Confessional #1 [For the longest time, Lucille Bluth says nothing. She sits quietly on the chair, a drink in one hand and a handkerchief in the other. There is a towel spread out on the chair itself, and the expression on Lucille's face makes it clear that she is fully aware of how many other people (and worse) must have sat here before her. Her body language is practically inverted: she is trying to best not to touch anything for too long, lest it rub off or somehow leave a permanent stain on her. The effect is...unusual, and more than a little comical]
I don't know who any of these people are but my God, the smell is overpowering. From the amount of synthetic fibers in this house, I'd say some lucky little boys and girla in Asia are living like kings on the proceeds.
[She stops there, and takes a deep sip from her glass. Is she thinking about Annyong? Perhaps she's simply savouring the taste of the alcohol. Whatever the answer, it gives Lucille a small comfort, and for just a few seconds afterwards she seems to relax] I suppose not everybody here is beyond help. Wilhelmina seems lovely, and she has that startled-looking slave boy who might come in useful. Perhaps I should introduce him to Nellie...
[Lucille drains the glass, and smiles brightly] It's almost time for lunch! I should get back out there and make sure Lindsay leaves enough for everyone else.