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-Previously on Family Law.
-You were saying?

How pleased I am to see yet
another middle-aged,

mediocre white man ascend the ranks
based on cronyism instead of merit.

Mr. Svensson, I was hoping
you'd give a compelling argument,

but the one you gave was,
what's the word? Mediocre?

I just met Veronica Crombie.
What could she possibly see in Chip?

We're trying to stem the flow,
and you're stalking a teacher?

It's Frank's new girlfriend.

You are going to be
my "homework mole".

-Can I take you out to dinner?
-I'm meeting my boyfriend.

It would be best if you started
looking for somewhere else to stay.

You kicking me out?

I didn't mean you should leave right
this second, Abby!

-Oh, Jesus Murphy!
-Oh, you're awake.

-Beautiful morning, isn't it?
-It was, until a moment ago.

-Why is he always here?
-Because he's my boyfriend.

-He has his own place.
-And you, my dear, do not.

While you're back under my roof,
you can't criticize our relationship.

Can I at least request bathing suits?

If you don't like the way things are,
you can go back to your sister's.

Except, wait, Lucy kicked you out.
For bad-mouthing her relationship.

If you don't want to bunk with your
baby brother, I suggest you zip it.

Coffee?

That was fun.

First time we didn't have to keep
the volume down.

And, bonus,
when we go into the kitchen later,

there won't be any dirty dishes
in the sink.

True.

But?

I just feel kind of bad
about the whole thing.

Oh, babe. Hey, you shouldn't.
You did her a favor.

Trust me, she's going
to thank you for it later.

I still have to see her every day.
I don't want it to be weird.

Abby's a grown woman.
She won't hold a grudge.

I always wash my dishes!
Just not always right away.

She accused me of being "too judgy".
And that my jokes "punch down".

I'm waiting for the part
that isn't 100% accurate.

This is all Kelly.
There's something off about her.

She just sees right through you.

Lucy's happy.
Just be happy for her.

-Morning, Roz.
-Here's a new one.

What happens when
lawyers take Viagra?

They get taller.

Oh, because we're dicks? Right.
What courtroom am I in?

He requires a variation
on his child support.

He can't afford it
since he was laid off.

Because he's a
commercial fisherman.

That is literally how it works.
Six months on, six months off.

The payments factor that in.

-Overruled.
-There's nothing to overrule.

This is in accordance
with the guidelines.

Counsel, stop your jibber-jabbering.

Since when is making submissions
for my client "jibber-jabbering"?

There you go again.
Nee-nee-nee-nee-nee-nee!

Don't make me hold you in contempt.

I know you don't like me, but you
can't take it out on my client.

-Are you accusing me of bias?
-Hell, yes!

My chambers, Ms. Bianchi! Now!

How dare you create a scene
in my courtroom.

Oh, please! You've had a vendetta
against my family for months.

And you've been manipulating
the trial coordinator to avoid me.

-Didn't think I'd find out?
-It's for my clients!

You shouldn't be allowed to make
decisions that affect people's lives.

You need to learn how to
bite your tongue, Missy.

-Don't come closer.
-Show me some respect!

911. What's your emergency?

I'm at the courthouse,
Judge Crombie's room.

I think he's having a heart attack.

We're dispatching an ambulance.

Do you know CPR?
Ma'am? Ma'am? Are you there?

FAMILY LAW

-My name is Abby, I'm an alcoholic.
-Hi, Abby.

Boy, did I need a drink today.
I'm living with my mother. Again.

And she's shtupping my father. Again.

I know they say we're not supposed
to blame anyone for our alcoholism,

but they are to blame.

And then this morning,

I may have caused a judge
to have a heart attack

by kicking him in the nuts.

I'm sorry.

You're a lawyer. You must know
you shouldn't publicly confess

to causing a heart attack.

Well, you're presumably an alcoholic,
Mr. Cohen,

so you must know
what happens in A.A. stays in A.A.

Right. Better hope that Crombie
doesn't press charges.

-He wouldn't! Would he?
-If he does I know a good lawyer.

-This is awful.
-Yeah.

I was going to say,
but you were being an ass.

-So...
-Fair.

Want to go grab a real coffee?

-Ready to head out?
-You go ahead, Jerri.

-You sure? I can wait.
-No, I'm good.

Also divorced.
Going on five years. Also two kids.

-One of them wants to be a lawyer.
-God forbid.

-Have you been in recovery long?
-Not long. A few months this time.

-"This time"?
-You know what they say.

