Previously on Lipstick Jungle...
I got us two plane tickets to Aspen.
Stop smirking.
You missed this smirk.
Natasha is going out on tour
and she would like you to join the band. Me?
You're talking about four months, Shane.
It was better for you when I was someone
you had to take care of, wasn't it?
Just so you know, I'm just freezing some of my eggs,
in case I want to have a child.
Hey. Hey. Call 911.
Thank you for everything.
It's my pleasure.
Turning down the tour, that was a decision that Shane and I came to
together, as a couple.
Call Natasha Bedingfield.
Tell her I'm in.
I'm going to be the most demure bride ever. Did you say bride?
Did you say bride? Did Joe propose to you?
No, it's my turn this time.
I'm gonna ask him to marry me.
So, do we have our winner?
Well, 297 intrigued me. I mean, he's smart, healthy, talented.
It's too bad my eggs and I didn't meet him at a restaurant or at a party,
instead of a Petri dish.
It is a strange process. I freely admit that.
I'm actually leaning towards freezing my eggs unfertilized.
Really?
Well, just so you understand, the odds of a successful pregnancy
down the line are a lot slimmer that way.
Yeah, I know, but...
There's no significant other in my life right now, and this donor thing...
I'm not ready to take that leap just yet.
I'm going to take my chances and try it alone.
All right, then. We'll see you tomorrow.
Great.
Okay, go.
How did you ever get this...
Ow! Into the cab?
I shoved it in the backseat, and I sat in the driver's lap.
Was he cute?
God, I don't remember it being this heavy
when I moved it into the store with those guys.
They weren't wearing heels.
Okay. Back up.
Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Uh-huh.
And, right there. Right there.
Oh!
Okay.
All right. All right.
All right.
Hey! That's not bad.
No, it fits perfectly.
This, in Korean, by the way,
means "tranquility and good fortune."
Hmm. Or maybe it means
"extremely heavy and extremely heavy."
Looks like I won't have to look at dirty dishes or balled-up underwear.
You are going to love working from home, hon.
There's so many perks. Yeah?
You don't have a grumpy boss in the morning, unless you haven't had your coffee.
Well, it's a reasonable commute.
Private bathroom. Deal or No Deal is just a click away.
A large conference room that's kind of homey.
Do we know anyone who knows Howie Mandel?
Honey, no one is going to open up a briefcase that says, "Marry me."
Why not?
Stop thinking so grand. Be personal.
But Joe loves grand.
On our second date, he sent a private plane to Tokyo to pick me up.
And what do you remember the most about that trip?
The cupcake he sent with it.
Hmm, okay. Thank you.
What do you think?
It's a little butch for our summer line, but what do I know?
I just heard back from the public library and the Jumbotron in Times Square.
Both really pricey.
Well, we don't need them anymore,
because I figured out how to propose to Joe my way.
With needle and thread.
Hmm.
Take your pants off. What?
You heard me.
Okay.
Marva?
What did I do right, and who noticed?
I don't know. They were here when I got in this morning.
No card?
Now, what could that mean? Hmm.
Griffin wants you to clear the decks this afternoon.
First interview is at 2:00.
I thought he had already whittled down this list.
He did. There were three of these when we started.
This position is important to him.
Yeah.
Bonfire Blogger-in-Chief.
You'd think he's hiring someone to take over the company.
Be happy he asked your opinion.
Hello?
Nico! Hey.
I just wanted to call and say thanks again
for hooking me up with the Victory job.
Yeah. Of course. No problem.
I mean, anyway, you've already... You've thanked me plenty.
Huh?
The flowers. They're beautiful.
And... Oh, God.
They're not from you.
Is it too late for me to say they are? Because...
God, right now, I feel like a total loser.
No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.
So, flowers, huh?
Sounds like you have a secret admirer.
It's good to hear your voice.
Yeah, yours, too.
Well, I should go.
Okay. Take care of yourself.
You, too. Bye.
So, it's "Bring Your Daughter to Work Day" today.
You like?
So, now it's, like, you'll be 20 feet away, all the time.
Great.
Just because I'm working from home does not mean
I'm going to be cramping your style.
The scary thing is, you actually believe that.
Did Dad change his mind?
About what?
The tour. I thought he wasn't going.
He's not.
What are you talking about?
Looks like he's still trying to find flights to San Francisco.
So, we got the kid from Yale at 2:00.
