Ugly Betty (2006–2010): Season 4, Episode 12 - Blackout! - full transcript
Betty tries to be neighborly by planning a karaoke party in her apartment building, but before the big day, her building is robbed, and it's partly her fault. Marc is distraught since he lost something irreplaceable in the theft. Meanwhile, Daniel and Wilhelmina are back to being at each other's throats, so Amanda tricks them into attending couples counseling with Dr. Sparks, and Ignacio refuses to accept Bobby in Hilda's life. Then a citywide blackout ups the ante for everyone.
A pair of queens?
Well, I'm king around here,
so don't forget it!
Oh, my gosh! I'm sorry.
Are you guys okay?
- That was so great!
Justin, your Stanley is perfect!
Betty, I'm not sure, you may have
put the "blah" in Blanche.
Well, you didn't exactly put
the "stellar" in Stella.
You are so getting into
Lena Korvavinky's class!
I can feel it.
It's Lena Korvinka!
How do you not know that?
She is only the most famous
living actress of our time!
I think it is so cool
that you get to audition for her.
- Her classes are legendary.
- I know. She's probably seen it all.
I wonder if A Streetcar Named Desire
is a little too obvious.
I may need to rethink this.
I'm so nervous for him.
I hope he gets this.
I know. High school hasn't exactly
been a picnic for him.
That's why Bobby and I are gonna wait
until this whole thing is over
until we tell him about the baby.
you guys are gonna tell him together?
- That sounds promising.
- I know!
Okay, I'm ready to go.
Wait, you guys are leaving already?
I thought that maybe you could stay,
and we could have
dinner or something.
I made dinner plans with Bobby.
Yeah, and I have to decide
on my comedic monologue.
It's between Moli?re
and one of Brad's breakdowns
from The Rachel Zoe Project.
Well, that's too bad
'cause I made too much pasta
and I was hoping you guys
would help me eat the leftovers.
All right, well, I guess I'm just used
to making enough for me and Matt.
Oh. You want me to cancel?
I'll call Bobby.
No! No, come on. Don't be silly. Go!
It's not like I have nothing to do.
It's going to be another cold one,
so bundle up and watch out for the ice.
In other news,
a woman in Midtown was found dead
in her apartment yesterday
after almost a month.
Sources say that, though the woman
lived in the building for 12 years,
none of her more than 50 neighbors
really knew her
or noticed her absence.
I saw her through the window once,
eating her pasta alone.
Looked like she made too much.
I guess the old saying is true,
you really can be alone in a crowd.
Hey! Guys, I was just thinking.
Wouldn't it be fun if the three of us
walked to work together some day?
I mean, seeing as we do live
across the hall from each other
We live across the hall
from each other?
Yeah, when I say, "Don't go in the hall,
it's there," that's what I mean.
Okay, so we're doing the mean thing.
I just think that it's weird
that I don't know anyone else
in the building.
I mean, do either one of you
ever talk to anybody else?
But we do leave nasty notes
on the bulletin board downstairs
for some of them.
Synonymously, of course.
See, here's the problem
with living in an apartment complex.
People come home,
they close their doors,
they shut out the rest of the world,
and no one takes any time
to even get to know their neighbors.
You should really do something
about that, Betty.
You know what? I'm going to.
She's a real go-getter, isn't she?
If only she'd apply
some of that pluck to her chin hair.
See you later.
- Good one.
- Thank you.
Oh, and could you also make up
some more media kits
when you get a chance?
I'm gonna need Marc
for the rest of the day
to help organize the wild vest shoot.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second.
I can't spare Marc today.
Daniel, I am working as both
editor-in-chief and creative director.
Until we hire a senior fashion editor,
I have to have Marc available to me.
Look, I'm sorry you're so overwhelmed,
but I need him, too.
To what? Schedule your naps?
You know what?
I've had just about enough out of you.
I've been more than kind
in sharing Marc with you
over the past few weeks, but that's it.
He is off-limits to you.
What? You can't cut me off
from my own assistant.
