And she stepped on one of those fortune weight scales in the bathroom--you know the kind that predict your life--but by the time you're interested it's just words bobbing back and forth like they aren't even sure they should be there. And she wasn't sure she should be there anyway. Yes, she could predict how the movie would end, and yes she thought it would have an oscar nod, but really, all she cared about was why Gwen was standing on the quarter scale and what she could have done to stop it.