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Let's go home, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey.

Oh. Where have you been?

I've... been around.

Hmm, just not here.

I was starting to take it personally.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey. I ran into Frank

from the big and tall store.

He got your wool you ordered online.

Oh, great.

Hi, dear.

You order a lot of stuff

off the Internet?

Oh, yeah, practically everything.

She saves a fortune on sales tax.

Go ahead. Tell him your idea.

Oh, right. Uh, I'm thinking of starting a Web site

for the store.

DonnaMartinOriginals.com.

Cool California clothes made available

with the click of a mouse.

You know, if you're really serious,

I know a great Web designer.

Oh, yeah.

Here... name,

number.

And by the way, you're too perfect.

Hey, I'm going to get some coffee,

and we're out of here.

And give her that. Right. See you tomorrow.

So you two are good?

Uh, yeah... you know.

Well, when you stopped coming by.

I didn't stop coming by, Donna.

I've just been trying to

keep a respectful distance.

From what?

Well...

Camille's still a little weird about us.

You know that's ridiculous.

That's what I keep telling her,

but for some reason, she doesn't believe me.

Here you go.

Listen, I got to go.

Bye.

- I know what's going on. - You do?

Why you've been so distant lately.

- We should talk about it. - Yeah.

I-I've wanted to talk to you for a long time,

but I didn't know how you would react.

How I'd react?

I should have told you the truth right away.

The truth about what?

Your car.

What about my car?

You don't know?

Know what?

- While you were away... - Yeah?

I borrowed it, and I kind of

sideswiped a parked car.

Um, but... you know, there's just a big dent

on the... on the passenger side, but I got a damage estimate.

I know how things are for you right now.

Listen to me. Are you okay?

- Yeah. - Then, that's all that matters.

Yeah, but your car...

Who cares? It has a few scratches.

So what? Big deal.

Who doesn't?

Mmm.

What was that for?

Mmm, for being so smart

and kind and understanding.

If you didn't know about your car,

then why have you been acting so weird lately?

You know, work, money, the usual crunch.

Everything is going to be okay.

Yeah, I hope so.

It is. I promise.

Kelly, I, um... I should probably tell you, uh...

Shh.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Sitting in her room ♪

♪ Looking out at the rain ♪

♪ Wishing she wasn't just some small town girl ♪

♪ And things just stayed the same ♪

♪ She's so determined ♪

♪ To make herself a name ♪

♪ Maybe ♪

♪ She'll find her way ♪

♪ And maybe ♪

♪ She'll find her way... ♪

Aw, look. Isn't she soft?

- She's fluffy. That's how she got her name. - Oh.

You want to say bye to our new neighbors?

Say, "Bye-bye, Maddy. See you at the Easter egg hunt."

Heel! Heel!

We're dog-sitting.

Georgia belongs to Janet's parents.

Disciplinarians, they're not, honey.

Well, thank you so much for having us over.

- Oh, yeah. - I think Otto over there

is Maddy's very first crush.

Oh! Ooh!

Hey, you sure we can't tempt you to stay

with a mimosa, Bloody Mary?

Well, thanks. That is awfully tempting, but...

we have an early deadline.

Not at the Chronicle. The editor,

Oz Elliot, is an old family friend.

Booth's father won two Pulitzers reporting for the Times.

So, tell us, what are you working on?

Celebrity nose jobs.

Oh, you know what, that reminds me.

I forgot to show you the before and after photos.

Uh, we run the Beverly Beat.

The tabloid.

We like to think of it as a niche publication.

I'm sure you do.

Honey, um, I think Otto's a little hungry.

So, um, thanks for coming.

Bye-bye.

Ellen. Hey.

Ellen.

Hey.

You okay?

I-I can't do this.

No, you're just nervous.

It's your first day. It's okay.

He's gonna hate me.

Oh, no, he's not gonna hate you.

You're doing this guy a big favor.

Hey.

He needs you.

Oh, he needs me.

Yeah, he needs you.

It's a real job.

You know, no more temp work.

I know you hate that.

Why are you doing this for me?

'Cause I want to.

Well, there's a lot of pressure in that,

you know? I-I mean,

not wanting to let you down, Noah.

