01x28 - Pushing Boundaries

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- Alison!
- Good morning, Amanda.

Finish that update
on the soft drink account?

- I need it this morning.
- Worked all night. I have it here.

- Let's see.
- I'll show it to you inside.

I need to read it before my : .

Alison, really,
when I ask for an update,

I expect a detailed
and thorough analysis.

This is completely slipshod work.
This will do me more harm than good.

What if we show it to Lucy
and see what she thinks?

Frankly, I don't give a damn
what she thinks.

- You work for me, remember?
- Amanda, I don't know what else to do.

Look, let's just forget about it, OK?

- Fine.
- So how's Billy?

Oh, he's great.
I'm surprised you haven't heard.

He got a new job as fact checker,
Escapade Magazine.

Really? Good for him. I guess
my encouragement finally paid off.

All he needed was the proper push.
Not that I'm one to take credit.

You know, Amanda, the truth is...

He doesn't think the two of you
should communicate.

Obviously, he has some hard feelings,
and his life is complicated enough

- without dredging up the past.
- I see. And that's what he told you?

Well, not in so many words,
but as you know,

when you live with a guy,
it's easy to read between the lines.

Well, I'm glad he's doing well.

And Alison, next time,
please try to do better.

Good morning,
Escapade Magazine, please hold.

Yeah. Yeah, the magazine just wanted to
make sure we had all the facts straight.

OK, thanks for your time, bye.

Thanks.

Hey.

I never knew magazines went
to such lengths to verify their stories.

Actually, I've been doing
some verifying myself.

I called Columbia to see
if I could get a copy of the articles

you said you wrote for the newspaper.
They keep everything on microfilm.

They cross-referenced your name,
and couldn't find one single article.

You're kidding. That's strange.

You know what,

I must've used William
instead of Billy on my by-lines.

No, no, no, I had them check William.

Along with Billy, Bill,
Willie, Will. Even Wilhelm.

Look, I don't know
what you're trying to prove.

What're you?
You lied on your resume.

Think nobody's smart enough
to figure it out?

Cameron, obviously you're very smart.
Nobody hired you to fact check my life.

Oh, I'm sorry. Call me a zealot.
I have a fanatical regard for the truth,

that's why I chose this field. I won't
see it corrupted by the likes of you.

Spare me your speeches.

If you're going to do something,
go ahead and do it.

Billy, it's Nancy.
Could you come into my office?

I'm afraid I already have.

I'll be right there.

You wanted to see me?

Close the door, Billy,
we need to talk.

Sit down.

You know, Billy, nothing's
more important to me than trust.

In my friends, my employees.

Can you understand that?

Look, I know Cameron spoke to you,
and the fact is, I lied on my resume.

I didn't go to Columbia.

Employers seem to be more interested
in schools than people,

so I just figured you
wouldn't hire me otherwise.

That doesn't make it right, but...

Anyway, I would certainly understand
if you want to let me go.

Billy, I didn't hire you
because of your resume.

You didn't?

I hired you because I think
you've got a lot of potential.

I go by my instincts. I always have.

What is it you really
want to do at this magazine?

Well, I want to write.

You know, I'm a writer.

Maybe I can give you
a chance to prove yourself.

There's a wedding
in Hollywood this afternoon.

I need someone to cover the story.
The rest of the staff is busy.

- You interested?
- Absolutely!

Good. Here's the information.

And... I believe in second chances.

- Don't let me down.
- I won't.

And, Billy...
Don't lie to me again.

No, I'm telling you that
people get attached to their tattoos.

It was an emergency appendectomy!

Yeah, but you cut the A out of his
girlfriend's name, for crying out loud.

Great. Watch him
try to file a malpractice suit.

- I have a tattoo.
- Oh, you do not.

- Do too.
- Do not.

Somewhere you'd never expect.

- Where?
- Guess.

I don't know.
On your shoulder?

On your ankle?

Guess not.

On your...

Let's just say it's somewhere
between my shoulder and my ankle.

That's like all my favorite places.

So what is it? A rose?
Somebody's name?

What?

- A butterfly.
- Really?

I had it applied
while I was in the midst

of this torrid affair in medical school.

I guess I was feeling very naughty,
very sexy, and very free.

Unfortunately, Dr Hedick
doesn't find it quite so alluring.

That's what you get
for dating a dermatology resident.

