Previously on Brothers and Sisters:
You have been cold and distant.
I'm three days away from the launch of my presidential campaign. I am tense.
Steve's polishing the revised tenth draft...
Twelfth, if you don't count the ten I didn't show him.
He's really a wonderful teacher. I really like him.
Yeah, I can tell.
He just dumped me. We've been sleeping together for a month.
You're smart and you're funny and I'm...
I sort of can't stop thinking about you.
I'm really screwed up here because I'm falling in love with a saint.
I love you too.
- Sarah's husband, Joe. - Our Joe?
- He kissed me. - What?
I don't know how it happened.
He was showing me a chord and then he just...
...leaned in and he kissed me.
- Joe kissed you? - God, I shouldn't have said anything.
Look, no. We are seriously an affectionate family.
Annoyingly affectionate, constant hugs, kisses.
So maybe this was just a platonic thing.
It wasn't platonic. Trust me.
Oh, God, this is bad. Oh, this is bad. Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little...
...weirded out. - What was he thinking?
Why was I even there? Maybe he misinterpreted...
Hey! He's married, OK? And you're his wife's sister.
There is nothing to misinterpret.
It was one kiss. Let's just forget it happened.
You can't say my brother-in-law made a pass then tell me to forget.
- I can't. - You said you wouldn't say anything.
- Why are you protecting him? - This has nothing to do with Joe.
Any idea what it's like being around your family?
It's terrifying. They're waiting for me to screw up
so they can hate me like my mom.
Not true. They've been trying to accept you.
They're trying to be nice and decent. They know none of this is my fault.
When they look at me, I'm this walking, talking reminder that...
That our dad was a liar.
Please, Justin. If something happens with Sarah and Joe's marriage,
they're gonna blame me, and you know it.
Don't give them any ammunition to hate me.
- Excuse me, Mark? - Hi, Nora.
I hope I'm not interrupting. I just need your signature
on this change-of-grade form, seems to have been some error...
You failed.
Well, you can't fail me. You told me my writing was smart and urbane.
And I stand by that.
Here's the syllabus. Read rule one.
"Attendance mandatory... " You've got to be joking.
I missed one class. I caught a cold from my grandchildren.
Keats had consumption, Flannery O'Connor had lupus,
D.H. Lawrence had malaria.
- I can't believe you're this rigid. - Oh, OK.
If you're so concerned about your grade, how about a makeup session?
- Right. - You free this weekend?
I know a great restaurant.
Wait, this is not a class. You're asking me out.
Is this because I wouldn't go out on a date with you?
Let me tell you now that's sexual harassment.
I don't plan to take that lying down.
The jokes that are running through my mind...
Well, keep them there. This is extortion.
I prefer to think of it as a mutually beneficial nudge
- in the right direction. - OK. Fine.
- I'll go. - Great.
But I won't get dressed up. And I won't have a good time.
And afterward, I expect an A.
The class is pass-fail, Nora.
I expect an A.
- A disaster. - So you were late.
Nobody expects fundraising things to start on time.
If I paid $2,300, I would. I need to be prepped on the guest list.
- I called Dennis' wife Colleen. - It's Maureen.
- I know. She told me. - The sea bass was tasty.
Endangered. I'm the only Republican working on the environment,
the staff could put together an event that starts on time
- and doesn't make me a hypocrite. - I'll talk to them.
Can I see the new draft of that speech for the ride to LA?
You asked for it an hour ago.
I don't have the new one. I could show you the old one.
I'm gonna pretend the old one doesn't exist.
- Senator, I do put effort into my work. - Oh, come on, Steve. Hope?
- It's the biggest cliché in politics. - That's it. Walk away.
Take a breath. Take ten breaths. Count to ten.
Do whatever you need to do. Just go. Yeah, go.
- Hey, guys, where are the cars? - They're on the way.
I'm sorry. You just have to understand
- that it has been a really bad day. - Really?
He's gone from politician to fundraiser.
- So feel sorry for him? - No.
No, I'm not asking you to feel sorry for him.
I'm just saying try and understand. This is the way it is.
I postponed law school to work on his campaign.
He was the only candidate capable of taking the country in a new direction.
- It was an honor to get this job. - Well, he appreciates that.
- He's told me. - Why do I feel so beat up
every time I show him my work?
You know, I don't know. Just get back to LA.
Take the helicopter, work in the morning.
- He's expecting it tonight. - I'm taking him with me.
