Living Single (1993–1998): Season 1, Episode 22 - Who's the Boss? - full transcript
Oh, Khadijah, your cold
is definitely getting worse.
Synclaire, I told
you. I'm not sick.
I do not get sick.
I think you should see a doctor.
Synclaire, I'm not leaving.
This is Flavor's
special music issue.
It has to be done
in the right way.
In other words by me!
It's fine. Everybody
else in the office
is gonna get your
icky little germs.
Well, if I'm so sick
how come you're the
only one who has noticed?
Here are those
contracts you wanted.
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Do what you want ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Yes we're living ♪
♪ The single life yeah ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ And in a nineties
kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Keep your head up what ♪
♪ Keep your head
up that's right ♪
♪ Whenever this life get
tough you gotta fight ♪
♪ With my home‐girls
standing to my left and my right ♪
♪ True blue it's
tight like glue ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ And in a nineties
kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Haa ♪
So, Regine, when are
you gonna go back to work?
I'm not asking.
Shoot, as long as they're
remodeling the boutique
I am on a paid vacation.
Now, all I need is a
well‐oiled pool boy.
Hey.
‐ Hey, everybody. ‐ 'Hey.'
Guess, what've I got?
Cooties.
No. Dinner.
And some Kibble for you,
Max. Now go play dead.
So, since when did you
become so generous?
Well, since I have
an expense account
it's all perfectly legitimate as
long as we discuss business.
Now, do each one of you have
money in a bank
account some place?
‐ Oh, yeah. ‐ Yeah.
Good. Keep it there.
Okay, dinner with
prospective clients.
Here we go, Khadijah.
Whoopsie‐daisy.
Right. I can help myself.
I got the flu. I'm
not a old lady.
Oh, man. This is great.
Hey, you know how miserable
Khadijah gets when she's sick?
Mm‐hmm, I refuse to
live under the same roof
with her when she's like that.
Well, hey, fortunately
there's an abandoned
apartment across the street
and it's got your
name on the lease.
Here we go, Khadijah, up to bed.
Woo‐wo, woo‐wo‐wo..
Look. I got to prepare for
this meet with Ed Anderson.
We need his advertising.
Ed Anderson, I just read
about him in Black Enterprise.
He owns a chain of shoe stores,
right? What's it called? Um..
Shoe‐la‐la.
‐ Yeah. ‐ Don't laugh.
If Flavor gets this account
we'll be operating the
black for the first time.
Khadijah, I can handle the
meeting with Mr. Anderson.
In fact, I can handle
running the whole office.
Synclaire, no.
Okay, before you say no.
I'm up on every project.
I know the office inside out.
And all although I've never been
in charge of anything in my life
I know, I've got
great leadership skills.
You make a great argument.
What else can I say but no.
Uh, Khadijah..
Uh, there were some
people at my office
laid out for weeks
with this flu, baby.
Mm‐hmm. He's right. I wouldn't
wish it on my worst enemy.
Kyle, go sit a little
closer to Khadijah.
Come on, Khadijah, please.
Synclaire, look.
Alright, the office is yours.
I'm too sick to argue with you.
Yes!
I mean, get well soon.
Listen, listen.
I want you to reschedule
that Shoe‐la‐la meeting.
I'll handle Ed Anderson myself.
And I want you to
call me if you need me.
Call me if you don't need me.
As a matter of fact
just put me on the
speaker phone, okay?
And leave the line open.
Oh, Khadijah, you don't know
how much your trust means to me.
Thank you.
I'm so proud of you, girl.
I always knew you'd get a
chance to rule by default.
Hey, Regine, come here.
Since you off of work, uh..
Why don't you go
down to the office
and keep an eye
on Synclaire for me?
Khadijah, I'm not about
to spend my time off
to go down to the office
and spy on Synclaire.
In that case... can you please
stay home and take care of me?
Spying is good.
Spying's really good.
Oh, nothing's much has happened
Khadijah, everything's fine.
Alright.
Well, I started to do some
filing and then you called.
I started to do some
copying and then you called.
Oh, I started to call
you, but then you called.
Listen, I'm gonna free
up the line now because
you're getting ready to call.
Bye‐bye.
Oh, you're embarrassing me.
What? It's just
an ordinary laugh.
Okay.
Regine, you volunteered
to help me so start helping
and stop making personal calls.
Sorry.
Hello, Roger. Yeah, I got to go.
