Sofie: You got your bath. I washed your clothes and cleaned your bedpan.
Mommatose: Yeah, uh…sorry it was so nasty. But that's what you get for feeding me creamed corn last night. I don't even want to think about the color scheme on that one.
Sofie: Its not ugly. You say that every time.
Mommatose: Well, it's sweet of you to lie to me, but I'm more than a little worried that you're getting so emotionally attached to my excrement. Don't you think that's weird?
Sofie: It's not pathetic. And it's not a lie, either. I'm just having a little fun, that's all. I never let it go too far. It doesn’t hurt anybody, least of all me.
Mommatose: Yeah, well that's just because you don't have to lie here and smell it all day. It like God's been eating burritos in here. What are the customers going to think?
Sofie: I'll be back before we open.
[The trailer door slams shut]
Sofie: Mother, open the door.
Mommatose: Not until you take a big whiff. Oh and also, before you go, what's the name of that one U2 song I really like? It's "Mothers of the Disappeared," right?
Sofie: What are you talking about? It's "A Beautiful Day."
Our morning trailer whip-around continues, as we now visit Samson, primping and preening in front of a tiny, circular mirror. After straightening his tie and slapping on enough aftershave to drown out even the smelliest of bedpans, he declares himself to be a "handsome devil," and then steps out for the day. Incidentally, you can tell Samson is a really big opera fan because he totally forgets to turn off his record player when he leaves. Or maybe that's just because the director wanted a nice musical cue to hit as we slowly zoom on in the mirror and see Management's curtains rustling in the back of the trailer. Musical cue or not, that was definitely a nicely-timed edit.
Having finished healing the truck (I wonder if that's how the Edsel died out?), Ben now decides to grab some breakfast. He sits down at a table, which prompts the table's only other occupant, Random Roustie #74, to get up and stomp away in a huff. But I thought Ben was their hero for procuring fresh eggs? That doesn't make any sense. And someone should really tell Random Roustie #74 that mutton-chop sideburns are so 1928.