We have her at 2:45,
and she is at 3:30.
I hope you don't mind that they're all today.
I know that you're going to be out of the office
for a couple of days.
One. Well, you know.
You may need some extra recovery time after the procedure.
I don't want you to push yourself.
Anyway, this girl, Angie Wilson,
she seems like the standout candidate to me.
Forgive me. This woman.
She graduated college in 2005?
"Girl" is fine.
Number seven on Wired's Bloggers of the Year list.
She's never published anything on actual paper.
And I'm guessing she's never driven a Ford Pinto.
Does that automatically disqualify her?
No, I'm serious. I want to make sure whomever we hire
still values the written word, and that it's not all cyber-speak.
Ah, LOL.
TTFN.
"Ta-ta for now."
Ah. I'll see you at 2:00.
Put some sugar in the water.
The flowers will last longer.
They're beautiful, aren't they?
I'm glad you like them.
They're from you?
They are.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
But, why?
Why not?
You didn't want to leave a card?
Always wanting a paper trail.
Nice partition.
How was work?
Oh, you know, tedious.
I seem to have been saddled with a drummer
who's unburdened by any sense of rhythm.
Want a cup of tea? Yes, please.
Funny story.
I was showing Maddie my new office
and I found these in the printer.
What's that?
It's just research.
That you're still doing for a trip you're not taking? Why?
It's just been a bit harder than I thought it would be to say no, Wendy.
So, let me get this straight. I was going to come home,
say, one Monday to an empty closet and a note from you?
Or was I just supposed to catch your act on Live Unplugged?
Oh, please, let's avoid the melodrama, Wendy.
I've been wanting to bring it up, okay? When?
Last night? This morning? Tonight?
Not now, certainly. Not with you like this.
Are you going to go on the tour or not, Shane?
I'm still mulling it over, darling.
Fine, then you can mull it over with Dr. Kress.
We're seeing her at 5:00. Who?
Susan Kress, the marriage counselor.
Right.
Brilliant.
You got this done fast.
Fueled by love and a deadline.
Okay, put your wallet, um, on the inside pocket.
No, I keep my wallet in my pants.
Then, reach for a handkerchief.
In the inside pocket? No, that's vulgar.
I always keep it in my back pocket, especially during flu season.
Okay, you know what? Forget it. Just take it off.
Take it off.
Ah! Good choice. See, that's where I keep my cell phone.
What do you think?
I hope Mr. Bennett answers his own phone.
Putting my college newspaper online tripled its readership.
I can guarantee I could bring in a whole new demographic to Bonfire.
How do you mean, new?
Young professionals with disposable income,
who've been texting their friends since they were in ninth grade.
They're not stopping at newsstands or
mailing in those annoying cards that fall out.
I'm still curious about your approach.
My next cover is a profile on Patrick Boyd, security guard...
The one who had the affair with the Hampton socialite who turned up dead.
He's the primary suspect.
How would you use this story to get new readers to the site?
How about a slide-show of the estate,
following the killer's steps and the victim's?
It's a little ghoulish, don't you think?
Lot of ghouls out there.
Maybe an online whodunit poll?
Provide clues, make it interactive?
You could run the results exclusively in the magazine.
Imagine what she could do if she actually had time to think about it.
Hire me, and you'll find out.
You're on.
How soon can you start?
How's right now?
Why do none of his suits have sizes in them?
Because they're all custom-made by a small, nervous man in London,
who will be even more nervous, because you're taking his job.
Huh. Well, I don't want his job. I just want a pattern.
Ugh. I've never seen him wear this before. You won't.
He thinks the lapels make him look like Frankie Valli.
You're welcome to that. Yeah.
Hmm. Victory?
Yeah? I hate to be rude,
but this day is a little crazed.
Oh, this'll work. Do you think he'll miss it?
No, he's more attached to his socks.
Does he have plans on Friday night?
I left him a message this morning, but he hasn't called back yet.
Well, that's because he's away.
And where did he go? China.
He left last night.
And when does he come back? I'm not sure.
You need help?
Oh, no, no. I got it! Okay.
Since when do you not know his schedule?
What do you mean?
Oh, well, you replace his tooth paste tube before he has to do any major squeezing.
This trip called for flexibility.
Ellen, this is not just any Friday night.
This will be a year to the day that Joe and I had our first date.
Happy anniversary.
