After Laura leaves with the guys, Mr. Steele’s sexual frustration reaches a point of desperation …
“The doc and I want to dance. Play something we can grope to,” Randi demands.
The lady reminds them she doesn’t take requests.
“Not even for old times’ sake?” Randi asks.
“Especially for old times sake.”
“Hey, don’t take it out on me,” Randi smirks. “I’m not the one who shafted you. You wanna get even with someone, go shove some more garbage down Ambrose’s throat. That is, if you didn’t do it the first time.”
“Look who’s talking,” Madeline counters.
Oh, boy …
Randi’s had enough of the chitchat.
“Artie doesn’t wanna hear your sad story, Madeline.”
Wrong again, Randi!
“On the contrary,” Steele mutters. “Artie’s fascinated.”
Beats having to bump and grind with Randi, I guess.
Randi is a little disappointed at this news. Madeline launches into her
exposition sob story.
“Two years ago, Ambrose formed a record company. Just for me. Six months later, he folded it. Said he couldn’t GIVE my albums away.”
“You had your shot, Madeline,” Randi taunts. (Let’s hope it was a shot of penicillin.) “More than most.”
“I wanted another. Besides, he owed me, after all I did for him.”
Again with the “owed” bit. Gonna spill, Madge?
“What DID Madeline do for Ambrose?” Steele asks as Randi pulls him into a clinch.
Bizarrely, Randi begins singing the words to the song Madeline is playing: “It’s the wrong time, and the wrong place.”