All language subtitles for Betty.En.NY.S01E046_English

BETTY IN NEW YORK

You're a great friend.

Right.

The thing is, Armando...

Yes?

I don't want to be your friend.

What is it, Betty?
Are you okay?

I don't know.

I've never felt anything like this before.

You make me feel like
I'm the happiest woman in the world.

What's wrong?
Are you thinking about Marcela?

Let's not think about that.

Today has been incredible.
That's how we should end it.

-Okay.
-Yeah?

But even though
we're not thinking of that,

when we get to V&M,
she'll be there.

Yes, I know, but I promise
I'll sort out my personal life

and fix everything going on at V&M.

You won't have to worry
about any legal problems.

Everything will be fine.
I know we'll get past this.

-Deal?
-Deal.

-Hey, Marcela.
-What?

Thanks for paying
so that I can park my car.

But now I won't have any money
after gassing up the car.

Don't worry, I'll pay for it.

Know what I think?
You shouldn't complain so much.

All you do is complain and complain.

That's why a lot
of bad things happen to you.

Easy for you to say, Marcela!
You've got it all.

I, however, had to take
the subway today.

Gross! Those people stink.

I've ridden the subway.
It's not that bad.

-Can you drive faster?
-Okay!

I can't go any faster. Relax.

Instead tell me how you hacked
Armando's cell phone.

How can you think
I'd hack his phone?

Then?

I downloaded an application.

-For real?
-Yeah.

Very good.

You know I'll always have your back.

We're about to find out

just what exactly Armando is up to
with that ugly Betty.

It's here, on the right.

-Here?
-Yeah!

I passed it. Sorry, Marcela.

Yes, let's get a picture together.

-No.
-Please,

I've always wanted a picture with my...

whatever we are.

Thank you, but no.
We're running late, Betty.

-Let's go.
-I wanted it as a memento.

But the bear is enough.

He'll never let you forget
this incredible day.

He'll be our confidant.
Let's get out of here.

-Let's go.
-I have a souvenir!

Amoroso is strapped in.

Thanks very much, Armando.

-Just one question.
-Yes?

How will we explain Amoroso
when we get to V&M?

We won't have to.
I'm taking you straight home.

You don't need to.

I can take the subway.
Just leave me at a stop.

No, it's my pleasure.

This was a very special day,
and I want to end it like that.

Wouldn't you like
to spend more time with me?

No, you're right.
Of course I want to.

I love being with you.

-Yes, let's go.
-I'll help you in.

Here goes.

Let me help you.

Oh... come on.

Thank you.

-Is that good?
-Yes.

Let's go.

-No way.
-What?

-What?
-Marcela!

-What?
-I think I got a flat tire!

-No!
-Yes!

-I told you, Marcela.
-No, it's not true.

I told you
my car couldn't leave Manhattan

because he's delicate just like me.

Enough.
Call to get roadside service.

Marcela, I haven't had
the roadside service option

since my divorce.
I'm not the one with the problem!

Life hates me!
Why does everything happen to me?

Why must I be made to suffer?

-This can't be happening.
-Just why?

You're so irresponsible!
How can you own a car like this

yet not even have basic services?

I hope you've at least got a jack.

What's Jack got to do with anything?

Why would I keep
that unpleasant being around me?

This can't be happening.
We were so close to Armando.

Just one minute away.

Listen. Get out.
I'll call a tow truck.

-Me?

-Hurry up!
-I'm going!

-This is nasty! It's all wet!
-Get out!

-And it smells.
-Quit whining.

My tire!

-Look! There's Armando!
-What?

-Armando?
-Armando!

Where is he?

Are you okay?
What happened?

He wet me on purpose!

You said that was Armando?

Yes, I'm sure of it,
and he wasn't alone.

Who was he with?

With a bear, Marcela.

Sandra, wait up.

-Can we talk?
-About what?

I wanted to apologize for hitting you.

I'm used to it.
Comes with the territory.

Yeah,
but I shouldn't have hit you like that.

I got a few shots in too.

A few shots?

You made mincemeat out of me
and beat me like a rented mule.

You deserved it.

So are we friends again?

-So?
-Friends.

Friends.

Oh! I hate you!

I'm not crazy.

That was Armando,
and next to him was a bear,

like the kind low-class people get
at the fair.

Oh, please.

