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Do we have
anybody in corporate who

understands this
credit card world?

–Somebody…
–Hands.

–Sorry?
–Hands Espenson,

banking and finance genius.

Only don't call him “Hands.”

–Why would I?
–Bingo!

Why doesn't he move his hands?

–Bingo!
–You making fun of me?

Should we be married
and sensible and go home and

do whatever men do at home?

I have nothing against

marriage. I've
done it five times.

But here's the
thing about wives.

They don't let you
play with your friends.

I'll take a friend
over a wife every time.

Boston Legal
The Cancer Man Can

Not only a patron of the arts,

Denny Crane is a generous

contributor of his
time, energy and enthusiasm.

What the hell kind of
charity is children's group?

We're teaching
children to read.

No, we're buying them food.

I thought that
we were providing

them with old
people to play with.

I believe it's a
children's theater group.

Well, how can kids with

muscular dystrophy do theater?

They don't have
muscular dystrophy.

Then what the
hell are we doing here?

Judas priest,
there's a game on.

Don't be long, Denny.
Your speech is up next.

And you might want to actually

practice it, considering
you're the honoree.

Not to worry.

It's all up here.

Please tell me
there's no press here tonight.

Scotch. Single malt.

Straight.

Nice night.

Suddenly it is.

He's often told me that
writing a check is easy.

Should we go look for him?

He'll be here. Denny's

never one to
miss the spotlight.

But rolling up
your sleeves and

getting dirty out
on the front line,

that is not easy.

Faster!

And I'll wrap this up

before his head
swells too much.

The MC is winding down, people.

I knew we should have tagged him.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the children's group

applauds and
honors Mr Denny Crane!

Dear Lord.

Thank you, thank you!

There's no doubt we do
it all for the children.

And what did you
think of my speech?

Excellent.

Thank you for
writing it for me.

Give me a call sometime.

You know how to use a
business card, don't you?

You just whip it out
of your pocket and…

Blow.

–You look puzzled.
–I am.

A woman I just had sex
with hands me her card,

and I have no desire
to throw it away.

You had sex with her here?

Hot, sweaty sex right there
in the coat check room.

Keep it.

Daniel Post, CEO.

Kreisberg-Pellam, incorporated.

He has stage-4
metastasized lung cancer.

Never fun.

A major pharmaceutical company

was testing a new cancer drug,

and Post used his friendship

with the CEO of that company

to get himself put
into the test group

and to make sure that he got

the actual
drug, not the placebo.

The rich are different
from you and me.

Certainly from you.

So Post is being sued
by another cancer patient

who was in the same study and

who ended up
getting the placebo.

–What's the cause of action?
–What you'd expect?

Conspiracy, intentional

infliction of
emotional distress.

We're going to court today.

Today?

I thought I could
handle it myself, but, uh…

Olivia died of
cancer, didn't she?

Yes.

At any rate, I'm
hoping you can second-chair.

You ready?

Uh, Denise Bauer,
attorney, Daniel Post…

Guy dying of cancer.

Is that the way
he described me?

Rich guy dying of cancer.

Denise will be
second-chairing.

I just filled her in
on the case.

Actually, you left out our
defense. Do we have one?

I like her.

I'm not sure if the jury is

going to like me, Mr Post.

I have a client who tried to

buy his way
into a cancer study.

Could you tell me what
possessed you to do that?

I got cancer.

Are you really my lawyer?

Or did the make-a-wish

foundation just
finally come through?

Um, Alan? Do
you have a minute?

What can I do for you, Jerry?

They're meeting soon to vote

on this year's partnerships,

and this will be my third
time to be up for partner.

My last time.

I see.

I was wondering if maybe

you can tell me where I stand?

You know the right people
around here, and I know…

well, no one.

Jerry, you are an
extraordinary attorney.

I am.

I constructed a chart

that reveals my
involvement is typically

the key variable in
the firm's winning a case.

Bingo!

It was my research that
was the determining factor

in the Simmons vs. Araygo oil

victory, not to mention
252 other cases.

Because of my research!

Bingo!

But still, I wonder
whether the senior

partners are aware
of my contributions.

Jerry, you know
I have a tremendous

affection for my
own intelligence,

and even I think
you are smarter than me.

Oh, I am.

I'll see what I can find out.

