The short, round woman in the pink dress walked right up to Donald and, without hesitating, embraced him. She was sobbing out her hatred, screaming it into his shoulder. His arms couldn't even come close to wrapping all the way around her, but they did seem to have her somehow.
Miss Roc was thinking this is better than anything they could have scripted. Sarah was thinking, "Fuck. This is Jesus. I'm fucked again. I want him for me."
The audience was silent. Applause would have to be taped later. The tubby guy would say, "First, act surprised. What is she doing? We want to hear gasps." He demonstrates. "Then you realize she's just hugging him. That's terrific. Start clapping. Okay let's rehearse it once." And then he stands there, alone with his back to the audience, embracing himself. They gasp with surprise and then break out into relieved, enthusiastic applause.
Object: breath