I just need Joe at my place for dinner, so I can propose to him.
Did you hear what I just said?
I really should be getting back.
Ellen, whoa! Freeze.
What's going on?
What are you not telling me?
Is he...
Is there someone else in his life, right now?
No. Absolutely not.
Is he sick? No.
Well, then, what? Don't hold out on me,
and don't show up at my place a week from now with some sorry story...
Ellen, you sent me down there with the wrong report.
China?
Town?
Did I know you were coming?
No, I just, um, I stopped by,
so Ellen could try something on, but it's too fluffy.
Uh, I thought you asked for 2006?
'07.
Rough day?
I've had better. So, um...
Uh, give me a second.
Yeah. I can't talk right now. Call Pearlman.
This is why we retain lawyers.
I understand, but I have a call coming in and someone is in my office.
Can we talk tonight?
Very good.
So, um... Listen, I know you're really busy, but I just
wanted to check in about Friday night. Oops! Here's 2007.
And I need a signature on this
before I fax it back. What are we talking about?
Friday. Dinner.
Can we do that another night?
Well, we could, but it wouldn't be the same.
It's Friday night.
Victory, if you need something, just tell me, please.
Well, I...
I would like your undivided attention.
You have it. Go.
Okay...
Hong Kong reports are here, but they're certified. You have to sign.
That's fine. Send them up.
Tell the car I will be down in a minute. All right?
Oh, I'll get it! Hello? Yeah.
No, I don't.
Wait.
Yeah. I understand. Hold on.
Okay. Look, all I need is one hour, Friday.
We can forget dinner. Just one sip of wine, and we'll split a crab cake.
Are you in or you out? I'm in.
I want my own crab cake.
Yeah.
I think we made the right choice, don't you?
Yeah, I don't remember making a choice.
I remember you hiring her, and not asking me.
Who would you have hired?
Angie.
All right, you know what? That's not the point.
You just like busting my chops.
No, I just think you could have waited a couple hours,
played a little hard-to-get. Make her want it more.
That's not my style.
When I know what I want, I go for it.
Oh, really? Yeah.
I'm not implying. I'm asking.
Do you think there's a part of you
that wanted Wendy to find those pages in the printer?
Why aren't you asking him why he wants to run away from his family?
Okay, hold on, Wendy. I think that's a leap.
Shane, let me ask you, why is this tour so important to you?
Does it represent something?
Yeah, it represents a freedom he doesn't think he can have at home.
Good. Okay. Let's hear from Shane.
Hmm? Well, this whole therapy thing, it was all her idea.
If she wants to tell you what I'm thinking, that's fine with me.
What I'm hearing is that maybe the job represents some external validation
that you're not getting elsewhere in your life.
Is that something you need right now?
Doesn't everybody?
What are these? Are these just covering up unsightly holes in your walls?
I give him nothing but validation.
Would I have passed on your work to directors if I didn't believe in you?
Honey, would I be trying to round up people to hear you play tomorrow night?
Wendy, there's no need for you to fill the house, okay?
Natasha Bedingfield's gigs are usually sold out.
So, that's who you're backing tomorrow night?
Oh, so you've already joined the tour!
No, I've just agreed to play one set with her.
Here, in New York. Okay?
Now, can you see this? See the curious forms her validation takes?
She goes crazy. If I decide to do anything
outside of her world, she just loses it.
Yeah, I'm crazy.
For wanting to know major news that affects our entire family.
45 minute set, downtown New York.
How are we going to survive that, eh?
Let's just say, for argument's sake,
that your wife's support is not in question.
If she's recommended you for films in the past...
Yeah, yeah, and she has.
But she thinks all the success I've had has been because of...
Because of nepotism. What?
Yeah. And that sound in your ears, that's my 15 minutes of fame
ticking down, isn't it? Okay. Shane.
Let's get back to tomorrow night.
Why do you think you neglected to tell Wendy who you were playing with?
Because I didn't want to talk about it then any more than I want to talk about it now.
I'm sorry.
I'll tell you this, though. I don't want to be the guy sitting on a barstool,
telling anybody who will listen
that he could have played keyboards on a 30-city rock tour.
She'll be awake any minute now.
Uh, can I ask, are you going to carry the baby or is she?
What? Well, there was a couple in last week, and
she carried the first child,
and her partner carried the second child... Oh, no.
