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-Previously on Ally McBeal...
-I'm leaving.

Was it something I said?
Tell me so I can write it down!

Be quiet, Ling.

He just left me alone...
on Thanksgiving Day.

[Man]
♪ There's a new man in town ♪

♪♪ [Stops]
[Screaming]

-You like it?
-What is going on?

I sat in the room listening to all
those men apologize...

for who and what they are,
and it made me realize...

I've been doing it
my whole adult life.

And you are?

A wussified piece of wet toast
woman's guy.

Well, there's a new man
in town, Georgia.

♪ There's a new man in town ♪

♪ And he's not foolin' 'round ♪

♪ There's a new man in town ♪

♪ And he's not foolin' 'round ♪

[Exhales]

Cameras make me nervous.
So do reporters.

We don't need to talk to anybody.

-Why is there such an interest over this?
-Because you're beautiful.

Because it would raise the bar yet again
on sexual harassment law.

I don't like cameras.

The thing is, we can still settle.

I respect you wanting to
see this thing through, Robin,

but they will be putting you on trial.

I'm gonna see it through.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Ms. Jones, what do you think about--

I'm sorry. We have no comment.

Many feminists
are taking a stand against you--

I said, no comment, thank you.

Mr. Cage, your firm has litigated
several sexual harassment cases.

-Does this one somehow feel bigger?
-[Stuttering]

Was that a Porky Pig reference?

Are you suggesting chauvinism
on the defendant's position?

-[Stuttering]
-Come on, John.

What would you like to say to
the viewers about your client?

[Stuttering]

Who is Robin Jones in all this?

[Stuttering]
Lady Liberty.

♪ I've been down this road ♪

♪ Walkin' the line
that's painted by pride ♪

♪ And I have made mistakes
in my life ♪

♪ That I just can't hide ♪

♪ Oh, I believe I am ready ♪

♪ For what love has to bring
Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I got myself together ♪

♪ Now I'm ready to sing ♪

♪ I've been searching
my soul tonight ♪

♪ I know there's
so much more to life ♪

♪ Now I know I can shine a light ♪

♪ To find my way back home ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Baby, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪♪

-[Stuttering]
-You believe that?

I'm Richard Fish of Cage and Fish.
Perhaps you've seen my partner.

[Stuttering]

Oh! All right, Richard.

You think it's nice to make fun
of a person stuttering?

[Stuttering]

-Enough!
-All right.

-Richard!
-They're right. Warner Bros.

may be claiming, uh,
trademark infringement.

[John Continues On TV]
John.

[TV Shuts Off]
Aren't you in court?

We broke after openings. Yeah.
I'm on my way back now.

-You catch the news? You look great.
-[Sighs]

I hope you're happy, Richard.

Well, I-I didn't mean anything.

He knows you're meaningless.
Don't worry about it.

Thanks, Ling.

This place needs more men.

I'm looking on a personal level,
by the way.

Thanks again, Ling. I'm sure we'll all
get right to work on that.

He doesn't need to be
handsome, clearly.

I'd just like somebody quiet and rich who
can please me in bed without chemicals.

Ling, if you really feel
the need to humiliate me,

just, uh, you know,
be seen in public with me.

All right, grow up, both of you!

You just have a thing
for grown-ups, don't you?

[Ally] Hey, hey!

-Excuse me?
-Hey, hey, hey.

I have some thoughts
on our Christmas party.

-Quiet!
-Get out!

Elaine!

I was managing editor.

Then became editor-in-chief
when Michael Pearlman passed away.

-That was in March?
-Yes.

What happened then, Ms. Jones?

Almost immediately, we began to get
a version of the blue flu.

Editors started calling in sick.

Sales department heads,
advertising managers, art directors--

They all started calling in sick.

It caused us to miss our May publication,

and it was shortly after that I was fired.

Ms. Jones, these people
worked for you.

You're the boss claiming sexual harassment
from your employees?

Because that's what it was.
They nicknamed me "the nymph."

They circulated memos claiming
they didn't want to work for a sex siren.

That's sexual harassment, Mr. Bender,
whether I'm the boss or not.

You say you became editor-in-chief

when Michael Pearlman,
your predecessor, died.

-Yes.
-How did he die?

-He had a coronary.
-Where were you at the time?

I was with him.
You were making love to him.

