TO BUILD A HOME

Mia makes her debut at the top of a balcony, and that Cinematic Orchestra song starts playing, and it's so beautifully filmed and powerful, in a way. It feels and looks like a setpiece, but without the emotional buy-in of the rest of us, it's like watching a musical montage in a show you've never seen before: Devoid, in certain ways, of the entire point.

"Who's that girl?"
"Oh, that's Meredith Grey. Her sister died. Her dad died, and her mom died a few times. And George O'Malley died. Meredith died for like three episodes. Christina Ricci inadvertently caused Coach Taylor to become a pink mist. One time a lesbian walked into the parking garage and was never seen again. And then that lady there, she has no leg."
"Why is this Coldplay song playing?"
"Because everybody died."

FATHER-DAUGHTER WALTZ

Gross.

Robert: "I'm so proud of you. You're like a father's dream."
Mia: "It's true, isn't it? It's all over the internet, Dad. Why wouldn't you tell me? What'd she... She didn't want me? Did you take me away from her? She's dead! I never got to know her like that!"
Robert: "Calm down, Mia. I love you, and Sofia loves you... Let's just get you out of here, you're causing a pileup. We can talk..."
Mia: "We had sixteen years to talk about it!"

Mia rips off Cleopatra's pearls and flings them at Sofia's feet, runs out of there into the oncoming paparazzi, and then there's an ill-advised montage of Mia freaking out from several different directions and begging them to stop taking pictures of her in this weird wedding gown, crying, and then the vroom-vroom sound of Motorcycle arriving, and then they are gone.

Julian: "Well, that was some bullshit. Let's get out of here."
Parents: "Good call."
Joanna: "I'll just stand around not having anything to do with this, okay?"

Haverstock appears out of nowhere, chuckling, playing with a zippo.

Haverstock: "Here I thought this was going to be a dull evening. I do feel sorry for her. You know, she reminds me of her mother..."
Joanna: "She's stronger than Vivian."
Haverstock: "I mean, maybe. Vivian had a lot of flash, but underneath it all, she was... just a delicate flower."

Joanna marvels at him as he lights the cigarette of some other debuting child and turns back to her, eyebrows at full crazy.