No, no. Me... No. That's just... No.
No shame.
Hey. Hmm.
Everything went really well.
They retrieved eight eggs to freeze.
I'm having eight babies? Oh.
Don't tell Charles. He'll be so mad at me.
I won't.
Now, he'll never send me flowers.
Did you see the flowers that Griffin sent me? They're so pretty.
Don't tell Charles about that, either, or Kirby.
Sorry I'm late.
How's everything going?
Well, Nico's juggling three men.
One of them is dead, and the nurse thinks that we're Ellen and Portia.
Hey.
Hi. Hi.
How you doing?
Where's Kirby? Is Kirby here?
No, but we're here. Me and Wendy.
I'm not all alone?
Of course not.
I thought I was all alone.
Incompatible It don't matter though
'Cause someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do You're not easy to find
Who doesn't long for someone to hold?
Who knows how to love you without being told?
Oh, somebody tell me
Why I'm on my own
If there's a soul mate for everyone
Yeah
Thank you, everyone.
Thank you.
Oh, hello! Thanks, mate. Great set, man.
Shane. That was so fantastic.
Yeah, I can see why she wants you on tour.
Ow. What? Why'd you kick me?
I'm sorry. Would you buy me a drink?
You guys want anything?
How about a bottle of champagne?
Are we celebrating something?
Just walk.
I can see why you want to be a part of this.
Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
What if we go with you?
What?
On tour. Me and the kids.
After we got home last night, I was just looking for ways to make it work, and
this is what I came up with.
Wendy.
Well, it'll be an adventure for them, an educational experience.
Right, yeah, living in hotel rooms, our 15-year-old daughter,
who's already whipped up a fake ID.
Have you gone mad?
It's not like her parents aren't going to be there to supervise.
Oh, is that what I'd be doing?
No, I'll be doing that.
I'm just looking for a chance for us to be together.
I could just imagine the phone calls to the schools, as well,
saying, "We're pulling our kids out for a rock tour."
I mean, come on.
I've made those calls,
and they're already sending me home-school study guides,
and a whole semester of assignments, and all the reading materials.
No. No, what?
No, we are not touring as a family.
I thought you'd be excited.
You're wrong, okay? This was never meant to disrupt their lives.
The school's given them permission.
Well, I haven't.
Look, I'm not going on the tour. Case closed.
I don't want to hear any more of it.
Listen, we should go to the corner. We'll get one quicker from there.
Come on.
There you are! We've been looking for you.
We're heading down to a Snow Patrol gig. Do you want to come?
Thanks, um, but... I'm Wendy.
Sorry. By the way, I'm Shane's wife.
Hi. It was a great show tonight.
Thank you.
Please, come. It will be fantastic.
Yeah, yeah. Sounds great, but we should get back to the kids, right?
Well, I mean, honey, if you want to go.
Well...
Wouldn't mind, but...
What do you think?
Yeah. Hey, go.
Sure? Just go.
Okay.
See you later.
We need to talk.
Step into my office.
What were you trying to prove with that item on the website?
You hired me to make sure the sun never sets on the Bonfire empire.
Not by pillaging the cover story of an upcoming issue.
You beat me to it.
I assume you saw the website? Yes, I did.
I'm sorry. I know how much extra work this is going to cause you.
The jury came in late yesterday. I had to jump on it.
Would you rather be scooped by me or by a rival publication?
How did you get Patrick Boyd to talk to you?
I paid him. You did what?
Not directly. I'm not an idiot. It's an advance.
I set up a book deal with Larry.
Larry?
You mean Lawrence Kellard, Senior VP of publishing?
I did a profile of him on my blog last year. I had his email.
I guess he doesn't sleep much, either,
because we were IM-ing about it all last night.
You can feature a chapter in Bonfire,
Parador can buy the film rights.
Didn't you say you were all about the synergy?
You know what else I'm a big fan of? Chain of command.
If I didn't get on this right away, we would have lost the story.
You work for Nico Reilly.
If that's something you can't respect, maybe this isn't the right place for you.
Maybe it isn't.
I like her.
You're kidding me?
She did a total end-run around you.
Your February cover's a complete wash.
Who does she think she is?
Me, 10 years ago.
Look, when I saw the site, I wanted her head on a stick,
but you know as well as I do, this is a big score for us.
I'll find another cover story.
But just so that we're clear, I fight my own battles.