Objection. This isn't relevant.

Mr. Bender's trying to titillate
the jury with sordid sex talk.

They had a personal relationship.
No need to air out...

the graphic details of something
we've already fornicated to on the record.

[Stuttering]
Stipulated... to.

I'll allow it.

He died while in the throes--

Yes, Mr. Bender. We were making love
when he had a heart attack.

How old was Mr. Pearlman,
if you know?

I believe he was 86.

When your relationship began
with Mr. Pearlman,

-were you managing editor?
-No.

What was your position?
Uh-- Your job title?

[Robin]
I was an editorial assistant.

-To a contributing editor?
-Yes.

You went straight from an editorial
assistant to a contributing editor,

to managing editor of a magazine?

-Yes.
-You never became a contributing editor?

Or, uh, moved to copy editor,
or senior editor?

No.

Wow.
That's quite a leap.

So I left you alone.
On Thanksgiving.

You saw Whipper.
She was hurt.

Richard, I get it.
I don't compete with her wattle.

She has creases and crevices and folds
I'll never know in my lifetime.

She also cares about me, Ling.
Do you?

Of course I do.
Doesn't it show?

Ling. What-- What do we really
talk about, you and me?

We have fun, we're good company,
we laugh.

But what do we really talk about?

Your house is wired to prevent
any real discussions.

Okay, let-let's face it.

You don't wanna get serious.
I mean, I don't wanna get serious.

We may be smarter than the rest of those
dummies out there searching for love.

Or we may not be. I--
[Sighs]

Maybe we should
find out.

Maybe.

[Sighs]
It's just--

If there's anything
to learn out there, I--

I doubt we'll
discover it together.

So we're officially
broken up?

Yes.

Wow.

I feel relief.
Do you?

Yeah.

Well--
I, uh--

I gotta, uh--
Facilities.

Sure.
Okay.

If you feel these people were
guilty of sexual harassment,

why not fire them?

You had that power.

If I were to fire my editorial staff,
I wouldn't be able to put out a magazine.

-Which they knew.
-Mrs. Jones--

I say, Mrs. Jones,

-you're divorced, right?
-Yes.

Let's cut to it.
The editorial staff at Beantown...

feels you are unqualified
to be editor-in-chief.

In fact, they feel
you slept your way into that position.

Isn't that a fair assessment?

It's a fair assessment
of what they think.

-It's not a fair conclusion.
-Once you became editor-in-chief,

you decided to feature yourself
in a pictorial wearing revealing lingerie.

-Isn't that true?
-Yes.

[Bender]
The purpose there being?

To promote my own celebrity,

which I would then use
to promote the magazine.

[Bender] So, you had an affair
with the editor-in-chief.

You were handpicked
to become his successor,

shortly after which
he dies in your saddle,

after which you then publish
a quasi-nude pictorial of yourself.

Objection. This is argumentative.
It is badgering.

-And I would ask this court--
-[Spectators Gasping]

I apologize, Your Honor.
These are new shoes.

-I'm still breaking them in.
-[Bender] I object to that.

He's famous for pulling these stunts.
I want him sanctioned.

And I object to him attacking me!

[Door Opens]

-That was ridiculous!
-Don't raise your voice at me.

Exploding shoes?
Even for you, John.

I asked you not
to raise your voice to me.

[Door Opens, Closes]
I'm sorry.

-I had no idea he was gonna do that.
-It's okay.

I think it was effective, actually.
It broke up their momentum.

Robin,
I gotta be honest.

I admire you
sticking up for yourself.

But if we win this case,
which I don't think is likely,

the chances of it being overturned
on appeal--

How much are they offering?
Seventy-five.

No.

Again,
in the spirit of honesty,

I find it difficult believing you were
in love with an 86-year-old man.

Then I feel sorry for you.

You may be feeling sorry
for the jurors, then.

Hey, Billy, you said you'd take my case.
You took it.

Are you telling me now you wanna quit?

I'm telling you to settle.

Well, I'm not the settling type.

Funny. I didn't think you were, either.
Excuse me.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Stuttering]

And that was before his feet went off.

[Stuttering]

-Look at that. Every channel.
-Let's just turn it off.

Every channel,
they are making fun of me.

Well, John,
the little fireworks display--

That doesn't license them
to make fun of my stuttering.