I'm not good with pressure.

It's going to be okay.

Really is.

- Come on, let me drive you. - Why?

So I don't veer into the nearest bar?

Yeah.

That, and to remind you how special you are.

'Cause you are.

It's going to be all right.

All right, come on.

Thank you.

You know what?

I want us to start planning our wedding.

Okay.

No, I'm serious.

The way you dealt with me smashing up your car

reminded me of how lucky I am to have you,

and I want to get married before you realize

how much better you could do.

Believe me, I am the lucky one.

Mmm.

Handsome attorney who's not a dog.

You could have any girl you want.

Weren't we talking about the wedding?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, what's going on?

Nothing.

We were just talking about where we're going to get married.

I think it should be in a church.

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Definitely in a church.

I mean, they got all that religious stuff, and, uh,

there's a... there's a confessional

halfway down the aisle. It's a good idea.

You would think of that.

I think you guys will be very happy.

I'll see you later.

It's simple.

People log on the Internet, view your stuff,

point and click.

It's like catalog shopping.

Yeah, but much more personalized.

Say someone orders a dress.

Any time they log on again, they get sales information

on that particular line.

You can track that?

If someone logs on three times

but doesn't order anything,

they automatically get a sales incentive

when they log on again.

Well, that sounds great once they log on,

but everyone sells their stuff on the Internet.

How are people supposed to find us?

They can search for you on their own,

or you can advertise.

- How expensive is that? - It varies.

I mean, you could spend $35,000 a month

for a banner ad on a good search engine.

- Or? - Or... there's a little less...

$1,500 a month for space on a smaller Web site.

The more you pay,

the more hits you are guaranteed.

And if the advertising succeeds,

then we have to be able to deliver the product.

Which means paying for manufacturing,

shipping, storage...

Okay, but not before we have any orders.

Yeah, of course, before.

If some girl orders a prom dress

and it arrives three weeks after the prom,

- then we're through. - Donna,

offline... you sell to women in Beverly Hills;

online...

You sell to the world.

If they find us.

If we pay for them to find us.

If we pay to make the clothes that they might not even buy.

- It's so speculative. - Which is why you shouldn't put up

any of your own money.

Luckily, people are dying

to get in on a good Internet investment.

Well, if I'm not willing to invest myself,

I can't ask other people to invest for me.

Everybody does that.

Well, not me.

I'm sorry for your trouble, Mitch.

It's... just, I think the Internet revolution's gonna have

to go on without me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Booth Gunderson is obnoxious.

Why? Because he doesn't like tabloids?

You don't like tabloids.

Yes, but I have a constructively critical attitude.

Calling your husband's ideas moronic is not constructive.

Wives can call their husbands morons.

Neighbors cannot.

Besides, I can't believe you're defending him.

I don't like him any more than you do.

But, in case you forgot, his daughter

- goes to Carlthorp. - So?

So... it's a school we might want Maddy to go to one day.

Yeah, like, in six years.

Do you know how hard it is to get into a good private school?

Booth's on the board of directors;

he could push it right through.

Which is why, no matter what happens,

we stay on his good side.

- What?! - What is in her mouth?

Oh, my God!

It's Fluffy!

She killed the neighbors' rabbit.

Along with Madeline's chances

of getting into a good school.

Give me that.

Give, give.

Hey, Dylan, can I talk to you?

Yeah.

All right, I have a business proposition.

You and everyone else.

For an Internet company I'm thinking about starting.

My office, ten minutes.

Great.

Thanks.

Hey.

You a baseball fan? I know a guy

who's got some Dodger tickets tomorrow night.

I figure, you know, we go, have a good time.

Nah, I'll pass.

Little early for you, isn't it?

What, this?

Water.

Mmm.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

No, I'm not.

You know, she'll leave me

if I tell her I slept with someone else.

You don't know that.

You're saying she won't?

No.

What should I do?

I can't tell you what to do.

What would you do?

You're not me.

You wouldn't tell her, would you?

Never.

Okay, so it's not the church I grew up in,

but a lot of people say

that this minister is fantastic.

Seemed cold.

Yeah, well, it was empty.

It just needs some flowers.

