I wanted to make some kind of Carpenter-ia joke here, but it never quite gelled. You get the idea.
Fanny: "...Wait, Oxnard? I've spent my whole life avoiding Oxnard."
Sasha drops some shoes -- toe shoes or pointe shoes or maybe those are different things or maybe they're the same thing, I don't really care so I'm going to just say they are shoes, pink ones -- on Boo's desk.
Sasha: "My lame dad got 'em for me, they're totally wrong, and I just thought maybe you'd want them."
Boo: "They're brand-new, and they're in my size..."
Sasha: "Yeah, he's an idiot. He bought them way too big."
Boo: "Hmm. Three sizes too big?"
Sasha: "I think maybe he had a stroke in the dancewear aisle, but whatever."
Boo: "But your gay dad buys all your ballet stuff, why would he suddenly..."
Sasha: "-- Oh my God, Boo. Throw 'em out, set 'em on fire, whatever you want."
HOME FROM OXNARD
Fanny: "Best view of Oxnard is in the rearview mirror."
Michelle: "You should tweet that!"
Strange Jovial Old Man: Pops up in back seat.
Floyd: "I do! I tweet."
Fanny, awesome: "That's surprising to me."
They put Floyd to work -- no last name -- and Fanny clarifies that he'll be sleeping on a cot after working through the night, and will be paid for his labors in snacks and promises.
Michelle: "We're fine vetters. They should put us in charge of finding vice-presidential candidates... He was just so available. I don't like that."
Fanny: "Oh, is that how you judge things like this? If people are willing to do what you want them to do, then you don't want them?"
Michelle: "No, it's just he was our fourth choice. What is it with floor guys?"
Fanny: "They don't like you, that's for sure."
Michelle: "For some reason, I'm not hot in California. Especially Oxnard. Ugh, Oxnard."
Fanny: "Told you!"
Michelle: "He's doing this on credit? Did you seduce him, Mrs. Robinson?"
Fanny: "I don't even know how you get there, to Mrs. Robinson. Floyd is older than God. That's kind of insulting, or it would be if you were trying to make sense."
Michelle: "What's Floyd expecting?"
Fanny: "Young lady. When you get to be my age, you know how to lead a man on, get him to do what you want, give him nothing and send him crying back to his wife."