He's not your assistant anymore.
Let me get one thing
through that giant egghead of yours.
I will get Marc back. This is not over.
Hi! I'm Betty.
I just moved back into the building
- and I was wondering if maybe you...
- Not interested.
Hi, want to come
to a karaoke party in 5G?
"Jackass. " That's not very nice.
Hey! Hey, could you let us in?
- Thank you so much!
- Thank you. Thanks.
- We were about to freeze out here.
- Yeah, looks like you were turning blue.
- Do you guys live in the building?
- We're moving in today.
Yeah, in all the craziness,
we managed to lock ourselves out.
Oh, that's awful! I'm Betty, by the way.
- I'm Gus and that's Vickie.
- You know what?
I just so happen to be throwing
a neighborly karaoke party
in my apartment tomorrow night. Come!
You don't have to sing
if you don't want to.
- I mean, I will, but...
- My God, how nice! Thank you!
- Yeah! Great. See you tomorrow.
- All right, bye.
- Okay. Bye. Thank you.
- Okay, bye.
I want to kill myself!
Wilhelmina and Daniel
will not stop fighting over me.
This m?nage ? moi has got to stop.
I hate being in the middle.
unless there's a Gyllenhaal involved.
This totally reminds me
of when I was 12
and my parents separated.
I got so good at manipulating them.
They even bought me a chimp.
I named him Rainbow.
Oh, that's so cute.
But then I got bored of him
and left him in a cab.
Not as cute.
I just can't take much more
of this bickering.
Oh, you poor little gayby.
as the child of an almost broken home,
I totally know how you feel.
I just got an amaze-balls idea.
Why don't you let me work
some of my manipulative magic
on Mommy and Daddy Mode?
Actually, you know what? Go ahead.
But I can't hear about anything
or be involved in any way.
Besides, I already have
my own plan in motion
for how to get myself out of this mess.
- What is it?
- It's top secret.
Don't screw up
whatever you're gonna do, okay?
Ten-four. This has been re-confirmed.
Excuse me. What happened?
Our building got broken into.
A whole bunch of the apartments
Look, they even stole our planter.
- Oh, no!
- Oh, yeah.
But a neighbor
saw what was happening,
so he called the police.
And now they're scanning
through security footage
to see if they can find a positive ID.
- That's them!
They're the ones
I saw running off with our planter.
Hey, who's the dink letting them in?
Wait a minute.
You're the dink!
I mean, how was I supposed to know
that they were burglars?
Well, it's always the fresh-faced ones
that get you.
All I can say is it's a good thing
they didn't get as high as our floor.
They did. Amanda didn't tell you?
They stole her silver bag.
You mean the silver bag
with the huge gold skull
- that's either hideous or brilliant?
I told her I would buy her
a new one, but...
He runs so funny.
I feel awful.
I just wish there was a way
I could make it up to the building.
All of my neighbors hate me now.
wrote the word "die" in huge letters
across the party invitation I posted.
You do the redlining on these
since you have the assistant.
It's been a real joy
to have her back in the office.
- Is there anything I can do to help?
You can get me one of those
electric dog fences for the doorway.
Something that'll shock Wilhelmina
every time she comes in.
Daniel, I don't think
that would even work on her.
But it might work in my building.
After careful thought,
I've decided to use
a classic Parent Trap technique
with Daniel and Wilhelmina.
Great, fine, whatever.
Listen, remember yesterday
when you borrowed my laptop
and before you left
you put it into your silver bag?
- The one you said was hideous?
- Or brilliant.
You took my laptop out of the bag
before it got stolen, right?
Please, please, please, please, please,
please tell me that you did.
- Okay, I did.
- Thank God. Where is it?
Is this a trick question?
Oh, my God. Oh, God!
This is a disaster.
My entire life is on that computer!
Marc, I know you're upset,
but it's not like
"Hot Guys of the Israeli Army"
can't be downloaded again.
I'm not talking about Oy, the Boys!
