Fanny: "Ahh! Why are you with Claire? Walking?"
Claire: "Oh shit. Later, guys!"
An actual whooshing sound.
It's not that Fanny takes Michelle literally by the ear, no, but it does feel an awful lot like that.
Fanny: "She gave you a magnet? It's sold. Let's just get boxes. I've lived in this town for over forty years, do you have any idea what that's like? Of course not. Of course not!"
Michelle: "I mean, I'm not a gypsy, Fanny. I didn't travel with the circus. I brought you scones..."
Fanny: "From a gas station!"
Michelle: "With a pastry section. What the hell do you want from me?"
Le Petit Prince: "What does that mean, tame?"
Le Renard: "It is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties. To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."
"I don't want you to do anything. Ever."
Michelle sets off walking, like at the end of every scene with Fanny, and this time her stroll terminates at the shiny car Hubbell built from parts.
Melanie cajoles Boo into standing at the front of class, so that Charlie can see all that she is working with. Charlie has his sunglasses on, so who knows -- based on that awful surfer dude from last week, I think it's fair to say that marijuana exists in this universe. It's in theory a nice little physical moment for her, as she's literally on display and feeling weird about her entire body; it's actually a fairly wonderful thing because Fanny is so understatedly proud of her:
"Oh, Boo. Look at you, in the front of the room. Good for you. Get up there. Stay up there. More, please. If you're going to be in the front, then be in the front."
She will never be a great ballet dancer, will Boo, but Fanny doesn't care about that. She just wants her to be a great Boo. A plan which is surging ever forward, based on the awesomeness of Boo.
Le Renard: "You see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat carbs. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat."