He responds to Shparkle that it was an open audition, and he can’t control who comes to try out. Seems reasonable to me. Heather says he has to tell Nikki to “stay away from us”. Shparkle then bursts out with “I run this show, I run the Eden Wood train. (Off the tracks, apparently). At the end of the day everybody is going to have to listen to what I say”. Andrew tries to respond, and Cutabitch cuts him off by screaming “let her get it out. She has to”. Is this a conversation or a trip to the toilet?
If only we could do this to the E-Team.
Shparkle continues that she’s “sick of the bulls-it”. Heather says Andrew is “selecting them over us”. Andrew finally gets a word in, and says she (presumably Nikki’s mother) “is a friend. Am I going to change that, no. I’m sorry. Can I separate friendship and business, absolutely”. He shares that his loyalty is to the business product in front of him. Like every other professional agent, manager and publicist. I’m not Andrew’s fan – and I totally think he’s on something or just cray-cray – but he has a point here, and it’s a valid one.
Unpersuaded, Cutabitch, now shrieking, asks “how can you have the f-cking BALLS“? The entire country wonders the same about you, you untalented hack!
Also, speaking of b-lls . . .
Andrew responds “that’s rude” and Shparkle says “maybe we don’t need to have the damned fashion show, maybe Eden and I just need to go back to Arkansas. (YES! YOU DO! NOW! I’LL BUY THE TICKET!) When you all just freakin’ grow up, I’ll be back. Until then, forget it”, and slams the door behind her as she leaves. She shares she’s “fed up” and hopes it “got through to him”.
Back at the home of the National Quilt Museum, Belle’s mother is continuing to criticize her while Belle rehearses. Mom says she needs “more face. You’re smiling too much and I need more oohs and aahs and eyebrows”.
Point taken, Mom.
Right after, Mom shares she tries not to be too competitive and make Belle nervous. Good job, Mom! Back to speaking at Belle, Mom says “you know this is a big pageant and a very very important pageant. You’re gonna shine?” Oh yes all trumped-up pageants with 6 contestants are very very important, Mom.
Over in NYC, Shparkle and Heather are in Andrew’s office, claiming he’s an hour late. I think they probably just can’t tell time or, in Shparkle’s case, too drunk to read her watch. Andrew arrives and says he was caught in traffic. Heather starts out in a surprisingly reasonable tone, but Shparkle interrupts her to shout that “it’s a f-cking bigger picture then you being late”. And good morning to you, too, sunshine. How many have you thrown back so far?
Jesh a few tiny ones. That Andrew, he’s a gittin in my craw!
Andrew says he has been working, and Shparkle cuts him off with “Oh my god I’m so pissed right now I can’t even think straight”. I assume she means “pissed” in the British way. . . Andrew asks what she’s talking about, and Heather says they heard “from very reputable sources that not only are you representing another pageant child, she’s getting our leftovers on all the work we’ve done”.
Shparkle continues yelling “Where’s your loyalty? Where’s your honesty? Where’s the trust I thought we had?” She shares that Andrew is “taking strategy Heather and I built (pimping your kid out for everything that comes down the pike isn’t a strategy) and putting Eden out there and making her the little pageant pioneer and somebody else is gonna come along and imitate that”. Back in the room, Shparkle goes on shouting “I have stood up for you. I have stood by you. I have defended you and you are f-cking my daughter’s career up”. (Career? CAREER?) Andrew – who either is actually shocked or a muchbetter actor that I thought – starts to say “What are you talking about? This is so not true” and seems genuinely hurt.