The next day, business was once again booming. The one thing Helen had noticed when they had opened the flower shop was that Audrey II had gotten bigger so that he was the size of a door. Not only that, but her brother looked a little sickly, anemic if she didn't know any better, and there were more bandages on his fingers. Of course, Helen had pushed that from her thoughts, as she and Audrey worked on flower arrangements when her brother came rushing into the back room where they were working.
"Girls, quick!" Seymour said to Helen and Audrey. "We've got to do an emergency arrangement."
"Birthday?" Audrey said. "Wedding? Baby?"
"Funeral," Seymour said.
"Get the lilies," Helen told her brother.
"Mr. Mushnik's real mad at me," Seymour said, as he handed Helen and Audrey the lilies and Helen put the lilies in a vase. "I keep forgetting things."
"Scissors," Audrey said, and Seymour handed her the scissors. "You've got a lot on your mind."
Mushnik came into the back room and said, "Mind? What mind? The Shivas are our biggest funeral account. A huge enormous family, they're dropping off like flies!"
As Mushnik walked out of the back room, Audrey said, "Sometimes I think Mr. Mushnik's too hard on you and Helen. Glue."
Seymour handed her the glue and said, "That's okay. Helen and I owe him everything."
"Glitter," Helen said.
"He took me and Helen out of the Skid Row Home for Orphans when we were little kids," Seymour said, handing his sister the glitter. Helen flung the glitter onto the flowers, as Seymour added, "Gave us both a warm place to stay, floors to sweep, toilets to clean, and every other Sunday off."
"You know I think you ought to raise your expectations, Seymour," Audrey said. "Now that you're getting successful, I mean. It's clear you suffer from a low self-image."
"Oh, like you don't?" Helen said, under her breath.
"It's high time you get it fixed," Audrey said. "Why don't you go out and do something nice for yourself, like buy some new clothes?"
"Well, I'm a very bad shopper, Audrey," Seymour said. "I don't have good taste like you."
"Oh. Well, I could help you pick things out," Audrey said.
Helen glanced over, starting to realize that Audrey might've taken her words from last night into consideration, as Seymour said, "You could?"
"Sure," Audrey said.
"You'd go shopping with me?"
"Sure."
"You'd be seen with me in a public place like a department store?"
"Sure."
"Tonight?"
"Oh, I can't tonight," Audrey said. "I got a date."
Whatever hopes Helen had that Audrey had taken her words into consideration crashed to the ground and burned.
"Again, this date?" Mushnik said, having listened in to Seymour and Audrey's conversation. Seymour walked out of the back room with the flower arrangement, as Mushnik said, "Some date. A date gives you a corsage, not a multiple fracture. I'm telling you, he's not a good, clean kind of a boy."
"He's a professional," Audrey said, as if that made up for all the stuff her boyfriend did to her.
"Oh-ho," Helen said, "then tell me this, Audrey. What kind of a professional drives a motorcycle and wears a black leather jacket?"
Then she went right back to working on her flower arrangements without waiting for an answer from Audrey.