[Lindsay tries to cry.]
Michael: Seriously, you’re going to pull a muscle.
Lindsay: I used to be able to do this.
[Lindsay tries to cry.]
Michael: Seriously, you’re going to pull a muscle.
Lindsay: I used to be able to do this.
Michael: Did I just wake you up? I didn’t even know you were home.
Lindsay: No, Michael, I don’t just sleep all day.
Narrator: Actually, Lindsay was so upset at Michael that she tried meditating to calm herself but ended up taking a two-hour angry nap.
Phillip Litt: Okay, everybody, gather around, gather around. Ladies, here’s the deal. We have hats. You have breasts. You show your breasts, you get a hat, okay? So, if anybody wants to get back at daddy, now’s the time.
Wait - Cut, cut, cut. We’ve got a surfboard in the shot.
Girls with Low Self-Esteem Crew Member: Surfboard; stop tape.
Narrator: Lindsay, meanwhile, was having trouble…
Lindsay: …great body.
Narrator: finding her homeless man.
Lindsay: He looked like a movie star.
Narrator: In fact, the man looked like a movie star because he was a movie star.
His name was Tom Jane, and he was making two movies for a major studio. One was a gritty personal project about a junkie’s life, which he only got to do in exchange for making a rigidly formulaic popcorn movie. He was living on the streets researching his role.
Lindsay: In any event, your punishment is over. Come on, Maeby. Let’s go.
Lucille: She’s not going anywhere. We’re having fun. Here, Maeby, try this on.
Lindsay: I see. Fine. I was going to take her out for ice cream, but if you’d rather stay here, well, that’s just fine with me.
Maeby: Well, we can go get some ice cream, Gangee. That would be fun, right?
Lucille: I don’t think so. That chubby little wrist of yours is testing the tensile strength of this bracelet as it is.