Go. Hopefully, tomorrow, when you see him, he'll be more human.
- Thanks, Kitty. - Thank you, Steve.
- Oh, finally. My God. - Let's go! Gotta get to the chopper.
- We're not going in the chopper. - What? I have to get to LA.
You are on the verge of alienating your entire staff, including me.
I'm taking you to the ranch. I don't know what to do.
- I'm gonna force you to relax. - You made that decision by yourself?
- That's a little bossy. - Uh-huh.
I like it. What about the speech?
I gave Steve the night off too. Get in the car.
Oh, yeah. OK. Well, don't worry about me. I'll open my own door.
- Hey, Justin. Come on in. - Hey.
- What's up?
Sarah's at work, kids are at school. I've been meaning to call you.
I know what happened with you and Rebecca.
That you kissed her.
That's what she told you?
- Justin, there's more to it. - Look, I don't want details.
- It was a mistake. - You gonna tell Sarah?
- I wasn't planning on it. No. - Look, I'm an addict.
Lying is second nature to me, but it is selfish and it is easy.
In the end people get hurt. Maybe it'll take a year, two years,
or in my dad's case, 20 years, but you know what? The truth always comes out.
- I'm not your dad. - Then prove it.
All right? Come clean with Sarah and do what he couldn't.
- And if I don't? - Then I will.
So bottom line, how much more do we need to raise prices to offset losses?
Oh, God. OK. Um...
I'll get back to you.
- Early start on spring-cleaning? - Oh, no.
- We're going camping. - Oh, God. When?
This weekend. I got the gear out of the garage, gassed up the car.
I can't this weekend, Joe. I'm swamped at work.
Which makes this weekend like every weekend the past year.
So come on, it's only two days off.
Oh, sleeping on the ground in a musty old tent,
eating rehydrated chicken pot pie doesn't really count as time off.
Why this weekend?
I want to spend time together and reconnect.
- Away from distractions. - Oh.
Well, what about next weekend?
I could book that hotel up in La Jolla.
It's got views, room service.
- Mattress. - I don't want to stay in a hotel.
I want to drive up the coast, pitch a tent on the beach just like we used to.
- What about the kids? - Check the dining room.
- Yeah, you're looking good. - Another whisker. Make it long.
Kevin Walker?
We're turning Uncle Kevin into a lion.
Yeah, and when the transformation's complete, I'm going to eat you up.
- You're going to baby-sit? - Yep.
- Well... Hmm-hmm. - It looks like we're going camping.
- Looks like. - Hi, Mom.
It's not that I'm not grateful
it's hard to part with cash, I don't care how much you have.
- Stop squirming. - I'm not squirming.
Someone taught you how to do this, right?
Would you just relax? It's an innate talent.
- So, no. - All right, shush.
Now don't move. Here we go.
- Yeah, that feels good. - All right, move your hands.
Take a deep breath.
OK, picture yourself somewhere really, really beautiful.
- Like a beach. - OK.
Just the sound of the waves.
Maybe a dolphin.
Maybe a margarita.
- What are you wearing? - Oh, this is not that kind of massage.
Well, that's disappointing.
No, no, no. No. Don't move. Keep your eyes closed. You're at the beach.
The cell phone reception is great on this beach.
- Fine. Don't move. I'm gonna get it. - Thank you.
Hello? Oh, yeah. Yeah, hey, Gary. What's up?
Oh, no, yeah, he's here, but...
What?
Kitty.
Oh, my God.
- Kitty, what happened? - It's the...
It's the campaign chopper. It crashed.
- Kitty, who's on the chopper? - The pilot and a staffer.
Oh, my God. It was Steve, the speechwriter.
I know who he is.
That is why men like camping more than women.
Oh, come on. Peeing outside isn't that bad.
Not if you can whip it out and go.
But for us ladies, we have to balance and squat.
Looks like you're making progress.
Yeah, I'd be done by now if I had an assist.
I can't believe you remember how to do this.
- Like riding a bike. - A smelly, old, musty bike.
- OK. - Good?
And voilà.
- Madame, we have a shelter. - I'm impressed.
Damn. We'll just improvise a support beam.
Just have to look for a twig or something.
Maybe there's something over here.
After I take a break.
- What are you doing? - Going swimming.
Joe, it's northern California, the water is freezing!
- So what? Come on! - No! No, no, no. I didn't pack a suit.
Yeah? Me neither.
Joe, come on. What if someone sees?