Synclaire is breathing
down my neck.
Um‐hmm, well,
Khadijah put her in charge.
'Exactly.'
I'll call you back.
Synclaire..
I need approval on this layout
before I send it to the printer.
Well, um, if Khadijah were
here, what would she say?
I don't know. She'd
probably tell me
to get this headline
a bigger font.
Alrighty. Font bigger. Go.
Good job, everyone.
Well done.
'Well done.'
Come now. Come now.
Synclaire..
You want to see a grown man cry?
Uh, that's very
secure of you, Russell
but no thank you, not really.
We're doing a
music issue, right?
And I'm the music editor.
What makes you think
you can make the headline
bigger on my layout?
Well, Khadijah asked
me to take care of things
while she was sick.
Huh. She got brain fever, eh?
Alright, what would you've done?
Same thing.
But it would've been me.
Doing it.
Font bigger. Go.
Bobo gal.
'Oh, my.'
This is more shocking than
that time I saw you naked.
Oh, Richard. I want
you to go away.
I get very cranky when I'm sick.
Very cranky.
Luckily, I can
take care of myself.
Yeah.
Did you take your medicine?
That stuff smell like feet.
Well, let's just see
if it tastes like feet.
Now, say ah..
Nah!
Um... good.
Well, if you like the
liquids, you'd love the pills.
Oh, look at that girly.
Give a brother a break.
You know, I promised Synclaire
I was gonna take care of you.
So, at least try some soup.
You can't make me.
Oh, come on.
There's chock‐full of
vitamin, mineral, protein.
Things you need to get well.
And I'm not budging
till this bowl is empty.
Now, come on.
You know, this is
not what I meant but..
The bowl is empty.
And, girl, I have just begun
to pour the tea, honey.
Oh, keep it coming, girl.
Is this company business?
Uh. Yes.
See, things were going
just fine for David and Fatima
until he caught her in
the dark room with Mike.
Regine, you don't
even know these people.
So what?
I'm in the loop.
Synclaire, why don't
you just stick a knife
in my heart and
twist, twist, twist?
No, Russell, that would be mean.
Oh, you're Russell.
You know what this is?
My column. Which I now
discover has been cut in half.
Thank you very much.
Russell, that was
Khadijah's decision.
She's the editor‐in‐chief.
Well, I want my column
printed in its entirety.
I'm sorry. I don't have
the authority to do that.
Huh!
So, you're just a puppet.
A lackey of the
corporate structure.
Sticks and stones, Russell.
Sticks and stones, man.
I can't believe this
chicken yard magazine.
And you in charge.
I can't work like this.
I quit!
Russell! Russell,
you can't quit.
We can't do the music
issue without you.
You should've
thought of that before
you sold your soul to the man.
Khadijah's not the man.
You don't have to be
a man to be the man.
Oh, what difference does
one little column make?
Huh, that one little column
is the aesthetic core
of the entire issue.
'It's my masterpiece.'
Plus it's got this great little
picture of me next to my name.
You can't quit!
You won't get
unemployment if you quit.
Finally, I'm free from
your creative tyranny.
Bye, everyone.
Yeah, well, you're fired!
Let that be a lesson to
all of you. Back to work.
What am I supposed
to tell Khadijah?
Okay.
Just tell her that Russell quit.
And the special music
issue won't be coming up
because you messed up.
Oh, there's no shame in that.
Oh, but, Regine, if Khadijah
thinks I can't handle this
I'm never gonna get another
chance to prove myself.
Now, that's not true, Synclaire.
The military takes
virtually anybody.
Oh, look at Khadijah.
'She's so sweet.'
Hey, Overton, how is she?
Nothing two aspirin and
a cattle prod wouldn't cure.
Ooh, Synclaire, you're home.
How's everything at the office?
What went wrong?
Nothing, Khadijah.
Don't you trust me?
Regine, what went wrong?
Oh, nothing.
No. She was great.
No conflicts.
Nobody raised their
voice and nobody quit.
No, no. Nothing like
that. Nothing at all.
But whoo, am I right! Woof.
Well, uh, I'd love to prop
you up, sweet thing, but
I got nothing left to give.
'Overton!'
What?
'Where's the TV guide?'
Coming.
'Overton!'
What?
'Change the channel!'
You have the remote.
'I can't reach it.'
I promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
'Overton!'
What?
'Don't forget to
cut off the crust.'
Okay.
‐ Hey, boy. ‐ 'What up, dude?'