It is a big case.

No, that doesn't give them
the right to-- [Stuttering]

the right to-- [Stuttering]
the right-- the right--

-Damn it, I'm stuck!
-Calm down.

Deep breaths.
Easy.

Deep breaths.

[Labored Breathing]

[Man]
I really had no choice but to fire her.

-There was a mutiny of her staff.
-So the discharge...

had nothing to do
with her job performance?

Well, part of job performance
at that level is leadership.

And as publisher,
I had to recognize...

that she could command neither respect
nor loyalty from her subordinates.

Was she even given a chance?
Probably not.

She was editor-in-chief
for only one issue.

Yes. Oh.

By the way, was circulation up
or down for that issue?

It was up, actually.

Up because of her
little pictorial?

That's the likely
reason, yes.

Mmm.
Weren't you surprised...

that Mr. Pearlman groomed Mrs. Jones
to be his successor?

Nothing really surprises me anymore,
Mr. Bender.

Well, were you surprised to learn

that Mr. Pearlman was having
an affair with her?

Objection! The witness answered
that nothing surprised him.

Asked and answered.

Asked and answered.
Asked and answered.

Nothing surprises this witness.

Are you gonna keep grilling him
until you get the answer you like?

-If I could--
-Asked and answered!

-Mr. Cage.
-What, I can't blow my top now?

I can't blow my shoes, I can't blow
my top. Could I blow my nose?

Would that be all right?
It whistles, you know. [Whistles]

[Whistles Softly]

-You're blowin' the case!
-The man kept asking the same question.

He answered it. Did he
not answer the question?

Go home.

-Excuse me?
-You're off the case.

-You can't take me off--
-I'm taking you off the case.

You are an associate, and I'm a--
[Stuttering]

p-part--
Damn it!

-I don't know what's going on.
-Then let's just leave it at that.

You don't know what's going on.

-You're fired.
-What?

I don't want you at my table anymore,
Mr. Cage. You're fired.

[Door Opens, Closes]

So, you and Ally's father--

You broke up already?

We weren't going out, Ling.

We didn't even know
each other's last names.

-But you kissed him.
-Look, I don't wanna talk about it.

Do we really need to talk about it?

I'm going through an emotional crisis
right now, okay?

Richard and I separated.

I'm just looking to latch on
to some companionship.

Forgive me for turning to you.

You and Richard broke up?

Yes.

I'm sorry.
Is there anything I can do?

Well--
Ally's Dad was really cute.

If you're done with him--
[Yells]

I promise you, Ally,

I would make sure he's totally
finished with your mother first.

He's not totally finished
with my mother.

My parents are working it out.

Excellent.

How's it goin'?

-Good.
-Good.

-Good.
-Good.

[Mocking Georgia]
Good.

-Ally, hey.
-Oh, Richard.

I'm-I'm so sorry to hear about
you-you and, um-- um--

-Ling.
-Ling.

Well, it's for the best.

We're gonna remain friends.
That's the important thing.

I actually think it'll be good for me
to be alone for a while.

The independence
will give me a chance to--

Hey! Ow.

Richard. I forgot.
I quit.

-Excuse me?
-I quit.

-But-But-But-But--
-I've decided to go work for Renee.

I'm sorry, and I thank you for everything
you've done for me.

G-Georgia? Georgia?
Could-Could we talk about this?

I-I think you owe me that. I mean,

I'd like you to sleep on it, just--

-I've made up my mind.
-Out of loyalty to me.

One night. Sleep on it.

We could--
We could talk in the morning.

Please.

[Sighs]
Okay.

I owe you that.
[Toilet Flushing]

Elaine, good. Have the locks changed
on Georgia's office tonight.

I don't want her
sneaking out with client files.

-When can I tell people?
-Not until I say.

[slap]
Get those locks changed.

-You are just so sentimental.
-Well--

Ow.

Breathe deeply.

Will you please stop telling me that?
I breathe automatically.

I don't need to be told to breathe.
Is that your approach to problems?

You just go around telling
people to breathe?

I don't need to be told to breathe.

John, you can either
continue to rant,

or you can tell me
why you're behaving like this.

I was fired off the case.

Yes.
That you told me.

And I don't blame Billy or the client.
You're acting like I've never seen you.

What's going on?

