Hey, over in New Zealand, Robitussin is recommended by "Dr. Mum." That's so great.
Romy throws her coat over a midriff-bearing tee. "Twenty-Five Inspirational Stories of People Who Started Their Own Successful Businesses From Scratch," she reads, "ooh, catchy title." Sarah tells her she hasn't been inspired, "not even once," and runs down her list of business ideas: from a coffee shop-cum-dating service to a gourmet food delivery service for pets, they all stink. ["And Manhattan already has both of those in spades." -- Sars] Platypus pulls a face at each one, and Sarah tells her she has to be positive. "I just paid this guy four hundred dollars!" she whines. "Then let him give you an idea," Platypus suggests and grabs her bag. Sarah asks why she's going to the theatre if they can't pay her. "Can't fault a girl for being dedicated, right?" she quips. No, but you can fault a girl for still not having a paying job. For the eight hundredth time: how the hell does she pay for stuff like rent and food?? Sarah grabs her arm and offers up one more idea: "Ooh, online greeting cards you personalize yourself and print out!" Um, Sarah, it's been done about ten times over. Wait, I've got it, why don't you start a company that shows people how to get a clue? Then you can go on television saying, "I'm not only the president of Get a Clue Anonymous, I'm also a client."