Armando wouldn't be caught dead
at the fair or with a stuffed animal.

He doesn't like any
of that ridiculous crap.

I don't know what kinds
of fetishes Armando is into.

Maybe he asks you to dress up
like a sweet, giant teddy bear.

Don't look at me like that.
It's true.

And now I'm soaking wet
because of you.

Yeah.

So I hope now
you will admonish Armando

because now you do have proof
he lied to you.

No, are you crazy?

Armando can't find out I came
all the way here to catch him.

He'll know I'm keeping tabs
on him, that I'm spying on him.

Yes, but then
what are you going to do?

Aren't you going to tell him anything?

This stinks.

You should win an award
for best fiancée.

Or dumbest, I'm not sure which.

Why isn't that tow truck here yet?

Press the turbo button!

-Quickly!
-Give me that!

What are you doing?
We're going to lose!

How do you do this?

-Give me that.
-Quickly!

This is easy.

-Do it!
-I'm here.

-Now what?
-Quickly!

-What are you doing, kids?
-Come on.

-Help me out.
-What are you doing?

-No!
-Why'd you turn it off, Mrs. Flabby?

I mean ma'am.
Can you please turn it back on?

No!
Have you done your homework?

Who gave you permission
to turn on the TV?

-Her!
-Her!

Thanks a lot.

Kids need to spend
their time on activities

that stimulate their mind.

Of course.

It all makes sense now.
That's how you stimulate yours.

Let me tell you something, girl.

These boys are mine,
and they're my responsibility.

When you have kids,
raise them however you like.

In the meantime, no.

As for you two, the next time
you turn on that TV,

you'd better have gotten
my permission. Got it?

-Yes.
-Go do your homework now.

Wait up, kids.

Mrs. Sofia, if you keep telling them not
to do this and that,

your kids are going to grow up
to be bitter like you.

You smell that, kids?

That's the smell of bitterness.

Let's go. Ah!

Why?

Why does everything happen to me?

I'm not a bad person!

I don't understand.

I don't ask for much.

All I want is a handsome millionaire
in his thirties.

Yuck!

Oh, no! Not you!

What's that smell, Patricia?

I thought you'd reached rock bottom,
but I see you hadn't.

So are you working in the sewers now?

No, Daniel!

Get the clothes away from me.
They smell terrible.

Patricia, I'm here with
an interesting offer for you.

Trust me.

All set.

You're home safe and sound,
young lady.

-Yes.
-Betty.

Everything will go back
to normal tomorrow.

Yes, I know. Tomorrow
you'll go back to being my boss

and we'll address each other formally.

But I suppose that after all this,

something's changed, right?

Yes, of course.

If Marcela or anyone
at the office asks any questions,

tell them we went to
a business meeting with some clients

and then went to dinner,
or something like that.

-Okay?
-Okay.

It'll be our secret.

Today was a very special day.

Yes. It was amazing.

Thank you, really.

-Yeah.
-My dad's coming.

-Go, go.
-Where to?

-Go, go.
-I'm going.

Do you think your father saw us?

No, no.
I hope he didn't.

If he does, he'll kill me.
He knows you're... engaged.

Yes, I understand.

We have to be very discreet
about our relationship.

We have to be very careful.
No one can know about us.

-No one.
-And I mean no one.

No one, not even your friends
at the office, the Squad

-or Nicolas.
-Of course not.

And don't worry,
I haven't told anyone.

I wouldn't dare tell Nicolas.
I doubt he'd approve.

And why wouldn't he?

Because he loves me
and wouldn't want

to see me play the other woman.

In any case, it's none
of his business or anyone else's.

You and I are all that matter.

Right? And what we feel.

-Isn't that right?
-Yes, that's right.

Yeah.

Don't worry.
You can drop me off there.

-There?
-That way,

I can tell my dad I took the train.

Okay.
Betty, I had a lot of fun today.

Me too.

What can a man like you offer me?

What else?
Money, obviously.

I'll pay you very well.

Here you are.

Why are you giving me this?

I want you to go back to being
my informant at V&M.

Something strange is going on
with the company's finances.

You sure?
Look at it again.

Look at it.

Oh, alright!
I'll keep it, okay?

Something very strange is happening
at V&M.

Everyone pretends like
there isn't, but there is.

Okay.
So what do you say?

Yes?