How long have
you worked for Devlin

MacGregor
pharmaceuticals, Mr Clark?

–Eight years.
–And what was your position?

I was a lab technician
in oncological protocols.

You worked on a
drug to cure cancer?

Trade name is pneumotrox.

It was specifically designed
to hinder

the rapid cellular
mutation in the lungs.

And did Devlin
MacGregor conduct a

double-blind study
to test pneumotrox?

–Sort of.
–Why do you say “sort of,” sir?

The test was corrupted.

–Objection. Foundation.
–Overruled.

On July 9th of this year you

received a call
from your supervisor.

What did he want?

Well, he told me to
ensure that patient 1123

received the pneumotrox and
not the placebo.

–Why?
–He didn't say,

but I subsequently discovered

that patient 1123 is Mr Post.

It seemed fairly obvious.

–Objection!
–Sustained.

What made you come forward?

Doing so has cost
you your job, correct?

–It did.
–Then why?

Because some things are
more important than a job.

Mr Clark, how many patients

were involved
in the experiment?

–Uh, 2,000.
–And statistically speaking,

how would it change the

likelihood of one
person out of the 2,000

receiving the
drug over the placebo

if another person was

directed to get the drug?
–Not much.

Because there
was no guarantee that

any of the volunteers would
receive the actual drug.

The odds were
originally 50-50.

The odds would
change minimally.

Instead of 50-50,

the odds would change
from 49.95 to 50.05.

Sounds right.

So virtually no change at all?

If you were dying, miss Bauer,

.05 is everything.

Shirley,

I wanted to ask you
about Jerry Espenson

He's up for partner.

I can't discuss that with you.

Why not?

Well, that determination is
for partners only,

and you're not a partner.

I'm sure you understand, Alan.

Absolutely.

Jerry Espenson?

You mean Hands? Not a
chance. He's a weirdo.

Denny, he's not
a weirdo, and he

doesn't like to
be called “Hands.”

How could you not? The Hands!

A peccadillo to be
sure. We all have them.

I don't have any peccadilloes.

What's your name, Denny?

–Denny Crane.
–Ah, yes.

My point is, Jerry Espenson

deserves to be made a partner.

What is that?

Bev bought me a camera phone.

The woman you
enjoyed in the coatroom?

We can send
each other pictures.

This damn thing
takes forever to load.

Things going
well with Bev then?

She said she wanted to fulfill

every single
one of my fantasies.

I made a list. I
had to type it myself.

My assistant
threatened to quit.

Denny, you're glowing.

She's an amazing woman, Al.

It's like having
a one-night stand,

but every night
with the same woman.

I'm thrilled for you, Denny.

–Now, about Jerry…
–He's not a rainmaker, Alan.

Shirley says he's not
bringing in enough money.

He's toast, weird toast.

Would you at
least let me have a

glance at his
performance review then?

Well, it's
highly confidential.

Just don't tell
anybody where you got it.

Oh, picture's finally loaded!

Look at this.

She's very limber
for a woman her age.

Alan, I'd like to
be alone with my phone.

Just, uh, 15 minutes.

“Poor people skills.”

–Just hands it to you.
–“Not presentable.”

–That's my Denny.
–“Not a team player.”

I can see why it's

confidential. It's
revolting and mean.

You don't have
all the facts, Alan.

Apparently I do.

Apparently at this firm, being

white and male
isn't even enough.

You also need to
be a golden retriever

with a pedigree to be
considered for partner.

–I'm telling you…
–It's a wonder

you slipped under
the radar, Shirley,

with your vagina and all.

Jerry's had a
few blowups, Alan,

one in front of a client.
–Yes, yes.

It's on his permanent record
back in 2000.

It also says he made a

couple of clients feel awkward.

Could that be perhaps
because he's an awkward guy?

It also says he
doesn't play golf.

Actually, he
doesn't kiss any ass

whatsoever. He
just does his job.

And no one's denying that,

but partners need
to bring in clients.

That's how we make our money.

Partners need to
attend social dinners

and make public
speaking engagements,

and they need to
do it without being…

Different.

Very dangerous, Shirley.

Very dangerous.

You know how the obituaries
always say things like,

so-and-so died after a
brave struggle with cancer?

I'm not brave.

I'm terrified.

Cancer can make a
coward out of anybody.

So when you heard about the

trials for this new drug…

I leapt at it.