-If at first you don't succeed...
-How many times have you--

Not succeeded? Twice.

-How about you?
-I just got my one-year medallion.

Wow! Congratulations.

-Do you miss it?
-Absolutely. Although, not as often.

It does make life more calm.

But, if I'm being honest,
a little dull.

Just have to learn to find
your thrills elsewhere.

Ms. Bianchi. Is that your foot?

Ben? Ben Cohen?

Harry Svensson! Hey.

-Ben, this is, this is Joanne.
-Hi. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Ben is a top prosecutor.
I sent Abigail to consult with him.

I see the consult was successful.
Please. Stay for breakfast.

We've actually got to get into court.

You slept with my daughter,
at least stay for coffee.

-Please, sit.
-Great.

This is from Phil. Chip Crombie
had a heart attack yesterday.

-How awful. How is he doing?
-Was with anyone?

-No, but if we're lucky...
-Don't say it.

I know you don't like him,
but think of Veronica.

Now.
Let's hear all about you.

As long as you're sponging off mom,
it makes sense to take one car in.

Except you're suspended
and shouldn't be here.

-I can use my treadmill.
-Your condo has a gym!

Other people use those treadmills.

-Did you hear about Crombie?
-We did.

You were in court yesterday.
See anything?

You were in court yesterday.
See anything?

Roz gave me the skinny.

Apparently, a lawyer blasted Crombie
in his courtroom,

accused him of bias
against her and her family.

He called her into his chambers.

People could hear him all over,
then, boom, heart attack!

My office! Now!

Kicking his nuts
doesn't cause a heart attack.

-I Googled it.
-This is not good.

You made it worse again? What if
he's the judge on the Bass divorce?

-Look on the bright side.
-What's that?

-He might die.
-Great news!

Roz heard that
Chip's doctors expect him

to make a full recovery--

Get down to the hospital
and fix this!

-So, put a pillow over his face?
-No! Buy him flowers and apologize!

-Mr. Svensson?
-Yes.

Your 9:00 is here,
which is now Ms. Bianchi's 9:00.

-Let me just take this meeting.
-No.

I'll take it. What else do I
have to do now Dad's suspended

and you're killing judges?

-My mother is suing us.
-Your mother?

Retroactive childcare payments.

She looked after Cyra since she was
a baby, until she turned two.

And how old is Cyra now?

She's three,
with the most amazing vocabulary--

-Why would she do this?
-We had a tech start-up, Convergent.

Yeah, I've heard of it. You made
a nice profit on it last year.

We put every ounce of
our energy into that company,

and now her mother
wants a piece of it.

I still can't believe it.

-Did you ask her to look after Cyra?
-No. She offered.

And out-of-pocket expenses?

She had everything she needed.

Food, Science World membership,
bus passes.

We showed our gratitude
in many other ways.

Vacations, theater tickets,
fancy dinners--

-Did you have a contract?
-Of course not. She's Cyra's mamani.

If there was no formal
agreement,

Cyra's mamani doesn't stand
a chance.

"Her skin so soft and clean, her
neck, so long and lean.

Her hair, which smells like
apple pie,

she's my special girl."

-Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
-Abigail. Come in, come in.

Chip was just reciting the poem
he wrote for me on our anniversary.

Man of many talents.

I'm going to go get you
that extra blanket, okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

You got a lot of nerve.
I'll charge you with assault!

Try it! I'll charge you.

For the record,
I saved your life, you--

Chip! Oh, my God! Potato Chip!
I'm so glad you're okay.

-Excuse me! Who are you?
-I'm Chip's wife. Who are you?

Look, I don't know who you are
or how you know my husband--

He's my husband!
We live in Sumach Creek.

-Isn't his satellite office there?
-We married five years ago.

Okay. You need to visit
the psych ward. Two floors up.

Excuse me.
Which of you is his wife?

-I am.
-I am.

Definitely not me.

Your husband is in an induced coma.

-What?
-Who has power of attorney?

-I do.
-I do.

I don't know what kind of sick game
you're are playing,

-Butt you need to go! Now.
-No, you need to go.

-No, you do.
-No, you do!

-Listen, you need to get out--
-Ladies! This is a hospital.

You need to take this elsewhere.

Veronica, again, I'm so sorry.

Two women were fighting over
Chip Crombie?

-Did this other woman seem credible?
-Honestly? It's hard to tell.

Maybe she's Chip's mistress.
Hears he's at death's door

and wants her cut.

Hardly the first judge
to have one on the side.