There is stuff on that computer
that is the key to my future
and now it is gone.
I'm going to be sick.
Okay, Marc, don't worry.
I got you covered!
This Wilhelmina and Daniel thing
is in the bag.
I'm sorry. I...
Justin! I want to be supportive
but the pacing has to stop.
Okay. I'll just go upstairs.
Hey, I got us some scary movies.
Lady at the rental place
said they were campy fun.
I can't, Grandpa.
No one likes campy fun
as much as I do,
but I'm a little wound up right now.
Maybe I'll feel better
after my run-through
at the audition space tonight.
- Need a ride? I could take you.
- Bobby and I already got it covered.
Okay, this has to stop.
What are you talking about?
The way you act every time
Bobby's name comes up.
Come on, I thought maybe
you could come with me
to the doctor's appointment
See your new grandkid.
Is he gonna be there?
If by "he" you mean Bobby, yeah,
the father of my child
is gonna be there.
He wants to be there
every step of the way.
yourself, mi hija.
Can't you see that
this Bobby character's not reliable?
Bobby and I are gonna be a family,
so you'd better get used to it.
Thank you, everyone, for coming.
Not as big a turnout as I hoped.
But one, two, three, four of us.
That's not bad, right?
Don't count me.
I'm just getting my mail.
So, after yesterday's
which I feel partially responsible for...
Partially? It was your fault.
Okay, I mean,
I didn't rob the building myself.
I made an innocent mistake.
Anyway, I spoke to our landlord, Mr. Z,
and arranged for him to install
an electronic locking device
on our doors.
Now, none of us will ever
have to worry about "lost keys" again
because we'll have the option
of using a passcode,
which I will now choose
based on your thoughtful suggestions.
The new building passcode is "fart!"
Okay. I guess I'll just pick another one.
What's wrong with "fart?"
First you get us robbed and now
you won't even take our suggestions?
Fine. The building has spoken.
I will have Mr. Z notify everyone
that the new building passcode
is "fart. "
Okay, now for the cutting of the...
Marc! You just ruined my ribbon!
Yeah? Well, you ruined my life!
So I guess we're even.
What are you talking about?
My laptop was in Amanda's silver bag!
I'm sorry. I can call HR.
Maybe insurance will cover it.
Really? Will they also cover
my lost submission material
for the new senior fashion editor's job?
Huh? Will they?
Wow. You were applying for that?
News flash, you're not the only one
with hopes and dreams.
So, Marc went home sick, huh?
- He has looked pretty tired lately.
So, it looks like all you have left
is your 6:15 in the lounge.
Oops! Strike that.
Forget I ever said anything
or she'll kill me.
What? Who will kill you?
Wilhelmina. I wasn't supposed
to tell you about that meeting.
She said something about
wanting to take it alone.
- She did, did she?
Well, I guess she's in
for a very big surprise.
Marc went home sick?
He'd never have the nerve
to do that on my watch.
Why are you still here?
Oh. Marc left your schedule with me.
I thought you might want to go over it.
- Because you do have an appointment.
But don't you want me to tell you
about the 6:15 meeting that Dad...
I mean, Daniel is running.
- Did you just refer to Daniel as "Dad?"
- No, Mom! I mean, Wilhemommy!
I mean, Daniel set up a meeting
that he doesn't want you to know about
in the lounge!
Look, I don't know what kind of
kinky relationship you and Daniel have,
but "Daddy" is not keeping me
from any meeting.
I am so getting
another chimp out of this.
Come on, Marc! I'm not gonna leave
till you open the door!
I'm in the middle of anger-eating
a seven-cheese lasagna.
I just want to apologize.
I think it's great that you're applying
for the senior editor position.
So you don't think
it's out of my league?
I think it's a big step up,
but you're perfect for it.
Of course I am. But it doesn't matter.
Wilhelmina's gonna make
her decision by tomorrow,
so all of the submission materials
have to be on her desk by tonight.
And there is no way that I can recreate
everything that I did
by myself by midnight.
