Bee Fuggie

JERRY: Don’t worry about a THING, Renee, it’s all going to be FINE. Just keep smiling.

RENEE: Wait, what?

JERRY: I’m not gonna lie to you, it doesn’t look good.

RENEE: You don’t like it? Damn, that is cold. I thought it…

JERRY: It’s not a matter of opinion. It’s empirically awful. But smile through the pain and the night will be over soon.

RENEE: It’s that bad, huh?

JERRY: Worse! It’s NEWMAN bad.

RENEE: Oh, God, I had no idea. I could’ve sworn this was flattering.

JERRY: Not even a little! You were SO wrong!

RENEE: I guess I’ll send it back then.

JERRY: Wait, that thing is a WIG?

RENEE: No, it’s by… hang on. Wig? You’re not talking about my dress?

JERRY: Hell no! Although come to think of it, the top DOES look a little prickly. But, no, I was talking about your hair. It’s a nightmare!

RENEE: Well thank you, Jerry.

JERRY: It’s like a giant crab climbed out of your bowl cut and has your head in its claws! WHAT is the DEAL with THAT?

RENEE: Ah, that old chestnut. You couldn’t resist, huh?

JERRY: Renee… have you SEEN those NBeeC TV juniors spots I did? I can’t resist ANYTHING any more.