TEXT: (Crickets chirp) (Dripping) (Clicks light on) Johnny: Moira! Moira! Moira: Hm. Moira: Oh no! I just finally cried myself to sleep. Johnny: The bed is soaking wet. Moira: Is it blood? Johnny: No! There's... there is leak in the ceiling. There is a brown disgusting drip coming. Moira: Owwww! Johnny: Look it! Look... oh my God. Moira: I can't do it. Johnny: This place is a dump! It's a dump! Moira: I tried! Johnny: You know what it's a hell hole. I tired, John, but I can't! Johnny: Wake up. David: Ahh! Alexis: Ahh! Johnny: Start packing, the pluming is shot to hell in this place and we are getting out. We are getting out! David: What are you wearing? What is that? A nightgown? Johnny: It's a nightshirt, David. And that's not the issue. The issue is the brown sludge in my bed. We're selling the place! David: It's 6:00 am! Johnny: What's the name of that mouthy kid at the front desk? David: I don't know. I'm trying very hard not to connect with people right now. The mouth the mouth, the girl. David: You might want to rethink the nightgown first. There's an ebenezer scrooge thing happening right now. Alexis: Oh my God, that's who I was thinking of. Johnny: You know what?! I'll do it myself. My best to Bob Cratchit. [SCENE_BREAK] (Shuts door) (Rings bell) Hello! Hello! Service? This bell is broken. Stevie: Yeah, sorry. It's more or less decorative. Johnny: There's a leak in my room. Brown, disgusting sewage water was dripping all over my bed this morning. I was soaking wet. So I need a plumber. Stevie: You want me to call a
SUMMARY:
Johnny tries to get permission to sell Schitt's Creek; Johnny, Moira, and David have dinner at Roland and Jocelyn Schitt's home; Alexis goes to a truck party to try to find a young man to make out with.