So, what if some stranger gets a peek? We'll be embarrassed for all of what?
Two seconds? Come on! Since when did you get so shy?
You cannot goad me into skinny-dipping.
Not trying to.
I'm gonna cool off and have a swim,
when you can just hang here in the heat, look for a twig.
- You really... - Woo-hoo!
- Is it cold? - It's ice cold!
It's awesome!
- Mmm. Tricky, Paige. Very tricky. - Uncle Kevin, can I ask you a question?
How come I got all the good looks in the family?
Why aren't you married?
Uh... Well, Paige...
...gay people aren't allowed to get married. Not in this state, anyway.
- But that's not really fair. - I agree. It's not fair.
You don't have a boyfriend because you can't get married?
No. Well, you know, I don't think I've met the right guy yet.
Plus, I'm very young. I still have a lot of time left
and some people aren't relationship types, you know?
Like...
...George Clooney and...
...me and...
...George Clooney.
You know, your Aunt Kitty is much, much older than I am and look at her.
But she's dating the Senator.
But that's all new. And between you and me,
I wouldn't count on that working out.
- Connect Four. - What? Where?
- One, two, three, four. I win. - Whoa! What?
Wait, were you distracting me? That was a setup.
- Yeah. - Wow. Great strategy.
Wait until you're old enough for game night.
Whatever they need, I want you to run it through my account. OK?
Of course. Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Did you talk to the pilot's wife?
- Did you talk to Steven's parents? - Yeah.
They're in shock, I think.
Oh, God. I have such a headache.
I've tried rescheduling tomorrow's gala, there's no way.
- It's fine. - Is there anything else we need to do
that we haven't thought of?
I just talked to Gary. I told them I wanted to cover the expenses.
Did you know Steve had two sisters?
No.
Yeah. He was their youngest.
We need to figure out how you want to make your statement.
If you wanna do a press conference or just sit down with somebody.
I'm not gonna go on TV and talk about this.
- Robert, he was your speechwriter. - But this isn't about politics.
I'm not going to exploit this death to bolster my campaign.
I'm not asking you to.
There are people on this campaign who work every day, who are devastated,
- grieving, who need to know you care. - Why would anyone think otherwise?
- I'll release a statement in writing. - No, you have to do it on camera.
And say what? That it doesn't make any sense.
That it's awful and random and unjust.
I could barely pay this kid a compliment when he was alive.
I made his job endlessly frustrating and I have to live with that.
- But to go on camera... - I'm sorry.
Whatever crisis you are dealing with, you have to put it to the side for now.
People are looking to you to show them how to react and you owe them that.
You owe Steve that.
All right, all set. Shot given, teeth brushed, story read, kid asleep.
Clearly, I am the better uncle, hands down.
You didn't watch The Wiggles and play Connect Four.
- So they really went away, huh? - Joe planned it.
Wanted time alone with Sarah.
What?
When they come home, there might be tension.
Tension? It's a romantic getaway, isn't it?
Don't make me cross-examine. Those kids seriously wore me out.
If I tell you, you have to promise not to say anything.
For real. Not tell someone and tell them not to say anything.
OK, OK, promise.
Joe made a pass at Rebecca.
- What? - She went over to borrow a guitar...
That's insane. Rebecca's family, and Joe would never do that.
- He did. - You know this?
Rebecca told me and I believe her. I told Joe that he had to tell Sarah.
OK, so clearly, you haven't noticed the problems they've been having?
It might have been a misunderstanding.
What if Rebecca was exaggerating? This could ruin Sarah's marriage.
- Sarah not knowing about it would help? - You know what Rebecca told you.
- You barely know her. - Why would she lie, Kevin?
People lie all the time. Why do you think I stay away from family law?
You should hear what people make up when they're angry.
Half the time they don't know, because they warp the truth in their own minds.
- We don't need secrets. - This is not us.
It's about Sarah and her family. What about Paige and Cooper?
Did you think about them when you gave Joe your little ultimatum?
I can't believe you got me skinny-dipping.
I don't remember the last time I did that.
I do. You were six months pregnant with Paige.
The Santa Anas were out of control. It was hot as hell.
- Our AC broke. - Yeah!
- We snuck into my parents' pool. - At two in the morning.
I thought your old man was gonna think we were intruders and shoot us.
And you?
You just stripped down and dove in.
Your belly was just getting all big and round.
- Oh, I must have been gorgeous. - Yeah. You were.
Then and now.
I remember sitting there, watching you.
