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Previously on Masters of Sex. Maybe we have a family.

Just the two of us.

That's enough for me.

We can resume the camping with Bill's frozen sperm, but he knows the odds are

essentially a million to one. If he thinks I've intervened, he will have my

head. Aren't you worried leaving me alone in your apartment?

Should I be?

My last girlfriend, she didn't like spending the night. I had my heart

broken. Is it over between you two?

That's the best.

You, me.

That's the future.

Virginia, for Dr. DePaul. We were lucky enough to lure her away from Cornell.

I'm going to start a clinical outreach program that could save millions of

women's lives.

I know I don't have an M.D., but I do know which strings to pull around here

to get things done.

$12,000 for the first six months.

Can you pull those strings?

Mrs. Scully. Dr. Lamb, what a nice surprise.

I've never had any secrets from him, but now I have you.

And I want to tell everyone.

But you won't, right?

This is complicated for me. I mean, I love my wife.

We should undertake the research with each other.

We could go out for a bite.

I can't.

I'm eating Libby for a late dinner.

All right, then.

Did he say anything to you? Jane, don't worry.

He thinks you're a good secretary. Well, he doesn't seem happy at all.

Dr. Masters rarely seems happy with anyone.

There are a few things, minor things.

For example, when Dr. Masters says it's getting late, what he really means is

you're staying late. So I shouldn't ask if I'm staying? Just assume that you

are. What he really expects of you is to act like a seismometer.

registering his unspoken vibrations from miles away.

Okay. And he's very fussy about his desk, as you know. So just remember,

mail gets stacked on the left, coffee on the right, and no stray paperclips

anywhere, ever. No paperclips. Ever, and no mayonnaise. On his desk? On his

pressed ham sandwich, or any sandwich. He'd prefer there was a law against

mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise, paperclips, or questions. That's right.

He's an odd one, Dr. Masters, but at least he's not like my cousin May's

boss. She kept me on the phone for two hours last night, crying.

Crying? May devoted her entire life to Mr. Burwell. That's his name.

Did everything he asked.

Typing, filing, late night sex, a mimeograph.

Basically put all of her eggs in his basket until one day his wife got wind

and May was O-U-T.

No severance, no letter of recommendation. He didn't just fire her,

he rubbed her out of existence.

That sounds a little extreme.

Actually, it's the oldest story in the book.

He was married, he felt guilty, so she paid the price.

Anyway, do you want to try the new snack shack for lunch?

I'd love to, but I have some work to finish up at lunch.

Mrs. Masters?

I'm Walter.

The handyman, Walter.

You called me about the gutters?

Of course. I'm so sorry.

From your voice on the phone, I thought you were older.

It's this way. Please, come in.

Thank you.

Let me find you the key to the shed.

Can I get you a lemonade?

No, thank you.

You probably think it's silly to hire someone to clean your gutters. It's

usually the husband's job.

Mine works so hard, I can't remember the last time he got around to it. Well, I

did check them before I knocked.

I'd say he was last up there around D-Day.

Actually, I think Hoover was still president.

You can return these when you're finished.

Yes, ma'am.

Dr. Johnson.

Dr. DePaul?

I was wondering if I might take a moment of your time.

I'm busy.

I can see that, but they look like they could wait.

Did you know every teaching hospital in the country assigns the bodies donated

to science a number?

Meaning the students have no connection to the dead.

Instead, I ask families to tell me names, stories, anything about their

loved one, so that my students will understand this was once a human being.

Well, I hope you can be as generous with me.

I want to complete my undergraduate degree.

And one of the requirements for a BS is basic anatomy, your class.

But since I've logged so many hours with Dr. Masters and... Learned so much about

anatomy already. I was hoping I could place out of your class.

Why would you want a degree?

You're doing fine using your other assets.

Because I'd like to avoid comments like that in the future.

Look, there's obviously no love lost between us, so wouldn't it just be

easier... No.

No, you cannot place out of my class.

Well, could I at least get partial credit for my work with Dr. Masters?

