Reba gets fed up waiting for Mr. Bata to listen to her song, so she marches down to his office, and with Geoffrey’s help, he listens to it -- and loves it! He wants to record it. The only caveat is that he wants someone else to record it -- a rapper named Travie McCoy.
Cash is embarrassed about his accent and tries talking like a surfer dude. Predictably, it sounds pretty silly, and Cash gets teased. He’s even more upset that June piles on. But June reminds him that he never had her back in Nashville when she was getting picked on.
Lillie Mae: Little red Reba, she can’t sleep. Little red Reba, counting sheep.
Reba: Aww, I remember this song.
Lillie Mae: Out from the woods, the wolf comes down. Out from the closet, a crazy clown.
Reba: You know that’s a terrifying image for a five-year-old.
Kim: Reba! I have some news for you that’s going to make you incredibly happy. Now I’m sure you thought after your husband cheated on you that no one would be attracted to you again. That maybe you would spend the rest of your life alone and that when you died, cats could come and eat your corpse.
Reba: Get to the happy part.
Geoffrey: Listen, if [Mr. Bata] won’t see his kids without an appointment, he’s not gonna see you.
Geoffrey: This man gave me my first shot. This man pays me to be his gatekeeper. This man is a giant in the music industry.
Reba: You’re afraid of him!
Geoffrey: Terrified. Mami, he is an evil man who lives to see me cry.
June: I was unpopular for 14 years. You’ve been unpopular for, what, 14 days?
Cash: I know. We’ve been through hell.
Meanwhile, Lillie Mae has a secret admirer, who turns out to be Bodie, a hunky surfer dude. It irks Reba a little that Bodie’s so young, but it certainly doesn’t trouble Lillie Mae in the least!
Reba storms down to the studio again, and asks Travie if he wants to make it a duet. And he digs the idea! Once she talks him out of wearing a bikini for the video shoot and doing it more on her terms, they record the song and it’s fantastic!
Lillie: Isn’t he pretty? And I could eat him with a spoon.
Reba: I have enough problems of my own, so you guys just sit out here in your energy circle, and I’m gonna go inside and sit in my anger square.
Travie: That song’s dope. When I sing it, it’s gonna be a monster.
Reba: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to sing it with you. To be a part of the…dope…monster.
Reba: I did have a dream last night that I lost my voice, my hair was plaid, and I couldn’t find my pants, but, you know, it’s a good nervous.
Travie: These are the D-Cups.
Reba: Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how they got their names.
Travie: Lyrics are open for interpretation.
Reba: Not that much.
Geoffrey: I wasn’t distracted by the D-Cups. Never have been, never will be.
Geoffrey: Damn you for making me feel something.