Yeah.

I think we should at least meet with him.

Don't you think getting married by someone neither of us knows

is kind of impersonal?

Mmm... hey, what about that judge you clerked for?

What was his name?

Judge Sinclair?

Yeah, Judge Sinclair.

What about him?

I mean, he could perform the vows

wherever we have the ceremony.

Mmm, I don't know.

I think he would be great.

You're always talking about how thoughtful he is

and how honest.

I don't know. He's a busy man.

Wouldn't hurt to ask.

I just don't think he'd do it.

What is going on?

Nothing. I just don't want to inconvenience him.

I don't think that he would see our wedding as an inconvenience.

All right, whatever. Can we just think of someone else?

I know you have a lot on your mind,

but planning our wedding should be a joy.

And if your work or whatever it is

that's making you so distant...

My work. It's my work.

If it's keeping you from enjoying this,

then you need to deal with it.

What did you think of Mitch?

Uh, Mitch was great.

His ideas were terrifying.

So, what, you're not gonna do it?

Did you see that woman that was in here?

Well, she came in, she looked around,

she found a dress she liked, and she bought it.

That works for me.

You're in the Stone Age, you realize that?

Thanks.

But at least I'm turning a profit.

I want to keep it that way.

Camille's so much better at this pitch than me.

- Uh, where is she? - I don't know.

She went to lunch, like, four hours ago.

And here she comes.

Perfect. You're both here.

Maybe you should tell them.

- Uh... - I think you're really gonna love this.

I'm in.

You're in what?

DonnaMartinOriginals.com.

He's gonna invest.

You know, I've heard a lot of ideas lately,

but hers was, uh, pretty good.

Hers?

Oh, mine, yours, whatever.

We've been brainstorming all afternoon.

Well, I'm sorry, but like I told Camille,

I'm really not comfortable with people investing right now.

Listen, Donna, come here.

You and I... we'll go out to dinner, and we'll talk about it.

And if you still feel like it's something

you don't want to do, then we won't, okay?

Fine. Sounds fair.

Weren't we supposed to be having lunch today?

Oh, David, I'm so sorry.

I totally forgot.

But isn't this exciting?

Yeah, yeah, it is.

It's... it's great.

Okay, so what's the deal?

Dinner? I'm coming?

- And we'll talk about it. - Okay.

The Gundersons haven't been in their yard all afternoon.

Oh, that's a load off.

Beat it, rabbit breath.

Honey.

Have you been in a tree?

Yeah, briefly.

Gives me a better view into the neighbors' backyard.

Okay, we're telling them the truth.

That their beloved bunny was savagely murdered?

How can you be so cruel?

Still in full suck-up mode, I see.

It's called being child-centered, okay?

Those kids loved Fluffy.

Kids deal with death all the time.

Have you seen Bambi recently?

Oh, thank you, thank you!

That's it, that's it!

The Petersons have a Rottweiler.

We take the rabbit, and we throw it

into their yard, and blame it on them!

Steve.

What, what?! I need time to think!

This is terrible! God!

Do you think maybe we could take the überdog to the pound

while I'm thinking about this, please?

Watch it.

I'm the one who picked Georgia out

at the pet store.

We've had her since I was 15.

Huh?

That's it.

What?

You are a genius. Come with me.

- Where are we going? - We're going to secure

our daughter's educational future!

Come on!

That's it. Advertising,

Web site design production. That's my pitch.

This could be huge.

Or not.

How many times have you

begged department stores to sell your stuff

because you wanted a bigger market?

This gives you one.

Maybe.

Weren't you loving this idea earlier today?

Yeah.

Now I see more reasons to be... cautious.

You have a big decision to make.

I'll let you make it.

Would you excuse me, please?

It's your call, Don, but, uh...

if I were you, I'd probably do it.

You know this is all your fault.

Hey, I'm just the messenger.

Well, if your pitch hadn't been so effective,

this might be easier to walk away from.

Thanks, I think.

You're just... you're very persuasive.

- Really? - Yeah.

Can I persuade you to have dinner with me tomorrow?

That's why you're in such a bad mood?

Because I went to Dylan?

No! It's not that you went to Dylan.