No.

Well, I suppose I'll see you in class then.

I'm canceling these tickets here.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Austin.

Margaret. I was... We need to talk.

All right.

I'm beginning to have second thoughts about our going away tonight.

In fact, I'm having second thoughts about a number of things.

You mean about us seeing each other?

Well, Margaret, that is a blow.

But of course, if you've made up your mind, respect your decision.

Of course, having your respect is what matters most.

It came to me as I was sitting here waiting for you, thinking how I told my

dear husband I was going to visit Aunt Caroline. And he knows I haven't seen in

10 years.

I realized I was going to be stuck with that Aunt Caroline story forever.

This was never anything more than a casual fling, anyway.

Was it?

I will always think of you with such affection, Margaret.

Elevations of systolic pressure are between 30 to 80 millimeters.

Diastolic pressure elevations are usually in the range of 20 to 40

millimeters.

With minimal intensity orgasmic experience, diastolic pressure readings

essentially may be unaffected. I would read it with more conviction at the

actual presentation.

Well, you could read it with a monkey on your hat. I'm not sure that changes the

basic facts.

Well, it's boring.

Isn't this why doctors publish their findings in scientific journals?

Where it's supposed to be boring?

I don't want to introduce our work in a paper. I want to use the Friday

presentations. I agree, but to stand up there and read a list of statistics

is... It's not exactly going to set the world or the Friday meetings on fire.

We're scientists, not arsonists.

Yes, but don't you think we should start with one of our more dynamic findings?

It's like vaginal contractions. Every woman, myself included, has experienced

them, but nobody knows they exist.

And we will present that.

How? We know they exist because we've watched them, but you can't wire up a

vagina for graphical verification.

And so the medical community is left taking our word for it. You know what we

need?

Home movies.

I use a brownie to film the kids' school plays and birthdays. And so the minute

we work out how to fit a brownie into a woman's vagina, our problem is solved.

I think the male subject's refractory period is resolving.

If so, the time between resolution and secondary arousal is 16 minutes, 33

seconds.

You don't trust my timing?

I'm expected home.

And I know you're trying to spend more time with Libby in the evenings, so...

Well, yes, of course.

You're right.

I lost track of the time. We have all the data we need, right?

Well, I'll see you in the morning. Good night. Good night.

Hey, kids!

Daddy! Guess who I ran into at the hospital today?

Santa Claus!

In March?

A machine gun!

A Lady Alice gun! At least, darling, for you.

It's a Hoover...

Constellation vacuum.

Top of the line. It actually floats on air like a hovercraft.

Go shoot!

Thank you, dear.

Bam, bam!

Some poor woman was in tears.

Another, please.

She's late, is she?

Isn't everybody always late?

And everything is late.

Too late.

Too, too late.

You picked the only nice place in town for a proper drink.

I can see you're not a regular here.

Oh, does my jacket look like it's from Bull Shoals, Arkansas?

Because you are?

I moved to St. Louis with a friend.

A year ago. A friend.

I like that.

Are you living in sin with this friend?

Is she pressuring you to marry?

We don't see each other anymore.

Yes, that's going around.

Seems to be a minor epidemic.

Hope you have a pleasant evening.

Are you waiting for Barton?

I was just talking to your friend.

Dale. Dale is a student in my graduate advisory.

He has a very bright future in pathology.

Does he?

Yeah.

I thought you were at a board meeting tonight.

Canceled.

And Aunt Caroline?

Sick.

The provost was nice enough to call me last minute, offer to advise me on next

year's courses over drinks. But now that you're here, I think I'll leave you two

to a quiet evening.

Yes, let's reschedule. Oh, no, I insist you join us. No, I really can't intrude.

I do have a new girl now, and she'll be thrilled if I show up, surprise her,

take her to a show.

May I say something to you? Margaret, the boy wants to go. No, I want Dale to

hear this.

I'm very fond of Dale.

Despite our very brief friendship.

Stay single.

I only say this to you because when you're young and in love, everyone

thinks they'll be the exception.

