Cut to Kevin entering the soundstage with Joan the Scary Network Executive in tow. He walks over to Rob and hands him his triple tall latte. Joan tells Rob that she loves the Vertigo twist, that it's the perfect solution. She then says that they have a new mantra at the WB. "Oh, please don't say 'reality,'" Rob says, wincing. "Stunt casting," Joan informs him, handing him a sheet with the names of all the stars they'd like to see make an appearance on Grosse Pointe. "And the donuts are...?" she queries. Rob points her in the direction of the food area, and she walks away. Kevin, who once again has been lurking nearby, approaches Rob and starts to talk to him about this whole Vertigo storyline-stealing thing that Rob's done, but Rob cuts him off by reading from the list of celebrities. "Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, Julia Roberts...are they insane?" he says, laughing. "Um, not Julia, from what I hear," stutters Kevin. Heh. "Okay, yeah, Madonna?" Rob continues. "I'm sure she'd love to guest star on Grosse Pointe." "Yeah, right," says Kevin, chortling stupidly. "She's the new home-ec teacher who teaches the girls how to make bras out of ice cream cones." Rob glares at him. "Thanks, Kevin. That's just what I need right now." Rob goes on to say that you need to be friends with celebrities like these in order to pull in favors. And this is where Kevin opens his big fucking mouth yet again. "Marcy does yoga with Sarah Michelle Gellar," he unwisely states. "You serious?" says Rob as he gets that look on his face again, the look that says he's up to absolutely no good and requires some carbo-laden nourishment to facilitate his evil plan. "Go get me a cranberry muffin," he instructs Kevin, pursing his lips in heinous concentration.
Out on the lot, Marcy bursts out of her trailer, followed by Rob. She tells Rob that a shared yoga class doesn't make her and SMG the best of friends. I'm fairly concerned for Schmarce's well-being at the moment, as she appears to have a large furry growth on her neck. What kind of fashion statement is this? "I borrowed that great white fur t-neck coat that Rene Russo wore in The Thomas Crown Affair and somehow misplaced the entire thing, save for the t-neck part"? It doesn't even go with the rest of her outfit! It looks like she's trying to cover up a hideous hickey or something. I can't figure it out, and it's totally distracting me during this scene. Basically, Rob's trying to force Schmarce to ask SMG to be on the show. Schmarce thinks this all has something to do with the fact that Clueless doesn't want to do scenes with her anymore. Rob assures her that this isn't the case. "Then what part would she play?" Schmarce whines. "Good girl. Bad girl. Whatever she wants. Marcy, it's sweeps. We just need a celebrity with a big fan base." Schmarce, whose exposed cleavage and rib cage are most certainly getting chilly because the furry feather boa thing extends no further than her collar bone, stomps off in an exasperated huff.