Yes, okay.

Just let it be known
I'm only doing this...

to help myself,
so they'll always make payroll, okay?

If I were president of V&M,
it wouldn't have happened.

Don't worry, though.
There's a solution for everything.

I myself will see to that.
And one more thing.

This deal stays between us.

And no one else.

I obviously wasn't going
to tell your sister, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

You can go shower now.
You smell.

And you can go home.
You didn't do your hair right today.

67.9%...

Good evening, everyone!

-Hey, Betty!
-How was your day, sweetie?

It went well.
Everything was very normal.

I'm going upstairs.

Alright.

What's with the bear?

Oh, I won it at an office raffle.

Right, a raffle.

But it's not New Year's.

Or the company's anniversary.

They were going to raffle it off
when Mr. Armando took over,

but they didn't want to overshadow
his father's going away party.

Ah, okay.

I thought I saw your boss' car
outside earlier.

Mr. Armando?

-Yes!
-No way.

He's taking part
in a green challenge.

He's not using his car,
just his bicycle.

We thought he was coming over
for dinner again.

What? Again, Mrs. Juli?
When did he come to the house?

It's becoming almost every day.

What are you? The FBI?
What's with all the questions?

I'll be right down for dinner.

Oh!

I'm burning.

Yeah, yeah.
Everything's fine.

Just a little grease splatter.
Dinner's almost ready.

Look at what I have here.

-Oh, pizza!
-Pizza, my favorite!

-No, no.
-Grab a slice.

Why?

The boys and I are having beef
in tomato sauce.

-Not pizza.
-But this is better.

It's pizza. Isn't that right?

It's Italian.
Do you understand?

-What?
-Just one piece.

No, no.

We're going to eat
our beef in tomato sauce

and you and your...

-dad can have pizza.
-It's lovebug.

We love to share.
You can have some if you want.

Besides, it won't make you any fatter.

-You can have some.
-Of course not!

Kids, I already said no.
Wash your hands right now!

I wanted pizza!

Please don't contradict me
in front of my children again.

I make the decisions
in this household.

Who caused you so much pain
in life, Ms. Flabby?

Huh? Don't worry.

You can tell me once
you're calm enough to do so.

Hi, honey.

Oh, there's a storm a brewin'.

What? Will this be a light shower
or a long-lasting tropical storm?

What kind of argument
are we having today?

You're so funny, Armando.

Tell me where you were today
and who with.

I was at a work meeting with Betty.

-Yeah.
-Oh, yeah? Where?

Here in Manhattan.
Close by too.

-Here?
-Yes.

In Manhattan.
You didn't leave Manhattan.

No, we were here.

It finished late, so I then went
to dinner with Beatriz.

And why did you turn off
your phone?

Because I didn't want anyone
to bother us.

I also asked Beatriz to turn hers off.

If you don't believe me,
I could say that...

Oh, I don't know.

I went on a romantic date

with Beatriz Rincon.
Would you believe that?

-Terrible joke.
-Well,

get your phone and call her.
Maybe you'll believe me then.

No. I believe you.

Yes.

You were in Manhattan today
with your assistant.

I'll go get my bag
so we can go out to dinner.

Okay? Be right back.

You're so handsome, Amoroso.

Should we hug?

-Betty.
-Yes?

Be honest with me.

Who gave you that bear?

I already told you that I won it.

Right.

-Betty, those bears...
-What?

You get bears like that
when you win a game.

It's not something you win
at an office raffle.

Nicolas, come on.

Yes, it is. If it weren't, how'd I get it?
Who could've given it to me?

I don't know.
You tell me.

How about...

How about Armando Mendoza?

Armando?

Armando is my boss. Besides,
if he wanted to reward me,

he could've given me
a bonus or a day off.

-Wow!
-Or maybe...

he'd let me come in to work late.
Anything but a stuffed animal.

Only a boyfriend would gift
something like this

and I've been saying
that you're my boyfriend.

-Betty.
-Huh?

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

No.

Lately you've been lying to me
and trying to fool me.

You didn't tell me Armando had come
to dinner yesterday.

-So?
-Nico, stop it.

You're starting to sound like my dad.

You two are too much.
Don't ask so many questions.

Betty, it's just that best friends
like us tell each other everything.

Especially when they trust each other.

Yes, but we had a deal,
a promise, remember?

