Eileen Brennan at her absolute blousiest, blousier than Bloomingdale’s on a Tuesday, Tuesday being the day most retailers receive new shipments of inventory. Cybill Shepherd tearfully tap-dancing through her pain. And Madeline – the eternal Madeline – cocking her hips as she belts “JUST KICK HIM OUT OF THE HAY.”

The director’s note for this scene must have been – cannot have been anything but – “sing and dance as if you are all four, but not yet five, drinks into a sad evening.”