Times are tough at Reba’s label, and it looks like she’s getting cut due to budgetary issues. Her only chance at redemption is writing a song for the label’s hot little pop tart, bad girl singer Shauna. What Geoffrey didn’t tell her up front was that when Shauna write with someone, she moves in. It’s not pretty.
Reba: Give me a chance to prove myself. I’ll charm the socks off that gal, and I’ll write her the best song she’s ever sung.
Geoffrey : OK, I’ll get you a meeting. But you know that expression, “Act your age?” Don’t do that.
(Lillie Mae’s stuffing pounds of produce into a really loud juicer in the kitchen while Reba waits for Shauna to arrive)
Reba: Mama, my career is really riding on this meeting, so no juicing!
Lillie Mae: More damn rules. You know where else they won’t let you juice? North Korea. So I hope you’re happy, Kim Jong-Reba.
Lillie Mae: What do you say [about me housesitting], Kim?
Kim: I say yes! It would be super great to have somebody talk to the plants. Here’s my key. Just remember when you talk to the orchids, they like it dirty.
In no time at all, Shauna’s got June skipping singing practice and Cash getting brought home by cops after trying to buy booze. The one thing she hasn’t done yet is write anything. Reba tells her she doesn’t think she even wants to be a pop star anymore. And she’s right. She goes home to quit and mend fences, but sends a single to the label that she says Reba helped her write -- all about turning her life around. The label loves it, so Reba lives to write another day!
Shauna: I don’t know when inspiration’s gonna hit. I mean, it took me nine months to write “Wild Child.”
Reba: Seriously? In nine months you could have HAD a child.
Reba: Shauna’s driving me nuts. She sleeps all day, she drinks all night; she sleeps all day, she drinks all night.
Lillie Mae: Ooh, talk about living the dream.
Reba: You will not be spreading your bad habits to my kids, and little missy, you got some bad habits.
Shauna: Here we go. Criticism from Lucille Ball-buster.
Shauna: I can mend some old fences, and I can start by taking the restraining order off my mom.
Reba: Well, that’d be a nice Mother’s Day gift.