Crud-its.

Scraggle and Mollie walk into his apartment as Mollie reads a rental application: "Credit history, yikes!" Scraggle tells her to make something up because he's sure the landlord won't check. While Scraggle looks for a pen, Mollie asks if he's sure the apartment isn't being shown to anyone else. Scraggle waves his hand and implies that what really matters is to look like she's prepared to take care of "the parakeet." Okay, now we get it, she's trying to get a house-sitting apartment. Nice of them to explain that to us. Mollie giggles and says, "Just as long as it doesn't say things like 'bite me' when I bring a gentleman caller around." "Gentleman caller"? Again I ask, what's with the fifties motif? Jeez, she's from Oregon, not Georgia. Scraggle looks at her intently and asks if she's planning on having lots of visitors. "Because I should point out that my apartment is directly underneath yours, I can hear everything." Mollie giggles again, "Probably just my tap partner, but you'd be okay with that, wouldn't you Maguire?" Scraggle flirts back and strikes another blow for tolerance, saying, "That depends, what percentage of tap dancers are straight, would you say?" Mollie laughs because all tap dancers, male or female, are gay of course. Including Gregory Hines. Mollie asks what sounds she's likely to hear emanating from Scraggle's apartment. Scraggle gets all serious-like and says, "Oh not much, just some music." Yeah, and when exactly was the last time Scraggle picked up his guitar? Mollie teases some more, "No girlish laughter? No squeaky bedsprings?" Scraggle says, "Didn't Romy tell you? I'm studying for the priesthood." Mollie tells him she could fix that. "I'll bet you could," Scraggle says intently. Yuck. Have I mentioned that Mollie looks like Sandy Duncan's twin?