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An underachieving voice coach finds herself competing in the movie trailer voice-over profession against her arrogant father and his protégé.
Carol: I just want to give you my card. I'm not a vocal coach anymore, but I would make an exception for you because you sound like a squeaky toy. And I don't mean that in a bad way.
Carol: This Wednesday, one woman will teach another woman to sound a little less retarded.
Louis: The studio heard the temp recording you did and they want your voice on the trailer, Carol. Carol: But I'm a chick. Louis: Yeah, I know. I'm acutely aware of that.
Carol: How does everybody know about that? I don't understand. Louis: The Russian community is really tight.
Nancy: Oh, my god. Did we sleep together? Louis: No. Nancy: Did I sleep with anyone? Louis: No. Nancy: Who did you sleep with? Louis: Nobody.
Stacy: [high-pitched squeaky voie] Do you know where I can get a smoothie around here? Carol: [raises her voice to mimic the "sexy baby" pitch] I don't know where you'd get a smoothie around here at all. I'm so sorry! Stacy: Oh... okay, thanks so much! Carol: Yeah, no worries!
[repeated line] Eva Longoria: Is that what you think, you stupid slapper?
Stacy: I've been interviewing for about ten months. Carol: And why do you think that is? Stacy: Because I sound like a sexy baby.
Moe: Sweat pants off, ladies!
Dani: I'm not going to have an argument about whether we're having a goddamn argument or not, right? Moe: That's the only kind of argument I know how to have.