Workin' Moms (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 6 - Oh. Ohh. Ohhh. - full transcript

(Papers rustle)

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Have you seen my keys?

Kate?

Keys? Hello?

(Paper rustles)

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(line rings)

You've got Cassandra.

Leave me a message. (Beep)



Who's Cassandra?

What? Who?

(Paper rustles)

Oh, uh, "Cassondra."

- "Cassondra," yes.
- Who is she?

Uh, she's uh... Oh, hey!

Uh, sport! Big guy!

Ha! He shoots, he scores!

Morning.

I'm gonna go check the
bedroom one more time for keys.

Yeah.

- Did you tell him?!
- No! Uh-uh.

Then why is he acting
so weird?

I don't know, but I'm gonna
get to the bottom of it.



Uh, how are you doing
after last night?

- How's your tatt feeling?
- It's a little sore,

but no regrets.
You wanna see it again?

- No, I'm, I'm good, actually.
- You like it though, right?

- Like it?
- I'm obsessed with it.

In fact, that's why
I can't see it,

I'm worried I'll go get it.
Lower back-style, right across.

(Laughs)

- (Keys jingle)
- Found 'em!

- They were in my other jacket.
- Ah.

- Congratulations.
- He, he shoots, he scores.

- What?
- You know, 'cause er-earlier...

- Oh! Right! Yes.
- Yeah.

(Awkward silence)

(Tense exhale)

Uh, aren't you gonna be
late for school?

- Oh! Yes, school, right.
- Um, I will see you later.

Yep! Sounds good, see you
later.

Kate: Bye, honey.

(Ella babbles quietly)

Nathan, who is she?

Uh, she's just a colleague.

- A colleague, huh?
- Yeah, my phone died,

and I jotted down her number.

- Okay, okay, sure.
- Yeah.

Um... Sorry, you'll-you'll have
to excuse my paranoia,

it's just that we've...

Honey, I get how this looks.

She's-she's just a colleague.

You have nothing to worry
about, okay?

Okay. Okay. (Laughs)

Yeah, yeah.

What-uh, what department
is she in, though?

- Accounting.
- She's an accountant.

- Kind of a young, tight thing?
- Don't answer that.

Okay. Okay. All right.

- Okay, I'm officially late.
- Gotta go.

You look nice, by the way.

Yeah! Uh, thanks.

I thought I'd step it up today.

(Sinister music)

(Footsteps recede)
(paper rustles)

(Front door opens)

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*WORKING MOMS*
Season 06 Episode 06

Episode Title: "Oh. Ohh. Ohhh."
Aired on: February 22, 2022.

- (Knocks)
- Just checking in.

I haven't seen a time off
request come through yet

For you or Jenny,
or a "save the date,"

for that matter.

I didn't realize there was
a deadline on my nuptials.

Well, it's been brought
to my attention

that if you read all
of chapter 4 section 82

of the handbook, it does state
that you have 45 days.

Brought to your attention?

Mr. Patrick, in the past
people have lied

about these kind of things,

And with you being
a senior member,

I do need to make sure this
isn't just lip service.

- Okay, yeah, Louise.
- Who would lie about that?

Peter Bishop, 2007.
He went on record to HR

- with falsified marriage claims.
- Gary, you're not needed here.

Oh, excuse me for trying
to preserve the dignity

of this establishment.

Louise: But he does bring up
a good point.

Peter was relieved
of his responsibilities

- with the company.
- And then promptly died!

Unrelated, but yes, he did.

Yeah. Okay. Um...

Thank you, yeah, we're on it.
All right?

Now, if you don't mind, I've
got some work to get back to.

- Great.
- Thank you, Mr. Patrick.

- Mm-hmm. - Gary.
- Yes.

Hey, Gary?
Yeah, I'm gonna need that

Wilson Madden report
by the morning.

But that's gonna take me
all night!

(Chuckles) Sorry.

Fine.

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(Chair rattles)

(Pages rustle)

(Quietly)
Hey.

We need to get married
like, tomorrow.

- (Scoffs)
- Good one.

We can't just give our guests
a day's notice.

Jenny, I'm not joking.

Louise is on my ass with
this thing, where we at?

Well, you can tell Louise

That a beautiful wedding
takes time.

And she would know that
if anyone wanted to marry her.

Now, what do you like better,
lilacs or peonies?

I-I-I don't know!

Lilacs, peonies,
it doesn't matter, okay?

If we want to keep our jobs,
we need to get married ASAP.

Well, I don't know what
to tell you,

there's only so many hours
in a day!

Then get help, hire someone,
I don't care.

You'd pay for a wedding
planner?

If it gets us married faster,
absolutely.

