Adam: What the hell, lady? What's with the hateful reaction to meeting the woman I... have intense affection for?
Erica: Oh, I've met Carmen before. I've met her but good. I was 8 years old. And we were auditioning for the role of Annie in the Jenkintown Children's Theater production of the beloved musical.
Adam: And you shared a fun and healthy love of the stage without issue?
Erica: [holds red wig] She stole my part! I was a shoo-in for Annie. No one could sing, dance, or violently scrub a floor like me.
Adam: You do carry the anger of a child whose parents have abandoned her.
Erica: She scratched my name off the audition list for Annie and instead put me up for Daddy Warbucks.
Adam: The old bald millionaire?
Erica: The old bald billionaire.
Adam: This image is haunting, especially what appears to be a real, lit cigar.
Erica: The rest of my career in children's theater, I was typecast as bald man after bald man. The King and I, Uncle Fester, Kojak, and the list goes on and on.
Adam: I can't imagine Carmen being capable of sabotage.
Erica: Oh, she is a monster, and I never want to see her in this house again. [puts red wig on Adam and pushes him out of her room]
Adam: I'm concerned I don't look that different.