We cut to the unknown room.
Monty: (Offscreen, angrily, to Julie) Try not ta blow my cover, you airheaded bimbo!
Julie: (Offscreen, defensively) Hey, I’m not good at ad-libbing! I’m just sayin’ what you write down! When’re you gonna let me go back to my show?
Monty: (Offscreen) When we get some adequate footage of these losers!
On the screen, we see green musk billow and engulf the camera.
Grovely: (Offscreen) Master Monty?
Julie: (Offscreen, protesting) But neither of them are co-operating!
Monty: (Offscreen, angrily) Then you’ll just hafta stay here forever!
Julie: (Offscreen, outraged) You can’t do this to me! I’m rich!
Monty: (Offscreen, angrily) I’m richer!
On the screen, the musk cloud clears, and the room is empty. Then, the bedroom door opens seemingly of its own accord.