Okay? Get it done. Please!

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Welcome to anger management.

Please feel free to contact me
for a follow-up session,

I am a registered psychiatrist.

Alrighty.

Welcome to anger management,
folks.

My name's buddy,
and if you'd like,

that's what I'll be.

Oh, let's get started,
shall we?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

What the fuck?
You're in the class?

Ah, no, no, no, no,
it's just a mix-up.

I don't need to be here.

You know what, why don't you
take another card?

Okay.

You're not better
than any of us.

Seriously, dude, I don't need
to manage my anger, okay?

I'm just here so I can get
back to my practice.

And why can't you return
to your practice?

I may or may not have thrown
my urine...

at a person.

Nobody thinks they need
to be here.

You're not the only one who's
thrown their urine before.

So, keep an open mind.

Let's give Anne a very
welcoming round of applause,

- shall we?
- (scattered applause)

It takes guts to show up at
this class wearing all white.

Sloane: Hey, so it worked.

Rebecca wants to publish
the book.

Yay for us, and boo,
I guess, for pyramid schemes.

Anyway, we live to see
another day, foster.

- Thank god.
- Rosie: Whew! Okay.

It got a little hairy there,
but we're good now.

(Chuckles)
It was like that time

my uncle Jerry fell asleep
in the cockpit,

and we straight-up nosedived.
So I got in there,

And it really is like the
movies, you just gotta pull up

on that thing,
but there I was, screamin'.

Kate?

- Sorry, what?
- You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hi, hello.

Is Nathan Foster in?

Sorry, but I believe
Mr. Foster is out for lunch.

Oh, right.

Ah, sorry, I forgot.
Sorry. (Chuckles)

Have a good day.

On second thought,
is Cassandra in?

Uh, sorry, who?

Right! Uh, "Cassondra,"

In um, in accounting?

No "Cassondra" works here.

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Group: Ho! Ho! Haaah!

(Sighs) Wasn't that nice?

Yeah, great.

Let's hear from the person
who doesn't feel

She needs to be here. Anne?

Hmm?

Why don't you tell us
about yourself?

Uh, my name is Anne Carlson...

and you pretty much nailed
the rest.

So, next.

Bullshit.

- I'm sorry, what?
- I said, "bullshit."

It was a bullshit answer.
You're deflecting.

How does it make you feel
to be in anger management

when you feel you don't feel
you need to be here?

Come on, dude, I am the queen
of "how does it make you feel?"

I'm just asking a few
simple questions.

Except you're not just
asking me questions.

You're asking me questions
because you're trying to get...

Seriously, dude, I just need
you to sign this form

So that I can get back
to my practice.

I am more than happy
to fill out your form

once you share with the group,
Anne.

I need your participation
in order for this to work.

What are you angry about?

I'm not angry about anything.

(Scoffs)

Yeah. Yeah.

See, isn't it wonderful
how our body gives us clues

That we're at the end
of our fuse?

Look at Anne, here.
Reddening skin,

flared nostrils.

- Do we notice anything else?
- Oh! Uh, balled-up fists.

Yes, Reggie,
great observation.

I'm not angry about anything!

Oh! A bulging vein
in the neck.

Buddy: Very good, Reggie.
Very good.

She's also yelling.

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(Traffic rumbles)

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(Sloane hums softly)

(Door creaks open, then shuts)

Oh!

Oh!

- (Inhales)
- You kissed me.

- On a...
- oh, park bench.

- And then you barfed.
- Right.

Right. Sorry about that,

- that was a bit of a day.
- No problem.

Actually, now that I know
you're pregnant,

I'm way cooler with that
whole situation.

(laughs) Well, this is
a punishingly small world.

I'm sorry, do you want me to
get you a different technician?

Nah, it's fine.

It's not weird for me

- unless it's weird for you?
- It's not for me,

I'm excited. I'm... I mean,
I'm not... I'm sorry.

I'm not... I didn't mean to say
it like, I'm just...

- It's all right, I got it.
- Okay.

Um, because it's relatively
early in your pregnancy,

We're gonna be doing
a transvaginal ultrasound,

as opposed to a transabdominal.

Cool. Cool, cool.

How have you been feeling
these days?

- Fine.
- Good, good.

But listen, if you are going
to throw up again,

if you could spray it away
from me, that would be like,

- Really appreciated.
- No problem.

Um, should we get started
or are we waiting for anybody?

A parent, partner?

No, it's just me.

I went the donor route.

- No way! I'm a donor baby.
- Really?

Yeah. You know what they say
about donor babies?

No.

- We always have the best moms.
- Yeah.

Okay, so this is going to be
a little cold,

at first, so I'll count you
down from three, okay?

