Teachers (2016) s02e10 Episode Script
Lunchtime! The Musical
1 [groaning.]
[grunts.]
Come on! [groans.]
Okay.
[groaning.]
Okay.
[groaning.]
Get up my butt! Get up my butt! [groaning.]
What is going on? These are my fat jeans! [Broadway music.]
I'm sorry, after you.
I couldn't possibly.
You were here first.
No, please.
I insist.
Move it! My favorite time of day lunch! [upbeat Broadway music.]
Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat I agree.
I always wait in line I'd never brown bag it Food so good it should be rated by Zagat The only time of the day I'm not pissed off Is when I'm here eating my beef stroganoff Food makes you smart so fill up your plate All the great artists needed to hydrate The à la carte menu totally frees us We can thank one person for it That's Jesus All: Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat Hamburgers and french fries and some sloppy joes, please Chicken patties, corndogs, tacos, and grilled cheese Pepperoni pizza, nuggets, and pop Uncooked cookies with soft serve on top Good thing I'm in sweatpants from Old Navy Because mama needs more room for all the gravy Gravy, gravy on all the food Gravy, gravy I'm in the mood Gravy on my chicken, gravy on my fries Gravy on my burger, hell, I put gravy on my pies All: Gravy, gravy, gravy, gravy Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat Lunchtime is the worst time When trying to fit into jeans Lunchtime is the worst time When you want to look pre-teen This whole room is filled with the Devil's fried scent Not being able to join is pure torment Look at them line up like fat pigs at the slop While I have to summon all my will to stop Lunchtime is the worst time For me [gasps.]
Oh! Oh, what the - Oh, God! - Chelsea? Chelsea? Ms.
Bennigan, hi.
[whispering.]
Hot Dad.
Hidey-ho.
What are you doing here? Well, I'm the parent volunteer for lunch this week.
Gonna be serving hot dogs.
Yum.
I'd love to eat your hot dog.
[laughs.]
Listen, uh, I want to apologize for trying to kiss you when you came over to babysit Blake.
When did we kiss? Well, we didn't.
You fainted.
I'm sorry.
You're Blake's teacher and my behavior was inappropriate.
It won't happen again.
Yes, that's probably for the best.
We should keep this a professional relationship, because [Broadway music.]
I am a teacher, you are a parent I don't even know your name I'm glad we agree on what we should be It's nice to feel the same You are a teacher, I am a parent A couple that shouldn't be I won't interfere with your great career It's too important, I see You are a parent, I am a teacher Without boundaries we'd be lost And as for your kiss, sir, which I did miss, sir These lines can never be crossed You are a teacher and it's apparent It's late and I must fly I'm on lunch duty, some gravy needs spooning So Do I [bell dings.]
- Morning, everyone.
- Morning.
Ooh, Deb.
Looks like that chicken fried steak gave you a little pimple.
[gasps.]
This is bullshit.
Ugh.
I took Accutane in high school and it was supposed to get rid of my acne forever.
The side effects from the stuff makes you a depressed, negative, suicidal mess.
Oh, so you're still taking it? What? No.
Stop staring at me.
Oh! Everyone, shut up.
I have an announcement to make.
As of today, there will be a new meal plan here at Fillmore.
Here are the menus.
Lunch on Tuesday's kale and a dollop of brown rice? Dude, this is worse than P.
O.
W.
food.
You can't tell us what to eat.
Actually, she can.
As a member of the LSC, Miss Snap can recommend suspension for any teacher who doesn't comply.
Whoa.
This sounds like the beginning of a dystopian novel.
Get that snack cake out of my face! They're not on the menu.
From now on, there will be no more sugar, sodium, starch, carbs, fat, or dairy for students or teachers.
The only food allowed on school grounds is what's on the new meal plan.
[snaps fingers.]
Thanks, guys.
Take that to the parking lot and set it on fire.
This is terrible.
I think a less processed menu is a great idea.
[funk music.]
There's a solution to the revolution An evolution of what we eat Ms.
Cannon, that's enough.
Peas and rice.
No one cares about your farm-to-table BS.