- Love that's only skin deep.
- Yuk, yuk, yuk.

And now, if you'll excuse me,
I've gotta get back to my rounds.

Your left cheek.

You're getting warmer.

Don't look now,
but this incredibly gorgeous guy

has been checking me out
for the last minutes.

- Where?
- The one in the suit and tie.

- Matt, don't be so obvious.
- That's a handsome guy.

Typical. Now that I'm
totally committed to Terrence,

men are coming out of the woodwork.
At the market, on the street...

- I'm giving off this scent.
- Oh, please. Give me a break.

It's true. It's that air of nonchalant
unavailability that reels 'em in.

Maybe you're right.
Here he comes.

- Hi.
- How are you?

- Hi, I'm Scott Daniels.
- Matt Fielding.

I know. I'm a lawyer with the firm that
represented your discrimination case.

I'm sorry that we never
had a chance to meet.

Well, it's nice to meet you.
This is a friend of mine, Rhonda Blair.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, I recognized you and wanted
to say hello and give you my card.

Thanks, but I don't think I'm gonna
need an attorney anytime soon.

Even if it's for dinner?

- I'll give you a call.
- I'll look forward to it.

- It's nice meeting you, Rhonda.
- A pleasure.

What was it that you were saying
about that irresistible scent

- that you've been giving...
- Shut up!

Hi, Billy, it's Amanda.
This is my third and final message.

I just called to congratulate you
on your new job.

I think it's wonderful, and I never had
a doubt in my mind that you could do it.

You have the right stuff.
Anyway, please call. I...

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hey, you know,
you were wrong about Cameron.

The geek told my boss
I lied on that resume.

- Billy, no!
- Then the weirdest thing happened.

She calls me into her office,
and she gives me a writing assignment!

What? That's wonderful.

Said she didn't hire me for my
education, she hired me for my talent.

Personally, I think she did it
to spite Cameron.

What's the story?

- It's a wedding. A dog wedding.
- A what?

These two Pomeranians.

They met at a party in Beverly Hills,
fell in love and got married.

I mean, of course, they could've
just lived together, but I mean,

Zsa Zsa got pregnant,
then Sebastian, his owner...

They have great jobs so they figured
they may as well start a family.

- You're gonna write about this?
- It's for the Urban Absurdities column.

I guess so.

Yeah, well, it's a puff piece,
but I'm going to stay up all night

and make it the best damn
puff piece Nancy's ever read.

- That's great.
- Any messages?

No, I think the machine's
on the fritz again.

Well, as soon as I get paid,

that's the first thing I'm going to buy,
a new answering machine.

Right.

- Billy, this is wonderful.
- Really?

Yes, I mean it's humorous
and satirical without being nasty.

- I like that.
- Thank you.

I may have to edit, but I think
we can use this in this month's issue.

Oh, man. Fantastic!

Settle down, you haven't
exactly won the Pulitzer.

No, but this is the first time
I've made it into a magazine

- that people actually read.
- The first time is a rush, isn't it?

I'll say.

I have an opening
for a staff writer position.

It doesn't pay more than
you're making now, at first.

But I can guarantee you'll see your
name in print at least once a month.

- You interested?
- Interested?

I'm... I'm out of my mind!

OK, take this to Cameron
and have him fact check it.

You bet.

Oh, and wait,
before you go out there...

You were crooked.

- Now you look like a reporter.
- Nancy, I really appreciate this.

I don't know how to thank you.

It's OK.
I'm sure we'll think of something.

Do me a favor, would you?

Stop working on the next proposal
until you get this one right.

Has Lucy seen it?

Don't waste time challenging me.
I'll show it to Lucy when it's ready.

All right, what's wrong with it?

The descriptions are trite,
the goals are ill-defined

and the conclusions read
like wishful thinking.

Honestly, I don't mean to be harsh, but
your work's not up to the level it was

before you went chasing
your boyfriend all over the country.

- Are we clear?
- Perfectly.

Alison Parker. Oh, hi, Billy.

I'll expect the rewritten proposal
on my desk tomorrow.

Say hi to Billy.

Well, it's time to celebrate.

I was just made
staff writer at the magazine.

A promotion? That's great!
How'd that happen? You just started.

- Well, just lucky, I guess.
- And talented.

I'm glad someone appreciates you.

