All language subtitles for The Riches s01e05 The Big Floss.eng

- Previously on The Riches.
- Travellers?

L- I don't think
we know any Travellers.

You know, my buddies up in New York,
they still don't think you people exist.

We're gonna have
ourselves a wedding.

Our boy and your girl.

I am the new boss. He is the old boss.

Get over it.

Life's a river, kid.
You gotta go where it takes you.

Come on!

You're in the wrong lane!
Mick! Look out!

Shit! Stop! Oh, my God! Mick!

I'm sorry.

You wanna pretend
to be the dead guy?

You wanna wear his suits,
and you want me to be his dead wife?

- Doug.
- Hello.

Dougie was looking for work...
as a lawyer.

Ever done in-house?

Panco team,
meet your new legal chief.

That Aubrey's a five-star paralegal.
Wants to be a lawyer too.

School? Who wants to learn
a bunch of buffer bullshit?

School is the cornerstone
ofbuffer society.

- Kids okay?
- Di Di's screwing around on guitar.

Cael must be out
with that neighborhood kid.

The American dream.

We gonna steal it.

- So how do I find you?
- I'll pick you up.

Who followed you?

There he goes, Dale.

Now we ain't gonna
be able to follow him.

Doug. Doug, are you okay?

What are you doin' out here?

Conner.

Came out for some air.

I must have dozed off.

Couldn't sleep.

Stress, huh? Eat raw eggs and run.
That's what I do.

Conner...

I'm a fraud.

It's Edenfalls, Doug.

We're all frauds one way or another.

I gotta run. Class at 9:00.

It's supposed to be quiet!

Asshole.

I cannot understand you, freak.

- Sam, take the turkey.
- Non! Non! Non!

- Why you speakin' French?
- 'Cause he's a freak.

My teacher said I could benefit
from total immersion.

In the pool, maybe. Okay?

You want me to make you
a little sandwich, baby?

- Mom, we got it, okay?
- Baby, I'm gonna be late tonight.

I got this meeting with
Beaufort-Simpson et al.

- Who's Ed Al?
- Don't know yet.

- You kids ready? I gotta go.
- Well, I could find out who he is.

No, I'll be okay on this one, baby.

Oh, well, that's good,
'cause I got a real busy day.

Yeah, haven't you got
that dentist appointment?

Cherien has a dentist appointment.
I don't want to take that.

Well, it's better than doin' nothin'.

You think I got nothin' to do?

- No, I didn't-
- Y'all think I have nothin' to do?

Oh, well, hell, you know,
maybe I should just get a job.

Baby, you've got a job.
You're the housewife. You do it very well.

- Come on, Pierre.
- Bye, Mom.

Why don't you unpack
those boxes in the garage?

Comin', Dad?

A housewife. I'm no housewife.

Housewife.

Now what is that?

That is ugly, what that is.

Oh, hi.

Is all that for me? 'Cause we're new here.

So that'd be a lot of stuff. Unless it was
piling up, which it might have been...

'cause people send
a lot ofjunk mail, don't they?

Hello, Mr. Butternuts.

You like your job?

I don't have a job.

I'm just a lonely housewife, all alone.

I was in the slammer once.

Did you hear that?

I was in prison.

I was in the women's prison! Hmm.

Yeah, don't be so friendly next time.

Chatty Cathy will clip your strings.

Bitch.

Oh, my God, I'm goin' crazy.

- Mr. Rich.
- Good morning, Aubrey.

- Mr. Rich, the Beaufort-Simpson meeting-
- I'm gonna stop you right there.

- We've been working together for a while now.
- Four days.

I think you should call me Wayne.
No, Doug. Doug's better.

- Doug, the Beaufort-Simpson meeting's
been moved up an hour. - Fabulous.

Before that, we should probably cover
the Fallbrook Irrigation District v. Bradley...

ingress-egress over
easement entitlements...

and the backup on legal
takings under the Fifth.

Fabulous.

Laptops, cell phones, iPods.

We could be in some good koosh here.

Well, forget it, Cael.
We're buffers now.

Please. Dad can spout
that as long as he likes.

You know we ain't never
gonna be like them.

Think you should answer that, Cael?

- I know it's Tammy.
- Go play with your buffer friends.

Yeah, maybe I will.

Aw, him? Aww.

Got yourself a buffer boyfriend.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, at least he answers the phone.