I'm not a fool.

I knew it was a
random chance I'd

even get the drug
and not the placebo.

Okay, I was willing
to leave that to fate.

He wasn't.

Mr Hopper, when
you began the test,

did you stop
taking chemo or any

other
treatments for your cancer?

No,

but there were
other promising tests I

didn't enter
because of Devlin MacGregor.

I see.

And did Devlin
MacGregor ever guarantee

that you would
receive the actual drug?

No, they did not.

Isn't it true
that you've already

sued Devlin MacGregor for this

matter and received
a sizable settlement?

–Objection. Relevance.
–I'm going to allow it.

Yes, but I spent every penny
on medical treatments.

But the money isn't
the reason I'm doing this.

I'm doing this because I

feel I have a moral obligation

to stand up to
people like Daniel Post.

People like that
with money and power,

they think they can
get away with murder,

and now he's murdering me.

No further
questions, your honor.

Court will resume
tomorrow at 10 A.M.

Denise, are you trying to

make the jury hate our client?

If so, you're
doing a good job.

I'm starting not
to like me either.

Mr Post, I…

Denise, I'm kidding. You're
doing an excellent job.

I have a few questions. Um…

Are you free for a bite?

Um, couldn't
you just ask me now?

Well, yeah, but then
it wouldn't be a date.

Our client just
asked me out to dinner.

Well, good.

Then you can use the time to
convince him to settle.

Jerry, it's not
looking like a lock.

What's the problem?

Generally, it's
poor people skills.

You mean I'm odd?

Does it say in
my file I'm odd?

No.

Alan, I would
appreciate candor here,

even should you
deem it hurtful!

According to your file, you've

occasioned clients
to feel uncomfortable.

Some have even expressed

reservations about
being alone with you since…

Evidently, you
also once pushed

opposing counsel
over some dispute.

He made fun of me.

As conditioned as I've

become to
ridicule, sometimes…

so I'm out.

It's not over.

No, I deserve this
more than Brad Chase.

He cuts off a
priest's fingers,

and I lose out
because I push a bully?

–It's not right.
–It's not over.

Jerry, I give you my
word I'll do what I can.

Oh, Shirley. I'm sorry.

I didn't hear your knock.

Gee, I wonder
why that could be.

Maybe because you were too

busy having sex on your desk?

How did you know? I
had the door closed.

Ah, but you neglected
to draw all the blinds.

Oversight.

We were both
facing the same way.

I'm all too horribly aware

of which way you were facing.

Oh, goodness me.

I am so rude.

I'm Beverly Bridge.

Shirley Schmidt.

Did you finish the notes on

the partnership candidates?

I've been busy.

The vote's tomorrow.

50 of the most senior
partners will be there.

This is unprofessional, Denny.

You are setting a very bad

example for the
rest of the firm.

Understood.

And from now on in this
office, those blinds go down

before anybody else does.

She's jealous.

Poor thing.

Hi, Brad.

Hey, Jerry. How's it going?

Oh, a little nervous
about the partner thing. You?

I can't say I'm not.

Got any indication?

Not really.

Paul seems to
think it looks good, but

I certainly didn't
help my chances by…

Lewiston? He says
it looks good for you?

Well, he couldn't
make any promises.

Did he mention
how it looks for me?

No, we didn't
really discuss you.

Do you ever?

I beg your pardon?

Do people discuss me?

Do they talk about me being

odd because of my behavior?

Jerry, everyone here knows
you to be a fine lawyer.

That's all I've
ever heard discussed.

It's in my file
that I'm violent

because I pushed
another lawyer once.

How do you know
what's in your file?

I have a mole.

Right here on my neck.

It's not like
me to make a joke.

I hope it's in
my file I'm funny.

That's a good social skill.

Given the evidence, a

credible witness
and documented proof

that you were administered the

actual drug and
not a placebo…

–Question.
–Go.

When do you see
yourself liking me?

Um, Mr Post, Daniel, um,

plaintiff's
attorney has been very

effective in turning
the jury against you.

You come off as someone of

privilege who has everything

the jury wants
but doesn't have.

Except the girl.

Bottom line, it's in
your best interest to settle.

How about we
negotiate a settlement?

I'm not following.

I agree to settle the case

if you agree to
stop talking about

it and declare
this an official date.

