All language subtitles for Girlfriends.Guide.to.Divorce.S02E02.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Girlfriends'
Guide to Divorce"...

Abby, what if we gave
this thing one more shot?

SheShe wants to start a new divorce page.

Barbara is our... your managing editor.

- I didn't mean to insult you in any way.
- Listen,

let's pretend there's a door here,

and I am shutting it.

I want a huge, crazy wedding.

I'm not anybody's blushing bride.

My pastry chef was supposed to be here,

but he ended up taking the bus.

There's a guy camping in your backyard.

Scott, Abby. Abby, Scott.

I don't think it's a good idea
for us making this permanent,

you know, living together.

You loaded?

Are you loaded?

You asked if I was sure.

Becca has decided not to keep the baby.

And I realized I wasn't.

So I don't think I have
to tell Abby, right?

Can I talk to you outside?

Okay, the kids could come out here.

- Abby?
- Oh!

_

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

- Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.
- Okay, maybe she didn't...

- She definitely did. Yeah.
- This is disaster.

Shit.

What if she tells Lilly or Jo?

- She's probably telling Jo right now.
- You know what? You know what?

Maybe she won't tell anybody.
Maybe it-it's just like a bear.

She's more freaked out than we are.

That is not possible.

We need to talk to her.

Let's level with her, and let's
ask her not to tell anybody.

We cannot ask a child to lie for us.

- Terrible idea.
- Okay.

Let's tell the truth. Let's tell the kids.

Let's tell the world, out with it.

I'm not ready for that, for this.

- I am sorry, and you know what, I...
- No.

I hate secrets, but I
need this job at SheShe.

And now, now is not the time to tell people

we're still married.

I... I need something under
my feet that is not shifting.

Okay, I get it.

Okay.

I can handle a little
more undercover intrigue.

- It's not forever.
- I know.

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Charlie, do you want bananas or raisins?

Charlie?

I am not riding with her ever.

- What?
- She can't drive, hello?

She's learning, honey.

You can walk, but I'm
starting my lessons on Monday.

- Morning.
- Well, I'm not going to be there!

- All right.
- Abby?

- Morning.
- Hey, you guys,

- we're late. Let's get it going.
- Yup.

Hey, dad, will you take me
to the valley this weekend

- to practice driving?
- Why the valley?

- Those people want to live too.
- Ha, ha, ha.

They have really big, empty
parking lots out there.

Sounds like a magical place.

- Yes.
- Pardon me.

- Hey, do you want some help with that?
- No, sir,

I am learning to be
self-sufficient, remember?

You look like shit.

You're not sleeping?

What? No, I'm sleeping.

Or something. Seriously, your
face is like warmed-over ass.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Really, tweed? I expected you to have,

- like, Puerto Rican flags or to be...
- No, these belong to Zooey.

She's going to visit Frumpkis and
the Wicked Witch of the South.

I thought you were
moving out like an adult.

Well, finding a place in L.A.
isn't as easy as you might think.

Funny, I found the Paradiso
really, really fast.

Because it's corporate housing.

It's soulless stucco boxes.

Maybe that crap's good enough
for you but not for my kid,

and since I'm opening
a bakery in dos dias...

You don't have to move right away.

Could you say that with a
little less enthusiasm, please?

Thanks.

Look, it was my idea to
expand to the West Coast.

This is on me, so let me
just get the doors open,

and I swear on my life I will find a place.

- Zooey, Uber's here!
- Lilly...

- Bye.
- Say good-bye to your mother.

Zooey, Uber's here!

- I'm here.
- She's right there.

- Shut the door. Behave. Hey.
- What?

Shotgun!

- Okay, I'll be right there.
- Got it.

Okay, that was weird, but it
wasn't like "we're in trouble"

- weird, right?
- I feel like if she told,

then it would've been a whole other...

- But it was hostile.
- Abby?

Abby?

May I have a word with you?

- Okay, sure.
- In private?

- Of course.
- Yeah, I'm gonna...

I'm got to drive the
kids to school, then.

- Have a good day, Jake.
- Okay.

Okay.

I know this is none of my business.

I am so sorry that you
had to see what you saw,

and I'm sure it's very confusing.

Not if you and Jake are
back together. Are you?

- That is a big question, and...
- Oh.

And sometimes life can be very complicated.

Lilly and Charlie can't know.

They've been through this so many times.

It's not fair to the kids.

That's right.