Sure, maybe mom and dad slept in separate beds and then separate rooms.

Maybe the older couples, you know, bicker or fight. Maybe they don't talk

at all if they ever did. But at your age, you can't imagine it will ever be

you.

which is bad enough, but what's even worse is how much you'll feel

like a failure.

Because when the person who knows you best loses interest, that really

takes something out of you.

Like surgery almost.

And you really start to wonder.

If you'll ever be whole again.

Anyway, I'm babbling.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

What in God's name? I was just sitting here. She started talking to me.

That boy, Barton, is not a graduate student.

Dale gets me women.

Professional women.

I came here tonight to meet a prostitute.

It's not the first time I've done this.

And now that that ugly secret is out in the open, maybe we should go in on a

room together with whoever you're here to fuck!

I...

Get myself home.

Obviously, there's a great deal of overlap between the digestive and the

endocrine.

But before we explore the similarities, let me make my policy on punctuality

perfectly clear.

It's mandatory.

I apologize. I'm late, Dr. DePaul.

Dr. Johnson, sorry.

Who can identify this organ?

Mr. Deasy. Liver.

No, Mr. Deasy, it's the spleen, which will be on the exam, gentlemen, so I

suggest you wake up.

Mr. Banks?

That's good.

Lester? Jesus!

Dr. Masters, I thought you were Nosferatu.

Oh.

The Akeley pancake camera, used to shoot the first full-length documentary,

Nanook of the North.

Aeroflex 35, same camera they used to shoot Dark Passage with Bogie and

Bacall. Piece of garbage. I mean, what universe is Agnes Moorhead the killer?

And what is, uh, what is this?

It's a Lester scope.

Patent pending. I, uh, like to tinker.

Five hours ago, that baby was down the throat of a Chinaman with an esophageal

tumor. It's been sterilized. And this device shoots film?

I wouldn't shoot a western with it, but sure.

Can I count on your discretion, Lester?

Because what I'm proposing is not like the cesarean footage you shot for me

last month.

I'm now conducting some unusual medical research.

And I could use someone with your particular expertise.

What is it?

It's a lens.

Essentially.

Cold light illumination?

I'm a bit of a tinkerer myself.

My question for you, Lester, is can you turn that lens into a functional and

fully operational movie camera?

Say it's elementary.

Try, try, try to separate them. It's an illusion.

Try, try, try and you will only come to

this conclusion. Love and marriage, love and marriage go together

like a horse and carriage that was towed by mud.

You can't have one. You can't have none. You can't have one without beer.

I'd like to take you out tonight.

A date.

Jack Lemmon and Judy Holliday are playing at the Everstone.

You want to take me to the drive-in?

Gutters are as good as new, ma'am.

Uh, except your son's been missing this.

Uh, would you like to sell up now, or...? Of course. I'll get your money.

Something wrong?

Uh, no, not at all. I've, uh, I've always loved these iron houses. I just

never met anybody who actually lived in one.

You're an architecture buff?

I spend all day fixing up folks' houses. You pick things up.

Do you know anything about plumbing?

There's a leaky faucet in the bathroom. It's driving us crazy.

Sure.

I don't normally watch television during the day. I just happen to be an Arthur

Murray fan.

So is my wife.

She'd, uh...

Watch and insist we go dancing every Saturday night to try to do them one

better.

Are you going this Saturday?

No, I'm not.

My wife, she passed.

She got sick unexpectedly.

I'm so sorry.

It's easy if you think less.

Yes, I found that to be true.

About the dancing.

And when I was outside, I could see you were counting beats.

You've got to think with your feet.

And what they're doing right now, that's called a tango.

Now, that first step's a little tricky.

You go slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

That's the pattern.

Can you do it?

Oh, please.

It's been a long time.

Try closing your eyes.

I should hire you to be my teacher.

I mean it.

We could watch the show and practice the steps.

Then I'd have something to dazzle my husband with some Saturday night at the

Imperial. I couldn't take money for that, ma'am. Why not?

