Two Minutes of Unnecessary Ass Yelling
Characters:
Frownland
Lucille Bluth
Hispanic traffic guide
Location: LA Union Station
Frownland exits the train station to find Lucille screaming at and begging someone to order her a car over the phone. She gets off the phone and waits. The traffic guide walks in Lucille's direction, monitoring traffic.
Lucille: Are you my driver?
Traffic guide: What?
Lucille: My driver, his name is Mooba, he's probably Middle Eastern or something. Is it you? Are you my driver?
Traffic guide: I'm not your driver.
Lucille: Well how am I supposed to know that? Men like you don't just walk up to me like that. Do you know where my car is?
Traffic guide: Is it an Uber, Lift, or cab?
Frownland continues eavesdropping
Lucille: I don't know, why would I? I just know that the driver's name is Mooba. Do you know him? Where's my car?
Traffic guide, with an expression of "I can't believe this" walks off
Lucille, to the traffic guide, then to no one in particular: Hello? Do you know where my car is? Does anyone know where Mooba is? Does anyone know where my car is?
Frownland's ride pulls up and he enters before they drive away
Lucille (getting quieter in the distance): Helloooooooo! Anyone?
LA has a lot of homeless people and gangsters, but the true dark side of the city is rich white folk. I hope she got robbed tbh.
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