I was humiliated, Nelle.
Okay?

The camera's pointing at me.
My stuttering, playing on the news.

-Oh, John.
-No-- Now, don't "Oh, John."

I'm tired of people thinking
I am this funny little man.

People don't think that.

Oh. Can you tell me when you're done
with the funny little man? I need to talk.

I'll call.

Go.

It's just Ling.

I've been ridiculed my entire life.
I'm quite used to it.

But not when
I enter that room.

-What room?
-The courtroom. That's my room.

That's the room I win in.

And anybody who mocks me
in that room regrets it.

And other lawyers, they-- they fear me.
They do, and I like it.

That's been my haven
from ridicule, until today.

I "Poughkeeped" my way
through every newscast,

and I was made a fool of
in my one haven.

Stuttering doesn't make you foolish.

No, no. It sure gets you
laughed at though, doesn't it?

[Inhales]

[Nose Whistles Softly]

She slept her way to the top.

It's my belief.
I won't shy from expressing it.

[Bender] And you were one of the
organizers of the blue flu, Mr. Fordham?

I don't know about organizing,
but I certainly participated.

-Mm-hmm.
-We put in many years

as assistant editors, editors.

It was a very long process
for little pay, I might add.

Then to be suddenly subordinate
to a person with zero training...

who's sleeping with
the editor-in-chief-- that was an insult.

-After she takes over--
-Is he gonna give a speech?

I'll be happy too.

Mr. Bender.
Ask your witness questions.

What else besides her becoming
editor-in-chief upset you, sir?

This is a dignified magazine.

We took pride in its integrity.

What do you think she did
to that integrity

when she does
a little pictorial of herself?

-Did you call her a whore?
-I may have insinuated it.

Call a meeting, ask the other editors
and department heads

about how they felt about
working for a nymph?

Yes. Would you like
to know their answer?

And you all decided
to start calling in sick.

Every reporter at that magazine dedicated
him or herself to its reputation.

-She obliterated it with--
-You all decided to start calling in sick.

We decided to try
to safeguard the pedigree--

You all decided
to start calling in sick!

Yes, knowing
she had the right to fire us.

Okay. I've got it up to a hundred.

No.

Robin, the last point
he made on the stand was a good one.

-You could've fired them.
-Fired them all?

Listen. Sexual harassment law is
based on a disparity of power.

Don't talk to me like I'm a child.

I am telling you,
since you were the boss--

They made those arguments
at summary judgment and lost.

But now we're with a jury, and--

They called me a whore.
We have that on record.

We also have on record
you slept with your 86-year-old boss.

-What the hell does that say?
-What does it say?

Why don't you just give me your take
on all this, Billy.

Okay.

I think you're a bit of a gold digger
looking to capitalize

on a stupid law that works
as an equalizer for weak women.

And if ever a jury found the right case
to take sexual harassment law

and say shove it,
this would be the ideal opportunity.

Why'd you take this case if you--

Because it's also a law
that causes insurance companies

to push the panic button,
and they'll usually pay off.

But here, they're digging in.
That's why I say we should settle.

-You're a male chauvinist pig.
-Card-carrying, and proud of it.

-So, you hate women?
-No.

I hate our chances in this lawsuit.
And as your lawyer, I am advising you--

Part of being my lawyer
is to get behind me and--

As opposed to being on top of you?

I didn't deserve that from them,
I don't deserve it from you.

The truth is, I loved Michael Pearlman.

I don't owe you an explanation,
but I did love him.

And the fact that he's rich--
Women fall...

for 80-year-old poor guys
all the time, don't they?

Look, I don't much care
if you choose to believe me or not.

But I do need to know if you're capable
of continuing with this trial.

I'm fine.

The jury won't see anything from me
but total commitment.

Good. At least one of us
is able to fake it for money.

You pig.

[Sighs]

Mmm.

-That better?
-A little.

I probably should just take an Advil.

Either that, or try to relax a little bit.
[Chuckles]

Working out those knots?

Oh. That's funny.
You're late, by the way.

Well, I usually count to 10
before I see you,

but I've upped it to a hundred.

-Funny again.
-You ready to close?

-I'm fine.
-Fine?

Fine. Let's go.

[Audio Starting,
Stopping Rhythmically]

John. Hey.

