Fuggy Rossum

MEREDITH: Well, hello, Emmy, it’s lovely to see you.

EMMY: You too, except… aren’t you… We ARE attending the same event, right? Are you maybe a little underdressed?

MEREDITH: Well, I don’t know about that, I think I look smart-casually chic, actually.

EMMY: How nice for you.

MEREDITH: Listen, honey, I’m in news. I like looking clean and smart. I don’t need to look like Princess Gumdrop of Sugartown.

EMMY: Thank you!

MEREDITH: That wasn’t a compliment. Tell me: Are you in costume as Glinda the Good Witch?

EMMY: No, I…

MEREDITH: Are you at the Oscars? The prom? A coronation?

EMMY: No. But I AM at a gala. You can’t overdress for anything that calls itself a gala.

MEREDITH: Oh, but you’re trying as hard as you can! Man, I wish someone would drop a house on that dress.

EMMY: Actually, that wasn’t Glinda, that was…

MEREDITH: Can it, Peaches. You get the point. Are we done here?

EMMY: Buy my album!

MEREDITH: Yep… we’re SO done here.