Party over, whoops, out of time
Yay! It's my TV boyfriend Scott "Bailey" Wolf and his movie boyfriend (er, spoiler?) Jay Mohr, talking fast either because he's a low-level drug dealer playing a smarmy role or he's late for the open casting call for Action. Run, Jay! This show could be your big break. More O.J. concentrate, as Bailey (or, for the purposes of this film, "Gailey") smiles apologetically at Sarah while Jay ACTS UP into a cell phone, "What do you mean he's snowed in?" Gailey asks if "the British guy" still works there (he means Simon! Simon from Go!) , and upon finding out he's taken off for Vegas, Jay decides that Ronna appears strung out enough to know people on the inside. He tells her that they're going to this party -- Gailey produces a card from his pocket with a cartoon Santa reading "Mary X-mas Super Fest" -- and tells her that they're having a pre-party and promised twenty hits of some kind of drug something. Sarah takes a number and tells them she'll see what she can do. Sigh. Hi, Bailey.
Sarah counts cash in the passenger seat of New Boy's car, Katie warning from the back, "You know Simon's in Vegas." Sarah responds that she's going to go directly to "Todd," and New Boy clarifies, "Todd Gaines?" That's Simon (from Go's) dealer, and New Boy tells her that it's "an evolutionary leap," and to go directly to his dealer would be "moving up the drug food chain without permission." Sarah tells them both to "chill the fuck out" (as if some WB-sanctioned permutation of that line weren't already hurled in Katie's direction on a fairly consistent basis), and that they'll go back to overpaying Simon when he gets back to town. The Debased Drum Samples Of Debased Teens Who Just Say Yes ring through the Los Angeles night.