I don't meddle in your personal life
and you don't meddle in mine.

-Yeah, sure.
-What?

Why don't we make another promise?

-Deal.
-Deal? Okay.

Now, we promise to meddle

in each other's personal lives.
What do you say?

No. No way.

You can't cancel our previous promise.

-Why not?
-You have to keep your word!

-Please!
-No, no.

-Come on.
-No, Nicolas.

-What? They picked me?
-Yes.

According to
Woman of Manhattan Magazine

you're the most beautiful executive
in all of New York.

No way!

You're the best PR rep
in the world, Catalina.

-So what do I do now?
-Nothing.

Just allow yourself to be pampered
and enjoy this moment.

The magazine crew will be here soon.
They'll handle everything.

Today? They're coming today?

Do I look okay?
Should I change?

I think it'd be a good idea
to bring together your image

and V&M's new collection.

-What do you think?
-No.

I'm not going to model lingerie.

Relax. Wear something that's you.
Something elegant and poised.

Something simple and beautiful

so we can link that beautiful face
to V&M's new collection.

I like that!

What's this?

-Hi.
-Hey.

What's this?

I baked them for you.

You said no one

had ever baked you cookies,
so I did. They're really good.

They're gluten free
and have chocolate chips...

-Hello! Hi, Betty, Armando!
-Hello.

-We're always here with good news.
-Hello. Yeah?

-You won't believe it!
-What?

I was chosen as
Manhattan's most powerful

and beautiful executive.

Woman of Manhattan Magazine is going
to do a spread and an interview.

Wow! That's great news.

You should be very proud
because your future wife

is not only smart, but soon
she'll be a trending topic

as the most beautiful woman
in Manhattan.

Oh, that's great!
I'm so excited.

When's the photo shoot?

-Today, right?
-Yes.

-Today?
-And I'd love

to have you there with me, honey.

Today... I can't today.
I have a lot to do today.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yes, a lot.

Well, Beatriz can handle it.

Beatriz, you should give him
the day off.

I mean, since you spent

all afternoon yesterday working together.

-Yeah...
-You deserve it.

You're right.

Beatriz can handle everything
while I'm with you.

Beatriz, you're in charge.
If anything comes up, call me.

Sure, sir.

Betty, don't go.

How's the most lovesick girl
in all of New York doing?

What? What do you mean?

It's nothing.

Betty, don't be shy.

Being in love is
the most wonderful thing on Earth.

You should feel just as proud
as you did yesterday

when you declared you were
in love at the top of your lungs.

-Really?
-For real?

-Yeah.
-I'd love to meet your hunk someday.

Me too. Really.

Beatriz is very busy
and we should let her get to work.

We'll handle everything else.
Where's the photo shoot?

What's going to happen?
It'll be here at the office,

but I need your opinion
and great taste to determine

-what Marcela's going to wear.
-Mine?

Sure. I'll help you.

-Beatriz.
-Ms. Marcela.

Where were you
and Armando yesterday?

At a... meeting.

At a meeting.

Where?

It was...

I can't remember the name.

It was a tough one.
I can't remember it, sorry.

-It was close by, though.
-With who?

With some clients.

-Clients.
-And what took you so long?

Marcela, we're waiting on you.
What are you doing here?

Oh, just asking Beatriz
about the new collection.

You know, for the interview.

Thank you, Beatriz.

-Ever so helpful.
-You're welcome.

-Let's go.
-Yes.

Yeah.

How to determine
if your husband is unfaithful.

Does he show a lack of interest?

A little.

He stopped putting peanut butter
in my cereal.

He says it's not healthy.

Two.

Do you make love less often?

When compared to when
we first met 15 years ago, we do.

We were always going at it then.

I don't even remember what it's like.

Does he go on trips
that are longer than usual?

Chofis, he does!
Enrique has a lover.

Efrain does too!

-No, Chofis, this is my test.
-Sorry.

Oh, God.

You shouldn't trust that nonsense.

You have nothing to go on
about Enrique's infidelity

other than what
that peroxide blonde said.

I don't get why men
like malnourished women like her.

It's better to have something
to grab on to.

That's what I think too.

Haven't you heard

that hip size is proportional
to brain size?

So she's dumb as a rock.

And I'm very smart.

-And I'm...
-You're right up there too.

Dumb, but lucky.