I can't fit into my fat jeans! Is what these children will wake up and say to themselves in the morning if we don't get them on a healthy diet.
[bluesy rock music.]
At four years old Mama put me on my first scale From that day on I lived in a food jail Every time I go to lunch I fail my diet regime And then I get a FUPA And lose my self-esteem There's a new lunch lady in town No snacks, no salt, no carbs, no sweets If you want to be a winner You've got to be thinner It's just too easy to cheat Every magazine Every reality show Makes me feel like a dumpy-assed ho So I push myself Burn calories faster I don't sit nowhere Without my trusty ThighMaster There's a new lunch lady in town Gonna purge this school and stand my ground Oh, baby.
I've never felt such vim and vigor I'm getting smaller But my dream's getting bigger 'Cause there's a new lunch lady In town Damn it, Rory! I haven't been this depressed since I watched "The Da Vinci Code.
" Yeah, this new lunch menu sucks.
Oh, come on, guys, it's not that bad.
There are some great things about the new meal plan.
[funk music.]
Don't you want small farms to thrive? - Plant - Not now, Cecelia.
What are you so happy about? I snuck in a little something-something.
How'd you get that in here? My pants.
Ohh.
That's why you're wearing JNCO jeans.
You got any more? Share-sies.
Oh, hey, Deb.
Don't look at me! [bell rings.]
Okay, two days on the new meal plan.
I've gained a pound? How is that even possible? What would Gwyneth Paltrow do? [ominous music.]
Today, lunch is liquid.
[gasps.]
No! It's like my senior yearbook disaster all over again.
[dramatic music.]
[scoffs.]
I thought the days Of humiliation were behind me But now I've got this mountain on my face To remind me Of high school shame and nasty games And vicious insults Is there anything worse than having Acne as an adult? Ah! So now I must hide this hideous seeping welt So that no one can once again Make me feel the way I felt I'll slip through Fillmore Like a phantom, keeping mum I just wish this zit would stop pounding Like a drum Mrs.
Adler? Can we keep the lights on? We can't see our quizzes.
Oh, yeah.
Of course.
Sorry.
What's on your face? It's half of a Korean sheet mask.
[dramatic music.]
Chelsea, I think I made a huge mistake.
Shh.
Do you smell that? [sniffs.]
That's not lemon, pepper, or cayenne.
No.
Hot Dad told me that he tried to kiss me and I freaked out.
[sniffs.]
[sniffs.]
There is chocolate in the general vicinity.
I told him that I wanted to keep our relationship purely professional, because I thought that's what he wanted, but it might not be what he wanted, because at one point he wanted to kiss me, which is what I wanted.
[sniffs.]
Mary Louise, I don't have time to teach you how to act like a normal human being.
Just tell him how you really feel.
[scoffs.]
[sniffing.]
[sniffs deeply.]
[dramatic music.]
Whoa! [gasps.]
I knew it! Someone is hiding food at this school.
When I find out who did this, I will hunt them down and decapitate them, if I can get a knife through the fat layers of their fat necks! [chuckles.]
Oh, sorry, that was the cayenne talking.
I mean, I'll recommend to the LSC they get suspended.
[dramatic sting.]
[loudly.]
Thanks for returning my student's backpack.
[quietly.]
This is full of Cool Ranch chips, right? And there's more where that came from.
[dramatic music.]
Feldman's gonna have her way today Setting up a junk food buffet Snap can't catch me but she'll taste the backlash She'll never find my main candy stash Today With my waist trainer tightened today My senses are heightened I know there's junk food around Whoever did this is going down Today My fate I will soon seal Today I'll tell Hot Dad Just how I feel Gonna figure out the sitch Gonna trick that skinny bitch Maybe I'll get hitched All: Today [gasps.]
I found it! Oh.
Ugh! Who eats this? [sighs.]
Oh.
Ohh.
Mmm, mmm.
[garbled.]
Oh, my God, this so good! Oh, yeah.
Stop eating, you disgusting pig! How much do I weigh now, Mommy? Oh.
[moaning.]
Oh, this poutine is so good.
No.
You can't do this! [panting.]
[grunts.]
Ha! Burn, you sweets of Satan, burn! [dramatic music.]