Okay. (Clears throat)

Three, two...

One.

(Keys clack, machine beeps)

- So any weird cravings?
- Burritos.

- Can't get enough of 'em.
- Oh, that's not too bad.

I had this one patient,
she craved chalk.

And she was a schoolteacher,
too, so...

It's dangerous.

(Both laugh)

What are you, a comedian
in your off hours?

Uh, no, but I'll take that
as a compliment.

What about you, Sloane,
what do you do?

- Uh, I am in publishing.
- No way, I love books.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

- Any favourites?
- "Beowulf."

- "Beowulf," seriously?
- "Beowulf," yeah.

I saw the movie first,
it blew the hair off my head,

then I found out it was a book,
and I was like,

I gotta read that book.
Turns out the book

is even better than the movie.

Yeah, that's usually
how it goes.

It took me about four months
to get through it.

You know it's the oldest story
in the English language, right?

Well, it hasn't crossed
my desk yet.

Someone should put it
on your desk, then.

Okay, we are just about
done here.

So again, I'm gonna count you
down from three, okay?

Three,

Two,

One, okay!

Sloane Mitchell,
publisher extraordinaire,

we are done.

Uh, the front desk will be
in touch with your result,

due date, and next appointment.

If you have any questions,

Don't hesitate to call
the clinic.

I will-I'll um,

I'll let you get dressed.

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(Door click open, then shuts)

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(low hum of chatter)

It was kind of a safe
bet order.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't "Cassondra."

Wow, most people
pronounce it wrong.

- (Mug shatters) Oh my god!
- Do they?!

- Do they pronounce it wrong?
- Kate, what the fuck?!

Once a cheater,
always a cheater!

- Wait!
- You know I hate it

- when my mother is right!
- Do not throw my files!

All my friends judged me,
but I stayed with you anyway!

Hang on! Hang on a second,
please! Listen, I...

- in my heart, I felt stupid.
- I doubted myself,

I didn't know
if I was sexual anymore,

- really? Every single pencil?
- And here you are with this

- the whole time?!
- Come on, you're gonna run out

- of stuff to throw at me.
- You think I'm out of stuff?!

- Jesus, Kate!
- Take my stuff!

Kate, you are getting this
all wrong!

- (Growls)
- Are you done?!

(Angry panting)

I guess this is a bad time
to introduce myself

as Nathan Jr's aunt?

- What?
- Kate, meet Cassandra.

Cassandra, this is my wife,
Kate.

- Hey.
- You're Marlene's sister.

Not banging my husband.

- No!
- Absolutely not.

- Useful information.
- (clears her throat)

Nice to meet you.
(chuckles)

Big fan of your nephew.

Could I get my shoes?

I have a meeting in 26...

Nope, 25 minutes.

Where the hell
is this wedding planner?

Well, I told you to take
off the afternoon.

We're planning a wedding,
not a picnic, nimrod.

Some of us have too many
responsibilities, dimwit.

- Hi, sorry I'm late.
- Uh, I'm Kim.

You must be Jenny and Malcolm.

- Uh-huh.
- Kim. You're a guy.

Yes, um... Yes, I am.

Ah, forgive my fiancée, here.

Pleasure to meet you, Kim.

Wait, haven't I seen you
at my gym?

- Nope, uh, I don't work out.
- No?

It must have been another
six-foot-three beef castle.

(laughs)

Oh, that's funny.

Okay, don't you have
a meeting to run to, honey?

No.

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Alice, we didn't get
the stupid signature,

so we gotta close up shop.

Heather: Oh my god,
you're right.

They're all jealous.
How did I not see that before?

Alice: It's easy to miss these
things when you're in it.

What are you doing in here?

- Nothing. I-I was just...
- You hadn't arrived yet,

so she was just keeping me
company.

Well, unfortunately I'm gonna
have to cancel our session

and all future sessions
until further notice.

- What about Alice?
- She's not a therapist,

And we're closed, so, goodbye.

What the hell were you
thinking?

What? It was nothing.

She just asked me stuff,
so I answered her.

It's not nothing,
these are real people

telling you about their
real lives!

You pretending to be
a therapist is not only stupid,

it's dangerous!
What, no lip, huh?

No clap back?
What, are you scared now?

Not as scared as your
patients are of you!

That's why they'd rather
talk to me!

You don't know what
you're talking about!

And you're fired.

- (Gasps)
- I fucking hate you.

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Anne: You wanna know
what I'm angry about?

I have an entitled brat
of a daughter

Who seems to be connecting to
my patients better than I do.

My husband got arrested
in a butthole town

thousands of miles away
from here.

My book, which I actually
care about,

a gift in honour of said
entitled daughter,

Is a total bust!

