A discouraged Synclaire is unsure about auditioning for an infomercial for a dashboard grill, but Max encourages her to follow her acting aspirations.
Regine volunteers Max to drive Synclaire to the audition in order to keep her from hanging around the apartment on her day off.
Max confronts the director when he dismisses Synclaire without allowing her to say her lines.
He is so impressed by Max's spunk that he gives her the part.
Synclaire accuses Max of robbing her of her dream, and begins to lose faith in their friendship.
When Synclaire tries to walk off the set during the taping, Max calls her up to the stage as a skeptical customer.
They pull off the performance beautifully, but are fired because the director feels there is no place for spontaneity in an infomercial.
Synclaire thanks Max for restoring her belief in her acting ability.
Overton is wracked with guilt when he continually dreams about the R&B group TLC after falling asleep during its videos.
Tag: Synclaire threatens TLC when it appears in Overton's dream.
Music: "Waterfalls" by TLC
Khadijah: "Max, you could've been a little more sensitive. I mean, acting is Synclaire's thing. All you ever wanted to do is be a Supreme Court justice and own a Sizzler." Synclaire: "I left a little piece of myself up there in those bleachers."
Max: "I'm guessing a fragment of brain." Synclaire: "Those three women could represent the three blissful years we've spent together. Or the `three times a lady' in that old Lionel Richie song."
Overton: "Yeah, baby. I knew you'd make sense of this."
I have receipts, still, from the WTC mall. Lynn’s Hallmark, Lamston’s, etc. I don’t know why I have them. One is even dated September 11th. The place bubbled up people from the PATH–it had a pulse. There was always an ever present echo in the halls. On off times, without work rush, you could hear your heels echo. Once and a while you’d see a homeless person meander by, too (ever notice no one mentions their deaths, many lived under the WTC). I don’t remember Border’s Books–I remember a Barnes & Noble, though (I could be wrong). I was there for over five years in the late 80’s and left right before the first WTC bombing in 1993. Around the time I left, I had to make a trip to NJ and took the PATH and, by mistake, got off at Jersey City. There was a big crowd of many. The Blind Sheik was there, and his followers were all gathered. Around that time, too, a bus one morning was leaving Jersey, going to lower Manhattan via the Holland Tunnel (this was before the first WTC bombing)–the bus was “hijacked” and overtaken by a guy who screamed out something in a foreign language–the bus crashed into the Holland Tunnel–the bus driver died, and a guy lost his leg and nearly died from the crash, with other injuries as well. It was an odd time prior to the ’93 bombing. I left NYC then. The WTC concourse was a place I did most of my gift shopping and other shopping as well.
JOANNA: After I left … when I was in California, I began to think, what kind of mother was I that I could walk out on my own child. It got to where I couldn’t tell anybody about Billy—I couldn’t stand that look in their faces when I said he wasn’t living with me. Finally it seemed like the most important thing in the world to come back here and prove to Billy and to me and to the world how much I loved him … And I did … And I won. Only … it was just another “should.”