They toast to Hubbell, and Fanny drops it low and refills them immediately, and it's pretty awesome -- "of course I've done this before, there's no movie theatre in this town" -- before going back to their résumés. ("I Googled you" being New International pilot-ese for "What an easy way to run down the characters' résumés in this pilot.") Michelle's: ABT, full scholarship, accepted into the Company at 17. Left for chorus work on Broadway after a couple years, and then Vegas. Fanny's intrigued, and these questions come rolling out with no meanness at all:

Fanny: "Did you get injured? [No.] Have a breakdown? [No.] Develop a dirty ventriloquist act?"
Michelle, sighing: "A friend of mine got a job at Caesar's and asked if I wanted to come along, and I did. I thought it would be temporary. It was fun for a while -- dance, party all night, sleep all day... And then time slips away, you know?"
Fanny: "I know. Very well."

Fanny's résumé: Soloist with the Ballet Russe, got pregnant ("Oh, how Turning Point," Michelle says, speaking a shared language), the father vanished so she never went back, started teaching to make ends meet, and... Time slips away.

Fanny: "You squandered a lot of potential. [I know.] Are you sorry?"
Michelle: "Every day of my life. I had all the gifts, all the tools, I just had absolutely no focus."

Fanny nods: That's just like Sasha. Who is, yes, a bitch, but it's only because she has no idea if she even likes this thing that she's good at, and her mother is distant and travels a lot and her father is -- yes -- gay, which is this open secret.

Fanny: "It's too bad, there are some lovely single gay men in this town. Sasha would be so much happier if he smiled once in a while."
Michelle: "Well, everyone in their own time, I guess..."
Fanny: "That's crap. Every moment you waste in life is a sin. Nothing waits for you. It all just moves on. You turn around one day and your son is married..."
Michelle: "Nice."

It is nice. I love that. Firstly that holding Sasha's father accountable for his own happiness -- your one duty in life being to realize your own existence; the one unforgivable sin being to do anything else -- is no different from telling Michelle she squandered her potential, or how Boo has a tummy. When you've got honesty on your side (and no malice) you don't need to fuck around. It would be different if she were bitter -- "I'm bitter," she's saying, "but really not that bitter" -- but she's not bitter. There's nothing mean behind it, and just as importantly no spazziness or misunderstanding of social cues, which is the other thing that screws this up. Just honesty.