JOE(closing his eyes, defeated):
“Sarah, for the love of God. Stop talking.”
?? TIFFANY & BRENT
Tiffany is still wearing her faux-fur coat, even though it’s easily 70 degrees in the confessional booth.
Brent is off-screen playing Candy Crush (the music is unmistakable).
TIFFANY(tight, furious smile):
“Eighth place. Eighth. That is clearly a math error.”
(Pause, then her smile sharpens)
“And anyway, let’s talk about what really matters. Did you see Sloane’s boots? Who wears stilettos in the snow? It’s so… provincial. She tries way too hard. If she’d spent less time picking out shoes and more time picking a stable partner in the last ten years, she wouldn’t be here humiliating herself on TV.”
BRENT(without looking up):
“Level completed!”
Tiffany elbows him in the ribs.
TIFFANY:
“Brent, pretend you’re outraged!”
?? SILAS & DAISY
Daisy is literally vibrating in her seat. She still has a smear of marshmallow on her cheek and stars in her eyes.
Silas sits beside her, arms crossed, wearing the expression of a man who has accepted his fate.
DAISY(screaming with joy):
“WE WON THE KITCHEN! Did you see that?!”
(Grabs Silas’s face and squishes his cheeks)
“Admit it, Doctor! Without me you’d still be trying to glue furniture together with spit! I’m your lucky charm!”
SILAS(gently removing her hands, but the corner of his mouth twitches):
“You’re a public menace, Daisy. I feared for my life three times today.”
DAISY(completely ignoring him, leaning into the camera to blow kisses):
“And this is for little Sophie! Hi baby! Daddy’s okay, he wasn’t eaten by bears, and he ate his vegetables! We loooove you!”
Silas develops a small eye twitch at the mention of his daughter—a mix of embarrassment and deep affection he tries (and fails) to hide with a cough.
?? CHAD & KIKI
Kiki is crying—carefully, so the mascara doesn’t run.
Chad angrily drinks a protein shake.
KIKI:
