Unfortunately, Jonah gets delayed just outside Hunter's trailer by Courtney in her very own golf cart. Man, I'd love one of those. I'd just love to drive that to work every day. I'd gladly brave the sub-zero Chicago temperatures to putt-putt that thing all the way from Ravenswood to Evanston just so I could piss off every single commuter driver possible. Now, that's what I call fun, my friends. You can tell I'm easily amused.
So Courtney screeches up in the cart and asks Jonah if she can talk to him for a minute. "Um, look," Courtney begins unpromisingly. "I understand you might have a problem with some of my work, but I don't respond well to being humiliated in front of my co-workers." Okay, that wasn't so bad. She used some big words and managed to keep the tears under control. Jonah interrupts her to tell her that he thinks she's an amazing actress and that he sees something in her that no one else in the cast has. What, like big-ass hoop earrings and dark roots? Jonah gets into the cart and tells her that he wouldn't waste his time if he didn't think Courtney were special. Okay. I've heard this from asshole directors before and believe me, it's just not true. I believed it at the time, sure, because it made it that much easier to handle when they'd break up rehearsal in the middle of a scene screaming, "What are you doing? I MEAN, WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Assholes are assholes, people. And no manner of ego stroking will change that.
Hi. Welcome to my own personal problems with the acting world. And my friends wonder why I won't suck up to some tyrannical would-be directing genius for a mere ten bucks a show. THAT'S WHY. I'll make myself feel like shit, thank you very much. No need for you to handle that for me.
Meanwhile, back to the recap...Jonah delivers some blathery bullcrap about helping Courtney release her emotions to become a better actress. "I just thought you hated me," says Courtney, on the edge of wetting her cheeks once again with salty tears of self-loathing. "Quite the opposite," says Jonah. "I'm in love with what you do. I'm in love with your talent. And you have the talent of a hundred Meryl Streeps." Oh, for God's sake. Courtney's buying it, though, hook, line, and Titanic. "I love Meryl Streep," she gasps meaningfully. They look at each other, aglow in their mutual love of an actress with a penchant for obscure accents, and before you know it, they're macking out in the golf cart.