Another odd job.

Now see, you're still counting.

Steak sandwich?

Thanks, Viv.

I had resigned myself to Welsh rarebit.

Instead, I got steak.

Hey, I got a question for you.

Where can a guy find a decent ring?

You told me you knocked her up.

What? No.

But Vivian and I have been seeing each other a while now. I think it's time to

start considering the future.

Why would you do that?

Because.

My old man was 20 when he married my mother. I'm pushing 30.

And I've sown my oats.

Maybe more than my share.

Married men live longer.

Definitely feels longer.

There are great tax benefits.

And every man who's ever amounted to anything had a wife at home.

34 presidents of the United States.

Only one of them was a bachelor, and no one remembers his name.

James Buchanan.

Friends come and go.

Kids grow up and move away. Even your patients can get a second opinion.

But your wife, she's the one that sticks beside you, no matter your faults and

failings.

I've met Elise.

She's a lovely woman.

And with all respect, you're not exactly husband of the century.

You're lucky Lisa's hung in there. You ought to buy her something.

I bought her a vacuum.

She didn't care that it hovered.

You ought to buy her something nice.

To show her that loyalty and devotion are still appreciated in this world.

There is a decent jeweler over on Washington.

I know they film the outside of vaginas and those kinds of films, but filming

the inside?

I don't think I've ever heard of that.

Because it's never been done before.

To think it could be you on the cutting edge of science.

I think it's creepy.

Creepy? Why?

Is it creepy to film a heart during a bypass? It's done all the time now.

Besides, nobody will even know it's you. You just look like an anonymous organ.

Like one of those hand models in those ads for dish soap?

Yes, exactly.

For something slightly more important than sparkling China.

In high school, I was voted most likely to be in pictures.

See? Not only is it not creepy, it was meant to be.

But anyone who's anyone in movies always has a screen name.

Okay, then you can have a screen name, too.

Beave St.

Marie.

I gave it a complete overhaul.

and retrofitted it with a relay lens system.

And it shoots in color? About 24 frames per second.

You know, a lot of movie directors invent their own cameras. George

Millier, Orson Welles. Not that I'd compare myself to Welles, but... No?

Stylistically, I'm closer to Hitchcock.

Does Ulysses still have a vibrating function?

I had to disable it.

Why would a camera have a vibrating function that would ruin focus the

vibrating sensation helps some women achieve orgasm

Lester Linden

our documentarian. This is patient F 26 0 0 2 pleasure

Okay, I'm ready for my close-up

She controls the device, but you control the camera.

Now, the trick here will be focus.

Vaginas don't bite.

Tell me when to start.

When should she start, Lester? You're the director.

I fear Lester may have been in over his head tonight.

Sir, speak.

Well, I suppose all we can do is wait and see what Hitch comes back with.

We still have time to get some work in.

Actually, I was hoping we might postpone our session until tomorrow night.

Because?

It turns out I have something to do tonight.

Dr. Lloyd Danes, 79 years old.

He and wife Susan had four children, nine grandchildren, an ophthalmologist,

fly fisherman.

You play the accordion every Saturday night at Dooley's.

Can you play the accordion, Mr. Deasy?

No ma'am. I didn't think so.

Ladies first.

Smelling salts for Mr.

Banks, please.

Well, anyway, I can tell everything about a person from their canceled

checks. Can you tell about me?

Everything. Everything?

Everything.

Well, is it all right?

Oh, yeah.

You're frivolous, romantic, generous, somewhat overimpulsive.

You're ambitious.

You're a little scatterbrained.

Why do you keep looking at me?

Because I'd take you over Judy Holiday any day.

Do you know how many times in our marriage I've wondered if you were

insane?

Are you taking me here now, given everything? This is proof.

More proof.

We didn't have drive-ins in our day. We didn't need them. We were married when

we first slept together.

We were of our time.

That's not why we waited.

Burton.

I have spent the day racking my brains, pacing, wondering.