I won't say anything.

I cannot ask you to lie for me.

I'm leaving for two weeks.

You're the one who has to lie.

Bye.

Bye.

I was literally sitting
here trying to figure out

how I could get all my work done from here

in this bed with you.

Well, you do do pretty good work in bed.

I do have a meeting, though,

at 9:00, with manufacturing...

I know, about the new line.

I guess I approve.

Hey, what are we gonna eat tonight?

I was thinking Nobu?

Be a great place for our engagement party.

Did you say engagement party?

Just a few dozen friends,
maybe one toast, and done.

A few dozen?

I don't have time to
plan an engagement party.

Well, then why did we
hire a wedding planner?

You hired her?

Jonathan is gonna take care of everything.

Your only job is to show up and marry me.

Mmm, I think I can do that.

Phoebe, I wanted to tell you
how much I enjoyed the editorial

you wrote for the parent newsletter.

Oh, wow, thank you, Ellen.

I had no idea you'd gone through all that.

I'd love you to come talk
to my economics class.

Most people think there's
no child labor in the U.S.,

but clearly you had a different experience.

Yeah, I would be honored.

- Great. I'll email you some times. Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you.

What does that even mean, "A crowded field

of vegan treateries"?

Wha... we're a vegan bakery.

- That is our brand.
- Hey, Marco, it's me again.

- Uh, can you call me back?
- All right.

- Thanks.
- Well, you know what?

- What's going on with Marco?
- Ooh.

I had a little too much
to drink the other night.

Oh, okay.

And I thought it was okay
with us, but I guess we're not.

Wait. What?

Oh, you want me to make
the phone call for you?

Sure, yeah, I'll do your job.

On a lighter note,

Ellen Tedford asked me to
speak in front of her class.

- Hey, that's awesome.
- I know.

- Congratulations.
- Yeah, you got it, sweetie.

Okay, bye.

Mother...

Who's that?

Idiot PR lady.

She's barely doing any
press for the opening.

Apparently we're not distinctive enough.

We need a hook.

What was your hook in New York?

We sell vegan stuff, and
it's frickin' awesome,

and Scott's the go-to guy in Brooklyn,

but according to asshole here,

we're late for the
food-free food party in L.A.

- Scott, tent Scott?
- Yes.

Do not sleep with him.

I'm serious. Goes for everyone.

I'm... Delia too.

- You tell her that.
- Jeez.

He's hot as hell, but
he's kind of a sex addict.

Speaking of, that's...

That's the sexy smile.

That's Will. Is that Will?

That's Will.

Sexy Will.

He adores you.

Um, yes.

Jo, what is happening
with your apartment hunt?

Wow, you just can't

stop pushing me out the door, can you?

No, I... no, I was...

I left a message for a realtor.

Her face looked very nice on the bench.

Okay, well, if there's
anything I can do to help, I...

You want to help me?

You get every person you
know to come to the bakery

so I don't go broke.

I got to go.

Do not touch Scott's twinkie.

I'm serious.

- I couldn't wait to tell you.
- Mm-hmm.

She was like that robot girl
in the... what was that show?

- "Small Wonder."
- So scary mature.

So she actually said,
"we can't tell the ch...

We can't tell the children?"

Basically, she did.

- Wow. Creepy.
- Yeah, but you know what?

It makes me sad, because I don't...

I don't want our kids to feel
like they have to parent us.

I want them to feel safe and secure.

Our kids don't feel that way.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

Also, they know that we are
going through a transition.

For example, I am
transitioning into a person

who's not wearing pants.

Ow, what is that?

What? Oh, sorry.

That is called an independent
film production office

right here on my bed.

You are a fancy Hollywood director.

I'm gonna kill those guys.

- What is it?
- Damn leaf blower guy.

Hey! Turn it off! It's all right.

- Hey! Hey!
- Let it go.

Turn it off!

- Jake? Hey.
- Yeah! Thank you!

Come back to bed.

Which one of those beautiful
ladies is the love interest

of Mr. Lovett?

We're not doing that. Not at all.

What? But he's your star.

Right, but we're... kind of.

I mean, we're kind of...

We're thinking about the
whole thing differently.

He doesn't have a love interest.

He doesn't come in till
the third act of the film.

Who thought that was a good idea?

It's a dramatic tension thing.

- I thought it would...
- What?

Are you giving me notes right now?

Because I thought it was playtime.