Well, what if I helped you?
- Ugh, forget it, Betty.
- No, let me do this.
I would feel so awful if you missed
this opportunity because of me.
What do you have to lose?
- Can I have a piece of lasagna?
I should have known you'd try
and pull a stunt like this.
Well, I'm not the one
booking secret meetings
and trying to get away with it, am I?
- Yes, you are. That's why I'm here.
- What the hell are you talking about?
If neither of us booked this meeting,
who is this?
I'm your couples counselor.
And by the looks of it,
I have my work cut out for me.
Is this some kind of joke?
- Who would do this?
- As if you didn't know, Daddy-o.
This is ridiculous, I'm leaving.
Well, I've clearly identified
the beta dog in this relationship.
I hope for your sake
you didn't just use the words
"dog" or "beta" in relation to me.
Sorry. I was merely referencing
a common behavioral pattern.
The first person to leave a room
tends to be the weaker one.
Is that so?
I found my fancy paper!
"Matt-less in Manhattan?"
You're not seriously thinking of using
that as a title for something, are you?
It's for my blog.
I forgot it was up on the screen.
How do you want to do this?
You want to dictate while I type?
I don't know. I had all these mock-ups
and customized layouts and...
It took me weeks
to make all the decisions.
- This is never gonna be as good.
- Yes, it will be, Marc. You're great.
I have to be more than great!
This is a senior position!
I have to wow them.
Okay, well, then we'll wow them.
We've got all night and neither of us
have anything else to do.
- Hi. We're here for your party.
I assumed no one was coming
after the whole burglary thing.
What? So you don't want us here?
No, I... Yes, I do. I did.
It's just, this last-minute project thing
sort of came up and I'm a little...
What's going on?
She's canceling on us!
After everything she's put us through?
- She owes us!
See, this is why you should never
get to know your neighbors.
And even though
I spent years working my way to the top
while Daniel here had the same job
handed to him on a silver platter
by his father,
I've always treated him with respect.
That is such bull.
You've always been a bitch to me,
only now she's being a super bitch.
You see what I have to deal with?
It's the name-calling
that hurts the most.
Okay, time out!
She is totally faking right now.
This is not her.
she calls me names all the time.
she called me an egghead.
I was merely
making an observation.
Can I help it if your head
has a weird elliptical arc to it?
Do you see this? She's insulting me.
All because I wouldn't let her
get her way with Marc.
As if you could ever keep me
from having my way!
Get over yourself already! Come on!
I guess we're done here.
I'm sorry to have wasted your time.
On the contrary,
this has been very enlightening.
And I think I may have pinpointed
the source of your issue.
Look, I'm sorry.
Wilhelmina is the last person
I would ever be interested in.
Well, her body language
that she just might be interested in you.
- Wait, her what seemed to suggest...
- Please have a seat.
There are many non-verbal signals
to indicate desire.
when someone steps into your space
and refuses to relinquish it.
Or if there is mirroring
of speech or movement.
In the animal kingdom,
it can be as simple as a female
presenting her backside.
If you want to stop the hostility,
you've got to find a way
to defuse the sexual tension.
It's fine, Betty.
Just get over to your party.
I will in a minute!
Oh! What about this image?
- It looks kind of flowy.
- Oh, my God! I just had a brilliant idea!
What if we layer real material
over the images
to create a kind of
three-dimensional work of art?
- Yeah, go with that! I'll be right back!
- Okay! Okay!
Sorry! Sorry, everybody!
I'm sorry, we just have to try and keep
the music low for a little bit longer.
Betty, I am working my ass off here.
Please don't take away my music.
We'll be left with conversation
and that is not gonna work
with this house of trolls.
Frank! You know Mrs. Varner, right?
I mean, have you two ever spoken?
You have so much in common.
You live in 2C and she lives in 3C.
- So, you're above me?
- What, do you wear wooden shoes?
- Listen, I can hear you pee!
- Great, we're talking. I'll be back.
- No, please don't go, Betty! Don't go!
