Anna : (exhausted) Your wife poisoned me!

(Alejandro is still busy with his selfies, completely in his own world backstage.)

Simon : Stop with the excuses. Who’s gonna believe you? Bringing my wife into this—get back on stage!

Anna : She gave me something to drink… I think it was laced with laxatives… I’m about to die…

Simon: I don’t care how you feel! Move it, and be thankful I’m even letting you stay on! Plenty of others would’ve made you earn this role in... other ways. But not me … Yet ..

Anna: You creep, I’m telling you, I’m dying of dehydration!”

Simon : Dehydrated, huh? That’s why you’re so worked up! I’m right here with plenty of... fluids.

Anna : (throws whatever props are left on the table at him) You disgusting pig! I’ll tell everyone! The whole country will know who you