Sorry, no notes, no notes. I'm sorry.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

Such a know-it-all, my God.

Can't help it.

Actually, though, I want...

I meant to ask you one thing,

which is... this,

here, this...

Does this guy play to you
as military intelligence?

He's a little young.

- Okay, right?
- Right.

That's what I thought, but casting are...

We are working.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- Sorry.

Do you think maybe this place
is too real for playtime?

You think we need more of
a "Fantasy Island" vibe?

Yeah, like a fancy hotel where we could...

We could get room
service, have lots of sex.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, what is
the place with the, um...

- The little... the little sundaes?
- The little sundaes!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll look it up.

No, no, wait, I can't. I have
a meeting at 2:00 at SheShe.

I don't care.

If they saw us right now, I'd be so fired.

'Cause you are so full of shit.

- 'Cause you're...
- Hey. Hey, stop.

I just... just cancel that meeting.

I can't.

It's with my managing editor
and the woman who hates me.

I'm pitching divorce stories.

Okay, well, go pitch your divorce stories

and then go to the hotel

and have sex with your husband.

No! They stole it from us!

Well, come to the opening,

because we will show you
who's derivative-ing who.

Unbelievable, some vegan asshole...

- Can you sign here, please?
- Stole our frickin' faux-hos recipe,

and he's tweeting it from his bakery.

- Thank you.
- I saw it this morning.

Now look.

Taste this.

Oh, my God.

What is this?

Our new signature, the cruffin nookie.

Part muffin, part cookie,
made with croissant dough

and baked to a crispy perfection.

The n in "nookie" is
just there to sound dirty.

- This is unbelievable.
- Mm-hmm.

How'd you make the croissant
dough without butter?

Are you kidding?
There's, like, a pound of it in there.

We're a vegan bakery.

Not anymore.

When we did that in New York,
it was, like, a radical shift,

but now we're in L.A.

The fat can be the new nonfat.

Wrong, this is the vegan
capital of the world.

Jo, you're not even a vegan
anymore, and I'm not a vegan.

I've never been a vegan.

I have to eat this sorry-ass
way because I have allergies.

Take this delicious abomination,

destroy all evidence of this.

Jo, I am an artist, and
artists need to grow.

No growing. You hear me?

You stay the exact same size.

No growing.

No change.

Now, I got to go apartment
hunting, so when I return,

this place better be
piled high with vegan crap.

Come on!

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Going somewhere?

Yeah, a quick meeting out of the office.

You're gonna have to cancel it.

I have some bad news.

Grant Manning is dead.

What? When?

A couple days ago, ski accident.

Black diamond run, hit a tree.

- How awful.
- Yeah.

Please forgive me for
what I'm about to ask.

I'm way ahead of you, and the answer is no,

he did not sign the divorce
agreement before he died.

Shit.

Albert, I've worked on
that case for over a year.

Yeah, well, it's as if it never happened.

Annie is still his wife,

and she's fighting his
daughter for property.

What can I do?

Be in the conference room
at 2:00 P.M. to mediate.

Okay, be back in an hour.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're still leaving?

Yeah, I agreed to meet
with a wedding planner.

- It starts.
- No, Albert, it stops.

I meet once, and that's it.

Then I'm done.

Everything's gonna be taken care of.

Want to go around again?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

What are you wearing? I
thought we were playing.

You are.

Walt.

Who's Walt?

I hired a Manny to play sports
with the boys while Max is gone.

Yeah, he takes them surfing,
plays tennis, football,

basketball; It's great.

Okay, so I get the Manny?

You don't seriously want
to play basketball with me.

No?

So I will be Max's emotional proxy

while Walt runs your ass off.

- Walt, this is Jake.
- Oh, hey, man.

- Thanks for letting me play.
- My pleasure.

Now you kick my ass? Is that right?

Come on, dude, we're just
gonna have some fun, right?

Look. I tell you what.

You mind if I warm up a little bit?

No, stretch it out.

Yeah.

So he's a strapping young man,

and your husband's out of town, and...

- He's straight.
- Mm-hmm.

And it's not even like that.

No, he did four years in Afghanistan.

He's going to UCLA.

He's a good role model for
the boys, so get your mind

out of the gutter.

All right, your turn.

Max tells me Becca's pregnant?

Wow, way to respect the
cone of silence, Max.

Well, did you tell him there
was no spousal dispensation?

No.

