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Previously on Swingtown.

I want us to be

completely open,

all options on the table.

You said yes to Tokyo, didn't you? You mad?

Ask me from a Japanese pay phone

after we've been apart for three days.

Sylvia's a partner at Kessler and Loeb.

Today's woman can do anything she puts her mind to.

I am going to eat a pot brownie.

Olly, olly, oxen free!

(women squealing and laughing)

This works, you know?

You and me.

(sighs)

Babe?

What time is it?

Well, it's bedtime for me,

but you've got about an hour to get to the airport.

(sighs)

Not going to be easy getting used to this schedule.

(laughs) Tell me about it.

I was debating whether or not

I should let you sleep right through it.

Come here.

(both sigh)

Did you know that I can count on one hand

the number of days we've spent apart

since we were married?

Don't think about it in days, think about it in hours.

13-hour flight to Tokyo, 13-hour turnaround,

quick 13-hour flight back home.

Why are there so many 13s in that sentence?

You superstitious?

(laughs)

Not about the flight.

You don't do well alone, Tom.

I'm not that guy anymore.

And I wouldn't do anything to mess this up.

It's too... perfect.

(sighs)

Do you have any idea how much I love you?

(Trina giggling)

JANET: As you can see, ladies,

this particular line of stacking bowls

is not just ideal for storage and convenience,

but it's also spill-proof.

How much for the whole lot? (laughs)

If selling these things were only that easy.

I suppose the bright side

of Susan moving across town is that

it opens up a whole new market.

If I could just relax and remember my talking points.

Maybe I can help you relax, hmm?

Take a later train? (laughs)

Roger, what has gotten into you?

Well, I-I just did my hair.

(laughs)

Come on, where's the crazy skinny-dipper from the cabin?

That was one weekend of bad judgment,

and I will not have you

holding that over my head my entire life.

That was the most fun I ever saw you have.

(laughs)

Oh.

Well, maybe, uh, we can pick back up

when I get home tonight.

Last I checked, today is not a Friday, Roger.

(laughing): Now go to work.

Honestly.

LAURIE: "Anti-ERA leader Phyllis Schlafly will testify

"before the RNC today, urging members

"to stand up against the Supreme Court's decision

protecting a woman's right to choose."

("Mr. Big Stuff" plays)

Can you believe this?

It's a complicated issue.

I don't see what's complicated about it.

Carter better win

this election, or women are totally screwed.

Watch your mouth, Laur.

Why, because you don't like what I'm saying?

No, 'cause you sound like a truck driver.

Paper, please. * You think you're higher

* Than every star above...

What's for breakfast?

Uh, this is actually for Janet's luncheon, but there's

English muffins in the fridge.

Okay.

* Mr. Big Stuff

Wow. How many women are expected at this thing?

Mm, a dozen.

Right.

(Bruce and Susan laugh)

I'm gonna take this dip over to Trina's.

Maybe she can use it for her party tomorrow night.

BRUCE: What party? I don't

remember you mentioning a party.

LAURIE: Maybe you weren't listening.

It's a fund-raiser.

Apparently, the government arrested some actor, and

Trina and Sylvia are raising money for his legal defense.

The invitation's right there. I'll see you tonight?

* Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff *

LAURIE: Oh, wow. I don't believe this.

BRUCE: What?

(doorbell ringing)

Come on in.

You and Tom busy?

Oh, Tom flew to Tokyo last night. Oh.

But Sylvia and I were just prepping for the party.

Oh. Well, maybe I can help.

I-I accidentally made too much seven-layer dip. Oh.

Thought if you had room in your fridge,

you could serve it at the party.

Oh, well, it's-it's being catered. Oh.

But the two of us have been at this

since the crack of dawn,

so, if you don't mind, I might just

break out those chips right now.

Morning, Sylvia. Hi!

While I have you here, I can use your opinion.

What do you think?

Exhibit A.

(laughing) Oh, my God!

Who-Who is that?

Oh, it's Harry.

Well, maybe you'd recognize him

better without the stickers.

(laughs)

Harry Reems, our guest of honor.

I...

The star of Deep Throat.

Deep Throat?

(laughs): Well, of course.

What did you think this party was for?

Um...

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You're throwing a fund-raiser for an actor in a porno film?

Well, Harry's an American citizen first and foremost.

Not to mention a very sweet guy.

(laughs) Yeah. (phone ringing)

Right back. Okay.

Hello?

TOM: Is this the lady of the house?

That depends on who's calling.

