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| Jenny Delich. |
Jenny auditions to be a go go dancer at Infusion...
MRS. GO GO BOSS LADY - Let's see what you can do.
JENNY - **does a slutty version of pattycake** Well, what do you think?
MRS. GO GO BOSS LADY - - You're a San Francisco 5, but the exposure your television program can give us bumps you up to a San Francisco 5.2, which is our minimum. Welcome aboard.
JENNY - Hell yeah. **takes ferocious bite of meatball sub**
MRS. GO GO BOSS LADY - Keep eating those, and you'll be a San Francisco 2.
HOMELESS WOMAN OBSERVING - I've been told I'm a San Francisco 3.
JENNY - **throws sub in garbage**
Back at the house...
JENNY - I've found a way to avoid the inevitable foreclosure going on a reality show with a low budget was sure to cause.
BRIAN - Sandwich Artist?
JENNY - No, stupid. Go go dancer.
BRIAN - I am uncomfortable with you dancing within an establishment for profit.
JENNY - You want to pay my mortgage?
BRIAN - Let's find you a flattering pair of fishnets.
Arielle directs her full-length feature film...
ARIELLE - **sits in directors chair with bullhorn** Cut! Cut! And we're rolling! And scene! That's a wrap!
SEMI-PROFESSIONAL FILM WORKER - Uh, I thought I should tell you that nobody in the film business has used those terms since 1929.
ARIELLE - Who's the director of this $500 slasher flick filmed at a rented room at the Y, huh? Who?
SEMI-PROFESSIONAL FILM WORKER - You, ma'am.
ARIELLE - Ma'am was my mother. Now fetch me a meal from craft services.
SEMI-PROFESSIONAL FILM WORKER - **hands her two Combos from his pocket** This is all I got.
ARIELLE - Ugh. **throws Combos, they stick in fake blood made of ketchup**
In the kitchen...
BRIAN - The way you were doing a slutty version of the sprinkler on stage was disgraceful.
JENNY - I'm not going to engage with you.
JAY - Leave her alone, bro.
BRIAN - You guys need to understand. I invested my spirit within her medulla oblongata, with which she has toyed and manipulated in a cunning manner.
CORY - Huh?
THOMAS - I second that Huh.
BRIAN - None of you would last a day in Kansas City, bastion of thought and culture.
At the winery...
THOMAS - Fuck fuck fuckity fuckity foo!
JENNY - Maybe you should adjust your language to fit the setting.
THOMAS - How is this any different from a club? ELITIST!
JAMIE - Or perhaps just erase the word "fuckity" from your vocabulary.
THOMAS - Don't tell me what to do! **passes out**
JENNY - Crisp and intoxicating rosé, Miss. **tips her hat**
At the club...
BIANCA RANDO - **to Cory** C'mere!
CORY - I don't think so. All you really want is the cameras!
BIANCA RANDO - **to Brian** C'mere!
BRIAN - Ok. **they make out**
CORY - **in the car**You're so pathetic! Bianca wanted ME first.
BRIAN - True. But once she talked to me she decided she liked me.
CORY - I slammed your girl after two days!
BRIAN - I told you I'm ok with that. I've learned to move on.
CORY - You're dumb and have weird pecs!
BRIAN -You're entitled to your opinion.
CORY - What did you say to me?
THOMAS - Shh, calm down. You're 100% right, though. Reasonable and correct.
BRIAN - Frankly, you're letting the child within you escape and effect your behavior, but it happens to the best of us.
CORY - Aw hale naw! **attacks him**
To be continued...
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