Episode Report Card Wing Chun: A- | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Risk
By Wing Chun | Season 3 | Episode 13 | Aired on 2007.11.05
Cut to: Sullivan's office. He's on the phone when Celia enters with a baseball bat and starts smashing up the place -- starting with knickknacks and moving on to his glass desktop and windows and the glass case over the miniature model of Majestic. By the time a bunch of staffers have gathered in the doorway, Celia takes the opportunity to tell Sullivan she hopes, for Nancy's sake, that he used a condom: "God forbid that you should replicate." She ends by smashing Sullivan's glass desktop, smugly tossing him the bat (at which he flinches, naturally), and sauntering out. See? Compared to that, whatever Nancy's got barely qualifies as white pique.
Grow house. Celia roars up in her car and finds Conrad tweaking something electrical outside, babbling to him that she wants to be on the team, and "one of the cool kids." He tries to tell her that her role on the team is to collect her rent every month, but Celia's still on a high from her confrontation with Sullivan and wants to do something a little more interesting. Conrad quickly groks that there's no point arguing with her in this moment and promises that he'll think of something for her to do. Until then, he hands her a pair of pliers, and she considers them for a second, chirping, "I'm helping, Daddy! Aren't I? [crazy-lady laugh]" Conrad looks duly alarmed. Maybe her first job should be to "test" some of the product.
At his office, Sullivan's sifting through the wreckage on his floor when Tara enters. He bitches at her for being so late, and says he really needs to smoke out. Looking around, she replies that he must, and puts the pipe in his mouth and lights it for him, asking what happened there. He distractedly says that it was a sign that he needs to move on to his next "shitty, prefab Jesus town." Tara mildly chides him for taking the Lord's suburban developments in vain like that, and says she'll be sorry to see him go, since he's one of her best customers. Sullivan tells her she could come with him, though the come-on is pretty half-assed -- seems like a reflex, really. She declines, saying she likes the shitty, prefab Jesus town, and teeters out of there on her too-high heels. They'll just always look like they're playing dress-up to me, those Olsens. (I realize that when I write that, I just sound old, but I don't care. They should get their hair out of their faces, too.)