Yeah, anyway,
I'm gonna be calling everybody.

What do you say
we all have dinner tonight.

Oh, great.

OK, PM, Bangkok Princess,
and Billy, congratulations.

You deserve it. Bye.

A promotion, huh?
I always knew Billy would do well.

- Don't forget to tell him I said hello.
- I won't.

To Billy Campbell, out of the
taxi cab and behind the computer.

Finally making his living as a writer.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

- He better be able to pay his rent.
- Well, thanks guys.

I just... I want to say
something to you that...

Oh, my God.

No, I just want to say that the
friendships that we all have here

has really helped me.

No, seriously, it's really helped me
to keep going on this, and...

I feel like I'm on the road now. I think
that I owe a lot of it to you guys.

- So here's to all of you!
- To us!

We really are proud of you, Billy.

Yes, we all are. Hi, everybody.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hi, Alison.

Hi.

I'm just here to pick up takeout,
and I wanted to tell you

that I've been leaving
messages for you on your machine,

but I haven't heard from you.
Is everything all right?

I mean, you're not mad at me, are you?

No, that machine keeps acting up...

- So, yeah, we should talk.
- Definitely.

And I'm sure Alison has already given
you my congratulations,

but let me make it personal.

Call me.

- Bye, everybody.
- What was that?

Billy, if I were you,
I'd get my machine fixed.

Oh, that was good.

It's kinda weird isn't it?
How she just showed up like that.

She just showed up at Billy's
Dad's funeral. She wasn't asked there.

That's what I mean.
She should pick up what's going on.

I mean, he's ignoring her, avoiding her,
not returning her calls.

Well, that's partly me.

I've been erasing her messages.

Well, that puts
a different spin on things, doesn't it?

I don't know, man. I can't see why
you're throwing Amanda away.

Keep her around for a friend, at least.

- Keep her around?
- Never know what could happen.

You make her sound
like she's a lamp or something.

I think all he's saying is maybe
you should give her another look.

Unless you're finally gonna
step up to the plate with Alison.

Well, that's not likely.

So then what's the problem, man?

I mean, for a single guy,
you sure do make things complicated.

It's simple. I don't love the girl.
I'm not gonna string her along.

Maybe she doesn't want love.
Maybe she just wants the physical stuff.

Look, it's different for you,
you're not married.

Take it from me,
follow your libido while you can.

- So what happens when you're married?
- Well, actually... nothing.

You're still attracted to women.

I don't think there's
anything wrong with that.

I don't think it's something
you can turn off and on.

- Better keep it on low.
- Right. That's what I mean.

You can have an attraction to a woman,
even an intense one.

That doesn't mean you're
doing anything wrong, does it?

- This is all hypothetical. Right?
- Well, yeah, it's just conversation.

Something on your mind, Mr Hanson?

I was just thinking about
something Michael said tonight.

He was fishing for permission
to talk to this woman he's attracted to.

- Permission from you?
- Yeah. Me and Billy.

He just wanted to see what we thought.

- Seems like dangerous advice.
- How so?

Well, it seems to me
that you and I were lovers

way before we actually did it.

I'm not knocking this body,
but I fell for what's inside, you know?

Didn't you?

- Yeah, I guess I did.
- Good answer.

Now, about these body parts...

What do I look like, Superman?

- Yes.
- Good answer.

- Billy?
- Yeah? Come on in.

Before this gets out of control,
I wanted to apologize.

For what?

I erased Amanda's messages
off the machine,

she's been asking about you at work
and I didn't tell you.

No, it's a little
more than that, you lied.

I mean, you told me
she hadn't asked about me at all.

Well, I didn't want you
to get hurt again.

I told you before I left Seattle that
I didn't think she was right for you.

And you know I like to keep
my work life separate from my...

- Home?
- Right. Home.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

And I wanted to make it up to you
by taking you out to lunch tomorrow.

- I could see where you work.
- Sounds great.

I'm still going to get
my messages from now on, right?

Yes. I promise.

Good.

- Night, Alison.
- Good night, Billy.

- Hi. I'm looking for Billy Campbell.
- Oh, he's schmoozing with the boss.

I'm Cameron. You the girlfriend?

Oh, not exactly.
I'm meeting him for lunch.

The doctor cuts off his ears,
pulls his scalp up over his head

to cover the bald spot, and
he's got a full head of hair.