Okay, well, then the cone includes me.

You know the rules.

What'd Abby say?

You haven't said anything?

You know, things are
delicate between us right now.

You know what?

Your kids are about to
have a baby half-sibling.

I mean, if you think this is gonna get

easier to break to Abby
the longer you wait,

you are seriously clueless.

Whoo.

Hold on, are we talking
about your housekeeper, or...

No, Brittany's.

The housekeeper's name is Brittany?

No, sorry, the... Brittany is my friend.

Marta is her housekeeper.

Marta got married in Guatemala,
but she broke up in the U.S.,

and she's been trying to get a divorce,

but she needs her ex to sign the papers,

and she has no idea where he is.

Okay, Abby, uh,

what we want from you is your unique angle.

- Right.
- Lifestyle, aspirational, sexy.

I just want to be more
sensitive to our readers,

many of whom are going through
very difficult divorces.

Their Guatemalan husbands are missing?

Some of them,

and I just thought it would be good

if we could mix in some earthy,
grounded stories with the fun.

But you're the sexy face of divorce, okay?

You're not here to write
about the sad, upsetting side.

Ew, that's Barbara's face.

No offense.

So we want to see you out
there at, um, gallery openings

and fashion shows, artisanal food fairs.

Barbara is going to oversee you on this.

Ooh, call Cowan and get a list of escorts.

No, not escort-escorts.

I actually know one of those.

I'll bet you do, but we're actually looking

for someone who's gonna
look good in the photo.

Ooh, get some buzzworthy men,
or women, hey, whatever, right?

Okay, so 1,000 words twice a week

plus some glam photos of Abby's adventures.

Ladies, let's sell some divorce.

I know that this is uncomfortable,

but I do think that this
place needs both of us.

Gee, thanks, person who's
been here five minutes.

Idea.

I think you should go on
the dates instead of me.

I can tag along with a photographer

and write all the pieces,
but then you get to be glam.

First of all, I am glam.

Secondly, you're the sexy face.

I'm the brains.

That's what he said.

That is not exactly what he said.

Look, I get it.

This is too real.

The world is not ready for this.

They all want to pretend to be you.

Hell, I want to pretend to be you.

Yeah, but, you know, we could...

We can't.

I'm good at what I do.

I will set this thing up,

and then we'll see if you're
any good at what you do.

- I...
- Mm-mm.

Okay. Door.

We're downtown.

Yes, I noticed that when I was driving in.

It took me 45 minutes to get here.

I guess I'll just have to get
back in the car and go back.

Oh, come on, babe. It's just a meeting.

Albert's going to understand.

No, he won't. One of my cases fell through.

If I don't fix it today,

the company's gonna
lose a shit-ton of money.

- Where's Jonathan?
- I have no idea.

You're the first face that I've seen.

Hello?

Anybody here?

I'm on a clock.

Jonathan?

I am, and this is my assistant, Mayi.

Hmm. I am Delia Banai,

and this is my fiancé, Gordon Beech.

Follow me.

I'm sorry. Wh... what is this?

Choose five items.

What for?

It's a game just to get
a sense of your taste.

I don't do games.

Maybe you could ask me direct questions.

Invisibility or the power of flight?

I'm sorry?

If your engagement photographs

are going to reflect
who you are as a couple,

then I need to know who you are,

so invisibility or the power of flight?

I'm sorry. We have made a mistake.

I'm sorry to have wasted your time.

Yeah, just give us a second.

Delia.

Okay, that person
planned Clooney's wedding?

Come on back in, just
15 minutes, that's it.

Do you have any idea how much
15 minutes is worth in my day?

I know it well. I've paid your rates.

And what does money have
to do with anything at all?

This is not about the money.

We have all the money we could ever need.

This is about the firm.

I'm a partner, okay?

I care about what I do.

I don't care about the
power of invisibility.

Oh, I don't either.

The power of flight, 100%.

I'm gonna see you later.

Delia.

We're only getting married once.

Please just enjoy it with me.

Go back inside.

Make all the decisions.

I'll agree to whatever you want.

Scott? Are you here?

Kitchen.

So you find a place?

Why are the shelves empty?

Where's the baked stuff?

Check these out.

I call these carrot crakes,

made with carrot cake but
baked with a croissant dough.

Stop it with the croissants
already. What are you doing?

Where are the faux-hos and
the cheeseless cheesecake

and the no-bake,
dairy-free biscottis?