Maybe I should light his clothes on fire. Maybe I should drive his car into

the pool. Maybe I should tell him all about the man I've been seeing, who, by

the way, wanted me in his bed, though he didn't love me. I don't say this to

punish you, although God knows you deserve to be punished. I mean,

prostitutes? That is so insulting to me and so far beneath you. I will never do

it again, ever.

I swear to you. Even if you never laid a hand on a hooker again, that wouldn't

change what is so impossible to understand.

This morning when you came in my room, I was practically naked and you didn't

look at my body once.

Not once.

And yet your face was filled with such love.

Because I love you.

You know that.

We didn't sleep together before we were married because you weren't interested

in sleeping with me.

And I excused it away by saying passion is for teenagers and... nymphomaniacs.

Passion is not what makes a good marriage.

This is a perfect, beautiful man who loves me, who doesn't care that I'm tall

and athletic, who doesn't... doesn't want me to act stupider than I am. This

is a man who understands me.

And 30 years later, we're still the best of friends.

How many people can say that?

It's not enough.

We have to divorce.

What?

Absolutely not.

We have to.

Margaret, I'm the person who knows you best. I know you don't want the divorce.

But this is broken. And I do not want a divorce. Bartman. So we're not getting

divorced. This marriage of ours is broken.

And unless you want me to break along with it, you have to let me go.

I thought only students haunted the library at this hour.

I found our work tonight with Dr. Daines very exciting.

The accordionist slash ophthalmologist.

If you'll excuse me, I need to prepare for my presentation tomorrow.

Perhaps a mere proposal.

Dr. Masters is planning to be there.

Well, that makes one.

Have you ever seen a room full of male doctors listen to a lecture on female

cancers?

They're not exactly riveted.

Not exactly.

Men are such idiots.

Even the smart ones.

You should ask a friend to go and clap loudly.

Sometimes a ringer helps.

I don't want their adulation. I just want them to support me.

This work is very important to me.

And I'm sure it will go your way.

Lower thoracic. You should be much further along than that.

Underestimate my exam at your own peril.

I wouldn't be here at this hour if I underestimated your exam.

Teardrops are popular.

What color are your wife's eyes?

Brown. Uh, more green, maybe?

Let's say hazel.

In which case, you can't go wrong with emeralds.

What about this one?

What is that, a tenth of a carat?

We'll have to buy our microscope to go with that.

No, let's see, um... Let's see this one.

Remember, the ring's supposed to cost at least two months' salary.

I'm still a fellow. You know what they pay me.

I was in mid-school when I proposed to Elise. I actually hocked my car to buy

her a ring.

I was going to take her to Chez Nou, get the chef to stick it in the cream puff.

But she swallowed it.

I missed the date.

There was a stomach bug going around. She found me passed out on the bathroom

floor. She drove me to the emergency room.

So there I was. I was sprawled on a gurney, and the ring falls out of my

coat pocket. Well, I could barely sit up.

But I said to her, everything I own is in that ring, and it's yours if you'll

take me.

Everybody in the ER applauded.

Do you have a layaway plan?

There's a popular misconception that pap smear requires costly equipment and lots

of training to administer.

Training you won't find outside a world-class hospital like this one.

Look, it seems expensive now, but don't forget, a ring lasts forever.

And Vivian will be thrilled.

Women always are, at the beginning.

Next slide, please.

Next slide.

This sample was taken from a 42-year-old patient with no family history of

malignancy. Note the poorly differentiated cells.

Stage 4 cervical cancer.

With early screening, this woman could have been cured.

Instead, she has early metastasis to the liver.

Would anyone care to venture a prognosis?

She's terminal, obviously.

Which is why it's incumbent on hospitals like this one to lead the charge in pap

test education.

What I'm proposing is a pilot program to train country doctors to become

proficient... How about that doctor to Paul?

Guaranteed cure for insomnia.

The possibility of a new batruth is I can feel resistance to my plan already.

You saw that room, and the administration is already rumbling.

There's insufficient funding for my proposal.