The doctor sews his ears back on
and he looks great,

he looks like he's again.
But, God, he's so hard of hearing.

Wait. You said you wanted a light piece
to balance the corruption story.

We should do something about this.
Men and hair.

The one thing
they can't stand to lose. It's great!

We can focus on LA men.
Replacement remedies of the ' s,

do women give a damn?
Et cetera, et cetera...

You want to do it?

Sure, I mean, of course it can't
compare to the dog wedding, but...

You'll never have to
worry about going bald.

You've got a great head of hair.
Does everyone tell you that?

Maybe it's none of my business,
but it looked pretty intense.

I mean, she had her hand in your hair,

and she's looking at you
like you're her next meal.

I don't believe this.
We were talking about hair.

You know?
A story about hair.

Fine, I'm just telling you what I saw.
What everybody in the office saw.

You don't want to believe me,
that's up to you.

I was in there. I know
what was going on. It was work.

What is going on with you?

Every time I'm around a female lately,
you're freaking out.

That is not true.

Amanda, the messages, and now this.
I mean, I'm all grown up.

You don't have to
protect me from women.

You don't have to keep them
from talking to me,

or worry about them hitting on me
at work. I can handle it myself, Mom.

Billy, thank you for lunch.
I've got to get back.

I'm making it on this job
because I have talent.

Because I can write.

So last night is two months since I've
been going out with Benjamin Hedick,

dermatologist
and model train enthusiast.

What a geek.

Anyway, we're at this wood paneled
steak house kind of place...

I'm thinking to myself, this is a
step up, I guess we're getting serious.

No, Kimberly, not with him.
You can do better, believe me.

Wait. Over pie and amaretto,

he tells me that his old girlfriend
from Cedars-Sinai wants to get married.

He wants me to be happy for them
and invites me to the wedding.

Oh, my...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I think
God did you a favor on that one.

Kimberly. Kimberly,
you're a beautiful woman.

You shouldn't waste your time
on guys like that.

What?

- Can I be honest?
- Sure.

I cried last night, but not over Hedick.

I cried because I'm falling for

a wonderful friend of mine
that I can never have.

Does this friend know how you feel?

- He does now.
- Oh, Kimberly...

I wish I knew how he felt.

I'd love to spend the night with him.

At least once.

- Hey, good-looking.
- Hey, what do you think?

I think...

I think this guy's a catch, Matt.

If things go well, maybe you guys
and Terrence and I can go out to dinner.

Rhonda, slow down.
We've hardly even met.

- Although I am pretty excited.
- You see.

- Hey, Billy.
- Hey, guys.

- Hey, how's the new job?
- Never-ending.

I'm going to be working all night.

- The price of success I guess.
- Yeah, I'm paying it.

Have a good night.

- Yeah, you too.
- Night.

And you, sir.
You have a very good night.

- I'm gonna do my best.
- I want details!

- Billy, hi.
- Hey.

Look, I just want to tell you...

I'm sorry about today. I made dinner.
I thought we could talk.

That's nice, but I've got to
get back to work. I'm on a deadline.

Good, then sit down. And let's eat.

I slaved for hours over a hot stove
getting the damn pasta sauce jar open.

Look, Alison, some of the things
you said about Nancy...

No, you were right.
I was completely out of line.

You know I think
you're a terrific writer.

If I get overprotective,
it's only cos I care.

I know. I'm sorry too.

I feel like I've messed things up
between you and Amanda.

Truth is, things weren't
that hot to begin with.

Every office has politics.
We'll work it out.

So you really think my boss
was hitting on me, huh?

Oh, who knows? Maybe she's
just a touchy-feely kind of person.

Work situations get weird sometimes.

Trick is to keep boundaries between
personal and professional life.

When to be political,
when to be a friend.

Isn't easy cos there aren't rules.

- Yeah. Well, you gotta trust your gut.
- Exactly.

You're a good judge of character.

- You know what you're doing.
- I've got to run.

I came back to change the shirt.

Gotta meet Nancy
at the office to go over my piece.

- What about my dinner?
- I'm sorry, just save something for me.

I'll have it for breakfast.

Kimberly!
I've been looking for you all day.

Kimberly, we gotta talk. Kimberly!

I just want to go home.

I was stupid to say anything.
Now I feel completely humiliated.