Attention, there will be no lunch today.
I repeat, lunch is cancelled! That is all.
What are you doing? Studies have shown that eating is an inappropriate use of time.
Snap's out of control.
You have to do something! Isn't it funny, after all the trouble you've caused me, now you need my help.
Hmm.
And in the middle of my spring cleaning.
Well, it doesn't come for free.
[cabaret music.]
Ask any of the teachers at this school They'll all tell you I can be pretty cool But this is not a one-sided trade Because one day, Papa might need your aid You cause a lot of trouble And I've never laid you off But Papa needs your help too Sometimes I want to get off Excuse me? Early from work.
What? I work a lot of late nights.
If I do you a favor And help you with your plan I'll want a little reward To make me feel like a man Whoa.
What are you suggesting? Just, like, a nice bottle of Sutter Home white zin or a gift certificate to World Market.
Something fun.
This job can be real stressful And it's hard to pull through But when you're good to Papa Papa's good To you Okay, I'm pretty skeeved out, so I'm gonna leave.
Hm.
Mmm.
It's not real, but at least it's sweet.
[sobbing.]
[ominous music.]
Deb? Are you okay? Did you get the veggie smoothie runs like Mr.
Spinnoli? I can't show my face.
Deb, is this about your zit? Look at how crazy Chelsea's gotten because she's worried about her looks.
Don't tell me looks don't matter.
My skin was so bad my senior year, everybody called me Edward James Olmos.
[doo-wop music.]
Appearances don't matter Is what you say to ugly freaks - Men: Ooh - Of course they matter But there're so many things you can tweak - So trust me, Debbie Do-Dah - men: Ooh oh - I have a big bag of tricks - men: Ooh, ooh, wah For every unsightly problem - Men: Ooh, wah - There's a simple fix For us women there are so many tools at the ready - Men: Ooh, wah, ah, ah - Lasers, BOTOX Or if it's really big, a machete - Men: Ooh, wah, ah, oh - Extensions, exfoliants Tweezers, dye, wax, peels, and Spanx Men tell you what you need You don't even have to say thanks - Men: Ooh, wah - I know right now That your skin is causing anxiety Men: Ooh, wah, ah, ah For that we must thank patriarchal society So come out Debbie Do-Dah You can still have all of your kicks For every unsightly problem There's a simple fix Men: Woo I'm sure it's much better already.
If not, I've got some zit cream.
Let's take a look.
It's okay.
That's it.
[ominous music.]
Back! Back to the shadows! Hot Platonic Friend.
Hello, there.
[laughs.]
I haven't seen you all week, but apparently lunch is cancelled, so I'm gonna head home.
Listen, there's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away When I share my feelings, it makes me very antsy I sweat, I giggle, I freak out I want to poop my pantsy I don't know why I said that I have never pooped my pants Oh, God, I can't stop talking Do not think I've pooped my pants All I want to say is ML? I need you.
I have to cover my body in lotion and wrap it in plastic wrap for 24 hours.
I've read it can take up to an inch off my waist.
Not now.
Oh, my God.
You two make Jane Austen look like a one-night stand.
Okay.
[both laugh sheepishly.]
So what was it that you were gonna tell me? Right.
[sighs.]
I was just about to get to the important part.
Well, there's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away When I have to share feelings it makes me very antsy Mary Louise, if you see Deb, can you tell her that she's still beautiful on the inside? - Thanks.
- What? Okay, Mary Louise, what were you gonna tell me? Let me start from the beginning.
Or you could just skip ahead.
Okay.
There's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away Bennigan, we've got to do something.
I was down for healthier food choices, but now Chelsea's starving everyone.
We have to start a rebellion.
The children are "Les Misérables.
" We won't stand for this, not one day more.
I have to go.
Uh, Mary Louise, wait! What were you gonna tell me? [grandiose music.]
Do you hear our stomachs growl? Both: They refuse to be quiet All: They are full of angry sounds Caused by Chelsea's stupid diet We are sick of not being heard We are sick of Chelsea's plans We need to get our treats, we need to lift the ban Eh.
[sobbing.]
[sad music.]