Funding. A process that will leave you feeling like the minotaur in a maze.

I have six months.

Funding can take years.

You seem to have gotten your study funded quickly enough.

My study is mainly paid out of pocket.

Mine.

Including Mrs. Johnson's salary?

Primarily. She functions as more than a secretary.

But the hospital won't subsidize her for her research work because she's

uncredentialed. It galls me to say it, but she may be one of my better

students.

Her credential might not be far off.

She's doing well then.

The bottom line is, I need to push my

proposal through.

I need to do it now, and I'm not going to be shy about asking for your help.

I'm ready to head to room five now.

You've...

I've

been, uh... I've been thinking about something.

You've mentioned several times about continuing your education.

Yes, uh, your...

Your point was always that the timing was off.

But it's important to you.

Then, if you want to pick up a class here and there, in the evenings,

I won't object.

You've been talking to Dr. DePaul?

No.

I'm actually sitting in on her anatomy class.

Ah.

Taking it, in fact, for credit.

Now.

Excellent.

Of course, you could have told me, but... How's it going?

We have our first big test tomorrow.

Well, you should be at home, studying.

We can resume our work tomorrow night.

Are you sure?

Very sure.

I can't... I can't tell you how much that means to me, Bill.

Thank you.

And I will never let my classes interfere with our work here.

Good luck for tomorrow.

The heart?

No, it's in his head. Right.

Temporal fossa.

Good.

I don't know why you're even doing this.

I want to get a degree. I explained that to you, didn't I?

Icky blue vein?

No? But why do you need a degree when you already have a job?

Because a degree is like magic.

You still do your job, but when you have a degree, people believe you know what

you're talking about.

So it's like they could see you better?

Yes, in fact.

And it's why you two are going to go to college one day.

So people see you right from the start.

Will you still be in college when we go there?

At this rate, probably.

Inferior vena cava.

Good job, Mom.

I'm glad you came back. Although I thought these earrings were for your

wife. My wife doesn't appreciate my gifts anymore.

That's just wrong.

A man so romantic and generous.

You know, when you slipped that ring on my finger today, my stomach got that

rollercoaster feeling.

You know why?

Why?

Because that moment, that is the moment.

Half day?

For us both, it seems.

How are you progressing with the sex study?

Very well.

We've amassed an unprecedented amount of data.

Killed a few sacred cows along the way. We've opened up many new doors.

It's groundbreaking work. I think a presentation is not too far in the

future.

I look forward to it.

Have you come across any information about people's abilities to change their

sexual habits?

I only ask. I know why you're asking.

I've run across a few treatments.

I can't verify they work.

I've also been doing some reading.

Apparently there's aversion therapy and electroshock.

I do know a psychologist in New York, Dr. Sandor Rado. He's been touting

something he calls adaptational psychodynamics.

Sounds like something Pavlov did to dogs.

It's a form of aversion therapy.

A patient's given a drug, apomorphine. It induces nausea while the patient

engages in the behavior that he wishes to change.

The hope is the brain rewires itself to perceive.

The activity you used to enjoy is repulsive.

I wish I could be of more help.

You're standing here.

That's enough.

Dr. DePaul, if I can bend your ear.

Are you ready to hatch a plan to raid the hospital's coffers?

It's about a smaller matter.

Mrs. Johnson might come to you to sign up for another class.

I would appreciate it if you would tell me if she does.

You can't ask her yourself?

Mrs.

Johnson has a tendency to overfill her plate.

Her work on the study is time-consuming, important.

Her coursework is getting in the way.

The study needs to be a priority.

Because if she did manage to stand on her own two feet, that would mean she

could walk away.

Fine.

You help me, I'll help you.

Save my spot, will you?

I have a little something I want to... Good morning.

Good morning. How do you feel about German?

The language?

Good housekeeping has a schnitzel recipe that I thought I could come around and

cook for you tonight. Actually, I have plans tonight.

And so do you.

I'm taking you out someplace special.

Where are we going?

Top secret.

Wear a dress. Tea length or floor length?