And-and-and that's just me
and my small life.

And then there's the world!

Do you know how fucked up
the world is?!

People are allowed to be angry,

and they shouldn't be judged
for it.

In fact, you're fucking psycho
if you're not angry!

Are you telling me that
you don't get angry

working with these assholes
all day?

Life is infuriating, man!

And then I can't even
operate my practice

because you won't sign this
fucking stupid piece of paper!

(Exhales)

(Sighs heavily)

Welcome to the club, Anne.

It takes balls to admit
why you're angry.

(Paper rustles, pen clicks)

But before you get any ideas,
this is just the first step.

You need to learn to find
the tools that can help you

keep your anger in check.

Find them, and use them.

Here's a start.

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(Footsteps recede)

(Sighs)

(Sniffles)

(Sighs heavily)

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(Door opens)

(Door thuds shut)

(Approaching footsteps thud,
keys jingle)

Hi, honey.

I'm an idiot.

(Sighs) Okay,
I'm a fucking idiot,

and a jerk, and I'm sorry
I lied today.

Getting closer.

- Can you look at me?
- (arm thuds)

What are you even doing, here?

Well, if you weren't so busy
sneaking around

and keeping secrets,

You would know that it is
affirmation Thursday

at Charlie's school tomorrow,
and we have to write a note

to every kid in the class.

I deserve that, okay.

- Can I help?
- Knock yourself out.

(Markers rasp)

Listen, about what happened...

"You're terrific?"

Did you just copy my note?

Nathan, you can't write
the same thing to two kids.

What if they sit next
to each other?

Oh. Right.

Why-why didn't you tell me?

- This morning?
- In front of him?

It didn't seem like the right
time to debrief.

What, don't give a butterfly
decal to Annabelle.

She didn't invite Charlie
to her birthday.

- She's an asshole.
- So uh...

Skull and crossbones
for Annabelle?

Better.

I didn't tell you his aunt
was coming to town

because I didn't wanna
worry you.

Oh, well. (Scoffs)

Why would I be worried about
your deceased

ex-girlfriend's sister
that you're, you know,

secretly skulking around with?

She wants custody
of Nathan Jr.

- You're kidding, right?
- No, I'm not.

Well, too fuckin' bad.

- I mean, right?
- Well, honestly...

- I-I don't know.
- What are you talking about?

I mean, it's not the worst
idea.

- What...
- He grew up around her,

there's a history there.
Maybe he'd be better off with her.

Okay, is this a fucking
joke?!

No, look, that was
my initial reaction too,

but the more we talk,
the more I realize

She might be right.

I didn't want to burden you
with this

'til I had figured
it out in my own head.

What exactly did you need
to figure out?

There is a will that
very clearly states

that Marlene wants him
to stay with us.

- Honey, she is his family.
- We are his family!

I know, and-and I thought our
shared DNA would be enough,

But, I-I'm having trouble
connecting with him.

Ohh! (Chuckles)

Are you? Are you having
trouble connecting?

"He shoots, he scores?"
are you even trying?

Why are you so weird
around him?

You don't understand.

It's like having the ghost
of my ex in my own house.

It's just a lot!

You're just as much a part
of him as she is,

- and you would know that...
- Oh, bullshit.

If you actually made
an effort with him.

Nathan, you're his father!

The least you could do
is give him an opportunity

- to know you.
- I am trying.

Try harder!

(Footsteps recede)

(Sighs)

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(Pen rasps)

I think you did
the ultrasound wrong.

Sloane Mitchell?

Did you forget something or...
(door shuts)

It was too fast. And it
couldn't have been right.

I'm sorry, I can get you a
different ultrasound technician

if you'd like, though they've
probably all gone home by now.

- Nope, I want you to do it.
- Okay.

Well, you know the drill.

So if you just wanna-oh!

Your feet are already
in the stirrups.

Okay, so I will just...

Count you down from three.

No counting.

Okay.

- (Gasps, moans)
- (keys clack)

(Sighs)

Sorry, it's just really hard
for me to get an image

when you keep bucking
your hips.

Look at me.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

It's okay.

Just tell me where you want me
to go next.

Move that a little
to the left.

Yeah.

(Gasps)

- Yeah.
- Better?

Uh, a little faster?

(Exhales)

(Panting)

Yeah.

(Panting)

Yeah! (Laughs)

(Breathing heavily)

Oh! (Sighs)

(Gasps) Yes!

(Moans)

(laughs) Ohh!

Ohh!

(Moans)

(Moans loudly)

(laughs)

I would love to take you
to lunch some time.

(laughs softly)

I would like that very much.

(Exhales, laughs)

(Exhales, laughs)

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