Max: "Hey, did somebody mention me and then I just showed up right here in your offices? That's how this show works now."
Serena: "That's crazy! Max, we were just talking about you and then you showed up at random. Diana, this is Max, the young man I almost butchered on a bloody altar for you."
Diana: "Serena what the f... Fine, screw it. Hey, Max."
Max: "I'm just looking for my ex-girlfriend to give her her stuff back, and also interview with a chef, and also take Serena to coffee and hope that she doesn't end up giving me tainted coke or getting me eaten by wolves or kidnapped to Eastern Europe."
Diana, curiouser and curiouser: "I see that your name is Max, and therefore you must hold the key to Ivy's real personality because nobody else has ever been named Max before in a city full of a billion people. Therefore, I will invite you and Serena to go to Sleep No More."
Serena: "How come?"
Diana: "Don't worry about it, it won't make any sense when it happens anyway."

SLEEP NO MORE

Theatre People: The worst kind of people. We don't need to overlabor the point, but if you ever wanted to go on theatre people safari, Sleep No More is your chance. Imagine infinite Elizabeth Hurleys wearing infinite old-timey outfits doing infinite flourishes in your face with all manner of makeup, making infinite faces at you. Congratulations, you just paid a bajillion dollars to go swimming in that snakepit.