Marcy gets an offer from the Guggenheim!
The mail arrives.
Cynthia (rummaging through the mail): Here, Marcy. You got a letter from the Guggenheim.
She hands Marcy the envelope.
Cynthia: I wonder how you got on their mailing list? They must want a donation or something.
Marcy: No. I wrote and asked them for a gold throne.
Cynthia: You did?!
Marcy: Yeah. I figure if Trump can get a gold toilet called “America” from them –
Marcy: – the least they could do is give me a gold throne called “Marcy Reigns”.
Marcy tears open the envelope and reads the letter.
Cynthia: So, what’d they say?
Marcy (hissing): They say they’re sending me this.
Cynthia: Oh, but that’s so nice. A gold litter box.
Marcy stalks off.
Cynthia: Where are you going?
Marcy: To the Guggenheim. I’m going to “van Gogh” a couple of curators.
penelope kitten (squeak): i’ll totes take the tote.