I go that orange
juice you wanted.
Mm‐hmm.
Man, I'll never get Khadijah
to drink juice from concentrate.
Oh, Overton.
Man, what exactly are you doing?
She likes her toast
without the crust. Okay?
Overton, man, you're
going about this all wrong.
Her highness wants
toast? I don't think so.
Slap some jelly on
this bread like this.
She'll eat it and like it.
Observe.
Uh, yo, Khadijah.
Okay.
I've softened her up a bit.
And why don't you go
on and make that toast?
And... no crust, huh?
Thanks.
'Hey, Kyle.'
Forgot to wear your bib again?
Oh, Max, it's so
good to see you.
Ooh!
Oh, man.
Daggone.
Well, Overton.
Here's that jacket I
borrowed from you man.
Hey, Kyle, that jacket
I borrowed from you..
Max, I hope you're here
to take over. I'm tired.
Unfortunately. How's
the patient anyway?
Hey, well, I hate to think
of how miserable she'll be
when she gets pregnant.
Although not much
chance of that happening
if she keeps throwing food on me
when I get close to her bed.
And they say we
make the worst patients.
Personally, I think man have
a higher threshold for pain.
Oh, please, Kyle.
If you had to endure
cramps once a month
you'd knock yourself
out with a blunt object.
Max, what would you know
about what women go through?
Toast.
Right here.
Oh.
Good morning, Khadijah.
Feeling any better?
Oh, me. I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.
I don't care about..
Whoo!
Well, you got the soup.
You got the medicine.
Little juice left in the fridge.
Everything you need to take
care of Frankenstein in there.
Yeah, well, bump all that.
I've got everything
I need right here.
"May cause severe drowsiness."
I'm going to knock her out.
And then, I'm going
to raid the fridge
and I'm going to work.
Too bad that stuff
doesn't come in a dart.
Just be like..
‐ Did Russell call
yet? ‐ Uh, yes.
But he didn't want to talk
to you, so he left a message.
"As long as you're running
things, I shall never return.
"Also, I'm having a
party Saturday night
and everyone's invited."
I'm going. I don't care.
Bad news, Synclaire.
When Russell quit, he took
two other writers with him.
Now, we don't have
enough copy for the issue.
What?
Okay. Okay.
Carmen, you know how you've
been dying to break in to writing?
No.
Good. Here's your big chance.
Music. Write. Go!
Synclaire, there's a problem
in the lab and I need you..
What do you people want?
I'm dancin' as fast as I can.
Alright, back off! Back off!
Back off! Get away.
‐ Excuse me. ‐ What?
What do you want?
I‐I've got a 2 o'clock meeting.
The name is Ed Anderson.
I'm from Shoe‐la‐la.
Oh. Uh. Okay.
Well, in that case, please have
a seat in our waiting ...room.
Excuse me.
Synclaire, that's
the big shoe guy.
It's time to call Khadijah.
Oh, my god. I forgot to
reschedule the meeting.
I'm on a bus ride to hell.
Okay. There's only two
things left to do, alright?
Let go of the wall
and call Khadijah.
Hello, Khadijah?
Hi, it's me.
Things are a mess here.
Listen, oh, I'm sorry.
Just save the magazine.
I don't care about
myself anymore.
Mr. Anderson is here now.
Please tell me what to do.
Help.
Okay.
Uh, DJ love you, too, Grammy.
Okay. Bye‐bye.
‐ Well, what'd she say? ‐ Uh..
Well, I think she just wants
me to handle this on my own.
Well, send him in. Send him in.
Uh..
Uh, Mr. Anderson,
right this way, please.
You must be Ms. James.
Technically, yes.
Well, I'm looking forward
to hearing your presentation.
Yeah? Well, me, too.
Well, Mr. Anderson.
You sell shoes.
Uh, and who buy shoes?
People.
People with feet.
Our readers have feet.
In fact, we have twice
as many feet as readers.
Uh‐huh.
Uh, I don't have a lot of time.
Oh, well, who does?
Let's cut straight to
the chase, shall we?
Your stores in
Manhattan are doing well.
Very well.
And how about your
stores in Brooklyn?
Well, they could be better.
Well, that's why I'm here.
No, sir. That's why I'm here.
The majority of our
readers live in Brooklyn
and spend a good deal
of their disposable income
on clothing, accessories,
and footwear.
I'm gonna do you a pie chart.