I still don't understand how this happened.
Oh, it was dark. He probably just didn't see it.
Here, do you want some glue, honey?
Yeah, thanks.
Why'd he come home way later than you, though?
I thought you guys went out together.
What? Are you writing a book?
Was he wasted?
Your father does not get wasted.
Uh, yeah. But if he did, he might wake up the next morning looking a bit like this.
Don't I get a "good morning"?
Yeah, you kind of get what you give.
Sorry about this.
Is there any coffee?
There was, at breakfast.
I'll make some fresh coffee for you, Dad.
No, no, that's all right. You go help your mother.
I'll look after myself, darling.
So, how did last night go?
Was it, like, sold out? What was Natasha like?
You know, ask your mother. She was there.
Yeah, but you got to play with her. You were, like, onstage with her.
Was it totally awesome? Are you going on tour?
Maddie, please. Oh, next time you see her,
you have to get an autograph for Chloe. Because I told her,
and she didn't believe me, and I really think that...
Maddie, Maddie, Maddie, can I just have a cup of coffee, okay,
before we start talking about rock stars
that your little pals want to get autographs from? Please?
Don't worry. I'll have all my stuff out of here by the end of the day.
You mean your laptop?
Relax. You're not fired.
And you're not quitting, either.
Oh. I'm not?
No, you're not. Now, sit down.
Let's get something straight.
New media is a division of Bonfire Magazine, which I run.
If you need to call me at 3:00 in the morning, you call me at 3:00 in the morning.
I know you think you know everything, but there's a lot that you can learn.
Lesson number one, as long as you're here, you want me on your side.
Fine.
Thanks.
I could use someone like you on my side.
You know, someone your...
With your experience.
LOL.
Now, get back to work.
Should we get the check? Yeah.
No, I may want to get another latte.
Don't you have to get back and sew buttons on?
I thought you were on a deadline?
Maybe not.
I mean, maybe he's not in the marrying place anymore, you know?
I could be taking this huge leap and go splat.
Honey, every guy that has ever gotten down on one knee has felt that way.
I mean, by the time Shane asked me to marry him, he was a mess.
I had to empty the popcorn bag, so he could breathe into it.
And we turned out okay.
If you don't count last night.
What did I miss last night?
Oh, just more drama on The Tour That Ate My Family.
She wants them to all go on tour together, and he doesn't love the idea.
Well, I can see that.
I mean, honey, you never packed up your husband and kids
when you went on a movie location.
Look, I know that I may get kicked to the curb for saying this,
but, sweetie, all Shane wants is to have
what you've always had, right? A chance to be completely absorbed in his work.
He wants to focus on his music.
He wants to be surrounded by other musicians on a stage.
I want to go on tour, and I don't even play an instrument.
It's his turn, isn't it?
Oh, you're still here?
Would you like me to call Victory and tell her you're on your way?
Would you like me to call her and tell her you're running late?
Mr. Bennett?
Sir? You really need to tell her something.
Hey, there. Hi, Mom!
Hi. All right, dinner is almost ready. Go clean up.
I'm not that dirty.
Oh, do it anyway, please.
Thank you.
So, why so late?
Hmm? Oh, Taylor's music teacher cornered me,
asked if I wouldn't mind writing a few original songs
for the Christmas pageant.
Offers just keep rolling in, don't they?
What's this?
You kicking me out?
Yep.
For four months.
Go on, open it. Go on.
What is that? You're joking.
Do you remember that?
This is...
Promise me you won't even think about putting it on.
I won't think about putting it on, no.
Well, I'll call Taylor's teacher, and just say you're not available.
Wendy, look, I'm really sorry about last night.
I behaved like an idiot, and I'm just really sorry.
It's all right. It's okay. Really, I know, okay?
I know why we both acted the way we did.
Shane, I really think you should go on that tour.
Just you. We'll manage.
No, I've made peace with it. I don't have to go.
Yes, you do.
Believe me,
I don't want you to be that guy on that last barstool any more than you do.
Oh, honey.
Well, we'll visit you.
Okay, not often. Don't worry.
It's going to be hard for you to come home, though.
I mean, how can I compete with 15,000 adoring fans?
And what happens when other people find out how amazing
you are and ask you to join other tours?
I'll tell them I'm already booked.
Need some help?
Uh-uh, I'm good. Thanks.
The staff is brainstorming on a new concept for the cover.