And all I could think was, "What did I do to deserve this woman?"
I can't imagine you've been thinking that lately.
Sarah...
Mmm?
...I need you to know...
What?
What, Joe?
I need you to know that...
I need you to know that I love you so much I can't even put it into words.
Oh, Joe.
Listen, I am sorry if I've made you feel like everything is your fault.
- No, don't apologize. - No, I need to. I owe you that.
You know, with everything that's happened this year with my family,
I didn't want to take it out on you.
And I... I think I did.
I really want us to work.
So do I.
- You've never had Ethiopian food? - No. But I'm not here for the food.
Well, either way, I won because you're here.
Relax. Take in these new aromas and these tastes.
Just be in the moment.
- There's no utensils. - Injera. All you need.
- And no forks? - In American culture,
our relationship to food is so sterile.
It's a cold, functional interplay
between the metallic implement and our mouths.
In other cultures, it's like... Mmm.
- Good? - Excellent.
- Here. - I'm totally capable of feeding myself.
It's giving gursha. In Ethiopia, it's a tradition to feed friends and family.
- And students? - And students, yes, with your hands.
Come on, Nora. Let your hair down.
That is quite tasty. And hot.
- I should have warned you. I'm sorry. - It's good for me. Whoo!
- Spicy food, good for the digestion. - Yeah, and it's a stimulant.
Well, oysters never worked on me, so don't get your hopes up.
No, not that kind of stimulant.
Hot food is a stimulant for the circulation.
Ah, yes. The circulation. That's good too.
I'm glad you came by. I was so bored.
- Sorry, all we have is ginger ale. - Thanks.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Joe.
- I already told you what happened. - I know, but the thing is...
I need to know more. Like, exactly how...
- We were dropping this. - You don't know what's going on.
Sarah and Joe have been married a long time. They're not in a good place now.
- So if what you're saying is true... - If? You think I'm lying?
No, no. No, I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
All right. Fine, Justin. You want to know what happened exactly?
I was sitting in my long-lost-sister's house,
to be a part of a family I didn't know I had,
and her letchy husband leans over and kisses me.
"Hi. You must be the new family slut. " That's how.
He came on to me.
Wow, OK. I can't have this conversation.
- You need to go. - I'm sorry.
I knew your family wouldn't believe me but thought you would.
- I do believe you. - No, you don't.
I'm sorry.
What was that all about?
This was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
You seem surprised having had a good time.
Well, the way you asked me out did leave a few things to be desired.
I should've kept an open mind.
- Did you enjoy your meal? - Very much.
- As always. - Let me guess.
- Two glasses of honey wine. - No, no. Just the check, thank you.
Of course, Mr. August.
- She knows you. How does she? - A frequent diner.
- How frequent? - I'm a bachelor.
There's nothing in my refrigerator.
You bring all your first dates here, don't you?
You're not the first woman I've ever brought here.
I am such an idiot.
You are another charming, intelligent louse. This whole date is an act.
A well-orchestrated, well-rehearsed act.
The romantic little table, the exotic setting.
You pretend to be so open, this is your way of hiding behind your intellect,
using someone else's culture to make you seem so worldly, so damned sexy.
Have you ever even been to Ethiopia?
I didn't think so.
I assume this has fulfilled my attendance requirements,
Professor August. Good night.
- Hello? - Justin, it's Joe.
I need you to hear me out.
It was a mistake. And I swear, it will never happen again.
But this weekend, it reminded me how much I love your sister.
And she loves me too. And... I can't lose her.
So if you want her to know,
you're gonna have to tell her yourself.
Coop wants you to read Where the Wild Things Are. With the scary voices.
I'll be right up.
Justin?
Yeah.
Look, don't worry. I won't say anything to her.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Holly.
To what do I owe this unpleasant surprise?
We need to talk.
I thought the perk of you and Tommy starting the winery
was that we no longer needed to talk.
This is about Rebecca.
- Is she OK? - No, she's not.
She is upset and confused, not to mention mortified.
I'm sorry. What's?
You do know that your husband made a pass at her?
I'm sorry, Holly, not even you can ruin my mood today.
He didn't tell you that he kissed her? Well, believe me, he did.
I make it a policy never to believe a word that comes out of your mouth.
Then ask Joe.
I'm not gonna dignify your accusations by asking Joe anything.
She is 20 years old. He took advantage of her trust and her insecurity.
Look, I get it, Holly. You're upset that Rebecca's spending time with my family.
