Narrator: Meanwhile, Lindsay and Lucille were at a spa in the desert avoiding both rehab and their depositions.
Lucille: [on the phone] Four saunas, three steam baths, Olympic sized pool and you're telling me there's no alcohol? What the hell are we supposed to do for two days.
Lindsay: I could take the top off this grape juice and maybe by morning-
Lucille: Oh, for God's sake, Lindsay, grow up. You're 40 years old.
Lindsay: Thirty-five. Well, maybe this will be nice. We can talk and connect a little.
Lucille: I must have a Xanax.
Lindsay: I'll go score some weed from the staff.