- I've got to drop these off.
- I'll be back in two seconds.
- You don't have to. I'm finished.
What? Wow, that's incredible!
I know, I'm a genius.
Now I just have to get it packed up
and over there before the deadline.
Gee, I wonder what I'm gonna put it in.
If only I had that brilliant skull bag.
All right, let's not live in the past.
Just go! Go! And good luck!
you know that I'm not one
to get all gushy...
Oh, thank God you're here.
I'm running out of body parts
to entertain people with.
- Hey. Can we turn on the music yet?
- I can do better than that!
I can hook up the karaoke machine!
We're gonna party tonight! That's right!
I didn't realize you were still here.
Well, I am.
Can we be done
with the small talk now?
Wait. She just folded
her arms. Is she mirroring me?
Damn it. What is this?
Oh, my God. She's presenting.
Was that guy right?
What are you doing?
This is ridiculous.
Whoo! All right,
let's get this party started!
It's so horrible, but I can't look away.
Like a moth to a flame,
burned by desire.
She's baring her teeth.
She totally wants to jump my bones!
Did I blow a fuse?
- Oh, no. Oh, no.
No! Please! Please!
I think you blew more than a fuse.
Oh, my God.
brought darkness to the land.
Ooh, is that you, Amanda?
I thought that was my butt.
You know what's cool about blackouts?
They sort of bring everyone together.
Wait, where's everyone going?
Me and a bunch of the neighbors
are throwing a blackout party.
You don't mind if I take those, do you?
why don't you guys just stay here?
No offense, Betty,
but your place is really dark.
It's a blackout. It's dark everywhere.
Out of my way, you freaks!
I can't get out!
Yeah, well, apparently none of us can,
because Mr. Fremont just said
we're trapped in the building.
Oh, my God. The door.
Why today of all days
did you have to have an electrical lock
installed on our front door?
I'm sorry. I had no idea
something like this could happen.
It's like I'm destined for failure.
I just have to accept the fact
that I'm gonna be an assistant
for the rest of my life.
Come on, Marc. Don't talk like that.
Look, Wilhelmina has to make
It's a blackout!
No, she doesn't. She loves working
during natural disasters.
She's probably there
going through submissions right now.
Remember the blizzard of 2003?
She closed an entire issue by herself.
We could take the fire escape.
It's pitch-black out there, Betty,
and everything's covered in ice.
I will slip. I will break something.
I have the bones of a sparrow.
It's no use.
I think if we put our minds together,
we could come up with a solution.
Just give it up, Betty.
You've done enough.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! What's your problem?
All right, thank you.
Apparently there is
a city-wide blackout.
The maintenance guy said
we may be here a while.
So, I guess
we should just sit tight, huh?
Only you would consider
sitting tight a plan.
A real man would find us a way
to get out of this damn thing.
I am a real man, okay?
I'm more of a man than you'll ever be.
What the hell was that?
That was me trying to defuse
the sexual tension between us.
- The what?
- Oh, come on, Willie.
We both know the reason
you're so hostile with me
is that you secretly want me.
Now that that's out on the table,
maybe you and I can handle this
like two adults.
Hey, can I put my head down yet?
No! I told you,
you have to wait 10 minutes.
The way you're acting you'd think
that I was the one that attacked you.
Yeah, I had every right to attack you.
I was protecting my home
from an intruder.
Come on, I wasn't intruding.
I was coming to check
on Justin and Hilda.
Make sure they were all right
during the blackout.
Yeah? And why weren't you with them?
Hilda said you were going together
to take Justin for his walk-through.
I got stuck at work.
I didn't know being a thug
required such dedicated hours.
Hey, come on.
Is it so hard to believe that
I'm not the same person I was at 17?
I love your daughter.
And I plan on being around for her
and the new baby, and Justin, too.
You may have my daughter
and grandson fooled
with this good-guy routine.
But you're not fooling me.
Not for nothing,
you know what I think, Mr. Suarez?
