[Dolores is setting George up for a conference roomful of collating.]
Collating is so Zen, so meditative. I suppose it's the rhythmic nature of repetition that frees the mind to think deep thoughts. It's like sweeping! Whoosh! Do you know where I'm coming from?
You'll be amazed to discover how much your busy-bee hands have accomplished!
No, they don't, do they? [grinning] But you know who does? You do. And you know what they say about idle hands?
[voiceover] They'll strangle the person who asked them to collate?
[Roxy gives everyone a balloon]
I'm guessing she had sex with a carnie.
Why do I need to have an occasion to spread the love?
Because you are an ornery bitch and you eat puppy dogs for breakfast.
(Daisy goes to the Point Grey Club to find her reap and stops at a table where she meets Mary Kate Hourihan.)
MKM. K. Hourihan
[To waiter] We'll have that dessert now, I think.
[To M. K.'s friend]: I'm so sorry to interrupt. That scarf is absolutely beautiful. Where did you get it, if you don't mind me asking?
JJoyce
It was a gift. My husband bought it for me in San Francisco.
MKMary Kate
As are you. What's your name, dear?
JJoyce
Do we know any Adairs?
MKMary Kate
Shawn Adair. But I don't think you're related to him. You're much too fresh and lovely and he is a little oily. Lebanese, I think. Anyway, uh, where were you raised, Daisy?
I am one of the Greenwich Adairs.
JJoyce
Greenwich, Connecticut?
[All laugh.]
JJoyce
I'm Joyce, and this is Sylvia...
JJoyce
... Jane and Mary Kate.
[A dessert trolley comes along their table and they all gasp.]
JJoyce
Ah! Bananas Foster. My favorite.
MKMary Kate
Joyce is turning 30. For the 31st year in a row.
JJoyce
Are you married, Daisy? I have a son.
I'm single, but I'm not really in the market. (Laughs)
MKMary Kate
Are you a lesbian? Sylvia has a daughter. (The waiter lights the dessert.) Oh, how exciting.
[Sylvia starts choking.]
JJoyce
That dessert is so evil. 800,000 calories a bite.
MKMary Kate
Oh please, it's not like it's going to kill you.
I believe your friend is choking on a sugar cookie.
[Joyce tries to help Sylvia and Daisy takes Mary Kate's soul. The waiter comes over to do the Heimlich and the cookie shoots out of her mouth onto Mary Kate. She throws her arms back only to catch herself on fire. Everyone gasps.]
JJoyce
Shit. Mary Kate's on fire.
[Sylvia throws her drink on Mary Kate, causing the flames to spread]
SSylvia
Ohh! My coffee was Irish!
