Ed walks past a group of Miss Galaxy extras. Miss Western Europe is having her legs touched up by a makeup artist. 

Ed smiles, folds his arms, and leans against a brick wall – – which turns out to be a flimsy set flat that crumbles. Ed falls through the faux-brick wall, then dusts himself off as the girls react. 

“I’m fine!” says Ed, recovering his footing. He walks off quickly as the girls laugh. 

Back at Christie’s motor home,  Ed looks around. He finds a convenient boulder to sit on, but the boulder turns out to be a flimsy plaster of paris prop. He falls through the patina. 

Just then, a man in a Pontiac Firebird pulls up to the motor home. The license plate on the Pontiac says “BUDS.”

Bud walks up to Ed. “Can I help you?” asks Bud.

“No, thanks,” says Ed. He points at the fake boulder. “Amazing stuff!”

“What are you doing here?” asks Bud, puzzled.

“I’m waiting for somebody,” says Ed, glancing at the door to Christie’s motor home. “She’s in there.”

“Do you know Christie?”asks Bud, growing concerned. 

“No, no, not really,” says Ed, “we just met.” 

“Uh-huh,” says Bud. “Excuse me.”