Have you ever done anything
nice for anybody, ever?

Bum, bum, bum. See, you're

trying to get a
look under the hood.

Not until you agree.

–Agreed.
–The answer is yes,

but my mom taught me that it's

impolite to brag
about one's good works.

Then don't brag. Tell.

What's to say?

Um, my company
sent thousands of

pounds of supplies
down to New Orleans

before FEMA even
put its pants on.

I fund a charter school for

learning-disabled
kids here in south Boston.

I don't think the government

does enough to
help its people so,

I give as much as I can.

Do you know why I can do that?

Because you're a rich guy

who throws his weight around.

It goes hand-in-hand.
Money gives me connections.

Connections let me do what I
want, get what I want.

You really don't care
what anybody thinks, do you?

I got stage-4 lung cancer.

I don't give a damn what

anybody I don't
know thinks about me.

Life's too short, really.

One more question.

Why are you really settling?

Did Mr Hopper's
testimony get to you?

It did.

But don't get
me wrong. I, I…

I would do it again.

It was a chance.

So I took it, and, uh,

as it turned
out, the pneumotrox

didn't work as well
as I'd imagined so…

given that I have
less time than I'd hoped,

I don't intend to waste

that time fighting a lawsuit,

so I'll settle.

Now, more wine?

You look distressed.

Your “Guns & ammo”
magazine late again?

She hasn't called all day.

–Ah, Bev.
–It's nearly 4.

She hasn't called the office.

She hasn't
called my cell phone.

I checked the machine at
home at 9:15, 9:30, 9:45.

Okay, I sense a pattern.

I've done something.

I bought her a gift.

I bought her a gift!

Well, in time, I'm
sure she'll forgive you.

Don't you see?
I didn't, I didn't

give her money
like I do most women.

I didn't have a personal

shopper pick
something out. I shopped.

And I, Denny Crane…

thought about
what she would like.

Maybe I'm, I'm
having a stroke.

–Maybe it's the mad cow.
–Maybe you're in love.

I am delirious with joy.

Denny, you enjoy being with

Bev. She
enjoys being with you.

Why don't you just
have fun in the moment

and leave it at that?

I knew you wouldn't

understand, you
heartless bastard.

Wow, he's got it bad.

You shouldn't eavesdrop.

Yes, he does, very.

You wanted me to tell you when

that partnership
voting thing was?

It starts in 20 minutes.

And now we turn
our attention to

our next
candidate, Brad Chase.

Excuse me. Uh,
sorry to interrupt.

I have an
urgent announcement to

make regarding
national security.

I don't think our country is
being run very well.

That concludes the national
security announcement.

Now onto other business,

I'm looking at a group of

partners in a
world-class law firm,

each of whom owes some of

their success
to Jerry Espenson.

When any of you is stumped,

and you need
someone who has an

encyclopedic
knowledge of the law

and the creative spark
to know how to apply it,

whose door do you knock on?

Mr Shore, we appreciate your

input, but you
are not a partner.

Yes, but that's only
because I can't be trusted.

I have here the

confidential
report on Jerry Espenson,

known to some of you who

should know better as “Hands.”

Uh, this report,
while acknowledging

that Jerry works very hard

and has an astute legal mind,

also makes some veiled

references to
“inappropriate behavior,”

but really, this is
about money, isn't it?

And whether Jerry
Espenson brings in enough.

And don't we all
just love our money?

You people must realize
that once the rainmakers

have brought in the
million-dollar accounts,

those clients expect excellent

representation
for their money,

and Jerry is a big part of
what they're paying for.

My God, why isn't
being brilliant enough?

Why can't a lawyer be a
valuable asset to this firm

without being a smiling Ken

Doll with an
aggressive handshake?

Does everyone at the
firm have to be this guy?

Mr Shore, you have no
standing at this meeting.

We would like to ask
you to leave, please, now.

Jerry Espenson has given 15

years of his
life to this firm.

His work has been essential.

How dare you
invade the province

of a private
partnership meeting?

I'm sorry. I didn't think an

invitation was forthcoming.

There's a lot you
don't know about the

business of running
a law practice, Alan,

–The first rule being…
–It's a business.

I understand that, Shirley,

but it's a service business.

You don't peddle widgets. You
don't push stocks.

