Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said...

Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you'd get Jose to do it. Lucy: He your gardener, I don't know why you no tell him. Cher: Lucy, you know I don't speak Mexican. Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN. Lucy: [storms off] Cher: Great, what was that all about? Josh: Lucy's from El Salvador. Cher: So? Josh: So, it's an entirely different country. Cher: What does that matter? Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.

Okay, l call them. lt's too late now. We got another notice from the fire department saying we have to clear out the bush. You said you were gonna get José to do it. He's your gardener, why you don't tell him? Lucy, you know l don't speak Mexican. l not a Mexican! -Great. What was that all about? -Lucy's from El Salvador. So? lt's an entirely different country. What does that matter? You get upset if someone thinks you live below Sunset. Okay. So everything is all my fault. l'm always wrong, right? You're such a brat. I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Even though I apologized to Lucy, something was still plaguing me. Like Josh thinking I was mean was making me postal. Move into the right lane. Anyway, why should I care what Josh thinks? Why was I letting it throw me into such turmoil? -Watch out for the bike rider! -Hey! Oops, my bad. What are you doing? You can't take up both lanes. Get in the right lane. Not so close! Should l write them a note? Pull over up here and turn off the engine. Yeah, right there. Are you gonna take me somewhere to make left-hand turns? We're going back to the DMV.