Dinner With the Supermodel
Syrinx: There! You should be on the Treehouse network now.
Lacrimosa: I suppose I must be, though it's so slow, it's nearly impossible to tell.
Lacrimosa: Well, I'm sure decent wireless technology will find its way to Colorado eventually, sweetheart. I wouldn't worry. I mean, I assume running water has, right?
Lacrimosa: So, I guess I'll go unpack my things and settle into your "guest room".
Syrinx: Aren't you hungry? Hana made up some dinner, just for you.
Lacrimosa: Well, I suppose. So long as you promise me that dinner is not the reason there are no fish in this tank.
Syrinx: ... and so I said, "Well, officer, she had both of her wings on when we left."
Hana and Salem: (laughter)
Lacrimosa: Girl. Hana is it? You make me nervous. Hard to trust the work of a cook who won't eat her own food.
Salem: She's too nervous to eat. She's afraid you won't like her tacos.
Hana: Thanks, Salem. Thanks a lot.
Salem: Just sayin (murfle) nervous (chew, chew, chew) supermodel....
Syrinx: Salem, for crying out loud. Don't talk with your mouth full. And you apolgize to Hana right this second.
Salem: Sorry, Hana.
Lacrimosa: Well, as lovely as it's been to watch this little slice of Colorado family life, there is just not enough wine to get me through this meal. I think I will retire now. Please, don't let my leaving disturb your charming family squabble. Good night.
Lacrimosa: ...hick, redneck, freaks. Seriously, Murray. Remind me to fire you for this when I get back.
Lacrimosa: Assuming I'm not killed by charging buffalo or some Indians or something while I'm out here in the Wild freakin West.
Lacrimosa: What kind of manager sends his number one model to a place like this, Murray? I've stayed in nicer Motel Sixes.
Lacrimosa: These surgeons had better be phenomenal to be worth all of this. PHE - NOMENAL, Murray. Do you hear me? Murray? Hello? He hung up on me!!