"You, Celia," Nancy says, pushing her back, "Are not quiet. Not calm." Celia nods, she knows these things, she agrees: "You are so terribly, miserably thoroughly, unhappy that if I pricked your finger, you'd bleed a fucking raincloud." Celia leans forward and asks, not quite conspiratorially, whether it's Andy's baby.
Cut to Celia, and her luggage, being thrown onto the lawn, by a spirited Ignacio; and pull further back, to Roy Till watching the house still, holding a 2005 photo of himself as Swayze and his dead "partner" dressed as a terrifying Jennifer Grey, with "Very Dirty Dancing!" scrawled across the bottom, and then he says something so unutterably retarded, writing of such badness that I can't even believe it, and refuse to recap it. Fucking try harder. That shit shouldn't have made it out of the first draft, and maybe the only reason it did is it got lost in the 75 other lead balloons this script keeps sending up.
Here's one now, a mean Asian lady showing Silas and Doug a drycleaners that they hope to rent for their pot club, once they -- as Doug says -- "Jew these folks down." Silas likes it, and says he'll take it, and responds to her question that it will be a Compassionate Care Club. She's like, "Oh. Gym for fat ladies?" and he shakes his head, because no. Medical marijuana. She starts freaking out about how the Feds will take away her building, and Doug responds that she eats dogs, and she tells him to "Get the fuck out," calling him an "asswhore," and Silas thinks about that but doesn't reply.
(I sure am glad they didn't rent that space! I'd hate to see one more empty stereotype that exists solely for cheap laughs on a show that once prided itself on skewering stereotypes and now just seems to enjoy them. That would really suck. Maybe Clinique can come be a fat-assed illiterate black whore on the corner outside the chinky old bitch's drycleaning service and she can say everything with the "izzle" in it while the old bitch keeps replacing her /r/ and /l/ phonemes and calling assholes asswhores and actual ass whores, like Clinique, she can call them assholes. Or Clinique could turn that faggot bottom babydaddy out, and he could be both! He'd love it, too, you know, because he craves having all kinds of things in his rectum, almost as much as he loves talking about it. That would be so fucking funny, I'd really get a kick out of it. And oh, so edgy.