It's that you went to anyone after Donna asked you not to.

I only own a small piece of the store,

but I do deserve some say.

Some, Camille, some.

Not all. I...

Donna and I disagree, and you side with her.

Why am I not surprised?

Everything good?

Dylan, could you give us a minute, please?

Hey, what did Donna say?

Uh, she's in there thinking about it.

I'm, uh... I'm going.

Yeah?

I'm coming.

Hi.

Did I wake you?

No.

What time is it?

I, uh... I don't know.

Oh, this was a bad idea.

Hey, hey, wait. Uh, come on in.

I-I was... I was just getting ready to order some coffee.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

You want to send up some coffee, please, for two?

Thanks.

I want to keep my private life private.

So why are you here?

Did anything happen when you and Matt went away?

Went riding, you know.

We camped out, met some fellow travelers.

No big deal.

I mean, did anything happen with Matt?

I know what you mean.

And?

No. Nothing happened.

That was a little quick.

It's because nothing happened.

Okay.

Listen, just... go on back to Matt.

He's the one you're gonna be...

disgustingly happy with.

Thanks.

Yeah.

You annoy me.

That's right, I'm talking to you.

Seven pet shops, not one black spotted bunny to be found.

Shoe polish doesn't work, paint looks ridiculous.

Are you listening to me?

Were you in the tree again this morning?

- Yeah. - Then I'm not listening.

We really just need to tell them the truth, okay?

Hair dye.

What?

Watch the rabbit.

- Where you going? - I'm going to the drugstore.

Do you need anything?

Honey, we should probably just talk about this, okay?

And we will, in great detail.

Just as soon as I bring Fluffy back from the dead.

Morning.

- Hey. - Oh, uh...

Pastor Talbert and two catering companies called.

They wanted to know if I'd set a date.

So, have I set a date?

No, but you're getting serious.

At least I am.

Anything I can do?

Design the dress, be my maid of honor. The usual.

I'd be honored.

No matter how many times you ask.

Can we talk specifics after work?

Oh, um, guess what.

I have a date.

That's great.

- Who with? - Uh, this guy, Mitch.

Someone David brought in

to explain how to get the store online.

You're going out with a friend of David's?

Yeah.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Oh, nothing.

Just that when you're going out with a friend of the guy

you really want to date, usually ends in disaster.

Oh, no, no, no.

See, disaster strikes when I date someone who's cute,

funny or successful.

This guy's all three, so it's sure to crash and burn.

And besides, David's unavailable.

Maybe he would be if you'd ever tell him how you feel.

Camille, hi.

Donna, I owe you an apology.

I'll see you later.

Going behind your back to Dylan was wrong.

Yeah, it was, but actually, I'm glad you did it.

You are?

Yeah, I've decided to take Dylan up on his offer.

- You have? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, Donna, I'm so glad.

Does this mean that everything's okay between us?

Because your friendship means a lot more to me

than the tons of money we're about to make.

No, I'm kidding. It means a lot to me.

Me, too.

Come on. Let's get to work.

Okay.

Hey, Matt.

Kelly came to see me last night.

She did? What happened?

She was asking a lot of questions about the trip.

Well, what did you tell her?

Nothing.

Well, what'd she ask? Be specific.

She sensed that something's wrong with you,

so she's concerned.

And you told her nothing happened.

That's right. I lied.

Oy, I got to tell her.

You sure do.

What are you talking about? You're the one

who told me not to tell her.

Yeah, that's before I knew you'd

walk around looking like a war criminal.

Yeah, well, I feel guilty, all right? I can't help that.

Feeling guilty is one thing.

Looking guilty is something entirely different.

Now, if Kelly sees you sweating,

then she's going to figure it out.

That's the only thing worse than you telling her.

Don't let that happen.

You know this is grounds for divorce.

Shh! Quiet!

You know what to do?

Sure. Once you trespass, I hand the cage down to you,

thereby becoming an accessory

after the fact. And then I watch to make sure

that no one sees you make a complete fool of yourself.

- Okay. And if you see someone? - I can't say it.

Oh, come on! That's the most important part!

I hoot like an owl.

You're the best.

Careful!

Oh, God.

