Flipped

We'll install the subway tile backsplash... super classy...

Tear out your sad pantry

to make room for the second dishwasher...

Your wife is gonna love that...

And then to incorporate your new kitchen island,

we're gonna have to blast out this wall... ka-blam!

And then we'll replace these really outdated fixtures

with brushed Italian brass throughout.

Now, I could have a demo crew to your house by...

Ooh, looks like early as Wednesday.

Does 8:00 a.m. work for you?

Look, like I said, I just need a faucet.

- I don't need... - Oh, listen, Scott.

- It's Dave. - I jumped through so many hoops

to do this for you.

And I hate to be the one to break it to you,

but your problems run a lot deeper than a faucet.

So, let's not be stupid here, okay?

Are you calling me stupid?

Not at all. I'm just begging you not to be stupid.

Cricket?

I don't want to hear it, Terry. I don't want to hear it, okay?

You want a closer, you got to just back up and let me do my job.

Fine. Write me up again.

I can't. I've told you before

about being rude and abrasive to customers.

You've maxed out your reprimands,

your suspensions without pay.

I'm-I'm out of tools.

- Terry... - Mm-mm.

Oh, come on, man!

I'm gonna need you to turn in your tag.

Fine.

The real one.

Fine.

But please give Wanda my position as senior design executive.

'Cause she deserves it.

I cannot do that, because you made up that title,

and then you wrote it on a name tag.

Then I'll help you out. Wanda, you just got promoted!

- You go, girl! - What?

Y-You're not promoted, Wanda.

- Okay. - (TERRY SIGHS)

Wha...?

Why you walking so funny?

No, Cricket, don't!

Okay, you made your point. No!

Cricket!

Real mature, Cricket. I feel like you

made the point with the first one...

What?!

No, no, no.

Thomas, this is a song about a boy who is literally on fire!

You sound like a boy who's, like,

choosing toppings for your froyo.

Okay, now, show me engulfing.

Come on, five, six, seven, eight.

Come on, you call that engulfing?!

What part of Guys and Dolls is this?

Please forget Guys and Dolls, you little dummy!

I wrote you an original musical!

A world premiere on your school stage!

You're welcome. (GROANS)

God, now writhe!

Come on, all you flames, get in here!

Come on, get in here!

Faster, faster! More energy!

Burn him!

Can I speak with you?

It's art.

It is a lawsuit waiting to happen.

We're pulling the plug on Children of the Fire.

I wrote Children of the Fire specifically for these students.

I know, Jann.

But the school board does not think

Children of the Fire is appropriate for 12 and 13-year-olds.

Actual 12 and 13-year-olds died in that factory fire.

So, what could be more appropriate?

The school board also thinks

they need to go in another direction creatively.

So, what? I'm back to directing Guys and Dolls?

No, you are not directing anything.

Et tu, Doug?

Et tu?

Okay.

Okay, company.

Rehearsals are done for today.

He inferred that my choreography...

was inappropriate and abusive.

I mean, no, Doug.

Abusive is making those kids

do fucking Guys and fucking Dolls for the 18th time.

Well, yeah, I mean...

Those idiots,