Bunheads

Previously on Bunheads ...

I remember this song being much shorter.

Thank God she's back tomorrow.

Fanny extended her trip.

She's not coming back until next week.

- What?! - Still no Sasha today.

- I know, missing class. - Maybe she finally got in trouble.

- We thought you were in military school. - No, we didn't.

We just thought you got busted.

They gave you a credit card for being a jerk.

- What did I miss? - We're talking about Fanny's rules.

Oh, you tell her about walking on sand?

- She has rules for everything. - Swimming, piano lessons,

- reading... all fine. - No eating after sundown.

- Avoiding direct sunlight. - You know you can't even be a minute late

for class... Fanny's rule, not mine.

- Fanny's not here. - She's not here, but her class is,

her studio is and her rules sure as hell are.

Melanie: Another Saturday. Boned.

When are we ever going to have a weekend off?

When we're 40 and too old to enjoy it.

We have ballet all morning...

and then a fun-filled three-hour leadership conference at school.

I had to sit through that last year.

A million community leaders yammering on and on and on.

- Our community has leaders? - Just wait till you experience

Pete from Pete's pesticides and his take on punctuality.

It's inspiring.

- Hi, girls. - Hey.

Boo, what are those for?

They're for madame Fanny. It's a welcome-back bouquet.

What's wrong?

Those are freeway flowers.

- You can tell? - They're already turning brown.

And there are more daisies than roses. That's always a telltale sign.

And all this baby's breath screams "cheap."

Baby's breath is the curly parsley of the flower world.

Isn't it the thought that counts?

Remember Kate Hutchins? Little redhead?

She brought freeway flowers one year.

Fanny thanked her, put them in a vase,

then poor little Kate got pushed farther and farther

to the back of the class.

Till she was all the way out of the building.

- Then her parents sold their house. - In a really bad market.

- Hi, everybody. - Freeway flowers?

- Grocery store. - Oh.

What?

Bunheads 1x08 - Blank Up, It's Time Original air date August 6, 2012

Oh. Hi.

Well, hello there.

And how are you this fine day?

I'm good. I am very good.

I must say, I am nothing but good... and you?

- I'm good too. - Good!

I'm just grabbing some food.

My little kitchen is still not up and running.

It's not even up and limping.

Ah, damn. Out of cayenne pepper.

My eggs are nothing without cayenne pepper.

There must be more somewhere.

I have no idea.

I haven't cracked the secret storage system around here.

Yep, same as always.

Shoves the spices down behind the sandwich bags.

- Why? - Yeah, why?

- It's just awkward. - Very.

Do you know who in the hell I am?

- No. - I'm Michael.

You must have heard about me.

Only that you rode your boat ashore, hallelujah.

She said you were funny.

- And quick too... I like that. - We're talking Fanny, right?

Who else would we be talking about?

- So she's back? - She sure is.

Okay, catching up here.

Listen... join us for breakfast.

I always make three times what anybody could eat.

Oh, no, I couldn't... I mean, considering

where you're headed with that tray,

I don't think you want me around.

I'm setting us up in the dining room.

Oh, the dining room. Okay.

That's a terrific place to eat breakfast.

I just thought with the robe that you were heading

back to Fanny, and that she was still in bed,

and I was thinking, "what is this... kinky breakfast day?"

You know?

No, not really.

All three of us having breakfast in bed...

that queen-sized bed up there?

I'm not a prude. I mean, I've had breakfast

in all kinds of places... some kinky, some not.

Most of 'em not. I really don't have kinky breakfasts much.

- Good for you. - Doesn't get much less kinky

than this.

Have a good one.

You too.

Ginger Rogers was so glamorous.

It's like she's floating, not dancing.

Boo: She could talk too. She was funny.

They talked faster back then. It's funnier when it's faster.

And they would shoot a whole dance sequence in just one shot.

- No editing. - Oh, well, hello.

When did Mr. Scorsese get here?

- You know what I mean. - Because I want him to explain "Kundun" to me.

She's so beautiful too. She exudes sex.

- Yuck! - Sorry.

That's just what my mom says when she sees Matt Lauer.

Double yuck!

I used to think that actors in black and white movies

went home to black and white houses and lived in black and white worlds.

You sound like a sad Dr. Seuss.

Boo: Hey, look. I'm Ginger Rogers.

I thought I was Ginger Rogers.

We can both be Ginger Rogers... ( Gasps )

- Are you okay? - This is a rough business.

You know, Ginger Rogers did everything

that Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards.

And in high heels. Any other brilliant cliches

you'd like to hit us with today, Boo?

A penny saved is a penny earned?

It's not the heat, it's the humidity?

I didn't say I thought it up, Sasha.

So have you and Jordan rehearsed the Astaire/Rogers thing yet?

A little. We don't want to rehearse too much.

Trying to keep it fresh.

- Whoa. - Three whacks.

She's in a mood.

- Let's show 'em some. - You got it.

- Who needs rehearsal? - You don't.

- That was great, Jordan. - I know.

Fanny: Okay. Let's gather.

Quick, quick, everyone.

Welcome back, madame Fanny.

I'm never gone. I'm always here.

Yes, ma'am. So are we.

Okay, everybody listen up because we have a lot to catch up on.

As my veterans know, we are fast approaching show season.

- I love show season. - Shh!

Summer is our busiest time for performances.

We have our usuals coming up...

the regional mall tour at the end of July,

the strawberry festival.

The Ventura County arts fair will be an overnighter,

so I'm going to need some parents to tag along.

Then it's our Nutcracker at the end of August.

Why do we do our Nutcracker in August?

Costumes are half-off.

But our first performance of the season

is for the grand opening of Paradise Gourmet Foods,

and it's a biggie.

They're building a beautiful stage for us

and we're giving them a full ballet exhibition,

closing with the Astaire/Rogers dance.

Madame Fanny, what about the Arroyo Grande beach party?

Not happening this year.

Their arts council decided to go with an exhibition

by the Southern California cheerleading champs.

To each his own.

That can't be all.

Wait for it...

What the hell does cheerleading

have to do with art?!

And thar she blows.

If cheerleading is art, then so is yodeling

and plate-spinning.

If those morons at Arroyo Grande

want to see squatty girls with thick thighs

do their grotesque handstands and flimsy acrobatics,

then fine! Let 'em!

Their grand finale can be a chicken pecking out of tune

on a toy piano... that'll wow 'em!

Where was I?

You were talking about the Paradise Gourmet Food store opening.

Yes, that's in two weeks, and we have a lot of work to do.

Sasha, what happened here?

- What do you mean? - Turn around.

You have tan lines.

Yeah, I got a little sun.

I'm not happy about it.

Me neither. It hurts a little.

You know the rules about members of my class and the sun.

They are not to come in contact with each other.

It's hard to avoid sometimes.

Walking down the street, yes.

But clearly you were in the sun

in a bathing suit.

Now if I were training you for a career in radio,

that would be fine.

But dance is a visual medium, and it's show season!

I'm sorry.

Want to try that again?

I apologize. I'm very sorry.

- Boo? - Yes?

You're doing the Astaire/Rogers dance this year.

- What?! - But Sasha always does it.

She and Jordan are...

Places at the barre.

Fanny: First position.