Uh, that'll be quite alright.
You've give me
enough to think about.
Well, uh, think about this.
We could put a coupon
ad in next month's issue
and if your Brooklyn sales
don't increase, your ad is free.
You're that sure?
If I'm wrong, I'm dead.
Uh, Ms. James.
May I call you Khadijah?
Of course.
Then Khadijah,
you've got a deal.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I'll have my incredibly
efficient assistant.
Synclaire send
over the paper work.
Mm‐hmm.
Bye, now.
You worked it, Ms. Girl.
You worked it.
Now, you better get going
on that paper work, Synclaire.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm Khadijah, you're Synclaire.
Type on, sister.
For you, honeycomb.
Oh, you missed me.
No. I pity you.
Just spent three
days with Khadijah.
Ooh. Hi, Overton.
Nice flowers.
Nice? What the hell
you know about nice?
Girl, I can't even look at
a piece of toast anymore
without breaking out into hives.
I'm sorry, man.
Was I that bad?
Does a mink wear fur?
Well, cuz, you did make a
few mistakes while I was gone.
‐ Oh, here it comes. ‐ No, no.
On the other hand, you
did get the shoe account.
That was pretty damn good.
Well, to tell you the truth
I was making it
up as I went along.
Let me drop some science on you.
I do the same thing.
Yeah, you just got to trust
your instincts and hope for luck.
Okay, well, my instincts
are telling me to ask for
a couple of days off.
‐ You know? ‐
Uh, good instincts.
Bad luck.
Come on, now I
need you around here.
Hey, I'm here for you.
Uh, before you
start the struttin'..
Too late.
I do have one question.
Why is there a full‐page picture
of Russell in the magazine?
It was the only thing I
could do to coax him back.
He has a real problem
with women in power.
Khadijah, good to
see you, boss lady.
Got you a little
welcome back gift.
Don't mention it.
Ass kisser.
'Khadijah!'
What, Overton?
'I hate this juice.'
'Don't you have
anything with less pulp?'
I squeezed it myself.
'Well, I won't drink it.'
"May cause severe drowsiness."
'Khadijah!'
'No, Khadijah!'
'Where's the toast?'
It's coming.
Son of a..
is definitely getting worse.
Synclaire, I told
you. I'm not sick.
I do not get sick.
I think you should see a doctor.
Synclaire, I'm not leaving.
This is Flavor's
special music issue.
It has to be done
in the right way.
In other words by me!
It's fine. Everybody
else in the office
is gonna get your
icky little germs.
Well, if I'm so sick
how come you're the
only one who has noticed?
Here are those
contracts you wanted.
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Check check check it out ♪
♪ Do what you want ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Yes we're living ♪
♪ The single life yeah ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ And in a nineties
kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Keep your head up what ♪
♪ Keep your head
up that's right ♪
♪ Whenever this life get
tough you gotta fight ♪
♪ With my home‐girls
standing to my left and my right ♪
♪ True blue it's
tight like glue ♪
♪ We are living ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Single ♪
♪ And in a nineties
kind of world ♪
♪ I'm glad I got my girls ♪
♪ Haa ♪
So, Regine, when are
you gonna go back to work?
I'm not asking.
Shoot, as long as they're
remodeling the boutique
I am on a paid vacation.
Now, all I need is a
well‐oiled pool boy.
Hey.
‐ Hey, everybody. ‐ 'Hey.'
Guess, what've I got?
Cooties.
No. Dinner.
And some Kibble for you,
Max. Now go play dead.
So, since when did you
become so generous?
Well, since I have
an expense account
it's all perfectly legitimate as
long as we discuss business.
Now, do each one of you have
money in a bank
account some place?
‐ Oh, yeah. ‐ Yeah.
Good. Keep it there.
Okay, dinner with
prospective clients.
Here we go, Khadijah.
Whoopsie‐daisy.
Right. I can help myself.
I got the flu. I'm
not a old lady.
Oh, man. This is great.
Hey, you know how miserable
Khadijah gets when she's sick?
Mm‐hmm, I refuse to
live under the same roof
with her when she's like that.
Well, hey, fortunately
there's an abandoned
apartment across the street
and it's got your
name on the lease.
Here we go, Khadijah, up to bed.
Woo‐wo, woo‐wo‐wo..
Look. I got to prepare for
this meet with Ed Anderson.
We need his advertising.
Ed Anderson, I just read
about him in Black Enterprise.
