Mr Brush: What’s your deal?
Sheila: I’ve noticed ever since I’ve gotten pregnant I’ve had a lot of flatulence.
Mr Brush: What’s that? You wanna flashdance?
Sheila: No, flatulence… gas.
Mr Brush: Sorry, what’s going on with the sound? Turn her mic up all the way so I can hear her.
Sheila: I have gas.
Mr Brush: I don’t like hearing that at all. I wanna say this to everyone here, you guys learn your manners and be polite.
Announcer: Mr Brush she has a serious problem!
Mr Brush: You know who else has a serious problem? The people sitting behind her, right ladies?
Sheila: You’re not helping me!
Mr Brush: Well, I don’t know what you want me to tell you! You know, why don’t you just rope off an area of your house and stay there?
Please let Abby be in something other than this!