Tyler: We don't have a lot of interviews.
Tessa: Considering we only advertised in the newspaper, that's not surprising.
Tyler: QUIET, TESSA! There is a method to my madness.
Tessa: Really? Cuz it seems like you're just mad. Seriously, you could have at least done an Instagram ad.
Tyler: I'm going to ignore that. Anyway, Tessa and myself have the final say as to who makes it on the team. If we are not unanimous, then the team does a vote and majority rules. Jenna, would you mind keeping an eye on Awsten during the interviews?
Jenna: Not at all.
Awsten: Hey! You make it sound like I'm a little kid who needs to be looked after or something.
Gracie: Which, honestly, isn't that far off.
Awsten: Laura Grace Knight!
Gracie: What, am I wrong?
Tessa: Also, you're still on probation, remember? Don't give us a reason to kick you off.
Awsten rolls his eyes.
Tyler: Brendon, you've got the first interview of the day, a group of people. There's five of them, from Utah. They just left their hotel and they said they'd be here in a few minutes, so be ready.
Brendon: Will do.
Meanwhile, yesterday at Dallon and Breezy's house, Dallon is looking out the window at his lawn.
Dallon: The grass is getting long. It must be Tuesday.
Breezy: Doesn't that mean our interview is tomorrow?
Dallon: Oh, shoot, you're right! We gotta go to the airport, or else we'll miss boarding.
Breezy: We should've left sooner. Aren't you picking up Ryan?
Dallon: No, Ryan's getting an Uber. He refuses to drive with me.
Breezy: I don't blame him considering what happened last time. You got into an accident with seven other cars and a motorcycle!
Dallon: Breezy, nobody was injured.
Breezy: Yeah, nobody except Ryan. Did you call the kids' school and tell them that they'll be missing class?
Dallon: Uh, about that...
Breezy: Yeah?
Dallon: Amélie got suspended again.
Breezy: Again? What'd she do this time?
Dallon: Someone called Knox a loser, so she pushed them down a flight of stairs.
Breezy: Seriously? That kid needs to get a handle on her anger issues. I mean, I get that she was standing up for her brother, but still.
Dallon: We can talk about it in the car, but right now we gotta go. He calls upstairs. KNOX! AMÉLIE! WE GOTTA GO!
Dallon's children come downstairs. The four of them (and Zero, their dog) get in Dallon's car. It should be noted that Dallon drives like a madman.
Breezy: Dallon, slow down! You're gonna kill somebody!
Dallon: Chill your beans, Breezy, I'll be- He crashes into a tree. Oops. Well, can't help it, I'm a Taurus.
Breezy: Don't blame it on your star sign, Dallon! You're a bad driver, admit it!
Knox: Can you stop arguing? I think everyone here knows Dad is a bad driver, except Dad himself.
