Anyway, this leads into a pretty long set-piece where Michelle goofs around with the girls and at some point Fanny wanders over to the studio and lurks and makes a face like, "Maybe I was too quick to pass judgment on this girl, who has some good qualities, and my son does love her, and Lord knows he probably got her drunk before he kidnapped her."
First, Michelle lines them all up and makes a hilarious face and voice to impersonate the worst casting agent ever -- because she can tell they're nervous about the auditions -- and it's a pretty long stretch of talking, and then she picks out some music after a strangely long sequence of her considering and rejecting seemingly every CD on the entire end table before choosing a cover of "Ain't She Sweet" (snerk, lol), and then she does a complicated dance which -- you guessed it -- incorporates every other style of dance ever made, which is when Fanny shows up, so she can watch Michelle teach them the dance she just made up and show off both her dancing and her teaching skills.
Sasha is a bitch the whole time, of course, and at some point for other reasons Michelle moves Boo up to the front line, and by the end even Sasha is having fun, and they all dance together, and I just realized one huge problem with recapping a show about dancing is that dancing goes fundamentally in your eyeballs, not your earholes. So there's cute dancing, I guess, is the sum of what can be said: It's very cute. They are good dancers. It's silly and wacky and quirky and they all look amazing doing it. Michelle yells things like, "Attitude!" and "Come on!" and "You can do it!" and that kind of thing. And they can, and they do, and it's over. She gives Boo a lot of encouragement, afterwards, which reactivates Sasha's horribleness, and the girls disappear. Just in time for...
Who drags her off to a bar somewhere so they can do shots. Awesome.
Michelle: "This is ... weird."
Fanny: "What, sitting here? You're used to dancing on top of the bar, is that it?"
Michelle: "Okay look, I was not a stripper. Or a hooker, or a Playmate..."
Fanny: "I know. I Googled you."
(Imagine that, a hot old lady who can use a computer, let's talk about it.)
Fanny: "...You should've been a radio personality, or an auctioneer. Instead you decided to dance."