I think that you're secretly worried
that I am a good guy.
Because if that's the case,
then they won't depend
on only you anymore.
And you can't handle that.
I'm gonna go wait in the other room.
Here. You have some blood.
I'd offer to dab it for you,
but I'm afraid
you'd start licking my fingers.
Okay, you made your point.
I misread the signs.
But if it's not sexual tension,
then why the hell have you been
so mean to me lately?
- It can't just be about Marc.
- Actually, it is.
As hard as it is for me to admit,
Marc is the most important man
in my life.
Oh, come on,
is that the same load of crap
you were trying to sell
the couples counselor?
Look, I know Marc might not
walk like a man,
or talk like a man,
and his features are vaguely lesbian,
but the truth is he's been
my one constant over the years.
If I were on my deathbed,
he'd be the person I'd call.
Clearly we can't keep pulling Marc
back and forth between us.
It's not fair to us or him.
We have to figure something out.
I'll do anything
as long as you don't touch me again.
I took another look at the fire escape
and it really doesn't look so bad.
- I have a ton of salt in my apartment.
- And in your diet!
Look, I understand that you're angry.
But I think it would be helpful
if we just tried to be in the solution.
- Mi hija, thank God you answered.
I just got a text from your sister.
She and Justin are fine.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
It's just, we have to get out
of the building
and the stupid electric door won't open.
Sweetie, what can I do?
Nothing. Unless you know someone
who can pick a lock.
Okay, Chipmunk, you got a red wire,
a yellow wire and a green wire.
All right, move them all to the left.
I'm gonna try and be really careful
and not let them touch,
but my hands are a little shaky, though.
There's no electricity.
I just want you
to be able to see the cylinder.
I see it!
Good. Now, go ahead and stick
the screwdriver in the cylinder.
And turn it clockwise
till you hear a little click.
now you're gonna go counterclockwise
until the deadbolt slides open.
- That's it.
- It worked! It worked!
Of course it did.
What do you think, I'm an amateur?
I'm not a professional, neither.
Bobby, I owe you so big.
What is your favorite cologne?
Because sometimes at work
we get free...
I've got to go.
I've got to say, I still can't believe
that you broke us out
of our own apartment building.
That was bold, Suarez.
Even for someone who sometimes
wears socks with heels.
I just hope the neighbors
aren't too mad at me.
I really felt like I was making
progress with them tonight,
until they all left to go
to Amanda's party.
- Why do you care what they think?
- I don't know.
I was just trying
to make connections with people.
I've had a really hard year, you know?
My best friend left to Scotland, Matt left,
and I moved away from my family.
Sometimes I feel like I get home
and I could close the door and die
and no one would know
until they smelled my rotting corpse.
- I guess you never feel lonely, huh?
- No. My life is way too fabulous.
Is that Meade?
It looks so weird all dark.
How could we be so stupid?
Meade is, like, electric everything!
We're never gonna be able to get in.
Once again, life has pooped
on the head of Marc St. James!
That's... I've had it.
Wait! Where are you going?
We just made it all the way here!
No! No! I don't want to hear it!
The only reason that I tried to reach
above my means is because of you!
Because I thought, "What would
Betty do if she were in my position?"
She'd be all, like,
"Oh, reach for the stars!
"And unicorns and lollipops
So why can't I? Well... Look at me!
This is why!
I have had it up to here
with your sunny optimism.
Yeah? Well, I've had it up to here
with your negativity!
All you ever do is complain.
"I'm Marc St. James.
Everything bad happens to me.
"I never get what I want.
I'm always the bun. "
Have you ever tried, just once,
to think happy thoughts?
Please. What do you want me to do?
Clap if I believe in fairies?
- Yeah, I want you to clap!
I believe in fairies, Betty!
- We believe!
- Come on out!
Don't forget your fairy dust!
- That's good!
- Thank you. Thank you very much!
- You're welcome!
Oh, my God!
Oh, great, great!
- Come on, Betty! Come on!
Here you go, Bobby.