Or the first lawyer,
Or psychologist.

Well, I'm going to head back
to my office. Tackle Spelling Bee.

I'm off to the little boys' room.

What is he doing?

-You don't think...
-Harry's using Cecil as his mole.

Cecil!

Look. I hope there aren't
any hard feelings about--

-You kicking me out?
-I just needed space.

-Me and Kelly are--
-Suffocating, co-dependent?

Still in the honeymoon phase.

Kelly thought
you could be an adult about this.

As in most things, Kelly is wrong.

I'm glad we talked. Made me realize
I made the right decision.

Thanks, Jerri.

-How was coffee with Ben last night?
-Good.

I don't need to tell you
that it's not a good idea

to date someone from A.A.,

especially if they're in
the early stages of recovery.

Jerri. We had coffee
and shared a Nanaimo bar.

You really going to fault me for
lending an ear to a new member?

-For being a mentor of sorts?
-No, of course not.

Is Ben going to stay over
again tonight?

I finished this
and I think he'd enjoy it.

-I'll make sure he gets it.
-Rather give it to him myself.

Abigail's trading up.

Chip Crombie's wife
is here to see you.

-Which one?
-Which one?

That woman banned me
from the hospital.

"that woman" is his wife.

No. I am.
Why won't anyone believe me?

Jeanie, we've all known
Chip and Veronica for years

seen them at events, met their son.

Well, look. Look.
I have these photos of us.

I'm a server at the Seaglass Inn.
Chip would ask to sit in my section.

I don't doubt you had a relationship.

Look, a friend of mine texted me
a photo of our marriage certificate.

Okay. Here's what we're going to do.

Ask your friend to get anything that
might prove your relationship,

photos, receipts anything.

Okay, yeah, I can do that.

And right when she does
the death drop,

I turn over and Bowen's sleeping.
During Drag Race!

How does he sleep
with all those engines?

How are we even friends?

Mr. Bianchi just called.

He's stuck in court and wondering
if you can get Nico?

Yeah. Thanks, Winston.

Cecil, I just texted you
a photo of a marriage certificate.

Find out if it's legit.

It's 4:45, Roz and I are going
to see the new Marvel movie.

Better get on it then!

-Hi.
-Hi, Mom!

Hey, kiddo.

Your dad got held up in court,
so my lucky day!

Do you have any snacks?

I don't. Why don't we get a treat
on the way home? I'm starving, too.

-Where's your mask and sword-thing?
-Epée.

Yeah, I knew that.
I was just testing you. You passed.

It's right over there.

Did that just fall from the sky
or did you manifest it?

She gave it to me.

-You must be Abby.
-And you must be Isabelle.

It is so nice to meet you.

Why are you here?

When Frank couldn't reach you,
he asked if I could swing by and--

Well! We're all good. I'm here.
Nico's mother is here.

Do you want any more
banana bread? It's super good.

-Oh, I'm not hungry.
-But you said you were starving.

The feeling passed.

-Well, I'll be going. Bye, Nico.
-Bye, Isabelle.

-So, Isabelle's a big baker, huh?
-Her banana bread's the best.

But still not as good as the stuff
you get.

-She seems nice.
-She's okay.

Just okay?

She works with little kids,
she treats us like we're little kids.

She tried to make us do macaroni art.

Sofia must have torn her head off!

The first time they met, she gave
Sofia this pink-and-white headband,

and Sofia was like,
"Do you think I'm five?"

Poor Isabelle.

And she thinks it's hilarious
when she says,

"I live one province over"
because she lives on Alberta Street.

-Her garden is filled with gnomes.
-Gnomes?

And you should hear her laugh!
She sounds like a donkey in pain.

Okay, let's not make fun
of the poor woman.

She sounds ridiculous!

-And dull perfect for Frank.
-Mother!

Enough about them
What about you and Ben?

-Step up from the baby-faced fireman!
-I don't recall asking you.

It's great for the firm to have
a line to a prosecutor.

-In case we need a favor.
-If it's good for the firm...

-How did you two reconnect?
-I should get to work.

Wait! Your father tells me you're
representing Chip Crombie's mistress.

Pretty sure it's his wife.
There's a marriage certificate.

-Easy enough to forge.
-Which is why it's being verified.

Harry, you have a car service!

Why would I pay for that
when you can drive me for free?

Have a good day.

What? It's 9:05!

I've been here since six,
working on the Bass case.

-And the rest of Dad's files.
-The perks of partnership.

Well, income partnership.