Now, you want your, uh,
Mockingbird paper, dummy?

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Cael, Eric. Eric, Cael.
- How you doin'?

Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- It's cool.

I wouldn't talk to
my sister's friends, either.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- Forgot your geometry homework.
- One second.

- Man, he is so cute.
- You're such a dick.

- What's up, dude?
- Hey.

Listen, a bunch of us are going to
the Pierre Lachaise Friday night.

It's a bar on Lemoyne,
south of, uh, town from here.

Bar? What's gettin' you in,
your good looks?

Yeah, nice. It's a fake I.D.

You call this a fake I. D?

Private property is
seized from criminals.

Aubrey.

Aubrey?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm, yeah.

- No, it's-
- Okay, right here.

- Aubrey!
- Yes, Mr. - Doug.

Aubrey, Panco didn't seize
this land from criminals, did we?

- I don't believe so.
- No, of course not.

We seized it from honest, law-abiding,
poverty-stricken, semi-homeless people.

Yes.

- And then we-
- Built three mini-malls and a skating rink.

- A skating rink?
- Hugh's wife of the time-

number three, I believe-
used to be with the Ice Capades.

Wonderful. So following up on that,
and for your own instructional purposes...

why don't you tell me
in 25 words or less...

how you would defend Panco in this case.

We paid them just compensation.

They don't seem to agree.

We've brought in new jobs.

Property values in the area
have gone up 85%.

Yes.

We made money, not only for ourselves,
but also for the people...

who, without us, would be nowhere.

Actually, that's where
they are right now.

Oh, whatever. It's our accomplishment,
and they should be grateful.

Aubrey, you're brilliant.
You're a godsend. You're-

- The wind beneath your wings?
- No, not quite that.

- Wayne?
- Dahlia.

- Doug.
- Cherien. Aubrey.

How do you do? I'm Mrs. Doug Rich...

of Mr. And Mrs. Doug Rich.

- He is the Mister and I am the-
- The Cherien.

Uh, could you excuse us a moment?

You do know that Dudzik, Hiltzik and Strauss
will be here at quarter to?

- The composers?
- The attorneys for Beaufort-Simpson.

Of course, right.

- Dahlia, what are you doing here?
- I brought you lunch.

Isn't that what every good little
housewife's supposed to do?

Turkey, Jell-O, Pop-Tarts.

- Okay, I get the point.
- No, you don't. I do not want to do this.

Okay, then don't.

Screw you!

I'm wasting my time sittin' around
in that big old stupid house.

There are things that I could do.

- Entrepreneur Review?
- You always want us to be legit, right?

I could start a Billy Bob Barbecue franchise.
I could sell vitamins from home.

You know, start a hedge fund.

- All wonderful ideas.
- No, Wayne. They are shit ideas.

All shit ideas then.
This is really not a good time.

I got a really big
eminent domain meeting.

- What?
- Eminent domain.

It's how you steal people's property
because you want to.

That's what you're doin' here?

If that's what you're doin', then what
do we have to stop being Travellers for?

- I know this is hard for you.
- No, don't you tell me what is hard for me.

I have a lot of work right now.
Hugh is expecting me to be a lawyer.

Oh, well, I wouldn't want to get in the way
of what Hugh wants you to do.

- Dahlia-
- Okay.

I'll just go take my dentist appointment.

Matter of fact, I think
I do feel a toothache comin' on.

- Yeah, I do.
- Dahlia-

It's Cherien.

You want me to be somebody different,
better get my name right.

You brought him lunch?

Yeah, I'm good at that.

I'm guessin' you're good
at a lot of things.

You know, I could use someone
like that around here.

I'll bet you could.

Have a nice day, Hugh.

Mmm.

Uh, can I help you?

Uh, oh, I don't know.

- Um, no. L-
- Do you have an appointment?

Oh...

yeah.

Mrs. Rich.

- Rich?
- Yeah.

Cherien Rich?

Yeah.

Well, we have so been lookin'
forward to meetin' you.

Uh, Dr. Dibadeaux won't be long.

Come this way. My name is Lorraine.

Mrs. Rich. Isaac Dibadeaux.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry to have to wait in here.
I had someone in my office.

- You don't need to lie back.
- I don't?

- No.
- Okay. Ohh!

I'm sorry. Um, I'm an idiot.

No, I've seen it happen many times.

So sorry Mr. Strauss
couldn't be here today.