What you wearing?

Oh, honey, you know I'm always up for a little overseas chat,

but you caught me in full-blown party-planning mode.

What time is it there?

Who knows? The clocks are all in Japanese.

You in for the night?

Hmm. Where am I gonna go?

Wouldn't be any fun without you.

(laughs)

Right, then I'll call you in a bit and...

tuck you in, okay, babe?

Mm-hmm. (laughs)

Love you.

I love you more.

(Japanese pop ballad plays)

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

That was quick.

You didn't give me time to brush my teeth.

MAN: Don't bother on my account.

Hey, Rex. No, I thought you were the wife.

Any plans?

Nope. I'm hanging in tonight.

Want to do some partying?

Yeah? Who you with?

Someone new. What do you say?

Yeah... Why not?

Yeah, stop by on your way out.

TRINA: Susan, if you have time

to help stuff envelopes,

I can promise you a signed eight-by-ten glossy of Harry.

(laughs) Uh...

Susan's not coming.

SUSAN: When I RSVP'd,

I-I didn't realize

what this party was all about.

I-I have children.

SYLVIA: What if one of them grows up and decides

to be a filmmaker or a painter?

You want them living in a country

that-that prosecutes artists

for expressing themselves?

Oh, you don't seriously consider Deep Throat art?

Who's to say?

I mean, frankly, I thought it was hilarious.

(laughs)

I'm-I'm curious, Susan.

What did you find so offensive?

I mean, beyond the ridiculous premise.

Well, to be honest, I-I haven't seen it.

SYLVIA: So,

you're fine letting them throw a man in jail

over a movie you haven't even seen?

SUSAN: No, I...

(laughs)

I... It's-It's pornography.

SYLVIA: Susan, it's fascism.

The Nixon administration set out

to prosecute Harry Reems for one reason--

to distract attention from Watergate.

It has no legal precedent.

I'm sorry. This is not exactly

the kind of thing my husband and I discuss

around the dinner table, and I...

SYLVIA: Please tell me you're not

one of those wives who needs her husband

to give her her opinion.

TRINA: Sylvia!

SYLVIA: Well, by looking the other way,

she's helping them get away with it.

What do you think it is we're doing here?

Well, Susan's not the enemy.

It's all right, Trina.

I think I better go.

(snorting)

Ah. You're up, buddy.

Oh, not tonight.

Still adjusting to the time difference.

You got to at least have a drink.

Sure. Uh...

cocktail?

Uh, just grab her a beer.

She's, uh...

She's exotic, Rex, but... how do you communicate?

Language of love. (Japanese pop song plays)

It's universal. (giggles)

(laughs)

(knocking at door)

Well, who could that be?

Oh, I hope you don't mind, Tom.

I let some of the stews know we'd be up here.

(sighs)

(laughter) Hey!

All right, let's get this party started, huh?

Let's have a round.

This is Tom.

No volleyball net.

Are you sure? I remember rolling it up

right before we moved out of the last place.

Nope. Someone should have one down at the beach.

Or we could just tie a rope between two trees?

GAIL: Samantha?

Did you steal my smokes from the pantry?

Cigarettes don't get up and walk off by themselves.

Samantha doesn't smoke.

No one's talking to you.

It was my fault, Mom. I saw you were running low.

I should have said something.

I'll ride by the store,

pick you up a couple packs.

Okay. Here.

I'll be counting the change.

(sighs)

Don't keep me waiting all day.

You stole your mom's cigarettes?

I always take two out of each carton.

Why?

'Cause now we have enough to buy a volleyball net.

Come on.

I'll race you to the beach.

(indistinct shouting)

Good afternoon, Miss Miller.

Afternoon, Mr. Stephens.

So, last few days of summer school.

Hmm. Time really flies, huh?

Do you think?

Feels to me like this week is dragging on forever.

Hey, Laur.

Don't you look nice.

Hey, teach. It's Logan.

We met a couple weeks ago at that play.

Right. How's it going?

Can't complain.

Uh, Laurie, I will see you in class?

Yup. Logan.

What are you up to, Logan?

I saw him leave your house last weekend.

No sense in denying it.

You're spying on me?

More like

looking out for you.

What do you want?

You.

(school bell rings)

Look, you better go learn something

while you still can,

because a teacher like that

might not be working here much longer.

JANET: The latest line

of easy-store containers

passed over a dozen factory tests.

This is our small bowl in avocado.

Susan, if you'd kindly pour

the tomato soup...

