Dear Fanny: Once again, it's been a pleasure working with you on the 2012 Joffrey Summer Program auditions for Southern California, and we hope this letter finds you well. We were wondering if you could provide an update on the state of the wood floor in the dance studio. It's our last piece of outstanding business. In advance, we thank you...
Michelle: "So what's the..."
Fanny: "The problem? What's the problem? They've just lopped my head off!"
Truly: "Game Of Thrones!"
Fanny: "With no warning!"
Truly: "Ned Starked her!"
Michelle: "Because of the Joffrey thing, got it. But in this letter, I see none of that. It says nothing about cancellation..."
Fanny: "You don't speak Joffrey. That's what it says."
Michelle: "Truly, be the tiebreaker."
Truly: "I'm no good at breaking ties. I'm good at being in the majority, after the majority has already voted, so I can see which way things are gonna go. That's my thing."
Charmed, I'm sure.
Fanny: "Twelve years I've hosted these auditions, only to be jettisoned like a used tire. Did I deserve this?"
Fanny stalks off to act insane; Truly stares at Michelle with her staring eyes, so Michelle asks her if her seamstering skills extend to curtain making.
TENSION MAKES A TANGLE
Curtain rods, man. Michelle vs. a curtain rod, forever and ever. What do you think the script even said? "And then we'll just spend an entire day filming Sutton Foster fighting a curtain rod, and see how much of the endless footage makes it into the episode. Is Sam Phillips available to go la-la-la? Then we're good to go." This is the weirdest show on television, probably.
Fanny on the phone is amazing: "I hate that you're giving me the runaround like this... Because I'm getting the runaround, that's why I'm complaining about getting the runaround. Now, sweetie, saying you don't mean to be giving me the runaround doesn't mean it's not happening... You sound young, how young are you? Nineteen? And you're Lisa's assistant? You're not Lisa's assistant? Then who are you? I'm talking to an intern. Why didn't you tell me you were an intern? No, identifying yourself is part of your job, along with sharpening pencils and fetching frappuccinos. Now have someone who's at least two notches above you and born in the last century call me back. Quickly. ...Please."