-We're not dumb.
-By the way,

I'm going to miss my cutie.

I don't know what my life will be like
without him.

Stop obsessing like that.
Enrique won't leave you.

He's not like Efrain.

He's not like that fool who moved
his skank into my house.

-Chofis.
-Huh?

Use this time to fatten her up.

Fatten her up?
I want to kill her!

Exactly, Chofis.

Fatten her up.

You and your mistress moved
into your wife's house?

Jenny isn't my mistress
and Sofia isn't my wife.

Really?

Did Sofia sign the divorce papers?

No, but she will.

Until that happens, you have
to respect her like what she is,

your wife.

Charly, you have to understand.
I have to be straightforward with her

because Sofia could get
the wrong idea.

She's still in love with me.

You wish!

So there's someone else?
What do you know?

It makes sense.

How can she love you
when the first thing she sees

when she gets home is the woman
who stole her husband?

How can she love you when you want
to sell your sons' home?

Shows how far she's sunk.

She doesn't care about that anymore.

She still sees me as the man
she was married to for years

and with whom she had two sons.

If her loving you bothers you so much,
then why are you there?

A portion of the house belongs to me.

Why should I give it up?
I'll leave when I get my money.

We can all be happy
after she sells it.

You'll regret it.

Sofia and your sons don't deserve
the sad life you're giving them.

Why are you so upset?

How do my fights with her affect you?

Goodness.

So...

V&M's assets aren't more
than it's liabilities, right?

Since when do you care so much
about V&M, Patricia?

I always have, Marcela.

I studied Finance
for three semesters at DUI.

I just want to help.

Maybe one day

I'll be made executive
of the month like you.

Maybe.
Who knows.

Think about it.
I have what it takes.

I'm smart, pretty, very executive like.

All that's left is for Armando
to give me that gargoyle's job.

No. That's impossible.

That woman will never leave.

Today I proved
that woman covers for Armando.

We already knew that.

We suspected it.
We weren't sure.

She became very nervous

when I asked
where Armando had been yesterday.

I don't know.
I think he's seeing a model

or another executive
who works in the building.

In that case,
you have nothing to worry about.

Your best friend is a professional spy.

Did you learn that at DUI too?

No.

I learned it at the university of life.

Marriage 101.

I love that one because
it'll highlight Marcela's skin.

She'll look divine.

It's beautiful, but I think
we should use something brighter.

No, something dark. Brighter?

Silence!

A goddess has just descended
Mount Olympus.

Such beauty, elegance, poise, class.

You look divine.

Thank you, Hugo!
Where's Armando?

He was here just a minute go.

Ricardo stole him away,
so he should be back soon.

I hope he stays away.

So I can turn you
into every man's dream.

The things you say!
This magazine is for execs.

Even better.
They'll see your beauty.

I have some designs
that are to die for.

-Show me!
-Come.

Lombardi girls,
show me Marcela's dresses.

Cata, don't you think
that I'd be perfect

for next month's top executive?

Ines, where's Hugo's valerian remedy?

What?

If she...

She's there.

If she baked you cookies,
we're in the clear.

Congratulations.
You get 100 points.

You can now write about
how to woo an ugly woman.

Shut up.
This isn't easy.

It's getting harder.
Are they bad?

-Let me try.
-Go ahead.

This is getting more complicated.

Marcela's been weird
since last night. She's suspicious.

Don't worry about Marcela now.

You're indebted to your assistant now.

-Listen.
-What?

Beatriz is the typical ugly girl
who likes gestures.

She lives and breathes romance.
All that drives her crazy.

Yeah, but I'm not that kind of man.

I don't know what to do,
what to say, or what to get her.

None of that.
I don't even do it with Marcela.

-You know what?
-What?

Beatriz is...

-What?
-Beatriz is...

What?

Well, she's Beatriz.
Look, don't worry about this.

You have a love master right here.

I'll get you a kit to win
that ugly woman over.

Be very careful, though.
Beatriz isn't a fool.

No, of course not, but she's
a woman in love, isn't she?

It's the exact same thing.

I feel terrible about this.
This isn't right.

She doesn't deserve it!

If you only saw the way
she looks at me.

-Great!
-What?

You already kissed her, right?

Yes.
Did you vow to love her?

Yes.
Then there's no stopping this now.

