search for truth, I had become a lie. Perhaps some secrets should remain secret.
Carl: It's your 15 minutes. It's not so bad.
Stacy: It's my life.
Carl: It'll be over soon. I meant the show.
Stacy: Every plan that I had for my life went so unbelievably wrong.
Bean: John Lennon said, "Life happens when you're busy making other plans."
Stacy: Then he got shot.
Bean: Right. You just gotta live. Stop planning your moves. Let 'em happen. I mean, you might be surprised.
Stacy: I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.