Well, don't. You're a wonderful,
bright, incredibly attractive woman,

and I don't want us
to lose what we have.

Give me a break. What we have is
a little flirtation that went too far.

- Listen, I didn't mean...
- I know, I know. It was a game to you.

I just started to take it too seriously.

Don't worry,
I won't make that mistake again.

Now, there...
Does that feel like a mistake?

Don't start something
you're not willing to finish.

Look, it's... It's just not that easy.

Let me know
when you figure it out, doctor.

- To first dates, awkward as they be.
- Hear, hear.

- You don't mind if I smoke, do you?
- No, no. Go ahead.

Nice part about a smoking section.
Light up without somebody calling cops.

- Want one?
- No, no thank you.

What a day.

I've been busting my ass
at work so hard,

this is the first nice dinner
I've had in ages.

- Hey, what's your specialty?
- Primarily, I'm working in the area of

large scale
industrial accident litigation.

Toxic spills,
equipment malfunction, the like.

Good for you, Scott.

Some of these big companies are
incredibly irresponsible and dangerous.

They put profit ahead of safety.

It's nice to know someone's
representing the underdog.

Actually, I represent the dangerous,
irresponsible companies themselves.

- They have rights too.
- Yeah, of course they do.

It's also incredibly lucrative.

Eventually, I want to open my own
practice that specializes in this work.

I'm more of an entrepreneur.

I'm not gonna sit on my butt
for ten years

waiting for some fart
to make me a partner.

No, of course not.

And I know what you do.
Social... something or other.

- Social work.
- Right.

Yeah, I run
a halfway house in Hollywood.

Right, I remember the case.

You decided to take your job back
rather than proceed with the litigation.

We were like, "What's this guy doing?
He's got an airtight case.

- He could walk away with major bucks."
- I wasn't in it for the money.

My feeling is,
earn all the money I can right now,

and then start indulging my altruism.

No, Scott.

You gotta, you gotta have a sense
of personal ethics about what you do.

Maybe, when I can afford 'em, I will.

You see, if I were you, I would open my
own private practice in Beverly Hills.

Rich kids have problems too, right?
You could make a k*lling.

What looks good?

- Hey, there.
- Hi, honey. I am so glad you're home.

You know, I feel like I haven't
seen you in years and years.

Yeah.

You were asleep when I got home
last night and gone when I got up.

- What's cooking?
- I'm roasting chicken.

Oh, really?

With tons of garlic,
just the way you like it.

Honey, this is going to take forever,
and I'm b*at.

- I'm going to grab a quick sandwich.
- No, no, no.

Why don't you just come over here
and sit down,

and I'll pour you a glass of wine.

Honey, what I really need
is a good night's sleep.

It might relax you.

- You know alcohol keeps me up.
- Exactly.

You know, the truth is,
I grabbed dinner at the hospital

and right now all I can think of is bed.

Oh, come on.
You understand, don't you?

Sure. We'll just
save it all for tomorrow.

This looks great.
Good night, sweetheart.

Good night.

Sorry, no club soda.
Hope mineral water's OK.

- It's fine, thanks.
- How was dinner?

Boring, but necessary.

Well, I've done as much as I could.

Here's the glossary
of drug terminology, like you asked.

Though I would still like to clarify
a few of the finer points

with the original author.

Come, sit.

This is good. Maybe you can call
the AMA tomorrow and pull some quotes.

Absolutely.

Thanks, Billy. You did a great job.
You really saved me some time.

No problem.

My neck is in such knots.
These -hour days are K*llers.

Would you mind just giving me a little,
a little rub right here?

- This side.
- Sure.

Oh, it's so good...
Don't ever stop.

- Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.
- What's the matter?

- Can't stand a little attention?
- I'm sorry. I have to go.

- Great, after all I've done for you.
- Oh, don't say that. That's not fair.

Oh, come off your high horse, Billy.

I found you attractive, forgive me.

So let's just forget
this ever happened, OK?

Fine. While we're at it, why don't
we forget about your promotion as well.

Say, baby...

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, how'd it go last night?

- Was it great?
- What'd you do? Lie and wait for me?

Matt, I'm on my way to class, OK?
You guys going out again this weekend?

Rhonda, he's just not my type.

What do you mean he's not your type?
He's fine, he's an attorney.

Did you sleep with him?

Yeah, we just hopped up on the table
after dessert and got it over with.