You either keep going
or we lose it all.

-No.
-I know you.

Girls! Sad Platoon!

Your attention, please!

Today's a very important day for you!

You need to learn a lesson
in elegance, poise, class

and beauty from Marcela.

Ms. Marcela, you look beautiful!

You look like a queen.

Thank you.

They look spectacular.

But you know what, Cata?
I think this is so unfair.

I'm spectacular too.

And I look like an executive.
I want to be photographed too.

Patricia, you don't have
an executive bone in your body.

You're more of...

You're great at catching rich men.

Armando, I'm so glad you're here.

I have a surprise for you.
Take a look at your fiancée.

Divine.

She always looks beautiful.

Don't be so obvious, Richie.
She's your best friend's girl.

Ms. Marcela, you look beautiful.
Why do you even hire models?

You're exaggerating, Bertha.
Thank you anyway.

Do you like how I look?

Of course.
You look beautiful.

Ms. Marcela, you look beautiful.

I'm sure the pictures will turn out great.

Thank you, Mariana.

Mariana, go to your work station
with the others.

Marcela will be here and you'll be
in the background, out of focus.

Be yourselves.
Pretend this isn't happening.

Be your usual amazing selves.

-Patricia.
-What?

You're making a fool of yourself.

Go!

Focus on her.

What is that hairy beast doing here?

Armando,

please have your troll shaved
and waxed.

That was very cruel and unnecessary.

Karl, may he rest in peace,
used to say:

"In order to be a legend,
one needs a sense of humor

and a little cruelty."

That wasn't funny.

Oh, alright and a shower
of kisses for everyone.

Armando, you're not leaving me
by myself, are you?

Don't worry, Armando. I'll go.

You look amazing, Marcela.
So beautiful.

You're doing great.

Betty,

I'm here to apologize
on behalf of everyone.

What Hugo said was wrong.

Don't worry, Ms. Catalina.
I'm used to such comments.

It's even sort of true.

No, no.
Don't say that, Betty.

A pretty face and large breasts

don't make a woman beautiful.

Besides,

you have
what many women are missing.

Strength, intelligence,
and inner beauty.

That's what my mom says,
but inner beauty isn't photogenic.

You just need to let it out.

You'd be surprised
how much self-esteem

does for a woman's appearance.

Betty.

You're beautiful.

You just have to realize it.

Ms. Marcela is perfect.

Yes, God spoiled her.

She was born rich,
she's classy and elegant.

She has a beautiful face
and a body to die for!

She's very thin.

No wonder
Mr. Armando won't leave her.

Those two look like something
out of a magazine.

Their babies will be so cute!

She's not that pretty.

-She lacks flavor.
-What?

Poise and elegance.
Things I posses.

Is that so?
Who asked you?

So sayeth the bitter model
whose face is covered

so it won't be seen in the catalog?

That may be so, but...

I have the class
and elegance all men love.

Don't believe me?
Ask your husband.

-What did you just say?
-Stop!

-Stop her!
-That's enough!

Young lady, stop being so crass.
You're at work!

Show Sofia
and Ms. Marcela some respect,

because regardless
of what you say,

you will never be
on a magazine cover.

That requires dignity and class.
Something you lack.

Get out!

Get out!

-Get out!
-Bye!

-Wow, Ines!
-Girl! That was great!

Ines!

Wow, I didn't know
you had it in you! That's great!

There's only so much one can take.

The fact that she wants
to take your sons' home is...

-upsetting.
-Yes.

-Oh.
-I agree.

-I loved that, Ines.
-I was scared.

Goodbye!

-See you later.
-See you.

Really?
Now Efrain is following me?

What do you want, you bastard?

No, I'm not that bastard Efrain.

I'm lil' ol' Charly.

-Sorry! I'm so sorry.
-Don't worry about it.

-How are you?
-Good, you?

-Good.
-I heard about what they did.

Why don't you let me treat you
to some beers?

-Now?
-Yeah, now.

-Okay.
-But first,

let me open the door for you.

See? I almost fell.

Ricardo. I need...

What were you looking at?

You scared me.
I thought you were someone else.

I was looking at some pictures
of my date tonight.

Don't you get tired
of always doing the same thing?

I think you should settle down
and get a girlfriend.

Something formal.

Where are those papers?

Maybe I will soon.
I think you're right.

Thanks.