He owns a chain of shoe stores,
right? What's it called? Um..
Shoe‐la‐la.
‐ Yeah. ‐ Don't laugh.
If Flavor gets this account
we'll be operating the
black for the first time.
Khadijah, I can handle the
meeting with Mr. Anderson.
In fact, I can handle
running the whole office.
Synclaire, no.
Okay, before you say no.
I'm up on every project.
I know the office inside out.
And all although I've never been
in charge of anything in my life
I know, I've got
great leadership skills.
You make a great argument.
What else can I say but no.
Uh, Khadijah..
Uh, there were some
people at my office
laid out for weeks
with this flu, baby.
Mm‐hmm. He's right. I wouldn't
wish it on my worst enemy.
Kyle, go sit a little
closer to Khadijah.
Come on, Khadijah, please.
Synclaire, look.
Alright, the office is yours.
I'm too sick to argue with you.
Yes!
I mean, get well soon.
Listen, listen.
I want you to reschedule
that Shoe‐la‐la meeting.
I'll handle Ed Anderson myself.
And I want you to
call me if you need me.
Call me if you don't need me.
As a matter of fact
just put me on the
speaker phone, okay?
And leave the line open.
Oh, Khadijah, you don't know
how much your trust means to me.
Thank you.
I'm so proud of you, girl.
I always knew you'd get a
chance to rule by default.
Hey, Regine, come here.
Since you off of work, uh..
Why don't you go
down to the office
and keep an eye
on Synclaire for me?
Khadijah, I'm not about
to spend my time off
to go down to the office
and spy on Synclaire.
In that case... can you please
stay home and take care of me?
Spying is good.
Spying's really good.
Oh, nothing's much has happened
Khadijah, everything's fine.
Alright.
Well, I started to do some
filing and then you called.
I started to do some
copying and then you called.
Oh, I started to call
you, but then you called.
Listen, I'm gonna free
up the line now because
you're getting ready to call.
Bye‐bye.
Oh, you're embarrassing me.
What? It's just
an ordinary laugh.
Okay.
Regine, you volunteered
to help me so start helping
and stop making personal calls.
Sorry.
Hello, Roger. Yeah, I got to go.
Synclaire is breathing
down my neck.
Um‐hmm, well,
Khadijah put her in charge.
'Exactly.'
I'll call you back.
Synclaire..
I need approval on this layout
before I send it to the printer.
Well, um, if Khadijah were
here, what would she say?
I don't know. She'd
probably tell me
to get this headline
a bigger font.
Alrighty. Font bigger. Go.
Good job, everyone.
Well done.
'Well done.'
Come now. Come now.
Synclaire..
You want to see a grown man cry?
Uh, that's very
secure of you, Russell
but no thank you, not really.
We're doing a
music issue, right?
And I'm the music editor.
What makes you think
you can make the headline
bigger on my layout?
Well, Khadijah asked
me to take care of things
while she was sick.
Huh. She got brain fever, eh?
Alright, what would you've done?
Same thing.
But it would've been me.
Doing it.
Font bigger. Go.
Bobo gal.
'Oh, my.'
This is more shocking than
that time I saw you naked.
Oh, Richard. I want
you to go away.
I get very cranky when I'm sick.
Very cranky.
Luckily, I can
take care of myself.
Yeah.
Did you take your medicine?
That stuff smell like feet.
Well, let's just see
if it tastes like feet.
Now, say ah..
Nah!
Um... good.
Well, if you like the
liquids, you'd love the pills.
Oh, look at that girly.
Give a brother a break.
You know, I promised Synclaire
I was gonna take care of you.
So, at least try some soup.
You can't make me.
Oh, come on.
There's chock‐full of
vitamin, mineral, protein.
Things you need to get well.
And I'm not budging
till this bowl is empty.
Now, come on.
You know, this is
not what I meant but..
The bowl is empty.
And, girl, I have just begun
to pour the tea, honey.
Oh, keep it coming, girl.
Is this company business?
Uh. Yes.
See, things were going
just fine for David and Fatima
until he caught her in
the dark room with Mike.
Regine, you don't
even know these people.
So what?
I'm in the loop.
Synclaire, why don't
you just stick a knife
in my heart and
twist, twist, twist?
No, Russell, that would be mean.
Oh, you're Russell.
You know what this is?
My column. Which I now
discover has been cut in half.
Thank you very much.
Russell, that was
Khadijah's decision.