You sell your
people, and as far your

people go, I'll take
Jerry Espenson over…

–Don't give me…
–Well, you need to hear it!

I said nothing when
you fired Sally Heep,

whose only infraction was to
sleep with me.

I made not a
peep when you deftly

ushered Lori
Colson out of the firm.

I even understood when
you fired Catherine Piper,

a woman I profoundly adore.

I swallowed all of it,

because I know
it's a business.

But to abuse a
talented, selfless employee,

only because his
social skills lack polish,

to allow him to
work tirelessly under

the delusion that
he could make partner,

a delusion you
carefully nurtured,

so as to make piles of

money off him
in the short-term,

that's a betrayal,
Shirley, not just of Jerry,

but of you and your character,

which up till now I have

considered undeniably decent!

–Are you finished?
–No.

Jerry Espenson
no doubt will go off

quietly into the
night, as the meek often do,

but somebody around here has
to get angry about it.

Otherwise, you'll just go

off and blithely do it again.

We have not yet made a

decision
concerning Jerry Espenson.

When we do, I
will call you first to

tell you it is
none of your concern.

There's a saying, Shirley.
Perhaps you've heard it.

All it takes for evil to

succeed is for
good people to say,

“It's a business.”

I've been given
a death sentence.

And you're the
one person in this

room that knows
exactly what that's like.

And there was this drug, and

I thought it could help me,

so I used all my power and my

influence to make
sure that I got it.

But I didn't think it through,

and I didn't think that there

might be
consequences for other people,

in this case for you.

And I see now
that I hurt you…

And I am sorry.

This is our offer.

It's the only one
we're going to make,

and it expires when
we walk out the door.

This is a very generous

offer. Think
about your family.

I don't care.

This could be a very
long and drawn out…

That's exactly
what it should be.

What do you want?

If I take your money,
I won't be hurting you.

The only thing that
will really hurt you now

is if I take your time,

and that's exactly
what I'm going to do.

I need to talk to you.

–You'll talk to me.
–No, I won't.

You have a wife.
You have a family.

You owe something to them, but

you also owe
something to yourself.

I know this road.

Do not allow anger to

consume the last
days of your life.

Bev.
Yes, Denny Crane?

Would you like some…

money?

I, I, I don't…

Bev, I'm afraid.

–Of?
–Myself, of course.

As godlike as I seem
to you and other people,

there's a, there's a…

a mortal inside
this godlike shell.

I don't trust myself.

Bottom line…

I'm not a one-woman man.

You know, Denny.

We're both much too old for

this and too smart.
–We are?

Is there a powerful
man out there

who hasn't felt
what you're feeling?

No.

So why fight it?

Look, people
don't change their

stripes, and you
don't want me to change you,

and I certainly don't
want you to change me.

Therefore, Denny Crane,

as long as we're together,

feel free to have sex
with anyone else you want.

Bev!

I love you.

Brad.

It was a very
close vote but…

You made it.

You are now officially a full

partner at
Crane, Poole & Schmidt.

–Congratulations.
–Thank you, Paul.

I will not let you down.

–Brad, on your knees.
–What?

Denny, must we do
this every single time?

My name on the door.
The answer would be “yes.”

On your knees.

Brad Chase, I hereby
dub thee Brad Chase.

Welcome, partner.

Thank you.

Milord?

You wanted to see me, Shirley?

Yes, Jerry. Out of
courtesy, I'll be brief.

I'm very sorry, but you
won't be making partner.

But I've done
everything I've been asked.

Your work here is

considerable.
It's just not enough.

Not enough?

I won't lead you
on. There will be no

further
opportunities for partnership.

However, we certainly
appreciate all your hard work,

and we welcome you
to stay of counsel.

The choice is yours.

Okay.

You free for dinner?

Because I got a private chef

that makes a
mean breakfast in bed.

You see where
I'm going with this.

A friend of mine
just made partner, so

we're gonna
celebrate, you know, cake.

–Rain check?
–Sure, sure thing.

I got nothing but time.

Oh, wait, you
know, that's not true.

Mr Lewiston
tried to impress upon me

that I not consume the
rest of my life with anger.

But the truth is,
anger can satisfy,

while despair is rather empty.

You don't seem very satisfied.

This isn't simply
about vengeance, Mr Post.

If you were the only one out

there
corrupting medical testing,

perhaps I'd take your money
or if not, your apology.