Am I a bad person For wanting to look hot? Am I a bad person No.
[scoffs.]
That's bullshit.
[tense music.]
Stop it! Why can't we all sacrifice our bodies for societal standards? - I will never surrender - Snap, you're going down And all will join me in this feat - I will never repent - all: Beyond this Hell juice cleanse There is more food we want to eat - If I die, I'll die slender - all: This hunger - Can't be quenched - We'll destroy this awful wench - For our - When my last breath is - All: Sweets - Spent What is going on in here? Ms.
Snap, we are getting parent complaints.
Children are starving, and apparently, so are the teachers.
Starting now, lunch is back and the old lunch plan is reinstated! [all cheering.]
Burgers! - Oh, fries! - Pizza! Victory is ours.
No.
You can't do this to me! Chelsea, there's a four-year-old inside of you who's been starving for the last 27 years.
[soft music.]
[quavering breaths.]
[groans.]
Mmm.
[sobs.]
[sniffs.]
This tastes like love.
Yeah.
It's a hamburger.
All: Gravy, Gravy, Gravy, Gravy Gravy, Gravy, Gravy, Gravy - Lunchtime is the best time - Ah, ah, ah All: Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is once again the best time We only have one job And that's eat Oh! Son of a nut sack! My good cheek! Hey.
I'm done volunteering for the week.
So headin' out.
I wanted to be kissed.
[soft music.]
That's what I was trying to say.
What you did wasn't inappropriate at all.
I've always liked you.
Hey! There you are.
Sharon.
I've been waiting in the parking lot.
You said you'd drive me to the good casino in Joliet.
Who is this? Oh.
His wife.
And you must be Ms.
Brannigan.
Blake has told me so much about you.
It's Bennigan.
Let's go.
What's going on with that uniform? [purrs.]
You look like a Nazi.
[laughs.]
Mary Louise, I figured out how I can still fit into a size four.
[chuckles.]
Pajama Jeans.
[laughs.]
Look at 'em go.
[laughs.]
These things are great.
[sobs quietly.]
[grunts.]
Come on! [groans.]
Okay.
[groaning.]
Okay.
[groaning.]
Get up my butt! Get up my butt! [groaning.]
What is going on? These are my fat jeans! [Broadway music.]
I'm sorry, after you.
I couldn't possibly.
You were here first.
No, please.
I insist.
Move it! My favorite time of day lunch! [upbeat Broadway music.]
Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat I agree.
I always wait in line I'd never brown bag it Food so good it should be rated by Zagat The only time of the day I'm not pissed off Is when I'm here eating my beef stroganoff Food makes you smart so fill up your plate All the great artists needed to hydrate The à la carte menu totally frees us We can thank one person for it That's Jesus All: Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat Hamburgers and french fries and some sloppy joes, please Chicken patties, corndogs, tacos, and grilled cheese Pepperoni pizza, nuggets, and pop Uncooked cookies with soft serve on top Good thing I'm in sweatpants from Old Navy Because mama needs more room for all the gravy Gravy, gravy on all the food Gravy, gravy I'm in the mood Gravy on my chicken, gravy on my fries Gravy on my burger, hell, I put gravy on my pies All: Gravy, gravy, gravy, gravy Lunchtime is the best time Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is the best time We only have one job and that's eat Lunchtime is the worst time When trying to fit into jeans Lunchtime is the worst time When you want to look pre-teen This whole room is filled with the Devil's fried scent Not being able to join is pure torment Look at them line up like fat pigs at the slop While I have to summon all my will to stop Lunchtime is the worst time For me [gasps.]
Oh! Oh, what the - Oh, God! - Chelsea? Chelsea? Ms.
Bennigan, hi.
[whispering.]
Hot Dad.
Hidey-ho.
What are you doing here? Well, I'm the parent volunteer for lunch this week.
Gonna be serving hot dogs.
Yum.
I'd love to eat your hot dog.
[laughs.]
Listen, uh, I want to apologize for trying to kiss you when you came over to babysit Blake.
When did we kiss? Well, we didn't.
You fainted.
I'm sorry.
You're Blake's teacher and my behavior was inappropriate.