[Sighs] I had a dream last night
you went into a post office

-and just opened fire with your shoe.
-Go away, Richard.

Uh, look, I, uh--
I understand...

I may have hurt your feelings
playing that news tape.

-I-I'm sorry.
-Okay.

Is there something you want?

Well, I had a bad week.
Ling and I split, Georgia quit,

and, uh, my fellow senior partner,
who's also my best friend,

he could be
cracking up.

Is he?

John.

My favorite stories growing up
were about the kid who got picked on,

the one everybody
thought was strange,

but who'd then return...

to his high school
or college reunion a new man.

Suddenly, the one
everybody wanted to be.

That's-- That's how my life
was going to turn out, Richard.

I was gonna become
a successful lawyer, become rich,

have a beautiful woman at my side.

Well, that was-- that was the plan.

And it's happened.
You're one of the best litigators in town.

You've got Nelle.
Talk about your beautiful women.

-You got the money, you got the girl.
-And nothing has changed.

I could walk into my high school reunion
with Nelle on my arm,

and they'd say, "Well, how'd that oddball
get her? She must be paid for."

John--

We're not going to change, Richard.
We are who we are.

-Don't you find that devastating?
-Gee. Thanks for the kudo.

Were you in love with Ling?

-Was I in love with her?
-No, you weren't.

She was fun,
she was great to look at,

the sex was good,
and that's enough for you.

That'd be okay if it was a stage
you were going through.

But it isn't. It's who you are.

And I'm not going through a stage
of being odd. That's who I am.

And seeing myself just "Poughkeeping"
away on television, it hit me.

I'm 35, and I am
what I am what I am.

John, if you don't like who you are,
if you're truly unhappy with your life,

it only means you're ready
to have children.

Don't you feel you lead
a rather empty life?

[Chuckles] Everybody says a man
will wake up one day,

look in the mirror and say,
"How'd I get here?"

-But it doesn't have to be that way.
-It doesn't?

There's no rule that says we have
to wake up.

You remember that.

E-mails shooting through the office
that she was the equivalent of a whore.

Group discussions by the water cooler
on what she's wearing.

The joke about smelling salts as her
perfume to keep the old man awake.

And then, the organized sick-out.
The protest.

"We don't want to work for a nymph."
And they got her fired, didn't they?

They got the nymph fired.

Could there be a more open-and-shut case
for sexual harassment?

It doesn't matter
that she was technically the boss.

As a group, these employees held more
power, which they knew and they proved.

And they're in here today
banking on the idea

that the 12 of you
will share their sentiments.

We don't like it when beautiful women
rise to the top.

There has to be a catch.
Just look at her.

She couldn't possibly
have a good idea, could she?

Oh, and the fact

that the circulation went up
for that one issue she got to put out--

It's 'cause she got half naked.
She can't be smart.

The idea that the celebrity of an editor
could help sell magazines--

Well, that's just silly, isn't it?

J.F.K. Jr.'s celebrity didn't help
George magazine.

Tina Brown's profile
didn't help Talk magazine.

Celebrity. That's just a stupid idea
Robin Jones had.

And if you want proof that it's stupid,
just look at her. She's pretty.

And she fell in love
with an older man.

Again, proof positive that she's a nymph
and unqualified to be an editor.

Why bother to give her a chance
when the evidence is so convincing?

Thank God we have good Americans
out there in the workplace

identifying sluts
and making sure they get fired.

So what, this is sexual harassment.

She deserves it. She's pretty.

Well, that was exciting.

Maybe she does have
the talent to run a magazine.

But she doesn't have the credentials,
and my clients resent that.

That makes them guilty
of sexual harassment?

You can't have a negative opinion
about a pretty woman

without running afoul
of sexual harassment laws?

Have we come to this?

Who cares how she got there.
She's a woman.

She's sexy. If you wanna talk about her,

she'll be able to sue you under today's
laws, even if she's the boss.

Let's all stand up together and vomit.

These laws were designed
to protect a secretary...

being groped or propositioned
in the workplace.

Now, they are being exploited
by an editor-in-chief employer.

Enough is enough!

You locked me out?

It's nothing personal, Georgia.
It's just I-I can't trust you.

-That's not personal?
-Georgia, one of the reasons I hired you

was because I was sure
you'd steal files from your old firm.

That's a compliment,
business ethics-wise.