Sorry. (nervous laughter)

Now, to retain freshness,

you simply lift a corner,

and you burp the bowl

of all extra air, snap...

and seal... whoops.

(all gasp)

Clumsy me.

Now, would you look at that.

Not a drop on the sofa.

(laughter, applause)

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me.

Now, if you ladies will follow me into the kitchen...

Hi, I just wanted...

Oh, I'm sorry, do you have company?

No, it's just, um, more like a Tupperware...

party, something Janet and I

have been doing forever.

I-I would have invited you, but I-I didn't think you'd

be interested in burping plastic bowls.

Good call.

I was worried that you may

have felt a little ambushed this morning.

Actually, I-I felt, um, stupid.

Oh, that's an ugly word...

and the last one I'd use to describe you.

I'm not sure Sylvia would agree. Sylvia's used

to arguing in court-- she can come on a little strong.

Trina. Hi.

I didn't think you'd be joining us.

Oh, I'm afraid I can't stay,

Janet, but sign me up

for a dozen of... whatever.

Susan, it's showtime.

I'll be right in. Okay.

Well, I'll let you get back to your party.

Here's a little research on the issue.

And the last thing you should ever feel

is stupid, Susan.

If you happen to change your mind

about the party,

the invitation's open, okay?

DOUG: Thank you all very much

for your hard work in class these last few weeks.

At least, I'm assuming you worked hard.

I'll find out tonight while I'm here grading these.

If you are sitting there

wishing you'd put in a little more effort,

I could always use some hot coffee,

maybe a donut at around midnight.

(students laughing) Anyone?

I'm just saying there's- there's extra credit

in there somewhere.

(bell ringing)

BRUCE: Susan?

Upstairs.

Is it after 6:00 already?

Yeah, I was kind of hoping

you'd pick me up from the station.

I'm meeting Roger and the gang

for a last practice

before tomorrow's bowling championship.

Sorry, I-I lost track of time. Uh...

"Reaming Harry Reems in Court"?

Is this about that fund-raiser?

It's terrible what's happening to this man.

Susan, the guy's a porno actor.

You-you know about him?

Yeah, yeah, I saw the movie.

You did?

A few months ago,

with some guys from the exchange.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was just for laughs.

I didn't want you getting the wrong idea.

Trust me.

The movie is not for you.

I want to go to the party.

Well, we can't.

Why not?

I have the league championship tomorrow,

and you don't want to go to a party

like that without me.

Oh, come on.

You know what goes on across the street.

Look, is dinner almost ready?

'Cause Roger's picking me up in, like, 20.

(sighs)

Coming right up.

(murmuring)

Can we talk?

Sure, about what?

I saw Deep Throat last night.

You went to a porno theater?

Yes.

Did anyone see you there? I don't know.

I... nobody was paying any attention to me anyway.

Well, no, of course not.

What could possibly be more interesting

than what they were watching?

(sighs)

What were they watching?

This ridiculous story about...

about a woman whose...

pleasure center is in her throat,

and this wacky doctor who helps her

to, uh, find it.

That's horrifying.

Oh, completely...

and... and also oddly... amusing.

I... it's...

really, it's just a silly movie.

With naked people.

Yes. Having sex.

Oh, yes.

Why are you telling me this?

Because...

the government's prosecuting the leading actor.

Well, good.

No, it's not, they...

I mean, they're denying him his First Amendment rights,

and Trina's throwing a fundraiser

for his legal defense tonight.

Why am I not surprised?

I want you to come with me.

To a party for a porno actor?

At Trina's?

I...

I think it's important,

and-and Bruce and Roger

are bowling tonight, so I know you're free.

(sighs)

Please?

Remember that girl

who ate pot brownies

and played Twister at the cabin?

Why does everyone keep throwing that back at me?

You know I would do anything for you, Susan...

But not this.

I'm sorry.

There should be martini shakers under the bar sink,

and if you need extra glasses, they're right over here.

TOM: Konichiwa.

Oh, baby.

You're home.

I told you I'd be back in time for the party.

I tried calling a couple times last night, or morning.

My time or your time? Both.

You didn't pick up. Yeah, well,

a few friends came by the room.

It turned into quite a little party.

Really? Who?

(sighs)

Rex and the crew, nobody special.

Well, I can use your help

putting up some of these banners.

Mmm, you got it.

Just give me a few minutes to rest my eyes.

MAN: Does it bother you

to constantly be compared with Olga Korbut?