- There is no Strauss.
- He's dead to us.

Good. Uh, well, it must be clear to
your client, Beaufort-Simpson-

Clients. Beaufort-Simpson et al.

Bunch of damn freeloaders pissin' in the gutter,
holdin' up a tin can at every stoplight.

- "I'm a homeless Vietnam vet. Please help. "
- Are they actually?

Well, back to your point, Doug.

Uh, trained at, uh,
University of Florida, huh?

University of Florida.

Hmm. It's a big school.

Yeah, it's large. Quite large.

- But good.
- Yeah.

Well, it must be clear to your clients,
Beaufort-Simpson and Al...

that they have receivedjust and adequate
compensation for their properties.

- Practically gave 'em my right nut.
- Your left and we'll settle.

- You lousy piece of shit-
- Gentlemen. Gentlemen, please.

Clearly, you were very
well liked in, uh, Tampa.

Yeah. Y-Yes, I was.

You know, your credentials,
experience, references-

interview seems hardly necessary.

- Interview?
- Yeah.

What, like a job interview?

Yeah, that's- that's what
you're here for, isn't it?

Yeah.

- You know, as Vietnam vets-
- They aren't... Vietnam vets.

- Thank you, Aubrey.
- You're welcome, Mr. Rich.

Wayne. Doug.

But if they were
to become Vietnam vets...

if we went back in...

they would realize that
eminent domain is a powerful tool...

that has developed
this country all the way up to here.

And it has created military installations,
highways, byways...

airports, Guantánamo Bays.

- You bulldozed their homes.
- Hovels is more like it.

I don't see any byways
next to your skating rink.

- No, but we're gonna build one.
- A byway?

Oh, screw your goddamn byways.
Haven't you read Calder v. Bull?

Yeah. Yeah, have you read
Hester v. Strapling?

Have you read Monkey v. Chestnut?

Jiggle v. Craphausen?

Roaster v. Blowme?

Ratzen v. Katzen?

- He's insane.
- Doug?

Have you forgotten that the bright-line rule
applies to this case?

- No.
- Mr. Rich, what about the Fifth Amendment's takings clause?

Or do you think our clients were in the position
to purchase allodial title to their land?

- Allodial?
- How do you ignore Justice O'Connor...

in Hawaii Housing Authority v. Midkiff?

Or Thurgood Marshall on Loretto v.
Teleprompter Manhattan C.A. T. V. Corp?

- Berman v. Parker?
- Village of Euclid v. Adler Realty?

Of course in the end, it all comes down to
Ruckelshaus v. Monsanto, doesn't it?

- Well, Mr. Rich, doesn't it?
- Hell, no.

Doesn't boil down to that
at all, does it, Doug?

Doug? Doug?

Is he dead?

- Narcolepsy?
- Totally freak case, Hugh. I don't know where it came from.

Though my grandmother had it. You know,
she once went right out, right in a cake.

But it's not hereditary, so I-
I don't know what that is.

But, uh, never happen again,
I promise.

If it does, don't bother wakin' up.

I'll get my files later.

- Where's the beer?
- Beats me.

- I don't know.
- Where's the beer? There was beer here. Did you drink it?

- No.
- No.

- Did you drink it?
- I don't even like your beer!

- Hi. Where's Sam?
- He's at his French study group right now.

- Our children are drinking the beer.
- So?

- Well- - Oh,
my God. - What?

- Dad had to pull a sleeper.
- Thank you, Cael.

It happened. I'm not proud of it.
We can move on now.

Uh, so the rest of us
have to go straight.

Meanwhile, you're pulling
the lamest of the lame?

Okay, that's enough.
It's not that big of a deal.

- Di, he had to pull a sleeper.
- So what?

It's like Dad always taught us,
you know. If all else fails...

- you close your eyes, you put your head down.
- Anyone call you on it?

Shit, Wayne, I mean,
you could blow it for everyone.

You think you're gonna get fired?

- We can make money some other way, guys.
- Yeah, well, that's great...

'cause he couldn't
handle the lawyer thing...

- and now we're even more screwed than we
would have- - Enough! Enough, all of you.

- Kids are trying to be helpful.
- Yeah, well, it's not helping me.

- Look, come on- - Look, if he gets
fired, we have nowhere to go, okay?

- You're upsetting him.
- Look, if we have nowhere to go-

Okay, would you settle down!