Surprise me. But is the restaurant formal? Should I wear gloves? It's

Delmonico's. Delmonico's?

My cousin Frances went to Delmonico's with a boyfriend, and she came back with

a fiancé.

Really? All the girls in the dorm call at the hitching post. Should I be

getting a manicure or something to show off tomorrow?

A manicure is never a bad idea. Is it a brilliant cut or an emerald cut, the

diamond? I don't know. Well, they're completely different styles. One's

round, the other's rectangular. I think it's kind of football-shaped. A

marquee's cut.

I suppose I'd have to look.

I have to call my mother.

Hey, Doc, you're up.

Dr. Langham, I was wondering if a new bone disease had been discovered. We

haven't seen you in so long. I went back in the study.

That issue I was dealing with.

the time before. It's no longer an issue.

Meaning you want back in the study with Jane.

It doesn't have to be Jane.

You and Bill have a study to run. I understand that.

Whoever you want to put me with is fine.

In fact, I'm open to anyone, everyone.

I know it's all in the service of science.

Right.

Well, we could always use good subjects.

I'm better than good.

I'm back. Excuse me.

Then I'll sign you up.

One of the perks of being a doctor, I can let myself into the dispensary

anytime I want. But the point of this drug, apomorphine, is to make you sick.

I take it, and you pleasure yourself.

Maybe just sit there.

Point is, I look at you, I get sick, and then I'm cured of this terrible habit.

I don't know. It doesn't seem right.

I'm paying you.

I don't think that's the point.

It is the point. It's why you're here, isn't it?

If I stop paying, it's not as if you'd ask to see me again. I like your

company. Well, don't hustle me.

Who says it's a hustle?

Because there is no universe where you and I are anything other than a business

transaction.

I'll pay you double, triple, whatever you want.

Don't make me beg for this.

I'm just trying to picture it.

I sit across from you and you vomit.

Hell, if I wanted that reaction, I could just go home and visit my parents.

I'm not proud of this.

I mean, do I look in the mirror and wish that I was someone else? Maybe once a

day. But then I think, fuck them.

I mean it, fuck them.

Don't be a child.

Because I'm the one cowering in a dark room like a baby.

No.

There's only one person that gets to be sickened by me.

And that's me.

Everybody else can go fuck themselves.

You should change your mind when you do know where to find me.

Look at this.

Somebody's going to have to give me lessons.

I hope my wife is watching because she will be proud of this tango.

You know, I heard somewhere your feet can cover five miles in a night of

dancing. And I figured my wife and I must have danced a tango from here to

Zanzibar. What a lovely story.

Mrs. Masters.

Mrs. Masters!

You sure I can't call your husband?

I feel fine. I don't want to worry him until I know what's going on.

You're so good to bring me, Walter, but you don't have to stay.

I don't have anywhere to be.

Mrs. Masters, I'll be quick.

You can have your boy bring the car around.

Oh, he's not my boy. He's, um...

He's the handyman.

I'll wait outside.

Well, I think we've found our culprit.

Your blood pressure is 100 over 65.

That's very low.

Yes, but a little hypotension is nothing to fret about.

It's your hormones.

They cause your blood vessels to widen, increase the blood flow to the baby.

To the... We see it all the time in the first trimester. It's harmless.

So long as you don't get too dizzy, your pregnancy should proceed without any

problems at all.

How did your exam go?

I have no idea.

You should see the other students in the class.

I am quite the outsider in that world.

In many worlds, I suppose.

Not here.

I'm not even sure I'll keep taking classes.

We're plenty busy here.

Well, whatever you decide.

It's up to you.

I thought you disabled the vibrating function.

I did. That's Lester's hand shaking.

In his defense, I don't think he's ever seen the outside of a vagina, let alone

the inside of one.

I

think

that's the refractory period ending.

The time between resolution and secondary arousal.

13 minutes, 3 seconds.

I cannot believe you find this footage arousing.

No, it's not the footage.

It's the fact that we're the only two people in the world who've seen it.