So in some feeble attempt at payback, you're trying to ruin my marriage.
Well, you know, it's not gonna work.
From what I understand, your marriage is already in shambles.
And honestly, I could care less. What I do care about is my daughter.
And while your kids were at school and you were at work,
your husband generously offered to teach her the guitar.
Whoa, did I hit a nerve? Is that scenario familiar?
Get out of my office.
So this isn't the first time that music lessons led to something...
I said get out.
Keep your washed-up husband away from my little girl.
As you all know, our campaign suffered a terrible loss
in the helicopter crash two nights ago.
Along with the pilot, Paul Sanderson,
we lost Steven Cohen, one of our junior speechwriters.
I've been trying, since the accident, to come to terms with their deaths.
They were sudden, tragic and premature.
And they call to mind the losses that so many of us are experiencing because,
in a time of war, grief is not something shared by the few.
It is shared by the many.
Now that may sound like a cliché, but Steve knew it wasn't.
He came onto this campaign, right out of college,
and from his very first day, dedicated himself to our cause
as a tireless and talented writer.
He had the courage of his convictions.
And like a lot of young people, he was an unabashed idealist.
Sometimes on the campaign trail, it's easy to forget those ideals.
But while others cloak themselves in cynicism or give in to apathy,
we must be unafraid to hope.
Hope is the simplest of words and the hardest thing to have in politics.
And yet, it is the very foundation of democracy.
The hope of making a better country, a better world
and not just for some of us. For everyone.
Those are Steve Cohen's words.
Right before he died, I gave him a very hard time about this very passage.
To say that that was a mistake is an understatement.
I'm sorry, Steve.
That's all for today.
- Hey. - Hey. You're home from work early.
- Uh-huh. - I got a head start on dinner.
Oh!
Joe?
Did you kiss Rebecca?
Joe.
It's not what you think. Sarah, it's stupid, inexcusable,
and the second it happened, I stopped. I don't even know how it started.
- Is that what this weekend was about? - I wanted to tell you.
I meant to.
You dragged me to the middle of nowhere to tell me that
you made out with my sister?
What were you afraid of? That I might yell or break things,
- or God forbid, cry? - No. No.
I... I thought if we could just get away, be alone.
I feel awful that it happened, and Sarah, please...
Please, what? What, Joe?
I thought I was going crazy.
That me worrying about your fidelity was just me being paranoid.
But I have to hear about it from Holly?
Yeah, she was thrilled, rubbing your indiscretion in my face.
Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?
Right. Stupid me. Here I was thinking this had something to do with us,
when it's who has the upper hand in this family feud you've got going on.
I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Then tell me,
what the appropriate response to you making out with my sister is?
You don't want to hear. You're content being angry.
Angry? Damn right I am angry!
I'm angry at you, Joe! What have you've become?
- I don't recognize you. - Do you want to know why?
- Why? - I'm stuck in this life you wanted!
This suburban little world, complete with two kids and a picket fence.
- You want me to apologize for our kids? - Screw you!
You know how much I love those kids.
When we talked about a family, you said nothing would change.
- I don't know what to do with that. - Don't pretend you didn't see it.
- What? Don't see what? - Every decision, to have this home,
to have the kids, to go to work, they were choices that you made.
I went along because I want to make you happy.
Great. Now I get the big martyr speech. Joe, you don't get to be the victim.
You did something wrong.
Nothing has changed. As far as you're concerned, I don't do anything right!
So it's all my fault. I drove you to seek out other women?
At least other women, they don't look at me like I'm some insignificant burden.
- Like I'm not worthy of you. - Of course.
That's why you moved on from Vanessa to Rebecca.
She's naive enough to look at you and see this good-looking older guy
instead of a failed musician, with two failed marriages
and three kids he can't support.
What are we even fighting for? Do you even want to be with me?
Is this a convenient excuse so that you can call Noah?
- I never acted on my feelings. - But you wanted to.
For months, for years even. So just tell me, Sarah...
- ... what's the difference? - There is a huge difference.
Did you fantasize about him?
While we were making love, did you wish that you were with Noah?
Yes. All the time.
- Is that what you want to hear? - At least now we're being honest.
You're the one who doesn't have the guts to face the truth about yourself.
- You know what? I'm leaving. - That's it?
You're just gonna walk out the door?
Why couldn't you just trust me to handle it?
Because it is not your responsibility to handle it.