She's the editor‐in‐chief.
Well, I want my column
printed in its entirety.
I'm sorry. I don't have
the authority to do that.
Huh!
So, you're just a puppet.
A lackey of the
corporate structure.
Sticks and stones, Russell.
Sticks and stones, man.
I can't believe this
chicken yard magazine.
And you in charge.
I can't work like this.
I quit!
Russell! Russell,
you can't quit.
We can't do the music
issue without you.
You should've
thought of that before
you sold your soul to the man.
Khadijah's not the man.
You don't have to be
a man to be the man.
Oh, what difference does
one little column make?
Huh, that one little column
is the aesthetic core
of the entire issue.
'It's my masterpiece.'
Plus it's got this great little
picture of me next to my name.
You can't quit!
You won't get
unemployment if you quit.
Finally, I'm free from
your creative tyranny.
Bye, everyone.
Yeah, well, you're fired!
Let that be a lesson to
all of you. Back to work.
What am I supposed
to tell Khadijah?
Okay.
Just tell her that Russell quit.
And the special music
issue won't be coming up
because you messed up.
Oh, there's no shame in that.
Oh, but, Regine, if Khadijah
thinks I can't handle this
I'm never gonna get another
chance to prove myself.
Now, that's not true, Synclaire.
The military takes
virtually anybody.
Oh, look at Khadijah.
'She's so sweet.'
Hey, Overton, how is she?
Nothing two aspirin and
a cattle prod wouldn't cure.
Ooh, Synclaire, you're home.
How's everything at the office?
What went wrong?
Nothing, Khadijah.
Don't you trust me?
Regine, what went wrong?
Oh, nothing.
No. She was great.
No conflicts.
Nobody raised their
voice and nobody quit.
No, no. Nothing like
that. Nothing at all.
But whoo, am I right! Woof.
Well, uh, I'd love to prop
you up, sweet thing, but
I got nothing left to give.
'Overton!'
What?
'Where's the TV guide?'
Coming.
'Overton!'
What?
'Change the channel!'
You have the remote.
'I can't reach it.'
I promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
Promised Synclaire.
'Overton!'
What?
'Don't forget to
cut off the crust.'
Okay.
‐ Hey, boy. ‐ 'What up, dude?'
I go that orange
juice you wanted.
Mm‐hmm.
Man, I'll never get Khadijah
to drink juice from concentrate.
Oh, Overton.
Man, what exactly are you doing?
She likes her toast
without the crust. Okay?
Overton, man, you're
going about this all wrong.
Her highness wants
toast? I don't think so.
Slap some jelly on
this bread like this.
She'll eat it and like it.
Observe.
Uh, yo, Khadijah.
Okay.
I've softened her up a bit.
And why don't you go
on and make that toast?
And... no crust, huh?
Thanks.
'Hey, Kyle.'
Forgot to wear your bib again?
Oh, Max, it's so
good to see you.
Ooh!
Oh, man.
Daggone.
Well, Overton.
Here's that jacket I
borrowed from you man.
Hey, Kyle, that jacket
I borrowed from you..
Max, I hope you're here
to take over. I'm tired.
Unfortunately. How's
the patient anyway?
Hey, well, I hate to think
of how miserable she'll be
when she gets pregnant.
Although not much
chance of that happening
if she keeps throwing food on me
when I get close to her bed.
And they say we
make the worst patients.
Personally, I think man have
a higher threshold for pain.
Oh, please, Kyle.
If you had to endure
cramps once a month
you'd knock yourself
out with a blunt object.
Max, what would you know
about what women go through?
Toast.
Right here.
Oh.
Good morning, Khadijah.
Feeling any better?
Oh, me. I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.
I don't care about..
Whoo!
Well, you got the soup.
You got the medicine.
Little juice left in the fridge.
Everything you need to take
care of Frankenstein in there.
Yeah, well, bump all that.
I've got everything
I need right here.
"May cause severe drowsiness."
I'm going to knock her out.
And then, I'm going
to raid the fridge
and I'm going to work.
Too bad that stuff
doesn't come in a dart.
Just be like..
‐ Did Russell call
yet? ‐ Uh, yes.
But he didn't want to talk
to you, so he left a message.
"As long as you're running
things, I shall never return.
"Also, I'm having a
party Saturday night
and everyone's invited."
I'm going. I don't care.
Bad news, Synclaire.
When Russell quit, he took
two other writers with him.
