She's Baaack

Hi, my name is Jeremy.

ME: I could have told you a reunion with all of us was going to end in the emergency room.
PAIGE: On the plus side, I met a doctor AND everybody in the studio audience got a free toaster oven!
JEREMY: To think there was a point where we believed she was biologically related to us.

We were all back at the apartment, recuperating after Ritchie's debacle.

RITCHIE: The ratings are going to go through the roof!

Oh yeah, and Ritchie invited himself over.

RITCHIE: I don't know how we're going to follow this up.
ME: We're not.
RITCHIE: But I didn't even get to interview you guys! By the time the blood was cleaned up--
PAIGE: I'll do the show!
ALL: No!
JACKSON: Ritchie, when did you become a glutton for punishment?
ME: Jackson's right. Today was embarrassing. The Mayor Providence, a noted writer, an Artistic Director, a college professor, and a bunch of bitches--
JACKSON: Hey!
ME: --getting into a catfight? We were no better than the A-List.
PAIGE: What an odd sentence.

I pulled my suitcase from underneath the couch.

JACKSON: I was wondering when you were going to bust that out.
ME: I think today was a sign.
PAIGE: That you should always bring mace to a catfight?
ME: Nooo. That it's time for me to leave. Ben's not producing my script until later this spring. I should go back to New York--
PAIGE: But--
ME: JUST for a little while. To get things sorted out. Then, maybe, I'll come back. But honestly, it doesn't seem like it's a good idea for me to be here.
PAIGE: Maybe you just need another sign!

Knock, knock.

We all looked at the door.

RITCHIE: Is this when one of us gets killed?
PAIGE: Or wins a giant check!
JACKSON: I hope she's the one who gets killed.
PAIGE: Hey!

I went to the door an opened it.

It was worse than death.

JOAN: There's my baby!

It was my mother.