I am not Olga Korbut; I am Nadia Comaneci.

(interviewer laughs) SPORTSCASTER: A very confident Nadia...

Hey.

What's going on? Bored.

The Deckers are having one of their parties.

My mom's going.

Is that good or bad?

Good, for now.

I don't have to worry about her till she gets home.

That's that Romanian girl.

She was on the news last night, too.

Look at that dismount!

She scored another ten.

Hard to believe she's just a kid, like us.

Yeah, except she's perfect.

I wonder what her mother's like.

Probably a lot like yours.

You want a Yoo-hoo?

(both sigh)

And the judges are tallying her score.

(crowd cheering)

A perfect score! Perfect.

Hey, when did you get home?

Few minutes ago.

It's bowling night, remember?

You going somewhere?

Um, Trina's party.

I thought we decided we were sitting this one out.

Actually, you decided that.

Susan, this party

is about pornography.

I know what it's about.

I saw the movie.

Come again?

Last night, when you were at practice,

I had to see for myself what the fuss was all about.

LAURIE: Are you guys talking about Deep Throat?

Okay, Laurie,

you're interrupting a private conversation.

Door was open.

I've had it about up to here

with your sass, young lady.

I don't want you going

to the Deckers' tonight, not without me.

That's Mom's decision, Dad.

Laurie, don't talk back to your father.

I was defending you.

(sighs)

Wow.

LAURIE: You know, maybe Dad's right.

If this party is about fighting censorship,

maybe you don't belong there after all.

I'll be home

after bowling.

We'll finish the conversation then, okay?

(chatter)

TOM: Tell us the truth.

That was a camera trick.

On our budget?

What you see is what you got.

Oh, well, that's a little hard to swallow.

(groans) Ignore my husband, Harry.

The whole movie is ridiculous

male fantasy, never mind the...

anatomical stretch.

Hey, I'm not a real doctor.

I just played one in the movie.

Well, Linda Lovelace didn't exactly invent

that move, you know?

Bet I could give her a run for her money.

Enchantée, Mr. Reems.

My name is Gail.

I'm a big fan.

Ah.

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me.

She's not kidding, you know?

(both laughing)

I'm not.

(gasps)

Susan...

You made it after all.

Yep.

Come on in.

Things are just getting started.

(dance music plays)

(dance music playing, people chattering)

Susan, you look fantastic.

Where's Bruce?

Bowling.

Tom, will you get Susan a drink, please?

Sure. Bowling?

I don't believe it.

Janet?!

Well, well, well.

Look who's stepping up for Harry.

What are you doing here?

I didn't come to support pornography,

I just want to make that perfectly clear.

I'm only here to support Susan.

Good for you.

Ladies, can I get you a drink?

Gimlet, Susan?

Yes, please.

Uh, I'll have one, too, please.

Let's mingle.

(women giggle)

(groans)

That bad, huh?

(sighs)

Don't worry, it's not yours.

I actually save your essay till last.

It gives me something to look forward to.

Coffee and a bear claw.

(chuckles)

Seems you are the only one

who took my offer of extra credit seriously.

I'm not here for extra credit.

What are you here for?

It's been a weird couple days.

Yeah, yeah.

You, uh, you seemed a little out of sorts in class.

Anything you want to talk about?

No.

Just wanted to see you.

"By renouncing fear in his definition

"of an examined life, Camus hands each of us

the tools of our own salvation."

Cindy Linder wrote this?

Mm-hmm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Eh, eh.

Sorry, you can't read that.

Right. Sorry.

(chuckles)

You're a really good teacher, you know that?

Only for one more week, then class dismissed.

Then what?

I don't know.

But I sure am looking forward to it.

Me, too.

Where you going?

To renounce my fear, like Cindy said.

("Give Up the Funk" by Parliament playing)

* Give up the funk

* Ow, we need the funk

Here you go, ma'am.

Thanks for your support.

I'm afraid that's my last picture.

Well, don't worry, ladies,

I'll dig up some posters from the movie.

Worst case, you can sign Polaroids.

I've signed stranger things.

(laughs)

Bored yet?

I could think of a couple things

to liven up the party.

(whispers): Ever have a Singapore Swing?

Uh, I'm-I'm gonna grab some food while I got the chance.

It's a complete witch hunt,

conceived and executed by Washington ideologues.

And we're all paying for it with our tax dollars.

That's right.

Susan, I am so glad you're here.

What changed your mind?

I might not agree with what the movie stands for,

but you were right.