-Morning.
-Hey, Luce.

Looking forward to dinner with you
and Kelly. Thanks for the invite.

What time do you want me there,
and what can I bring?

-Seven. And wine?
-Will do.

I promise I won't raid your fridge
or leave my dishes in the sink,

or tell any inappropriate jokes.

Or any jokes,
because you're not funny.

What? I'm late because I
did everything you asked.

What'd you find out?

The Justice of the Peace on
the marriage certificate

remembers marrying them.
And I went to the registrar's office.

Get a load of this.

Divorce papers. Filed ten days
before Chip married my client.

That's not my signature.
I didn't sign this.

-This document is forged.
-Figured as much.

I think we all know who forged it.
Chip lied to you.

He lied to my client.
He's a bigamist.

If the divorce papers were forged,
the marriage to your client is void.

True, but under Part Five
of the Family Law Act,

a spouse of a void marriage can get
support and division of property.

We will be doing that.

-Wait, what do you mean void?
-This can't be happening.

Oh, God!

Maybe that's enough for one day?

Let's reconvene once we get
an update on his condition.

Your Honor, Mrs. Shirazi offered
to look after Cyra,

and my clients repeatedly showed
their gratitude with vacations,

theater tickets, fancy dinners.
They're heartbroken that

Mrs. Shirazi has caused this rift,
but this was family helping family.

No one ever discussed
financial compensation.

Counsel rests.

Mr. Grigoryan?

I'd like to call Mrs. Shirazi
to the stand.

Can you tell the court
about these "vacations"

they took you on?

They spent their days
in a private cabana on the beach.

I spent my days in the kiddie pool.

They went out for beautiful dinners.

I made ghormeh sabzi
for Cyra and myself.

And how many hours per day?

From 6 a.m. until Cyra went to bed,
around 8:00 at night.

And these dinners
and theater tickets?

Chuck E. Cheese
and The Lion King on repeat.

I know "The Circle of Life"
by heart.

What happened
when Cyra turned two?

They told me
they no longer needed my services.

-And they hired a full-time nanny?
-Yes. Who they pay very well.

Now I hardly ever get to see
my granddaughter,

-except on holidays.
-Objection! Relevance?

None of this matters because there
was no contract.

-I'm just getting there, Your Honor.
-I'll allow it.

Mrs. Shirazi,
was there an agreement?

Yes. I had a verbal agreement
with Farhan.

-Objection! This is unverifiable.
-Overruled. I'd like to hear it.

I remember,
because it was Cyra's first birthday.

I was in the kitchen, cleaning up.

Farhan came in and said,

"When we are in a better position,
all your hard work will be rewarded."

I meant a gift basket or something!

Shame on you!

I would like to request
an adjournment.

Granted. We'll reconvene tomorrow.

She took my comments
completely out of context.

But you confirmed you said it.

You may want to consider
a lowball dollar amount.

She isn't getting a penny. She caused
so much damage to our little girl.

We had to take her to the emergency
room at just 20 months old.

My mother let her make mud pies
in the yard and she let her eat some.

-And Cyra got sick?
-No. But it was a close call.

Was it, though?

She used cheap sunscreen,
even though it had PABA!

-And fed her processed cereals.
-And canned soup!

After we said
she couldn't have refined sugar!

We'd find chocolate wrappers too.

And we said no more than a half-hour
of Odd Squad.

There was the time we came home
and she had let Cyra

draw happy faces all over herself.
With permanent marker.

Jerri, love to chat.
But I have a thing, so.

This is dangerous.
You know that, right?

It was just one night.
He didn't give me his letter sweater.

-He's less than three months sober.
-He didn't even speak last night.

-How do you--
-My people who know people.

Okay, Angela Lansbury.

I appreciate your concern,
but I'm fine.

It's fine!
It's just a little fun, that's all.

Now I really do have to go.

So, you give it a swirl then a sniff.

You can really smell the wet leaves.
I'm getting a hint of paper bag.

This wine came recommended?

Highest-rated Pinot Noir
from the Okanagan.

In case you haven't already guessed,
my brother is a wine snob.

I prefer the term
"sommelier-in-training".

That's what I say on the apps.

-You're dating again?
-Been out once or twice.

-Except they're all so...
-Not Martina?

Don't say it.
I know it's pathetic.

No, it's not.
I mean, we've all been there, right?

I don't have time to date.
Had this couple foisted on me.

Her mother is suing
for retroactive childcare.

Just imagine those family dinners.

My clients insist
she was a terrible caregiver.