Now, we don't have
enough copy for the issue.
What?
Okay. Okay.
Carmen, you know how you've
been dying to break in to writing?
No.
Good. Here's your big chance.
Music. Write. Go!
Synclaire, there's a problem
in the lab and I need you..
What do you people want?
I'm dancin' as fast as I can.
Alright, back off! Back off!
Back off! Get away.
‐ Excuse me. ‐ What?
What do you want?
I‐I've got a 2 o'clock meeting.
The name is Ed Anderson.
I'm from Shoe‐la‐la.
Oh. Uh. Okay.
Well, in that case, please have
a seat in our waiting ...room.
Excuse me.
Synclaire, that's
the big shoe guy.
It's time to call Khadijah.
Oh, my god. I forgot to
reschedule the meeting.
I'm on a bus ride to hell.
Okay. There's only two
things left to do, alright?
Let go of the wall
and call Khadijah.
Hello, Khadijah?
Hi, it's me.
Things are a mess here.
Listen, oh, I'm sorry.
Just save the magazine.
I don't care about
myself anymore.
Mr. Anderson is here now.
Please tell me what to do.
Help.
Okay.
Uh, DJ love you, too, Grammy.
Okay. Bye‐bye.
‐ Well, what'd she say? ‐ Uh..
Well, I think she just wants
me to handle this on my own.
Well, send him in. Send him in.
Uh..
Uh, Mr. Anderson,
right this way, please.
You must be Ms. James.
Technically, yes.
Well, I'm looking forward
to hearing your presentation.
Yeah? Well, me, too.
Well, Mr. Anderson.
You sell shoes.
Uh, and who buy shoes?
People.
People with feet.
Our readers have feet.
In fact, we have twice
as many feet as readers.
Uh‐huh.
Uh, I don't have a lot of time.
Oh, well, who does?
Let's cut straight to
the chase, shall we?
Your stores in
Manhattan are doing well.
Very well.
And how about your
stores in Brooklyn?
Well, they could be better.
Well, that's why I'm here.
No, sir. That's why I'm here.
The majority of our
readers live in Brooklyn
and spend a good deal
of their disposable income
on clothing, accessories,
and footwear.
I'm gonna do you a pie chart.
Uh, that'll be quite alright.
You've give me
enough to think about.
Well, uh, think about this.
We could put a coupon
ad in next month's issue
and if your Brooklyn sales
don't increase, your ad is free.
You're that sure?
If I'm wrong, I'm dead.
Uh, Ms. James.
May I call you Khadijah?
Of course.
Then Khadijah,
you've got a deal.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I'll have my incredibly
efficient assistant.
Synclaire send
over the paper work.
Mm‐hmm.
Bye, now.
You worked it, Ms. Girl.
You worked it.
Now, you better get going
on that paper work, Synclaire.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm Khadijah, you're Synclaire.
Type on, sister.
For you, honeycomb.
Oh, you missed me.
No. I pity you.
Just spent three
days with Khadijah.
Ooh. Hi, Overton.
Nice flowers.
Nice? What the hell
you know about nice?
Girl, I can't even look at
a piece of toast anymore
without breaking out into hives.
I'm sorry, man.
Was I that bad?
Does a mink wear fur?
Well, cuz, you did make a
few mistakes while I was gone.
‐ Oh, here it comes. ‐ No, no.
On the other hand, you
did get the shoe account.
That was pretty damn good.
Well, to tell you the truth
I was making it
up as I went along.
Let me drop some science on you.
I do the same thing.
Yeah, you just got to trust
your instincts and hope for luck.
Okay, well, my instincts
are telling me to ask for
a couple of days off.
‐ You know? ‐
Uh, good instincts.
Bad luck.
Come on, now I
need you around here.
Hey, I'm here for you.
Uh, before you
start the struttin'..
Too late.
I do have one question.
Why is there a full‐page picture
of Russell in the magazine?
It was the only thing I
could do to coax him back.
He has a real problem
with women in power.
Khadijah, good to
see you, boss lady.
Got you a little
welcome back gift.
Don't mention it.
Ass kisser.
'Khadijah!'
What, Overton?
'I hate this juice.'
'Don't you have
anything with less pulp?'
I squeezed it myself.
'Well, I won't drink it.'
"May cause severe drowsiness."
'Khadijah!'
'No, Khadijah!'
'Where's the toast?'
It's coming.
Son of a..