Everybody's gonna be fine, and we're gonna
have money, because I got a job today.

- Ajob?
- As what?

As a well-trained, well-liked,
board-certified dental hygienist.

You know, if you put that on your head,
it might make your headache go away faster.

How do I look?

- I must say, there's something about a woman in uniform.
- I know.

You know, I never thought I was gonna
get excited by looking in people's mouths...

but I really think
I can do this, Wayne.

You know, I really do.

And I can do the lawyer thing.

Oh, I know you can, baby.

No, don't just say that.
Don't just humor me.

Tomorrow I will get on top of this.
I'll figure it out.

Are you asking me if still believe in you?
'Cause you know I do.

I think this calls for
a little dental hygienist sex.

The only thing I remember
about the dentist is a world of hurt.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

- Oh, baby.
- What?

- Can't.
- Why?

- Headache.
- Oh.

Well, okay. Clean your teeth.

- Come on. Come on.
- Oh, this is not sexy at all.

You only get one set.

Ahh.

- Are you gonna do anything?
- Sure.

I sure am.

Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Uh, you just be quiet there, Junior.

- Is that your real name, Junior?
- Course it's my real name.

And are these your real teeth?

- Yeah, they're my real teeth.
- Um, just checkin'.

It's my job.

Okay, comin' in.

Shouldn't you turn it on?

You're one of those that thinks
it's only workin' if it hurts.

How's that? Like that?
Oh, you like that, huh?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, you want more?

- Uh-huh.
- You want a little more?

- Uh-huh.
- Little more than that?

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
- How's that?

- Ow!
- Bad, bad boy, Junior.

Oh, you like that.

You dirty, dirty little man.

Moo goo gai pan.

Moo goo gai pan. Moo goo gai pan.
Moo goo gai pan.

Moo goo gai pan.

If you say it often enough,
doesn't sound right.

By the way, Doug,
the name "Wayne"...

is there anything
you want to tell me?

- It's, um, a nickname.
- Oh.

You mean like
William-Billy, Joseph-Joey...

Doug-Wayne?

Yeah.

Where's my new Beaufort-Simpson strategy?

Almost got it, Hugh.
Got Aubrey looking into those lawyers...

- see if she can find any-
- Uh, re- irregularities.

Aubrey is a paralegal, Doug...

draggin' her ass through the second year
of community night school...

and from what I understand, she's from
a somewhat disadvantaged, absent father...

crackhead mom, no money,
broken home kind of background.

So my guess is her undergraduate bona fides
ain't so hot either. Where'd you go, gal? State?

- Yes.
- Thought so.

Good night.

By the way, Doug...

you got 48 hours.

- Dr. Dibadeaux.
- Please, it's Isaac.

Okay, I-

I just wanted to thank you-

I just wanted to thank you
for hiring me.

Good first day, huh?

Yeah, uh, it was interesting.
Different.

You're not a great hygienist, are you?

But I like you.

You do?

I'm gonna get better.

I mean, gonna get more comfortable
with the patients and instruments.

Are you okay?

Oh. Oh, you ain't.

I'm grieving, Cherien.

This is grief.

My wife passed away two months ago.

So much effort building a practice.

Working long hours. Saturdays.

Ruth hated that.

I told her I had to...

that it was important, you know.

All that time.

Well, I'm sure it was important.

She was in pain, so people
say it was a blessing.

They tell me it gets better with time.

Well, if you hurt, you hurt.

And those people, what do they know?

Ain't no blessing.

You're here alone now, ain't you?

That's just the facts of it.

And time?

What, you just gonna forget her?

No.

You've been alone, haven't you?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't do this.

Go along. I'll see you tomorrow.

You didn't even want to
give the exercise a try?

- All I need is coffee.
- If you say so.

Hey, listen. I can't stay.
I gotta run. I got a class at 9:00.

- L.S. U?
- No.

Deansborough. Guest lecturer.

They don't pay much, but I like it.

The students are smart, they know
what they're talking about...

- and they're not afraid to give it to you.
- Give what to you?

Their thoughts, their answers,
their participation.

Answers?

- No, Cael, just stop.
- Come on, Di.

You have him over for dinner,
he meets the parents.

- Isn't that what buffers do?
- Don't you have to run away or something?

- Cael, I want you to do something for me.
- Di's got herself a boyfriend.

- She's too nervous to ask if he can come over for dinner.
- Jesus, Cael.