-Open the door.
-Are you really quitting?

-You're gonna work with Renee?
-Yes.

Wow. I-- I didn't think
you'd really go through with it.

I-- It--

I just-- Hey, can I have her office?

Oh! I don't know why
you two broke up.

You are so made for each other!

Hold on a second! You can't just fly
out of here without me having my say.

If things don't work out
at Renee's firm

and you think you can just come crawling
back here and get your job back,

y-you're right.

Yeah.

We'd take you back in a second.

Oh!

Nice, Richard. You made her cry.

[Sniffles]

-Georgia, what's the matter?
-I like it here.

-Then don't quit.
-I have to.

-Why?
-I can't work with that pig-ass bastard.

Billy?

If I don't get space from him during
the day, I'll go looking for it at night.

Out! This is private!

-I gotta--
-Hold it!

[Door Closes]
Um--

Look, Georgia,
I'm no marriage counselor,

but I-I don't think
quitting your job is, you know--

Well, is any kind of answer.

You're right.
I should just leave him.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

I am not saying that.
It's just-- This is a bump.

You just can't--

Every marriage has bumps.

Can I ask you something?
And-And I want you to be honest.

Promise you'll be
completely honest with me.

Okay.

What would you think if-if...

I were to go forward with,
you know, your dad?

My father is happily married
to my mother.

-But he is so nice.
-He isn't nice!

He is just an older pig-ass bastard
who you're to stay away from!

-He is a happily married man!
-Then why did he kiss me?

You were anonymous.
It was an anonymous thing.

He certainly wouldn't have kissed you
had he gotten to know you.

Oh, that didn't
come out how I meant.

Um, you know, look.
Just be patient with Billy.

He-He changed. He'll change back.
People change all the time.

-Am I right, John?
-No! People are what they are!

They don't change!
That's a big conspiracy...

perpetrated by the fashion designers
to sell new clothes.

But you can't change people.
[Stuttering]

Only clothes!

People leave remnants
in my damn bowl!

[Door Opens, Slams Shut]

Mr. Foreman, has the jury
reached its verdict?

-We have.
-What say you?

[Foreman Clears Throat]
"Jones versus Fordham et al.

"On the charge of sexual harassment
and on the charge

"of intentional infliction
of emotional distress...

"and on the charge of negligent infliction
of emotional distress,

count numbers
32612, 32613"--

Just say it.

Oh. We find in favor
of the defendants.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
we thank you for your service.

You are dismissed.
This court is adjourned.

I'm sorry.

I should have listened,
I guess, and settled.

No. You did the right thing.

You would have never
forgiven yourself if you settled.

I admire you for
stickin' to your buns.

Guns.
[Laughing]

-I can't believe I said that.
-Ah. Pig talk.

Oh. Well, thanks for fighting.

Your closing was so impassioned,
I thought for a second

you actually believed
what you were saying.

I did.

I'm sorry for underestimating you,
Robin.

I think we both did a little of that.

So, um, thanks.

Bye.

The pay's pretty lousy,

but you keep a piece of
any action you bring in.

Thank you.

Do you have any idea
how big the firm plans to get?

For now, it's just
you, me and Whipper.

You're walkin' a bit of a plank, Georgia.
We don't have many clients yet.

-Are you sure you wanna do this?
-Yes.

Should I quit too?

-Why?
-Well, if it's gonna be awkward--

Wait, wait--
Why-Why should it be awkward?

You plan to stop being hostile?

As a matter of fact, yes.
I thought I'd try being nice.

-[Groans]
-I'm bored with my character.

Why is everybody
changing around here?

Billy dyes his hair.

Georgia, I think, is
getting testosterone injections.

Now you wanna be nice?
Ling.

A wise man once said to me--
yesterday, as a matter of fact--

"People don't change."

What wise man said that?

-[Stuttering]
-[Reporter] Is that a Porky Pig reference?

He's a sage, Ling.
And he's also here again.

Oops.
[Groans]

Great.

Richard, seriously.

Are we okay working together?

Uh, sure.

It doesn't hurt?

[Sighs]
The truth. It hurts a lot.

What am I gonna do?

Do you think maybe--

I don't know--
we should give it another try?

Well-- You know, I keep asking that.

Suppose we get back
to where we were.

Where were we, Ling?