Harry Reems is being railroaded.

It's censorship, pure and simple.

I owe you an apology.

You and I live

completely different lives, Sylvia.

I don't expect you to understand where I'm coming from.

And I never will if I don't remember to listen.

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

I need a break.

Well, these watercress sandwiches are delicious.

Mm, too spicy for me.

If you're afraid of a little spice,

I don't know why you're at this party.

Little help from my friends.

They're trying to keep me out of jail.

Oh, my goodness.

Uh, you're him?

Harry Reems.

That cannot be your real name.

No.

It's how people know me.

Seems to me, people know you for an entirely different reason.

My winning smile.

(both chuckle)

Ha-ha.

I haven't seen your film, Mr. Reems, so pardon my ignorance,

but what the heck were you thinking?

It was a job.

They weren't hiring at Woolworth's?

(laughs)

I'm an actor.

I just wanted to pay my bills.

Well, I hope they paid you well, for all the trouble it caused.

$250. That's it.

My legal expenses are in the tens of thousands.

Plus, no one will hire me as an actor now.

Certainly there must be something else you can do.

I, for example, am in sales.

No kidding.

What do you sell?

Uh, kitchen necessities.

Though I'm not sure they'd let a man do the job.

I cater almost entirely to women.

I'm pretty good with women.

Well, you really knocked 'em down tonight, Bruce.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You know we-we won the trophy, you know?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Rog.

It's just, you know, trouble at home.

What kind of trouble?

Something's going on with Susan.

I'm not quite sure how to explain it.

Does it have to do with the, um...

you know, the thing with the Deckers?

Uh, yeah, in a way.

Nothing's been the same since we met Tom and Trina.

You want to hear something weird?

It gets weirder?

Okay.

The morning after that first night with Tom and Trina,

that is the closest I have felt to Susan since...

our honeymoon.

Yep, that's pretty weird.

But now,

it's like she's this completely different woman.

What do you mean?

Well, she's got all these new opinions.

I mean, she's not picking me up at the train,

dinner is not ready when I get home.

She went and saw a porno movie,

for Pete's sake.

I mean, sure, the sex, yes, is great,

but these other things, man...

I'm sorry, you are, you're talking

to the wrong guy on this one.

The only time I'm allowed to have sex with my own wife

in my own house is every other Friday night.

Wow.

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, figured Janet might have loosened up a bit

after that night at the cabin.

All Janet brought back from the cabin

is her determination to stay Susan's best friend.

That's why she went to Trina's party tonight.

Janet went to the Deep Throat party?

Only because she thought Susan needed her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, Susan is there, too?

I'm sorry, to the what party?

Check, please.

(door opens)

Hey, Laur.

Thanks for meeting me, Logan.

So where's your teacher?

Grading papers.

You know I can bring him down anytime I want.

Then what's stopping you?

I don't get you.

I know.

But he does.

Look, I understand you're not happy.

And, yeah, you have all the power.

But you also have a choice.

Do you remember the day we met?

You stepped on that rusty nail at the beach.

And you carried me all the way to your truck,

told me stupid jokes in the emergency room.

(chuckles softly)

I didn't expect that from you.

That's the reason I went out with you.

So what do you want me to do?

Just let me go.

DOUG: Laurie?

Are you still out there?

You're really sure this is what you want?

Hey.

I thought you left already.

I was just about to.

Well, I'm, uh, I'm all finished up,

so if you need a ride home...

No, thanks.

I'm gonna walk.

One more week, right?

Yeah, one more week.

(silverware tapping on glass)

Thanks for coming, everyone.

Um, I want to thank

our wonderful hosts, Trina and Tom Decker,

for welcoming us into their home.

(applause)

And we are honored to have Harry Reems among us tonight.

(applause)

They have the nerve to charge Mr. Reems

with conspiracy to distribute obscenities across state lines,

of all ridiculous things.

Now, as you all know, Mr. Reems is being targeted...

There's Janet.

BRUCE: No Susan?

(crowd booing, hissing)

SYLVIA: And it's up to us to do something about it.

And now, to cap off the evening, we have a very special treat

for all of you.

Get your things; we're going home.

Bruce...

TRINA: So, please,

grab whomever's next to you,

and join us for a private screening of Deep Throat.

(cheering, excited chatter)

Roger, what are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

Well, hey, good.

Well, they're about to show the movie, so we better go.

It's just a movie, Roger.

How bad could it be?

Are you saying you want to stay?

What is going on with you, Susan?