- Oh, sure. Bring him along.
- Dad, no. I don't want to do that. I feel uncomfortable.

Bring him along. We'll have a party.
Cael, I want you to get on the Internet...

and find out everything you can
about Deansborough University.

No can do.
I'm gonna be late for school.

I don't care. Do it.
I'll write you a note.

Take that and rinse real good.

Now, my name is Doug Rich.

And I am your guest
lecturer for today.

My specialty is attorney-client relations.

So I will be teaching you
how to speak to your clients.

First clue, speak English.

Always helps.

Now, we have a test case here,
which is, uh...

Roquefort-Plimpton et al v. Blatco.

So for the purposes of this, you have to
imagine I know nothing about the law.

Really nothing.

If I like your responses, we have cookies.
Any questions?

That was rhetorical.

Economic rejuvenation is a justifiable
public use to exercise eminent domain.

- And in English, that would be?
- That was English.

Mmm, big-word English. No cookie.

What he means is just
making money's enough...

to allow the fat cats to take
the little cats' houses.

Good answer. One for Ms. Cardillo.

But that's not enough or
Roquefort-Plimpton wouldn't have a case.

Not a good answer. Cookie back.

- They don't have a case.
- One for Mr. Seifert.

I don't agree. They do have a case.

- Because? - The mini-mall's a
wash. The skating rink's ambiguous.

The economic rejuvenation must be a public
benefit, and that benefit must be clearly defined.

So to a client you would say?

Blatco needs to specify what the public's
getting out of that skating rink.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Cookie.

Cookie.

Cookie to you. Hey.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hey. What's goin' on?

Uh, this is Brent.

Hi, Mrs. Rich.

Oh, you can just leave it at "Hi. "
I don't like that "Mrs. " too much.

- What you got goin' on?
- Little prank.

It's nothin' big. It's lit-
It's no big deal. It's little.

- It's little?
- It's little.

All right, you make sure it stays that way,
cupcake. I'm goin' upstairs to change.

- What you lookin' at?
- Oh- Nothin'.

Nothin' at all.

Well done. Thank you.
You are all very intelligent. Don't do crack.

Ms. Cardillo, the last one.
One for the road.

Thank you.

Huh! Oy.

- Yeah?
- You've got...

crap taste in beer, Wayne Malloy,
you slime-suckin' piece of shit.

You're always working now,
aren't you, Wayne?

What?

You ever think about time?

About what you're doin' with it?

Dahlia, what are you talking about?

Ginny Dannegan,
what a pleasure it is to see you again.

That was real nice, drinkin' all that beer
with that baby in your belly.

Yeah, enjoyed the Pop-Tarts too.

Listen, you come
in my house again...

- I will shove those Pop-Tarts so far up your ass.
- Come on.

Hey, uh, how's little Sammy
enjoying his French lessons?

Kinda goes along with the rest
of his personality, don't it?

- How do you know about Sam?
- Oh, I know everything about all of you.

When you work, when you sleep,
who brushed their teeth, who don't.

- You touch my kids-
- Oh, you spit on yourself.

I'm gonna kill you!
You little bitch!

- Leave her- Leave her- Enough!
- And you, keep your paws off me!

You think this fancy suit
can cover up what you are?

What exactly might that be?

Disrespecting our lives, stealin' money
from your own family, foregoing the code.

"The hand of one is the hand of all. "
You forget about that?

- We didn't forget nothin'.
- No. You being here is such a wonderful reminder of that.

My being here means you're
a dead man, Wayne Malloy.

I think Dale would be mighty
interested in your address.

Course, I haven't
given it to him... yet.

What do you want, Ginny Dannegan?

Sorry to interrupt. Gotta talk to my son, Cael.
Somethin' awful has happened.

Don't mind us.
Stay seated or standing. Whatever.

His little dog got killed, was run over
by a big ol' 16-wheeler.

Tragic accident. Heartbreaking.

Gotta tell him now, 'cause you can't
come home to that kind of news.

Thank you so much for
your understanding. Thank you.

- She said she followed you home the other night from some diner?
- Look, stop!

If you hadn't brought us here in the first place,
none of this would have happened.

Oh, shut up.
I'm cryin' into my beer now, Cael.

He's just tryin' to
give you a decent life.

A decent life? We had a decent life.

We had a decent life in the R.V.
We were doin' fine.