- What are you doing?
- Do you hear yourself?

Faux, less, no, free,

you are literally pimping deprivation.

Vegans like deprivation.

That is why they are vegan.

Yeah, well, not this guy, not anymore.

So do you know what?

- I quit.
- Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

You are gonna stay here.

You're gonna do your job.

I don't want a job.

Oh, well, excuse me, Mr. Artiste.

You know what?

- I plucked you from a farmers' market...
- Ah, don't even...

A C-list farmers' market, baby,

and you're gonna bail on me?

You used to be the ballsiest chick I knew,

and now you're just a...

- Just another capitalist drone.
- You're the one without the balls.

You're afraid you can't cut it in L.A.

- That's what's going on.
- I...

I hate L.A., little dogs in purses,

but you know what?

I'm stimulated.

Yeah, I'm having ideas.

Change is good, Jo-Jo.

It feels like shit, but it's good.

Ladies, sorry I'm late.

Michelle, Annie,

my sincere condolences for your loss.

My loss.

Dad was divorcing her.

Ladies, I understand.

This is very emotional for you both,

but I have been told
there is just one issue

that needs to be resolved,
and I'm confident that we...

You're not getting the sperm.

He agreed to let me have it
in the divorce settlement.

He never signed the papers.

He wanted me to have a baby.

Ladies, let's talk about
something that we can agree on.

We can agree that this psychopath,

who was my best friend through
junior high and high school,

who practically grew up
in my house, and the minute

that I leave for college
is screwing my dad, nice.

You know what?

You are not getting one
ounce of my father's jizz,

do you understand?

More vitamins in this thing

than I consumed all of last year.

Maybe start putting tomatoes
on your in-n-out burgers.

Unlikely.

Just a suggestion.

So I don't know. I just wanted to...

I wanted to check in and see how
you're feeling about everything.

I'm okay. It depends on the day.

A baby, that's... that's a big decision.

Huge, it is,

and I got to say,

I feel like I kind of talked you into it.

I mean, well, you know, you
had decided to not have it.

- And then I said whatever I...
- Well...

it's just really
important, whatever you do,

that you follow your own instinct on it

and that it's your decision, you know?

So you're saying I shouldn't have the baby?

No, I'm... well, maybe.

I'm saying you should do...

That you should know that
whatever you are gonna

do is going to affect, you know, your life.

So why do I feel like
we're talking about you?

No, we're not talking... well, I mean,

I've been very clear that

I can't do the baby thing again.

I thought you understood that.

I mean, I've had my kids,

and I... my life

is moving in a very different
direction right now, and I

just want to make sure we're
on the same page with that.

Right.

- Okay, don't... don't get upset.
- Totally same page.

I'm just...

What's happening?

I'm having the baby.

Okay.

Thanks for checking in.

I...

Hey, what's up? You wanted to see me?

There's a fashion show downtown

at the new Broad Saturday night.

Several top designers
are premiering new pieces.

You'll be wearing one of them.

These are for me?

Take them. Try 'em on.

More are coming.

The stylist will decide.

I have a stylist?

We want sexy face to
look as good as possible.

Well, who are the designers
so I can look them up?

Why? You don't need to know.

Well, how am I gonna
cover the fashion shows

if I don't know who the designers are?

Calm down, Katie Couric.

You won't be reporting.

You'll sit in the front row
with your date, who is TBD.

We'll take pretty pictures.

You will write about being
you, and now I have a meeting.

Shakespeare, right?

Come on in.

Thank you.

What is that?

That is a wedding look book
put together by my fiancé

and a cartoon character named Jonathan.

You're not gonna look at it?

Hmm? Uh, I abdicated.

Whatever Gordon chooses is fine with me.

Really?

Really.

Wow.

You know, I've never seen you in feathers,

but I'm sure that you can pull it off.

Yeah, it is not gonna work, Albert.

Will the aerialists be up there

during the entire ceremony?

Ooh, pandas.

Who's there?

Hey, babe.

Jesus. Where have you been?

You haven't returned any of my calls.

I got caught up.

Hey, where's that lip balm with the, uh...

What is it, rose or whatever?

I need it.

I'll... I'll find it.

Hey, hey.

I got it.

What?

What's this?

It's something I wrote
for the parent newsletter.

They actually want me to talk
about it in front of a class.

- You wrote this?
- Yeah.