Okay, give me the rabbit.

- Are you okay? - I'm okay! I'm okay!

- Give me the bunny! - Okay!

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Whoo. Whoo.

Whoops!

Steve! Steve, come back!

I didn't say Maddy wasn't an attractive child.

I just said I think Otto seems more advanced.

Well, Maddy does seem a bit slow,

but, well, now, Booth, honey, how can any baby compare

to our sweet little pumpkin?

Especially when you factor in who her parents are.

There is nothing Maddy

- can do about her genes. - No.

Steve, look, look!

I can't believe what I just saw.

Neither can I.

Did you hear something?

Shh.

David's next, you know?

Next for what?

Getting on the Internet.

Do you ever stop?

Hey, the... the Web grows by more

than a hundred radio stations every month.

Already, you can listen to a Brazilian Top 40 station

or international news directly from China.

Why not David Silver live from the After Dark?

Not a bad idea.

So what's it like to be a true believer?

It's great.

Especially when you have so much to believe in.

Hey. That was a good... good show tonight.

You know, you and Camille,

you're gonna need, uh, some good ideas

to justify all the brainstorming you've been doing.

Now, that is just a business investment.

- Strictly business. - That's good.

Hey there, gorgeous.

Hey.

How was work?

Oh, fabulous, fabulous.

I, uh, set a new record for the most screw-ups in a single day.

Okay, what are you talking about?

Well, first, the Buddhist temple orders mint tea

and they get soda, and, uh,

then the blues club orders soda

and they get mint tea. Uh-oh.

Hey, look, it's okay.

We'll talk about it some other time.

I wasn't ready for this, Noah. I told you that.

- I... - But you knew better.

I knew better, right. Okay, let's go.

I'll save you the trouble.

I'm already gone.

♪ Look at how far we've come... ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

I was just, uh...

Yeah, I know.

I was watching you through the window.

Oh, that's embarrassing.

So are you coming or going?

Right, right.

Um, look, a couple things did happen at the desert

that I didn't tell you about.

Really? Like what?

Um, well, to begin with,

uh, there was this punch.

Punch in the desert?

At a party.

Rave. Whatever.

Um, and it was spiked.

The punch was spiked.

With acid.

So you're telling me that you dropped acid?

No, I'm telling you

that I drank punch that was spiked with acid.

Right.

What else?

What do you mean, what-what else?

You said there were a couple of things.

And you started with the dropping acid.

And I just can't wait to find out what's next.

I did not drop acid, okay?

Whatever.

What else?

Well, actually, that was... that was it.

You've been acting distant lately

because you drank spiked punch?

No, it was... it was keeping a secret from you

that bothered me.

But now that I told you, I feel so much better.

- Hmm. - Mm-hmm.

And if you saw

how stupendously idiotic I acted...

I don't believe you.

No, I was a complete fool.

No, I mean I don't believe your story

because the way you've been acting

doesn't match up with what you say you did.

So I'd like you to tell me the truth now.

- I just told you the truth. - You told me the truth?

I don't believe this.

You've been after me all week about what's been going on,

and now that you know, it's not good enough.

I'm just telling you how I feel.

Well, here's how I feel... Like I'm being honest with you

about something I did that I'm

not exactly proud of, and you're just more upset than ever.

I mean... there's no winning with you.

Morning.

- Hey. - Hey.

So I talked to Ben.

He said mix-ups happen all the time.

I told him you'd be in today

a little bit late. He said okay.

We should still hurry up, though.

I'm not going back.

Did you hear what I said?

He thought you were great.

I told you I don't like pressure.

Ah, come on. You did good.

I don't want pressure.

Okay?

I-I-I can't handle it. I buckle under it.

I totally fall apart.

We both do. That's why we drink.

That's why we could both help each other out.

I don't... I don't want your help.

It's about last night, right?

Listen, it happens all the time.

- Just listen. - You know...

know what you need?

I'm going to call Ben right now and tell him you need

one more day, and that's it.

Just please stop it!

Stop trying to give me this normal life

and a normal job and a normal boyfriend.

Just stop.

Uh-uh.

I can't, okay?

If we're going to be together, I can't.