It won't happen again.
Yes, that's probably for the best.
We should keep this a professional relationship, because [Broadway music.]
I am a teacher, you are a parent I don't even know your name I'm glad we agree on what we should be It's nice to feel the same You are a teacher, I am a parent A couple that shouldn't be I won't interfere with your great career It's too important, I see You are a parent, I am a teacher Without boundaries we'd be lost And as for your kiss, sir, which I did miss, sir These lines can never be crossed You are a teacher and it's apparent It's late and I must fly I'm on lunch duty, some gravy needs spooning So Do I [bell dings.]
- Morning, everyone.
- Morning.
Ooh, Deb.
Looks like that chicken fried steak gave you a little pimple.
[gasps.]
This is bullshit.
Ugh.
I took Accutane in high school and it was supposed to get rid of my acne forever.
The side effects from the stuff makes you a depressed, negative, suicidal mess.
Oh, so you're still taking it? What? No.
Stop staring at me.
Oh! Everyone, shut up.
I have an announcement to make.
As of today, there will be a new meal plan here at Fillmore.
Here are the menus.
Lunch on Tuesday's kale and a dollop of brown rice? Dude, this is worse than P.
O.
W.
food.
You can't tell us what to eat.
Actually, she can.
As a member of the LSC, Miss Snap can recommend suspension for any teacher who doesn't comply.
Whoa.
This sounds like the beginning of a dystopian novel.
Get that snack cake out of my face! They're not on the menu.
From now on, there will be no more sugar, sodium, starch, carbs, fat, or dairy for students or teachers.
The only food allowed on school grounds is what's on the new meal plan.
[snaps fingers.]
Thanks, guys.
Take that to the parking lot and set it on fire.
This is terrible.
I think a less processed menu is a great idea.
[funk music.]
There's a solution to the revolution An evolution of what we eat Ms.
Cannon, that's enough.
Peas and rice.
No one cares about your farm-to-table BS.
I can't fit into my fat jeans! Is what these children will wake up and say to themselves in the morning if we don't get them on a healthy diet.
[bluesy rock music.]
At four years old Mama put me on my first scale From that day on I lived in a food jail Every time I go to lunch I fail my diet regime And then I get a FUPA And lose my self-esteem There's a new lunch lady in town No snacks, no salt, no carbs, no sweets If you want to be a winner You've got to be thinner It's just too easy to cheat Every magazine Every reality show Makes me feel like a dumpy-assed ho So I push myself Burn calories faster I don't sit nowhere Without my trusty ThighMaster There's a new lunch lady in town Gonna purge this school and stand my ground Oh, baby.
I've never felt such vim and vigor I'm getting smaller But my dream's getting bigger 'Cause there's a new lunch lady In town Damn it, Rory! I haven't been this depressed since I watched "The Da Vinci Code.
" Yeah, this new lunch menu sucks.
Oh, come on, guys, it's not that bad.
There are some great things about the new meal plan.
[funk music.]
Don't you want small farms to thrive? - Plant - Not now, Cecelia.
What are you so happy about? I snuck in a little something-something.
How'd you get that in here? My pants.
Ohh.
That's why you're wearing JNCO jeans.
You got any more? Share-sies.
Oh, hey, Deb.
Don't look at me! [bell rings.]
Okay, two days on the new meal plan.
I've gained a pound? How is that even possible? What would Gwyneth Paltrow do? [ominous music.]
Today, lunch is liquid.
[gasps.]
No! It's like my senior yearbook disaster all over again.
[dramatic music.]
[scoffs.]
I thought the days Of humiliation were behind me But now I've got this mountain on my face To remind me Of high school shame and nasty games And vicious insults Is there anything worse than having Acne as an adult? Ah! So now I must hide this hideous seeping welt So that no one can once again Make me feel the way I felt I'll slip through Fillmore Like a phantom, keeping mum I just wish this zit would stop pounding Like a drum Mrs.
Adler? Can we keep the lights on? We can't see our quizzes.
Oh, yeah.
Of course.
Sorry.
What's on your face? It's half of a Korean sheet mask.
[dramatic music.]