Really.

Not very far.

Don't you wanna
really be in love one day?

I've read it does happen.

Hey, uh, you know, maybe, um,
we could-- we could still date.

I mean, you know,
till the right one comes along.

Whipper's not the right one?

[Sighs]
I don't know. She might be, but--

I don't know.

I think you should find out, Richard.

Maybe.

Hey.
I would like--

You haven't officially said good-bye
to my knee pit yet.

Nor you to my finger.

Maybe later we could--

Just for old times' sake.

I'd like-- I'd like that.

John? W-W-What--
I'm just decompressing.

-Not to worry.
-[Chuckling] You--

You think that you could
wear bigger gloves?

It's to protect the door...
and my hands.

John--
[Yells]

-John!
-Outta my way, Ally!

-No! In my office!
-No!

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Look out!

[Exhales Sharply]
What the hell is going on?

What gives you the right
to just yank me by the ear and--

John, what is it?
Now, come on.

You were rallying last night
about people don't change.

Now, you talk to me, now!

I've made a big mistake.

Tell me.

Ally, before you came
to this firm,

I never went down
to the bar after work.

I never talked to anyone,
except for Richard.

I was content to be this--
this litigant savant,

because there was safety in it.

[Glass Shattering]

There was safety in it.

And you brought me out.

And I'm grateful for it,
don't get me wrong,

but you also made me believe
that I was mainstream.

And I-- And I totally bought into it.
It's like Richard says, you know.

"You have this
beautiful girlfriend, and"--

But--
[Sighs]

You know, I'm--

I'm also fascinated with frogs.

I draft my closing arguments
in bare feet.

Remnants in toilet bowls
actually traumatize me.

I-- I can only
make love to a woman if I--

if I pretend I'm Barry White.

And I'll tell ya,
just when I think I'm normal,

my nose whistles,
as if to remind me that I'm not.

John, if you were
to look up "normal" in a thesaurus,

you would probably
see the word "ordinary."

You are maybe...

the most extraordinary person
I have ever met.

You say I brought you out.
If I did,

it wasn't because
I convinced you you were normal.

It's 'cause I got you to embrace

how wonderful
all your little eccentricities are.

Now, you know,
I've always considered you

kind of a-a-- a soul mate.

Because we're fellow weirdos.

I think maybe when I saw myself
on those newscasts, I--

I saw a little weirdo, and--

Where you'd rather be
a standard, typical... lawyer?

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Excuse me. Hi. I'm-I'm Richard Fish.
Can I-- Can I help you?

-No. That's okay.
-You got a little, uh, crumb or some--

Yeah. All right.
I got-- I got it.

-Thank you.
-Yeah. That's all right.

[Sniffs] Wow.

Robin. Hey.

-I brought you a gift.
-A gift?

This is the first time a client ever
brought me a gift after losing.

Well--

It's a little, sweet,
male chauvinist pig.

Ah.

Well, I will certainly think of you
whenever I look at it.

-Thank you.
-Thank you again.

You okay?

No. Uh--

Suddenly, I feel like I'm 17.
[Sighs]

I had this whole
conversation in mind,

which was designed to reveal
whether you were happily married.

And I've forgotten it.

So, I guess I'll just ask.

Are you... happily married?

Um, pretty much.

Pretty much.

Okay.
So it's "good-bye" good-bye, then.

Hey, if you ever wanna
sue anybody again--

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

No. It's okay.

It's okay, let's forget it,
or, it's okay it's okay?

It's, um, okay.

[Man]
♪ Me and Mrs. Jones ♪

♪ We got a thing ♪

♪ Going on ♪

♪ We both know that it's wrong ♪

♪ But it's much too strong ♪

♪ To let it go now ♪

♪ We meet every day ♪

♪ At the same café ♪

♪ 6:30 ♪

♪ And no one knows she'll be there ♪

♪ Holding hands ♪

♪ Making all kinds of plans ♪

♪ While the jukebox plays ♪
I don't think--

♪ Our favorite song ♪
Yeah.

♪ Me and ♪

♪ Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones-- ♪♪

Georgia.

Uh, hi.
Uh--

This is Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones, my wife Georgia.

We were, um, just, uh, kissing.

I thought you quit.

I quit my job.

And now I quit you.

[Woman]
You stinker!