It's not poison, I promise. It's scotch.
Yeah, all right. Thanks.
Thank you, for helping Betty.
I'm sorry I blew up at you
before, you know.
I was talking out of my ass,
I didn't mean any of it.
Yes, you did.
And you were right.
- I was?
- Well, partially.
I'm not totally convinced
that you're not still a thug.
But these last few weeks,
I've seen how great you've been
with Hilda and Justin.
it was hard to see myself replaced.
I guess I got a little jealous.
- Come on, of me?
- Get out of here, that's...
- I could never take your place.
- I know.
I really messed you up, didn't I?
I'm just gonna be two seconds.
I want to grab something here
from my desk.
I'm sorry, Marc.
Well, we tried.
Did you see her head?
- Man, it rolled right off!
- That's disgusting!
- Hey! You're back!
- Hey, hey!
How was the walk-through?
We never made it.
We were stuck in the subway all night.
- Wait, you texted me you were fine.
- Yeah, well, I'm not stupid.
It was pitch-black and terrifying.
Should I have texted you that?
I learned today that Mom is not good
in high-pressure situations.
So she's not coming
to my audition tomorrow.
- Baby, what happened to your face?
- Your father attacked me with a pie pan.
Man, you got off easy.
You're lucky I didn't use
my steel casserole dish.
Okay, wait, whoa, whoa.
I am so confused.
Let me clear something up.
I've been a stubborn old man.
And I'm sorry
for the way that I've been acting.
Anyway, if that offer's still good for me
to see my grandkid tomorrow,
I'd like to go.
That is, if Bobby doesn't mind.
- I'd like that.
- All right.
I'd like that a lot.
- All right.
Good morning, Willie.
Uh, I got that stuff you wanted.
Where would you like me to put it?
Next to me is fine.
So, did you and Daniel decide
which of you I'd be working for yet?
Yes, you'll be working for me.
As my newest fashion editor.
Great, I'm glad that you got...
Wait. Did you just say...
So you had me order champagne
and flowers for me?
Well, you didn't honestly think
I'd do it myself, did you?
Of course not.
So, I'm the new senior fashion editor?
You're not qualified for that job.
I decided I didn't need one.
I'm gonna use the money for
our new junior fashion editor.
Willie, is this promotion just so you
could keep Daniel from winning me?
Don't be ridiculous.
You think I'd give you a promotion
if you didn't deserve it?
Willie, thank you. Thank you so much!
- I'm not the emotional type.
But you can write yourself
a nice note from me.
- Excuse me.
I've never had so many people
crammed in here at one time.
- Well, we're a tight-knit family.
I can see that.
- Yeah, it's how we do it.
- Hey. Wow, look at that.
Hey, that little dot, that's him?
- Or her.
- Yeah, or her.
Is something wrong?
I'm not seeing a heartbeat.
Are you sure?
I'm very sorry.
Can I get you anything?
I'm just thinking.
I finally got my head
around this baby and...
How it's gonna fit into our little family.
- And now we won't even be one.
Listen to me, baby or no baby,
we're gonna be a family.
All right, I'm not going anywhere.
We thought you might want something.
Tea and cookies.
Oh, my God!
I just got off the phone
with Lena Korvinka!
She loved my audition and wants to
formally invite me to join her class!
- Yay! Congratulations!
- Can you believe it?
- That's great! Hey!
- Oh, my God!
Oh, honey. I'm so proud of you.
I was in the hallway
and I thought I smelled something.
So I just came over to make sure
you weren't dead.
Nope, still here.
Oh, hey! I heard about your promotion.
- Yeah. It's pretty crazy, right?
No, I don't think that's crazy.
Uh, anyway, Amanda's not here
and I was just hanging out
by myself over there.
So I was thinking maybe if you
wanted to we could watch TV
and make fun of people's clothes.
You might learn something.
I mean, if you want to.
We don't have to.
No, no! That would be fun.
Are you hungry?
I have some leftover pasta.
- No, I don't eat pasta.