-Never listened to their rules.
-Of course, she didn't.

When my mémère used to visit,
she'd spoil me rotten.

Let me stay up late, watch too
much TV, stuff me full of sweets.

Drove my mom crazy.
That's what grandmas are for.

It's their job to break the rules.

That's how it was in my household.
Here, babe.

That went well. Your eggplant
parmesan was delicious.

Good.

-Everything okay?
-It's nothing.

No, say it.

He was here for three hours
and didn't ask a question about you.

-That's just Daniel.
-Just made me a bit sad, that's all.

PHIL STERLING

Why do you think
they wanted to meet with us?

-They must have news about Chip.
-Maybe.

And maybe Chip told them
to offer you a lump-sum payment

to try to bury this,
Stormy Daniels-style.

I wouldn't put anything past
that snake.

Sorry. I keep forgetting
that snake was your husband.

-How's Chip?
-His condition remains the same.

Then why did you insist on meeting?

I had a P.I. do some sniffing
in Sumach Creek.

He chatted with a fella named
Bobby Eldrin.

Bobby, can you tell Jeanie's lawyer
what you told me?

Sure, so I tried to warn Jeanie,
couple days before her wedding

told her I was pretty sure
that Chip fella was still married.

Hey, Jeanie! How's it going?

-You knew Chip was married.
-I--

You have two choices
either you go back to Sumach Creek

and forget all about it, or you'd
better hope you look good in orange,

because I'll have you charged
with conspiracy to commit fraud.

-Be straight with me did you know?
-No!

Bobby tried to warn me, but he's been
asking me out for years.

Comes into the hotel and tries
all these cheesy pick-up lines

"Just come out of the oven?
Because you're hot."

I just thought he was jealous.

Surely, you must have had
your suspicions?

All the time Chip spent in Vancouver?
You must have Googled him.

I'm not on social media, okay?
I come from a small town.

I don't need any more gossip.

You think I'm an idiot.

If you could see the eligible men
where I live,

a catch is a guy
with most of his teeth.

Chip, he'd come by the inn and we'd
have these fascinating conversations.

Were there times I wondered if
he had a mistress in Vancouver? Yes.

But I was his wife.
And he always came back to me.

Wow. Now you're showing up
at my workplace unannounced.

Your receptionist is A.W.O.L.

Well, you're going to have
to stop stalking me.

Just be serious for a moment.

Let's say you know someone's
a bigamist.

And say, hypothetically speaking,

you're representing the second wife
of said bigamist,

how much trouble would she be in

if she'd been warned the guy
was married and turned a blind eye?

Hypothetically speaking?

She could be charged with fraud,
which is a criminal offense.

-All right. Thanks.
-Yeah.

You know, my sponsor thinks
whatever this is, is dangerous.

She's not wrong.

So he really is a bigamist.

He really tried to get away with it.

-Men like Chip think they're smart.
-And above the law.

Why would anyone want
to be married to two people?

One's complicated enough.

Three-way relationships can work.

But not if two of them
don't know they're in one.

Well, I can see how different women
can fulfill different parts of a man.

-But why not just have an affair?
-Right.

"The Harry Svensson School
Marriage Tanking."

The good news is, whether he lives or
dies, his days on the bench are over.

-Hello, Lucy-Goosey!
-Hi, Dad.

I'll take the rest of my lunch
into my office.

Luce, thanks so much for last night.
I had a great time.

-Of course, you did.
-What does that mean?

Can you name one thing
you learned about Kelly?

I learned that she prefers
fresh basil to dried?

It was all about you
the entire night.

I'm your narcissistic supply.

Apparently, Lucy was my narcissistic
supply, so don't feel too special.

-Is your skirt on backwards?
-No. This is the style.

Daniel?
Clark Grigoryan is here to see you.

Clark. We're due in court
in two hours. What's going on?

My client will dismiss her claim
if yours pay her a small,

one-time payment
and let her see her granddaughter.

Why the change of heart?

She misses Cyra
and hates the estrangement

She should have thought of that
before suing.

-That happened before that.
-She still wants money.

She wants to feel valued.

I'll bring it to my clients.

Well, better get back to work.

You've turned into a halfway-decent
lawyer, Clark.

Thank you. You too.

I mean, you're already halfway dec--
You're good, I'd say.

Thank you.

He said, "You've turned
into a halfway-decent lawyer."

-Then Clark said--
-You're not fooling anyone!

-We all know he's your mole.
-Of course Cecile is my mole.

