Episode One here.
[Very late at night. Somewhere on Lafayette Avenue. In Brooklyn.]
Reggie: I don't know what else I could have done. I don't know what else he could possibly have expected from me. I out-danced everyone in the room. Sure, maybe my body-type is not perfect but I have a soul and a damn good tail. Did you see how well I did that square around-the-face port de tail ? And I know how to excite the audience —
Reilly: Calm down, calm down. RATmansky made you the understudy for three roles including mine. Don't worry, at some point during the run, you'll make it on stage. Just be grateful you won't have to pick up Pinkiphant.
Reggie: You mean "Angelina" the ballerina?
Reilly: Did you see the gut on her?
Reggie: She smiled at me. Oh, those lips. I'd love to dance with her. But you're the one who will be her dansewer in The Nutcracker. And by the way, I really did not appreciate the way you cut in front of me at the audition while we were going across the floor on the diagonal.
Reilly: I didn't cut in front of you.
Reggie: Yes, you most certainly did. Right as I was in the middle – directly in front of RATmansky – you cut in front of me. When he called out "double tour to the floor, play dead" you were right in front of me and all he saw was you. I'm so disappointed that you – my oldest friend – would cut in front of me like that and kill my chances to rise to the level of stardom in The Nutcracker.
Reilly: Listen, it was all an accident. Accidents happen. Sometimes bad things happen but we get over them and move on. Come on. I'm hungry.
Reggie: You're right. Sometimes bad things happen – and we get eev-over them. Here – have some peanut butter.
Reilly: It smells kind of funny.
Reggie: Take it. It's fine.
Reilly Uh. Regg? No, thanks.
Reggie: I said, "TAKE IT." NOW! BEFORE I SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT! Hey, where are you going?! You come back here you lying, bloated rodent . . . .
Editor's note: September 14th can't get here quickly enough.
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