Chelsea, I think I made a huge mistake.
Shh.
Do you smell that? [sniffs.]
That's not lemon, pepper, or cayenne.
No.
Hot Dad told me that he tried to kiss me and I freaked out.
[sniffs.]
[sniffs.]
There is chocolate in the general vicinity.
I told him that I wanted to keep our relationship purely professional, because I thought that's what he wanted, but it might not be what he wanted, because at one point he wanted to kiss me, which is what I wanted.
[sniffs.]
Mary Louise, I don't have time to teach you how to act like a normal human being.
Just tell him how you really feel.
[scoffs.]
[sniffing.]
[sniffs deeply.]
[dramatic music.]
Whoa! [gasps.]
I knew it! Someone is hiding food at this school.
When I find out who did this, I will hunt them down and decapitate them, if I can get a knife through the fat layers of their fat necks! [chuckles.]
Oh, sorry, that was the cayenne talking.
I mean, I'll recommend to the LSC they get suspended.
[dramatic sting.]
[loudly.]
Thanks for returning my student's backpack.
[quietly.]
This is full of Cool Ranch chips, right? And there's more where that came from.
[dramatic music.]
Feldman's gonna have her way today Setting up a junk food buffet Snap can't catch me but she'll taste the backlash She'll never find my main candy stash Today With my waist trainer tightened today My senses are heightened I know there's junk food around Whoever did this is going down Today My fate I will soon seal Today I'll tell Hot Dad Just how I feel Gonna figure out the sitch Gonna trick that skinny bitch Maybe I'll get hitched All: Today [gasps.]
I found it! Oh.
Ugh! Who eats this? [sighs.]
Oh.
Ohh.
Mmm, mmm.
[garbled.]
Oh, my God, this so good! Oh, yeah.
Stop eating, you disgusting pig! How much do I weigh now, Mommy? Oh.
[moaning.]
Oh, this poutine is so good.
No.
You can't do this! [panting.]
[grunts.]
Ha! Burn, you sweets of Satan, burn! [dramatic music.]
Attention, there will be no lunch today.
I repeat, lunch is cancelled! That is all.
What are you doing? Studies have shown that eating is an inappropriate use of time.
Snap's out of control.
You have to do something! Isn't it funny, after all the trouble you've caused me, now you need my help.
Hmm.
And in the middle of my spring cleaning.
Well, it doesn't come for free.
[cabaret music.]
Ask any of the teachers at this school They'll all tell you I can be pretty cool But this is not a one-sided trade Because one day, Papa might need your aid You cause a lot of trouble And I've never laid you off But Papa needs your help too Sometimes I want to get off Excuse me? Early from work.
What? I work a lot of late nights.
If I do you a favor And help you with your plan I'll want a little reward To make me feel like a man Whoa.
What are you suggesting? Just, like, a nice bottle of Sutter Home white zin or a gift certificate to World Market.
Something fun.
This job can be real stressful And it's hard to pull through But when you're good to Papa Papa's good To you Okay, I'm pretty skeeved out, so I'm gonna leave.
Hm.
Mmm.
It's not real, but at least it's sweet.
[sobbing.]
[ominous music.]
Deb? Are you okay? Did you get the veggie smoothie runs like Mr.
Spinnoli? I can't show my face.
Deb, is this about your zit? Look at how crazy Chelsea's gotten because she's worried about her looks.
Don't tell me looks don't matter.
My skin was so bad my senior year, everybody called me Edward James Olmos.
[doo-wop music.]
Appearances don't matter Is what you say to ugly freaks - Men: Ooh - Of course they matter But there're so many things you can tweak - So trust me, Debbie Do-Dah - men: Ooh oh - I have a big bag of tricks - men: Ooh, ooh, wah For every unsightly problem - Men: Ooh, wah - There's a simple fix For us women there are so many tools at the ready - Men: Ooh, wah, ah, ah - Lasers, BOTOX Or if it's really big, a machete - Men: Ooh, wah, ah, oh - Extensions, exfoliants Tweezers, dye, wax, peels, and Spanx Men tell you what you need You don't even have to say thanks - Men: Ooh, wah - I know right now That your skin is causing anxiety Men: Ooh, wah, ah, ah For that we must thank patriarchal society So come out Debbie Do-Dah You can still have all of your kicks For every unsightly problem There's a simple fix Men: Woo I'm sure it's much better already.