That's funny,

'cause you didn't even
graduate high school,

and now you're gonna teach

at one of the most elite schools in L.A.

Why would you say that?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, mm-mm.

Have you been drinking?

Huh?

I said, have you been drinking?

Uh, maybe.

- It's not a big deal, whatever.
- No, it's a-it's a big deal.

I think you need to
call your sponsor, Marco.

Okay, shh, we're just
gonna go to bed, okay?

- Come on.
- No, I don't...

- Come on.
- I don't want...

Marco, this is serious.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

- Swanky.
- Mm-hmm.

I should have worn one of
those outfits SheShe lent me.

- Oh, for one of your dates?
- Yeah.

Now, who are those dates with?

Um, they're still hunting for somebody

worthy of the face.

- I'm worthy.
- You are.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, God, oh, God. Walk away. Walk away.

- Somebody recognized me.
- What? What?

- What?
- Congratulations, Shannon.

You look incredible.

Is David here too?

He's inside booking a room.

It's date night, sweetheart.

The feng shui worked.

Put nine in a bowl.

Abby!

- Can you believe that?
- Yeah, she wasn't taking a picture of you.

No, her camera was
pointed directly at my...

It was pointed at the real
housewife of... you know,

the actually famous person
that was kind of nearby.

Oh, my God.

Blonde with the...

- It was hilarious.
- Yeah.

Okay, let's go. Let's go back.

It's just...

What, are you mad?

When you think somebody might
recognize you, you ditched me.

It's a little embarrassing.

because of my job.

I can't have somebody Instagram

a picture of me at a
hotel with my ex-husband.

Husband. We haven't
actually filed the papers.

Okay, please keep your voice down.

I don't think I will, because
I'm not hiding anything.

I'm not hiding either.
We've talked about this.

I literally just scraped my
career out of the toilet, Jake.

I know.

Okay, fine, so how long
do we have to do this?

Because if we are gonna work,

you have to ditch the
doyenne of divorce thing.

- You have to.
- Oh, it's not that simple.

Come on, would you... would
you change your career?

Would you quit your
movie if I asked you to?

It's not the same thing.

I don't have to lie to do my movie.

- I'm not lying!
- You are!

I'm trying to figure things out.

I'm trying to figure out us,

me, my... my voice.

Oh, your voice.

Okay, forget work then.

Have you told your friends about us?

- Of course not.
- Of course not.

We decided that we wouldn't

until we knew what we were doing.

I know. I want you.

I don't want you to go on stupid dates.

I want to come home.

Can you admit that you
don't know if you want me?

No, you can't.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, man.

- Do you want a coffee?
- No, I'm good.

Been drinking coffee all day.

Meetings, you know.

We could have just met at my house.

I can't go to your house anymore, Pheebs.

I'm struggling, babe,

and I can't... I can't get
right if I'm with you, so...

I don't have to drink around you.

It's not your fault. It's not gonna work.

Listen, we've done this before, okay?

Um...

I got to do this on my own.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

- Hey, just three straws.
- Yeah.

Hey. The place looks fantastic.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Thank you.

So Jo was up all night last
night helping with the "baking."

Oh, is that what kids
are calling it these days?

- Yes.
- Baking?

- I want to bake you so bad.
- Want to bake your face off.

The baker just pinched my ass.

Oh.

I would be mad, but he's so cute.

Attention, everyone!

Thank you so much for coming
to the opening of Rize.

Yay.

Scott and I decided to
come up with something new.

To the right are all of our
vegan favorites from Brooklyn.

You have Scott's famous
faux-hos, yummy, all that jazz.

Now, to the left,

we are unveiling Scott's
new left-coast creations

featuring the sexiest
thing out of the kitchen

since Scott himself.

Ladies and gentlemen, the cruffin nookie.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Whoo!

- Yeah!
- Ooh!

I'm sorry, but the sign says it has butter?

It should also say three
days on the treadmill, like,

without sleeping or eating.

No, seriously, Rize will
cater to the vegan and the non.

Seriously?

I thought this guy was
the next vegan Jesus.

Scott's an artist.

He is. He's a genius.

He's at the forefront of
the big tent vegan movement,

which starts here today.

Yeah, you want vegan? Swipe to the right.

You want butter, you swipe to the left.

We've got something for
your hipster girlfriend

and your grandma from Wisconsin.

Everyone's welcome, except for dicks.

If you got a problem with that,

L.A.'s got a zillion other vegan treateries

right out that door, pal.