He is a loyal employee. Nobody else
around here tells me anything.

Because you're suspended!

Now I hear you're
settling on the Jagdal file.

-All you do is settle.
-That is not true.

Where is the fight in you?

How the hell can you win
for Sabrina Bass?

Connery's lawyer
is Cordelia Bernstein.

She is a pit-bull in court.
You cannot be a pug.

Clark! See you in court.
Granny's not getting a dime.

What? No!

Mrs. Shirazi.

You love your granddaughter
very much, correct?

Of course.

You spoiled her rotten,
didn't you?

-I suppose I did.
-My mémère did the same thing.

She'd arrive with a suitcase
full of treats for me

indulge my every whim.

I was miserable for weeks
after she left.

-Objection, relevance?
-Sustained.

Mr. Svensson,
let's avoid memory lane.

Forgive me, Your Honor.

Your daughter and son-in-law
had a lot of rules, didn't they?

All parents are overprotective
of their first child.

Sure, but let's be honest,
their rules bordered on ridiculous.

-Did you follow their rules?
-Not always.

If it was raining,
we'd watch my soaps together.

And of course, I gave her sweets!
She loved them so much.

Especially my halva.

You worked for years at a desk job,
right?

Yes. I was an administrative
assistant at an insurance firm.

-And did they have rules?
-Of course.

-Did you follow those?
-It was my job.

Exactly! Just like their nanny
follows theirs like you never did,

because you were not an employee,
you were a grandmother.

If you had been, you would've been
fired on the first week

for your flagrant disregard
for their rules.

I have no further questions,
Your Honor.

That was harsh, Mr. Svensson
but I must agree.

Mrs. Shirazi's claim is
without merit. I'm dismissing it.

Mrs. Shirazi is not entitled
to any compensation.

I do, however, urge both parties
to repair the rift this has caused,

for the sake of the child.

Adjourned.

-That was cold, bro.
-Thank you so much, Mr. Svensson.

-Justice was served.
-I'll be sending my bill.

Don't try paying me in gift baskets.

Hi-hi.

Scrounge up dinner
for yourself tonight,

your father and I are on
Gabby Lipton's yacht.

-Thought you weren't speaking?
-Oh, that was last week.

Poor Veronica. I can't imagine
how she must be feeling.

-Can't you?
-Time to get going, gorgeous.

When your father was
cheating on me with Daniel's mother

I was furious at her.

But then I directed it
at the right person, didn't I?

Do you remember
when I lit your Alfa Romeo on fire?

-All too well.
-Bye-bye!

Wait, honey!

Veronica? Hi.

What's she doing here?

Please, she just wants to see Chip
one last time.

Then she'll head back
to Sumach Creek

You'll never see her again.

I just wanted to say that in spite of
the grief that you've caused,

I pray for your full recovery.

And I'm going to try to hold on to
the good memories

like the beautiful poem that
you wrote for me on our wedding day.

"Her skin, so soft and clean,
her neck, so long and lean.

Her hair, which smells like
apple pie.

She's my special girl not gonna lie."

Veronica? Do you think
you might be directing your anger

at the wrong person?

Wait. When he told me that
he was at a conference in Florida.

Yeah. He was with me in Honolulu.

Oh, my God. Last June,
my diamond earrings went missing.

My birthday's in June!
He gave me them.

Did he write you a poem
about your vagina?

"There's never been one fin-a."

I have good news.
Mr. Crombie has woken up.

Veronica, sweetheart.
Jeanie, sweetheart.

Abigail, sweet--
What?

Oh, Chip. I'm so glad you're alive.

It would've been disappointing
not to be able to tell you,

-I'm leaving you.
-Me too.

You better hire a really good lawyer.

And you can't have this one.

You. This was all you.

Shh, Chip.
Enough of your jibber-jabber.

You're not giving yourself
enough credit.

This was all you.

You were great tonight, babe.
Your right hook.

-Who knew, right?
-I call first shower.

-Maggie?
-Who's this?

Kelly, Lucy girlfriend.

-Could I speak to Lucy?
-She doesn't want you.

Do not attempt to contact her again.

-"There's never been one fine-a."
-No!

"The staggering beauty of your bare,
candy-apple derriere."

Marry me, Chip!

"And you know what is the best,
the twin sisters on your chest."

It was the perfect ending.

It would've been
so much less fun if he died.

What did you guys say?

I don't know.

-Isn't that...
-Yeah.

Hey. I know what you need.

This must be the place.

-Ready?
-Ready.