Fanny: "...Well it's official, the people in the tent-rental industry are very unpleasant. The only company that can get me a tent to hold 100 people by Sunday said all of their tents are white canvas. White canvas. No one in the world wanted pink, or blue? I asked them how much to dye a tent and they laughed at me. Like I'm Ellen. And I forgot to invite the Garden Club. I'm inviting most of the town, and they are in the town, so that brings the head count up by 20. Maybe I should forget a tent and think about a theater. I'll put that on the Possible list. Oh, and here, I printed up a list of Buddhist memorial traditions off the Internet. There are some chants you should learn."
Friend: "Ah. Finally a chance to use my high school Tibetan."
Greene: "I remember years ago when the husband of a friend of mine died. My entire Wiccan group went down to the ocean at midnight, sang a song, threw our clothes off, joined hands and ran into the sea. It was really beautiful."
Fanny: "There'll be kids there!"
Greene: "They can wear floaties?"
Friend: "You were in a Wiccan group?"
Greene: "Well, I was living in Vancouver. I didn't ski, so."
Good stuff. Fanny starts in on how they have to wear traditional white robes and headbands -- "We'll look like a cult, or a karate class!" -- and then suggests scarves, or capes, and then they talk about the capes, and it's just exhausting. I like these new ladies, but I'm not sure they're what's called for here, because Fanny and her train of thought are not really on speaking terms at all. Maybe Michelle should dose the refreshments with Adderall or something. As it is, she's still working on being invisible. She goes to the studio and tries to do her dance again, the one that made Fanny love her, secretly, but it's not working. She's a ghost, you can see through her.
AFTER THE SHOW
Very annoying dialogue attends the young ladies as they return for ballet class -- on the off chance that Fanny will pull it together -- and then they have a big fight about Boo's belief that they are all going to Hell.
Ginny: "Long as I don't have to run there."
Boo: "Madame Fanny's son dies and what do we do? We watch Mark Wahlberg blow up France for two and a half hours."
Melanie: "It was a long movie."
Sasha: "Wake up, Boo! We live in Hell. The worst that can happen is we go to Carpinteria."