- Cheers, cheers. Cheers.
- Everyone eat. Yeah!

Whoo!

- Thank you for that.
- Of course, you're welcome.

You know, I've been
thinking, maybe we should...

I'm not gonna sleep with you.

Okay.

- To Jo.
- Whoo!

Mm.

Salud.

Mm, oh, we need more champagne.

You should go.

- Hey, girl.
- Hey.

Hey.

I know I've been a beast
these past couple of days,

but, um, Scott tells me change is good,

and I'm gonna pretend that goes for me too.

I'm sorry.

Aww, does that mean we're good?

Well, we, uh... we could be.

- We could be.
- Good.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Am I supposed to talk more?

Well, I was hoping you'd
tell me the real reason

why you kicked me out is because you're...

You're back with Jake.

What's wrong?

Marco and I are done.

- Officially over.
- Hmm.

He started drinking again,

and I guess he can't get
better with me around.

Zooey told you?

Zooey knew?

Uh, she...

How... how did you know that...

I... well, Jake's always around the house

with the... with the... hanging
out with the heart-to-hearts.

Back up. How did my kid find out?

Um...

No.

She walked in on you? Oh, my God.

- No, no, we were...
- Did she see his penis?

We were kissing. That's all.

That's all. We were just kissing.

You told her not to tell me?

Of course I'd never do that!

No, Zooey actually thought that it was best

that she keep it to herself.

Are you listening to yourself right now?

Oh, God, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you.

I should have told you.

Just all this bullshit

about it being in my
best interest to move out

- when it was really about you...
- Could you lower your voice, please?

Sliding back in the crazy with Jake!

You know what? Just,
all my stuff with Jake,

that's really none of your business.

It is when my kid walks in on it.

Well, your kid walks in on it

because you have been living at my house

for the past couple of months.

Come on, Jo. Do I get any credit for that?

Ladies and gentlemen,

the frickin' Abby show all over again.

Wait. Which show is that?

Is that the show where I
save your ass over and over?

Because that is in fucking
reruns at this point.

It's the show where you
pretend to be something

you are not, like happy,

or single,

or a good friend, my God.

- Jo.
- Uh-huh.

I am so sorry about
everything, especially Zooey.

I should have... I should
have come to you right away.

Water under the bridge.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, do you have to run?

Uh, yeah, I've got to pick up
some packing supplies and boxes.

Oh, you found a place?

- Yeah, I did.
- That's great.

- It's temporary, but it'll do.
- Yeah.

You know, we just... we
really need to get out.

You're not gonna say anything
to anyone about Jake, are you?

Unbelievable.

Tell Jake he can come over anytime.

Uh, the coast is clear.

Come in.

Your 11:00's here.

There's no name on the schedule.

New client.

Okay, send him in.

Hey, handsome.

Wish I knew you were stopping by.

I've got a client about
to come in here any second.

- He just did.
- Excuse me?

Jonathan?

Okay, what is happening?

Okay, I booked a half an hour of your time

to take engagement photos.

We don't even have to go anywhere.

We can do them right here in the office.

I know your time is valuable.
That's why I scheduled some,

and I promise you're gonna
see less and less of Jonathan.

- You're pretty smart.
- Hmm.

You should meet the woman I'm marrying.

Jonathan?

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes,

and... yes.

I need to tell you something.

Yeah, I wanted to tell you something too.

Oh, okay.

Jo is moving out.

Really?

For reals, and...

And radical honesty?

A little scared now, but okay.

Um...

I'm just not ready to live together again.

Okay.

I just feel like I've started something,

and I need to see it through.

I've got the book. I've got SheShe.

Well, I can't be your boyfriend, Abby.

I know. I get that. I do.

And I'm saying that whatever we had,

we were miserable.

Yeah, and we're doing better,
trying harder.

And you have to stop pretending
like it isn't happening.

I mean, we might be together
for the rest of our lives,

and I might not be the
face of divorce after all,

but I really do need something different.

I get that.

Yeah.

Just one day at a time.

Okay?

Mm-hmm.

You wanted to tell me something?

Okay.

- Radical honesty.
- Yeah?

I'm going to Latvia for four months.

Right.

Yeah, we cannot make any
big decisions before that.

Oh, okay, sure.

We'll figure it all out post-Latvia.

- Yeah, exactly.
- Okay.

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

Howdy, neighbor.

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