I should have something to show you on Monday.
Hmm.
I've always liked rules, structure. I like things clear.
All my life, people are always telling me that I should have joined the military.
Why didn't you?
Like the rules. Hate the guns. Agreed.
Hmm. One of my own personal rules,
one that I have never broken.
Don't date anybody who works for you.
And the way I acted this morning, that's part of the reason why.
I know you can handle yourself, Nico,
in pretty much any situation, especially here.
But, for some damn reason,
I have this urge to take care of you.
I don't need you to take care of me.
I know.
So, how about you take me out to dinner tomorrow night?
I can live with that.
You know what I'm going to miss most when I'm on tour?
It better be this.
I was going to say, our comforter.
With you beneath it, of course.
Oh, I'm going to miss mornings like this.
But then, I'll hear Taylor complaining that there are no waffles, and I'll be okay.
Won't even notice you're gone.
Nice.
Oh, but not waking up with you for four months.
Darling, you call me when you get up in the morning, okay?
It doesn't matter where I am, what time zone I'm in. You call me, all right?
You know what? Now might be a good time to set some road rules.
Mmm... Really?
For instance, no inappropriate touching.
Okay.
This. Yeah?
No way.
Mmm-hmm.
Can you give me another example of what wouldn't be allowed?
Well...
This. Definitely not allowed.
Mmm-hmm. Anything else?
This. Don't even think about it.
Anything else? And this.
Oh, I'll hurt you. Okay.
Ellen.
Good morning! Are congratulations in order?
No. Is he there?
No. Isn't he with you?
He never showed up.
Oh, no.
Yeah, do you know where he might be, or why he didn't even call?
Maybe.
Nico?
Kirby. Hey. What are you doing here?
I'm dropping off some contact sheets for Victory.
She asked me to do it in person.
Oh. Yeah, she wasn't too keen
on me e-mailing nude pictures of her,
was afraid they'd end up on Facebook.
She said that you were her saving grace.
She was great, and I think it's going to lead to some more work,
so thank you again.
Good. Good.
Any room in your office for more flowers?
Hey, I was, um... I was going to mention it the other day, but
are you going to use the Aspen tickets this Christmas?
Oh, God. I'm sorry. I completely forgot about them.
I'll messenger them to you, Monday.
Oh, no, no, don't bother. I'll just get a refund. I'm not going to use them.
Oh, you should. It's beautiful, especially this time of year.
Ask a friend to go. You'll have a wonderful time.
Yeah, you're right. I should do that.
Yeah.
So, friend, you want to come with me?
Either you have remarkable psychic ability, or Ellen just lost her job.
Then, let's go with remarkable psychic ability.
Happy one-year anniversary.
Day late and a dollar short.
You have no idea.
I really did want to have that dinner with you.
And yet, here you are dining with the seagulls instead.
If there's something that you need to say, please, just say it.
See that Wonder Wheel, there?
Neighbor of mine, when I was a kid, his name was Lou,
he was the ticket taker there when I was young.
And he used to let me work for him in the summertime.
It was my first job.
The money was lousy, but I was in it for the free rides.
I used to love being suspended from on top, just dangling up there.
Look over the whole neighborhood, the ocean.
God, I loved that.
Anyway, Lou used to always say, "The trouble with being on top, Joe,"
"is that you can't go anywhere from there but down."
So, what? You're thinking of buying the boardwalk or something?
I'm not up there, Victory. I am down here.
I don't understand.
I had a nice run, Victory.
But I gambled big, and I lost big.
Stop talking like a fortune cookie. What's going on?
I am overextended. I am under-capitalized.
I'm starting over. Okay? I can't drag you down into this.
It may be...
It may be a while before I'm out of this hole.
Joe. I know what you're going to say.
It's only money, and I'm sure that you're right, but the problem is,
I don't really know who the hell I am without it.
I know who you are.
You're the man I want to marry.
What is this?
Did you make this?
Yeah.
It's a good color.
Try it on.
It may not be a Gulf Stream private jet, but...
It's my version of a cupcake, you know?
How does it look?
Look on the inside pocket.
Don't you still want to marry me? I do.
But... No but.
Just, I do.
I may not be able to bankroll you, Mr. Bennett, yet.
But I know how to keep you looking sharp.
You own my heart, Joe.
Whatever else you do or you don't have,
you'll always own my heart.