Mike McClintock: Here we are ma& #39;am. The press conference will start in fifteen minutes.

Selena:...

Selena: Mike, I thought the press conference was going to be at the Four Seasons.

Mike: This is the Four Seasons ma& #39;am.

Selena: Mike. This is a parking lot.

Mike: Yes ma& #39;am

Selena: This isn& #39;t the Four Seasons parking lot. I can tell, because there& #39;s no valet.

Mike: Yes ma& #39;am. It& #39;s the Four Seasons Total Landscaping.

Selena: ...

Selena: The what now?

Mike: The Four Seasons ballroom was booked. This was the next best thing.

Selena: This is not the & #39;next best thing,& #39; Mike. This is not even in the next top fucking thousand best things, even.

Mike: Well, ma& #39;am, you tweeted we would be at the Four Seasons, and--

Selena: I know what I tweeted! Shit. What& #39;s that across the street.

Mike: Ah. An adult bookstore, ma& #39;am.

Selena: ...

Selena: I& #39;m getting back in the limo.

*Reporters approach, cameras flashing*

Selena, forcing smile: I& #39;m going to buy a sack of concrete and use it to drown you in the Delaware River, Mike.

Mike: Yes ma& #39;am.

Selena: *sniffs*

Selena: What& #39;s that smell? It smells like...burnt, greasy barbecue. Like that campaign stop in North Carolina.

Mike: Ah. Nothing, ma& #39;am. Just the air in Philedelphia.

Selena: *glares across the street*

Selena: Mike. Is that a goddamned crematorium.