I've got to weigh in on this one, belatedly (maybe in a ressurectionist posting here), although the Jackie movie is still in progress(?)
Yes, the Post-Apocalyptic Xmas was devine - Ambrosia gift-wrapped me in red Serran-Wrap on-stage that night.
The "Jackie;s Baby" was also a classic and pure Jackie genius, with the evil stroller, J. Constantine and Basil's puppet child.
"I'm Not a Cokewhore" - also a big fave.
But I'd have to give the top honors to the Queen of Baltimore, or something along those lines(?) All the Charm City/John Waters trash-glamour-realness. Being biased, as a native of the town, I somehow ended up going on and on from the on-stage seat of honor as "Miss Angie-o-Plasty" with some blond fellow, downing Rolling Rocks and spouting my best "Bawlmorese" until Daddy came up and reprimanded me to "stop saying the same thing over and over." Anyone recall that one? My hair was in curlers under a pink hairnet, hon.