But there are others like you.

Maybe this
will send a message.

Maybe that will be the
final legacy of my anger.

Guy acts like he's the
only one dying around here.

About that dinner…

It's not enough.

It's not enough.
Where is my coffee mug?

Surprise!

Oh, no!

Look at that!

It's not enough!

It's not enough!

It's not enough!

My initials on the
briefcase? Nice touch.

Jerry.

Why don't you come on
in, have a piece of cake?

–Here, I'll get it for you.
–No, I can do it.

Okay.

How's that, Shirley?

Is that enough?

How about that?

Is that enough?

Is that?

Look, Hands. I mean, Jerry.

Everybody, stand
back! I'll kill her!

I swear, I will kill her!

I want to be made partner.

I'm gonna draw
up an agreement,

and you're gonna
sign it, Shirley.

I'll include a hold

harmless clause
for this assault.

But this is a crime.

Hold harmless clauses are for

insurance and real
estate, not for crimes.

Don't say “crime.”
We're just talking here.

It certainly won't
cover attempted murder.

Don't say “murder.

You, substandard first year.

Go pull the
criminal law treatise

at 22 ALR, 3rd
12-28, reference cases

that hold extreme
emotional conditions

diminish one's
responsibility for a crime.

You!

What do you
think you're doing?

You gonna get
one of your guns?

No, why would I do that?

The one day I don't
bring my sock holster.

You, substandard partner,

get me Rosenberg vs.
Kaplan, 273 mass. 4-11.

The facts of a case can be

construed to uphold
an employment contract

even though it's
entered into under duress.

You!

Hot secretary
that makes me nervous,

get me a copy of the
firm's partnership agreement

and prepare to
make some changes.

Jerry, this is
never gonna work.

Pipe down!

Don't stand. Go!

Get my guns!

–I'm calling the police.
–Which guns should I get?

No guns! Just
look up the damn cases.

”Subsection I,
upon his or her motion,"

“a named partner may
unilaterally reconsider”

“the rejection of a senior

associate for partnership.”

Did you get all that?

Yes, Jerry.

Please type it up.

Clackety-clack!

What's going on?

Hands went nuts.

I found the cases you wanted.

They're excellent.

Thank you.

Jerry.

What are you doing?

Taking matters
into my own hands.

That's right,
people, I said “Hands.”

See, I can be just as
funny as you jokesters.

Why aren't you all laughing?

Don't do this, Jerry, please.

Stop now before this
gets too out of hand…

control.

I will help you.

Like you did
with the partnership?

You don't want to throw away

an entire life's worth of

work over one
emotional outburst.

I don't want to see
the most gifted legal mind

I have ever encountered
rotting in a prison cell.

Now put down the knife, Jerry.

On one condition.

You represent me
once I'm arrested.

I can't. That's a
conflict of interest.

I don't care.

You know the firm
can waive that conflict,

and I know that
you'll honor that waiver,

because if nothing else,
you're a man of your word.

–Make the deal.
–I'll represent you.

Now hand me the knife.

Oh, everyone.

This is the cake I
want for my birthday.

This is really good work.

I assume it's clear to you now

why we couldn't
make Jerry partner.

I have to be with my client.

Well, there's, um,
not much to tell, really.

We were married for
ten years and in love for,

well, probably half that.

Well, it's probably
hard loving a golf bum.

Do you want to hear
something really awful?

When we first got married,

I knew deep down that he would

never amount to anything and,

somehow I was okay with that.

So what are your
plans now? You, um, dating?

Occasionally.

Actually, not at all.

Little problem
with commitment, huh?

I know the feeling.

Um, I'm not looking for a

long-term relationship either.

What I don't understand is how

he got his hands from the cake

to Shirley's neck so quickly.

You know, Denny, I can't

actually talk
about this with you

now that Jerry's my client.

You aren't really
gonna represent him, are you?

I gave him my word.

Oh, please. We're lawyers.

He's a whack job.

By the way,
uh, did I tell you?

Bev and I are getting married.

No.

I would have remembered that.

Yeah. Well…

she's the one.

Yes. She seems like the one.

Congratulations, Denny.

I want to assure you

that my impending nuptials

won't change
anything between us.

No impact whatsoever.

I gotta go.

We're
registering for flatware.