If not, I've got some zit cream.
Let's take a look.
It's okay.
That's it.
[ominous music.]
Back! Back to the shadows! Hot Platonic Friend.
Hello, there.
[laughs.]
I haven't seen you all week, but apparently lunch is cancelled, so I'm gonna head home.
Listen, there's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away When I share my feelings, it makes me very antsy I sweat, I giggle, I freak out I want to poop my pantsy I don't know why I said that I have never pooped my pants Oh, God, I can't stop talking Do not think I've pooped my pants All I want to say is ML? I need you.
I have to cover my body in lotion and wrap it in plastic wrap for 24 hours.
I've read it can take up to an inch off my waist.
Not now.
Oh, my God.
You two make Jane Austen look like a one-night stand.
Okay.
[both laugh sheepishly.]
So what was it that you were gonna tell me? Right.
[sighs.]
I was just about to get to the important part.
Well, there's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away When I have to share feelings it makes me very antsy Mary Louise, if you see Deb, can you tell her that she's still beautiful on the inside? - Thanks.
- What? Okay, Mary Louise, what were you gonna tell me? Let me start from the beginning.
Or you could just skip ahead.
Okay.
There's Something I want to tell you but it's not easy to say I'm not a forward person, I would rather run away Bennigan, we've got to do something.
I was down for healthier food choices, but now Chelsea's starving everyone.
We have to start a rebellion.
The children are "Les Misérables.
" We won't stand for this, not one day more.
I have to go.
Uh, Mary Louise, wait! What were you gonna tell me? [grandiose music.]
Do you hear our stomachs growl? Both: They refuse to be quiet All: They are full of angry sounds Caused by Chelsea's stupid diet We are sick of not being heard We are sick of Chelsea's plans We need to get our treats, we need to lift the ban Eh.
[sobbing.]
[sad music.]
Am I a bad person For wanting to look hot? Am I a bad person No.
[scoffs.]
That's bullshit.
[tense music.]
Stop it! Why can't we all sacrifice our bodies for societal standards? - I will never surrender - Snap, you're going down And all will join me in this feat - I will never repent - all: Beyond this Hell juice cleanse There is more food we want to eat - If I die, I'll die slender - all: This hunger - Can't be quenched - We'll destroy this awful wench - For our - When my last breath is - All: Sweets - Spent What is going on in here? Ms.
Snap, we are getting parent complaints.
Children are starving, and apparently, so are the teachers.
Starting now, lunch is back and the old lunch plan is reinstated! [all cheering.]
Burgers! - Oh, fries! - Pizza! Victory is ours.
No.
You can't do this to me! Chelsea, there's a four-year-old inside of you who's been starving for the last 27 years.
[soft music.]
[quavering breaths.]
[groans.]
Mmm.
[sobs.]
[sniffs.]
This tastes like love.
Yeah.
It's a hamburger.
All: Gravy, Gravy, Gravy, Gravy Gravy, Gravy, Gravy, Gravy - Lunchtime is the best time - Ah, ah, ah All: Coming here is such a treat Lunchtime is once again the best time We only have one job And that's eat Oh! Son of a nut sack! My good cheek! Hey.
I'm done volunteering for the week.
So headin' out.
I wanted to be kissed.
[soft music.]
That's what I was trying to say.
What you did wasn't inappropriate at all.
I've always liked you.
Hey! There you are.
Sharon.
I've been waiting in the parking lot.
You said you'd drive me to the good casino in Joliet.
Who is this? Oh.
His wife.
And you must be Ms.
Brannigan.
Blake has told me so much about you.
It's Bennigan.
Let's go.
What's going on with that uniform? [purrs.]
You look like a Nazi.
[laughs.]
Mary Louise, I figured out how I can still fit into a size four.
[chuckles.]
Pajama Jeans.
[laughs.]
Look at 'em go.
[laughs.]
These things are great.
[sobs quietly.]