I can't have you over there wondering if some man twice your age
- is trying to corner you. - Don't make this about me.
You have been waiting to get back at Sarah for telling me about my father.
- Not true. - Isn't it?
They hate you, and you want them to hate me too.
I have been accepting of your...
After lying to me my whole life, you didn't have a leg to stand on.
I have had a front-row seat to that family for years.
I know what it feels like to be an outsider.
How enticing they can be.
But whatever you think you want from them, trust me,
you are not going to get it this way.
Excuse me?
I know you, Rebecca.
And I am guessing that Joe did not just come on to you out of the blue.
Just because you're a whore, it doesn't mean that I am.
Stop it!
No wonder he chose Nora instead of you.
I just called to tell you that your grade has been officially changed.
Thank you.
- Is there anything else? - There is.
Nora, I think that I didn't quite fully understand
how insightful you are about people.
Is this your way of saying I wasn't wrong about you?
I guess... yes.
You know, I find it utterly disconcerting
and completely engaging.
I know you have every reason to say no, but...
...would you give me the opportunity to try to make it up to you?
Well... maybe.
But this time, I get to choose the restaurant.
Of course.
Actually, there's somebody at my door.
Just call me with the time and place, and I'll be there.
All right. I will.
Goodbye.
Rebecca. Sweetheart, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
- Is Justin here? - Yes. Yes, he's inside. Come on in.
Doing like a guitar lesson kind of thing with Joe. Just...
- Does Sarah know about this? - My mother told her.
- Holly told her? - God, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come over here like this.
I just... I didn't... I didn't know where else to go.
No.
Rebecca, I'm sorry. I'm sorry this has happened to you. I'm so sorry.
- Thank you for being so nice. - See, I told you she'd understand.
Do you think she can stay here for a couple days while things calm down?
Uh...
Well, do you want to do that?
That's OK, Mrs. Walker. I have friends I can stay with. It's fine.
- Rebecca... - No, Rebecca.
You're welcome here. You're family.
Are you sure?
Justin, just show her the spare room, OK?
- Where are you going? - I want to call Sarah.
Hey.
What are you doing out here? The people with the checkbooks are inside.
I just needed some air.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
Yeah, I was just thinking about things, that's all.
I've been thinking about what you said up there on the podium.
About finding something to believe in
and not letting yourself get cynical.
And I think that I let myself get cynical.
The reason I hired you was you're not cynical.
No, I'm not talking about my politics, I'm talking about love.
It could've been us in that helicopter.
When I think about that and about all the things that I still want...
- Kitty, what are you afraid of? - Well, that's the thing.
See, that's the weird thing is I'm not afraid.
I love you.
And no matter how I think about it, I can't picture myself not loving you.
And I think that what we have not only feels good, but it...
It feels right.
- It is right. - I don't know.
Maybe it's the crash or that I'm at an age
where something really good feels really perfect.
I don't think I'm being overly sentimental.
- You're not. - Just... it really makes me wonder.
It makes me wonder that if you love me the same way
and being together make us so happy, then what the hell are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for? You want to move in?
Will you marry me?
Oh... Oh, my God.
No. No, no, no. I didn't, I didn't. Did I just say? Yes, I did.
- Yes, I did. I just proposed to you. - I think that you just did.
- I did. - Now, Kitty, I'm not a traditionalist,
but where is the ring?
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't plan on saying that.
If I had planned on saying that, I would've never said it.
No. I'm just hoping that I can at least give it some thought.
Of course, think about it. Think about it for a month, for a year.
It was a joke.
It's just... You know.
Yeah, I know. I'm gonna throw up. I got to go.
- Are the kids in bed? - Yeah.
I apologize for storming out earlier.
Thank you.
So what now?
- I don't know. - I don't know either.
My mother again.
She's called four times.
So the entire Walker clan knows now?
I don't know. Maybe.
Probably. Listen, I'm really tired. I'm gonna go to sleep.
Do you mind sleeping in the spare room tonight?
I was planning on it.
- Show them your F minor ninth. - Wait, which one is that?
- That is... - I thought this was cheating.
It is. There are only about six people on the planet
who know how to play this chord. And lucky for you,
I am one of them.
All right.
Yeah, you're a natural.
Or maybe you're a really good teacher.
Maybe.
Wow, you have really good hands.
Strong and soft at the same time.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I...
I don't even know why I...
You should go.
I don't have to.
Yes.
Yes, you do.
Well, thanks for the guitar. And the lesson.