BOSS (hand on Lance’s shoulder): You’ll be great tomorrow. You’re circus through and through.
KYRA (whispering): What are you gonna do to get him?
MICHELLE (whispering): Don’t worry. I have a plan.
BOSS (still advising Lance): You can shake the sawdust off your boots, but you can’t get greasepaint out of silk. I’ve tried!
Lance turns to Michelle.
MICHELLE: Wanna make out?