You let her find us. What did
I always tell you? "Don't get caught. "

Only shithead Travellers
get caught, Cael.

You are in the shithead box right now.

- How could you break a cardinal rule?
- I'm sorry.

You know what we've had to do? Do you
know what you have opened us up to?

'Cause that could have been Dale.
Hell, it could still be Dale.

And I think you know that
he wants to kill your dad.

I said I'm sorry. Okay, I am.
I'm sorry. What do you want?

Oh, I want that I didn't raise
a son so goddamn stupid.

It's too late for that, though, huh?

Everything was simpler in the R.V.

You miss it, don't you?

Yeah.

- You want my stash?
- How much you got?

- Ten, 11, 12, 13.
- Thirteen.

Jesus, Ken. You've been saving it up since
you been about what, five?

Doesn't matter. You're my sister,
and I want you to have it.

So you gonna take it?

Yeah, Ken. Put the money in the bag
and then put the bag in the car.

This thing work?

Oh, Lorraine.

They're saying some
awful things, Cherien.

But I don't believe 'em.

I think it must have been a-
a heart attack or- or...

maybe a stroke.

Did they work on him?
Did they, you know, zap him?

Heart attack or a stroke.

Oh, shit, Dr. Dibadeaux.

Isaac.

Man, I'm so sorry about your wife.

I know how you felt.

I know what it is to miss people.

No. No, I don't think our clients
would find that remotely acceptable.

Increased compensation is
what they are looking for.

When we get to court,
I don't think the judge is gonna be-

Oh, I don't think we'll be going to court.

Because you guys are nothing
but a pair of crackers.

Even you, and you're black.

Now Aubrey here,
who is an excellent paralegal...

has discovered that you guys are not only
waiting for a percentage of a settlement...

but that you're also on a retainer.

I think you're bleeding your clients.

If it isn't bad enough that they've
got their homes stolen by this asshole...

you guys are draining the rest
of their income on a bogus lawsuit.

- Damn right. And I might add that-
- Shut up, Hugh.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they
took you to court for misrepresentation...

negligence, dereliction of duty.

- Malfeasance.
- Him too.

- Won't fly, Mr. Rich.
- Our clients are fully informed.

And they fully accept our contract.

Well, how accepting will they be when
they're spending every day in court...

instead of taking their kids...

to the Ducaine Boys and Girls
Community Skating Rink?

- What?
- A clearly defined public asset...

often skated in
by Mr. Eminent Domain.

If I haven't told you this before...

I love it when you call me an asshole.

Dahlia, what are you doing here?

Hugh offered me a job.
L- I'm gonna take him up on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby.
You've got a job.

- No, I quit.
- Something happen?

Uh, yeah. L-I want to work for Hugh.

I don't know what Hugh said,
but he is full of crap.

Wayne, come on.
Let me out of the office.

Dahlia, I don't think this is a good idea.

What do you think is
a good idea, Wayne? Huh?

You think being a fancy lawyer
is a good idea?

Me cleaning people's teeth?
Is that why we quit being Travellers?

Don't blow this, Dahlia.

The dentist guy, he likes you.
You said it yourself.

Well... the dentist guy is dead.

He's lying on the floor right now
with a bottle of pills in his hand.

All he wanted was his wife,
and she died.

And time, and that ran out.

Don't you get it?

Life is shit, Wayne.

And it hurts.

And it tears at us.

And we can't change it.

All you can do is be together.

We are together.

We are not.

Just like we weren't together
when I was away. Hmm?

Were you better without me then? Huh?

- Were you?
- No.

But you're better without me now.

I lived without you for two years...

but I'm not better without you.

I don't want to be. I don't.

Neither do I.

It's very excellent pizza, Mrs. Rich.

You've picked a good night.

Not really.

What Mrs. Rich means is
she would have cooked a lovely meal-

Yeah, if I'd known you were comin'.

- Look, if no one else is gonna get it-
- I'll go.

- Do you like anchovies?
- No way. Never.

- Me neither.
- Shut up, Sam.

Well, look who it is.

- Hi, everybody.
- Oh, shit.

Dahlia. Di Di.

Cael. Sam.

Who's that?

That would be Eric.

- Di's boyfriend.
- Who is that?

- This would be Ken.
- Di Di's fiance.

What?

So, Ken, got any bags?

- What?
- Yeah.

Uh, I left it on the front step.

Allow me.

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