Well damn, Hubbell. And since Michelle is the only other person that would work on besides Yours Truly, maybe in the world, the next thing that happens is she wakes up in Paradise with a ring on her finger.

STUDIO

In the backyard of Hubbell's house is a dance studio and in that dance studio is a small class of teens and teaching those teens is Hubbell's mother, Madame Fanny. And just like you were eventually able to forget Kelly Bishop was the mom in Dirty Dancing -- and the show survives, God willing -- I bet you'll forget she once played Emily Gilmore too. The price of presence is lingering presence, and damn does she have presence, so it's okay if you can't shake it off all at once, but I love what she's doing here.

Four of the teens are named Sasha, Boo, and I think Melanie and Ginny. They are all identically willowy ballerinas with varying shades of long pretty White People hair, so it's kind of hard at this point to tell them apart. Of the two blondes, Boo is the one we feel sorry for you; of the two brunettes, Sasha is the one that is a bitch. At some point, we will probably feel sorry for her too, but not today, Sasha. Not today. The routine ends.

Fanny: "...And relax. Oh please, so dramatic. Mr. Balanchine once made us do grand battements for two and a half hours. We only stopped when someone finally dropped dead."

*(The first time somebody decides to email me about spelling, I'm going to start misspelling them on purpose. Until then I will do my best, between my atrocious French and completely forgotten ballet, but please don't waste either of our time proving how much you know about everything, because there is nothing to be gained by that for either of us. The first thing you have to ask yourself before you do anything whatsoever involving another person is who you're trying to impress.)

Afterwards, Sasha is a bitch to Boo and Boo is a sadsack who doesn't have the body for ballet but hasn't figured that out yet, so just like in every movie, one assumes she'll end up moving into hip-hop dance -- or even more likely, some made-up salad of a dance technique that combines all dances -- because that is what happens in every movie that has ever been made. (Frankly, I would rather see Boo move directly to crumping. The dance of kings.)