I came to hear people discuss an important issue.

More important to you than me?

Look,

look, you know I didn't want you to come tonight.

Bruce, you're making a scene.

You two all right? We're fine.

This is my husband,

uh, Bruce.

This is Harry Reems.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Look, this is between me and my wife...

Hey, come on, man, be cool.

If she wants to stay, she should stay.

Oh, shut up, Harry!

Bruce!

(projector clacking)

(sighs)

Get your things, we're going home.

(people murmuring)

No, I'm not.

Fine.

Where are you going?

Bruce...

(film projector clacking)

(fly unzipping)

(scattered chuckles)

(woman moaning)

(giggling)

(woman moaning)

Oh!

MAN: Yeah!

(laughing)

Right back.

(woman moaning)

You okay, Susan?

I don't know.

Everything seems to be getting so complicated.

How do you mean?

Bruce and I aren't in sync

the way you and Tom are.

You-you, you always seem to know

where the other's coming from and...

we don't have that.

Well, change isn't easy on a couple,

no matter how close you are.

What if I'm the only one who's changing?

What if Bruce is...

...incapable, somehow?

Then it's up to you to help him.

(dishes clanging)

(sighs)

Well, that was... perverse.

Just kinda dumb, I thought.

Well, it certainly was that.

Well, I'm sorry if it upset you.

Well, it didn't exactly, upset me.

Just...

Did, um, did any part of you like it?

Why, did-did you?

There you are, Janet.

I saved one for you.

You two want to

join us in the basement?

We got a little after party kicking up.

Thanks, Harry.

Uh, but I think it's time for us to, uh...

move on along.

Right? Yes, definitely.

Time to go.

Mr. Reems.

Good luck to you.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?

A bird.

What would you be?

(sighs)

I don't know.

Tiger, maybe. (chuckles)

(laughs)

If you could be any person in the world, who would you be?

Can I choose to be me?

Then me.

What about you?

Well, definitely not me.

Or you.

Then who?

Nadia?

(bottles clattering)

Damn it!

I gotta go.

Here.

Take this.

Mom,

you okay?

You been in my liquor cabinet?

No, Mom.

Maybe you shouldn't have anymore tonight.

I'm the parent,

you are the kid.

Got it?

Yeah.

Good night.

You think I'm a terrible

person,

don't you?

No.

You're just unhappy.

I love you, Samantha.

I love you, too.

(sighs)

I didn't go to that party tonight to upset you.

Why did you go?

I think...

sometimes I feel like

I don't know what's going on

in the world.

It-it's

not about you.

It... it's not about us.

It's-it's about me.

Everything

keeps shifting.

(sighs)

You, you gotta stop moving the goalpost on me.

I know it's confusing for you, Bruce.

It's confusing for me.

I just want to know...

...where all this is taking us.

I don't know.

But I love you.

*

TOM: Some party.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

How's Susan?

Oh, she and Bruce are having some growing pains.

Do you realize when we first met,

I was a stewardess on an international route,

and you were a co-pilot on his first big assignment?

Mm-hmm.

You were also in a committed relationship at the time.

Technically,

I was the other woman.

Those were extraordinary circumstances.

They seem to be repeating themselves.

You want me to quit this route?

I'll do it tomorrow.

No...

I just want you to understand...

...the reason I didn't want you to take it

in the first place.

What are you afraid of, babe?

Losing you.

Never gonna happen.

That's a promise.

(moans)

Mmm.

Want to join our guests down in the basement?

Maybe, later. Right now

I feel like spending some alone time

with my wife.

* I am woman, hear me roar

* In numbers too big to ignore

* And I know too much to go back and pretend... *

Samantha.

Look out your window.

* ...and I've been down there on the floor *

* No one's ever gonna keep me down again *

* Whoa, yes, I am wise

* But it's wisdom born of pain

* Yes, I've paid the price

* But look how much I gained

* If I have to, I can do anything *

* I am strong

* Strong *

* I am invincible

* Invincible *

* I am woman...

* You can bend but never break me *

* 'Cause it only serves to make me *

* More determined to achieve my final goal *

* And I come back even stronger *

* Not a novice any longer

* 'Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul *

* Oh, yes, I am wise

* But it's wisdom born of pain

* Yes, I've paid the price...

You went to the party anyway, didn't you?

* If I have to, I can do anything... *

Yeah.

* I am strong * Strong... *

Way to go, Mom.

* I am woman

* I am woman

* I am invincible

* I am strong

* I am woman.

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