I didn't even like him.
We had nothing in common.

Maybe he was nervous.

He asked me out again.
I can't believe it.

See, you should go.
Give it another chance.

You waited until you met
someone like Terrence,

but I'm supposed to grab
the first hot guy that comes along?

- I didn't say that.
- Yes, you did.

That's exactly what you're saying.
It bugs me.

Do you think I'm
any different because I'm gay?

- I'm trying to encourage you.
- I want the same things you do.

I want someone I enjoy, someone
I'm attracted to on every level.

Someone I respect.
I'm willing to wait, just like you did.

- OK, you're right.
- OK.

I just wanted you to have a good time.

I wanted to have a good time too.

It ain't easy out there.

Since when have I ever slept
with someone on the first date?

Since when have you even had a date?

You know, believe it or not,
I do manage to keep some things private.

Really? Like what?

- You're impossible, you are.
- I'll see you later.

I'm in the shower this morning and I
started to think about work differently.

It's like a heavyweight
bout or something.

Amanda just wants me out cold and gone.

So instead of getting all mental
about how unfair it all is,

I've got to stand toe-to-toe
with her and bang heads.

Sound like a good plan?

Yeah, but your boxing metaphor is off.

Billy, what's going on?
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

OK.

No, I'm not fine.

- I'm a fact checker again.
- Oh, what happened?

I didn't want to sleep with Nancy.

She came on to you?

Yeah.

I don't want to talk about it.

Billy, this is terrible.

No, it's just stupid.
I should've done it.

I mean, hell, I'd probably be
associate editor in a matter of weeks.

I don't see what the big deal is.

She's not that bad looking,
and I'm a guy. I like sex.

It was like it's understood.
Like it was part of my job description.

She gets bent out of shape,
like I was the one who was out of line.

There was nothing
honest about it, either.

I mean, this was not about me,
it was about her power.

Billy, there are things you can do.

I mean, we can even get
legal help to help you force her

to give you your job back.

Thanks, but I have to
handle this myself.

I gotta go. I'm late for work.

- Bye.
- See ya.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Honey, since you finally have a day off,
why don't you meet me at the studio?

We'll have lunch on the roof.
We haven't done that in so long.

I'd love to, but I have to
go into the hospital anyway.

- I've got clinic patients to check on.
- Michael, you work too hard.

- OK. We'll have a great dinner tonight.
- OK.

- Promise?
- Promise.

- OK, you have a good day.
- You too.

Hi, Kimberly, it's me.

I need to see you.

Come in.

- We have to talk.
- No, we don't.

Look, I've been trying to figure out
if any of this was my fault.

If I gave you any signals,
or anything. I didn't.

You made me a staff writer,
and I'm good at it.

So you can't bust me back to fact
checker cos I wouldn't sleep with you.

I don't think you have the maturity
to be a staff writer, that's all. OK?

You're a liar.

I think you better get back to work.

- You can have your job. I quit.
- OK, goodbye.

You know, I really wanted this job.

I liked this magazine, I liked you.

I thought I was gonna learn from you.

But all I learned
was the same old thing.

Some people only use power
to make other people smaller.

And I think it's pitiful.

Billy, wait a minute.

Billy, that was very embarrassing
for me last night.

I don't know, I guess I hoped
you found me attractive, but I...

Don't you get it?

- You put my job on the line.
- Let me finish.

You know, I worked
my way up in this business.

I had to put up with a lot of come-ons.
I wrote it off as part of the territory.

I guess I was just looking
for a chance to turn the tables.

Well, you tried. Congratulations.

I was hoping you'd quit so I wouldn't
have to see your face this morning.

I almost let you walk through that door.

I feel bad about what happened,
and I'd like to make it right.

That's a hell of a lot better than I got
from the bosses that were all over me.

You want to give it a sh*t?

- Well, what do you want to do?
- You're a staff writer again.

No funny business from me, and just
hard work and good stories from you.

Well, if you throw in an apology,
you've got yourself a deal.

You drive a tough bargain.

I'm sorry.

- Hi.
- Hi. Come on in.

I thought maybe we could
talk over lunch.

I made salad nicoise,
nothing too heavy.

Do you want a glass of wine?

I have a chardonnay, but I forgot...

I forgot to chill it.

Kimberly...

I can't stop thinking about you.