as far as I remember, no, but that’d do it. It’s a trip listening to my dad hold onto his neutral professional voice while talking to his more country relatives. I don’t know how he manages, I slide back and forth just talking to my coworkers.

also SO I FOUND the script and it’s cracking me up. it would be wrong to keep this to myself. (and I found another one that’s demanding to be a one-shot story now, so that’s what I’m doing this weekend I guess)

Marissa: [sotto voce] getting back at my husband for laughing at my shower singing, day one of…I don’t know, we’ll see how long it takes him to catch on. [holding up a bottle of liquid crab boil in front of the phone camera] Hey babe, what is this?

Baz: Y’all don’t know how to cook in Texas? [Mis’sippi intensifies] ’S cra’bowl.

Marissa: [suppressing a snicker] It’s what?

Baz: It’s crab…a’ight! You gon’ be like that, laugh at my cra’bowl, you kin fix your own damn supper.

Marissa: [wheezing] Aw, come on—

Baz: Git outta my kitchen.