(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!
[At Der Waffle Haus.]
Georgia! Are you wearing a fragrance this morning?
It's orange juice. I hate the bus.
Public transportation is the great equalizer.
I don't wanna be equal. Fuck equal.
What about a bicycle? I once had Dorothy's original bike from The Wizard of Oz. I knew someone from the props department.
Don't you mean you blew somebody in the props department?
Knew, blew, tomato, tomahto. Once baby Judy died, I didn't want to ride it anymore, so I sold at an auction.
Speakin' of death, let's get to work. (Hands out post-its.)
[George is at Happy Time discussing her new job.]
I'm not certain I'm understanding you, Millie. You've already contacted the employer--
Uh, I didn't. Um, Josh called them.
Who is Jo- never mind. What did the employer say?
He said, 'Yes, I'm hired.' I didn't do anything. Josh did everything.
Does Josh know you're a valued employee of Happy Time?
That's very nice of you, Dolores, but I thought I'd just look for something a little more 'living wage-ish'. Like, I wanna buy a bike.
Well, I wanna ride in the Kentucky Derby, but you don't see me in racing silks, do you? Tsk. Well, when do they want you to begin?
Tomorrow?! Aha. Interesting. Well, G. F. Y... Good for you! Looks like I've got a going away party to organize. Excuse me.
[voiceover] G. F. M. Good for me!
[George is sitting out of her going away party and Stephanie walks up to her and whispers something]
SStephanie
It's no big deal. It's just a little tab you put on your tongue.
You know, I feel my current reality is altered enough.
[Stephanie nods]
[Stephanie hugs George making George feel violated]
SStephanie
Let's look out for each other today, okay?
[George walks into an office to find Stephanie hiding]
[voiceover] It turns out that certain remarks like, 'Let's look out for each other,' which seemed casual and meaningless had a special significance here at Happy Time.
[Stephanie is under a desk rummaging through trash.]
SStephanie
Fuck. I can't find it. I can't find it.
SStephanie
I can't- I can't find it.
SStephanie
Blue! Red's taken it over!
SStephanie
Red's been attacking all the colors! We gotta stop it!
SStephanie
Yellow's next. It doesn't stand a chance! Poor yellow.
Why don't we go for a walk?
SStephanie
Nope! No walking!
I'm going to call the Color Police. [She picks up the phone] I'd like to report a color crime in progress. [To Stephanie] I'm on hold.
CClancy
Maybe we should split up.
Fine! Fine, you walk away but you better find yourself one hell of a lawyer.
CClancy
Split up to find the dog!
[after a beat] Oh, that's a good idea.
[Rube passes out self-evaluation forms to the reapers]
Mason, please write legibly. There were complaints last year.
Well, that's ridiculous. I always had high marks for penmanship.
Seriously, I saw the thing. You write like you speak. I could barely understand a word.
Oh, you know what? In all honesty, I was, like, on something when I filled out my form last year.
Are you on something tonight?
[grinning] Well, a little bit.
[Rube walks over to Mason and George sneaks a peak at Rube's post-it.]
[To Rube] It's 3851 Beatrice Lane!
That's my old house! That's where my family is!
It's not your post-it. There are rules, Georgia.
What is going to happen in my driveway?
It's not your driveway anymore.
I do. It's not your driveway anyway.
Well, then. I'm coming with you.
That's not going to happen.
Someone dies, at my house, and you don't tell me about it?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
[Talking about Rube's flashbacks of George]
You have a problem with me?
Yes, ma'am, I do. And one thing you should know about me by now, I am a problem solver.
How do I put this delicately?
[To the test-takers] Does this concern you? [To George] Try and choose your words carefully.
[George nods and is very angry.]
[George walks away.]
