Sarah is telling Scraggle that she looked up Mitchell Shane "on the 'net" and found out that he is huge. Scraggle interrupts and says he knows who Mitchell Shane is. Sarah asks him why he isn't more excited for her, and Scraggle says that he thought she was going to stay away from those guys. "Well, that's before I knew they were for real," Sarah insists, while thrusting her dinners out in order to show us that she is wearing her tightest shirt of the show to date. "So now it's okay to hang out with the Mob as long as you get something out of them? Worked for Sinatra," Scraggle sniffs in derision. Sarah tells him it's "so racist" to assume that just because they are Italian, they are connected to the Mob. Scraggle asks her how many people she knows who are actually named Bo-Bo and Mouth. "Ha!" Sarah jabs a finger at him, "Girl in my high school nicknamed 'Mouth.' She wasn't in the Mob." I'm not even going to comment on that one. Scraggle tells Sarah that Anthony Rizzoli is interested in more than her voice: "I've seen the way he looks at you." Sarah retorts, "I've seen the way you look at me." First of all, rude. Second, ego trip much, Sarah? Scraggle shoots back at her, "My point. Same look." Sarah takes offense: "So you're saying that I'm not talented enough for someone to --" (Yes, that's what we're saying.) Scraggle interrupts her, saying it's not hard to pull the name Mitchell Shane from the back of a CD, and that she is just setting herself up: "He promised you a gig in a club, he gave you a clam house. I'm just saying that it's possible the guy is full of crap." Sarah glares at Scraggle but thankfully is at a loss for words.
Romy is at her soap filming. The director is directing. Romy gets disappointed that she doesn't get to run through all her lines at this time.
At Mitchell Shane's studio, some band is recording -- they are actually singing the theme song to Time of Your Life, and an anvil lands squarely on my head. Anthony introduces Sarah to Mitchell, who apologizes, "The Candy Butchers are running way over here, but I pulled some tunes I want you to take a look at. Now if there is anything you want to bring me, make a list, we'll talk about it. I'm thinking we'll need five solid picks for your tape. We'll hook up tomorrow night and get you into the tank next week." Sarah is speechless and Tony asks her if she's okay or "should I call 911?" Sarah is breathless and glowing. Is it pathetic that I felt the thirty seconds "Mitchell Shane" was on contained some of the best acting I have seen in this show?
Back on Platypus's soap, Platypus and a heavy-set woman are noshing. A production assistant comes by and gives Platypus her pages for the next day. Platypus grins through her mouthful of food and walks away. The production assistant tells the heavy-set woman (Miss Lucas) that he loved her rewrite of the aneurysm scene. Miss Lucas says, "You can pry your lips off my ass now, David, because we're not giving you a script." (Wow, how do you really feel about it?) Platypus comes sidling back: "Excuse me, you're one of the writers?" Miss Lucas introduces herself, "That's right, Karen Lucas. Oh, really good work on your scene." Platypus thanks her and tells her that she's on the call-back list, but that her scene has been cut. Karen contradicts her and shows her on the script, "See, right here: 'Valerie.'" Platypus explains that she is Nurse Number Two, to which Karen asks her if she reads the stage directions. Platypus tells her that she never reads the stage directions. "Oh, right. Actress," Karen says, and then points out that they gave her character a name, and Platypus almost swoons: "My character got a name?" Karen says that they "did some retooling. You know, we thought that maybe the old man should pull through and then think that you're his first wife." Platypus repeats, "And so I got a name?" (Excuse me, but what is she not understanding here?) Karen says, "Yeah, you know I think we can milk two, maybe three, weeks out of it and then kill him off with a heart attack, during sex. You know, get some good stuff." Platypus cannot believe her good fortune: "'Two, maybe three, weeks'?" Karen, who is increasingly reminding me of Rosie O'Donnell, backs away and says, "Yes! Okay, I have some rewrites, so . . . good work!" and leaves Platypus to muse over her new name. "Valerie!" she intones dramatically.