Somewhere in California, and also kind of in a fever dream I had the other night.


GHOST OF GEORGE MARSHALL: Ashley Juuuuuudd!  I have a spoooky message to deliver from beyond the graaaaave!

 

ASHLEY JUDD: I don’t usually take messages from ghosts, but I’ll make an exception for a Nobel Prize winner!


GHOST OF GEORGE MARSHALL: Coooool! I’ll tell Fiiiiiiinemaaan Feeeeeyyynmaaaaan!


ASHLEY JUDD: Maybe just Peace Prizes?


GHOST OF GEORGE MARSHALL: Fair enough. By way of waaaaarning, Myrdal quite liked Simon Buuuurrurch.


ASHLEY JUDD: That sounds lovely! This is going to be just lovely!


GHOST OF GEORGE MARSHALL: You say that nooooow!


ASHLEY JUDD: Whatever. Mom’s going to be so proud! What message of peace do you have for me? Do you need me to share some plan for peace with the President-Elect?


GHOST OF GEORGE MARSHALL: Eh? No. My message is this: WOOOOO! RAH VIRGINIA MIL! IN YOUR FACE, RACECAR LADY! THAT’S MY RUNNIN’ ROOS!