Well, then, I guess we're not going to be together.

Hey. Everybody's downstairs waiting on you,

ready to celebrate.

You know, if this Internet thing goes through,

probably gonna need a good lawyer.

Know anybody like that?

Tell me, when Kelly and I break up,

will there be a grace period, or will you offer

the Caribbean vacation right away?

I don't want that to happen.

Because we're pals.

No, not 'cause we're pals.

'Cause I don't want to see her get hurt.

She's yours to lose.

And if you do, you got no one to blame but yourself.

Excuse me.

Okay.

You think I'm making a mistake, don't you?

Tell me about the one that...

I just didn't like seeing you get pressured, that's all.

Well, maybe that's what I needed.

Not to mention a great fix-up.

Yeah. Yeah, you two could be good together.

Kind of like you and Camille.

I'd aim higher if I were you.

Why? What's wrong?

She's the one who pressured you.

Look, I... I don't want to be the reason

you guys aren't getting along.

A reason.

Donna, believe me, there's a few.

Hey, all right.

Oh, hey.

I figured it might liven things up.

Okay.

Hey, you two...

Come on over here.

We should, um...

All right.

Okay, so I propose a toast...

Ah!

- Okay. - That's the stuff.

All right, brains,

beauty, intelligence...

Deep pockets?

Doesn't hurt.

And a fabulous idea.

Look out, America.

You're gonna do great.

Hey.

This is a good thing, man.

You should be happy.

Yeah, you're right. I should.

And you, you kook, come here.

- This is all your fault. - Oh, no.

Make me a rich man.

Yeah, me, too.

Whatever happens, I owe you both a big apology.

I behaved like an idiot.

Is that enough of an apology?

I didn't think so, either.

Maddy's not going to need the help of a guy

like Booth Gunderson to accomplish great things.

- Come on. - And?

And my desire for her

to have the best of everything blinded me to the fact

that he is a pompous windbag.

What do you think, Maddy?

Have we put Daddy through enough?

Oh, she drooled.

- I think that means you're off the hook. - Oh, good.

Only if we tell them the truth.

- Okay? - Absolutely.

Oh, wow, it's Fluffy!

What? What is it?

Uh, is-is there something wrong with Fluffy?

No, and that's what's so odd.

It's odd there's nothing wrong with Fluffy?

- Yes, considering she died Friday. - You know she died?

- Yes. - Of course we know.

She choked on a carrot right in front of us.

Yeah, we buried her in the flower bed,

and now here she is.

Georgia didn't kill that stinking bunny!

That means that she just dug it up.

- Wh-which-which means... - That's impossible.

She's gone.

Risen from the dead on Easter?

Cool!

Holy hare!

Easter Bunny rises from the grave.

That sounds like a lead story, honey.

Oh, yeah. Tell me, Booth.

Is there an "E" at the end of Booth?

Because at the Beat, we're sticklers for accuracy.

Hi.

Hey.

This seat taken?

No. No. Sit down.

Thanks.

So, what did you decide on with the Internet thing?

I'm going online.

Thanks for the encouragement.

Yeah, I'm a real pro

at telling other people what they should do.

When I started drinking again,

I thought it was 'cause we broke up.

I mean, I-I didn't exactly blame you, but...

But you blame me, I know.

I thought you were supposed to save me.

When you didn't, it...

made me realize I got to save myself.

And you did.

Yeah.

Let's hope Ellen realizes the same thing.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Look, you did all you could for her.

The rest she has to do for herself.

What if she can't?

Hey.

Are you coming to bed?

I'm gonna read for a while.

You can read in here.

Yeah, and, I'll... I'll be in later, all right?

Did I miss something,

or did my going behind Donna's back

work out for the best?

She's happy about it.

Then, why aren't you?

It was never what I was upset about to begin with.

You said it was.

Well, now I'm telling you it's not.

Camille, I was never even upset with you. It's just Dylan.

What did Dylan do?

Same thing he always does.

He hovers.

He makes himself available.

He acts mysteriously nocturnal.

Dylan and me... is that what you're talking about?

David, I don't deserve this.

I'm not saying you do.

I'm just telling you how I feel.

You know what?

Considering the way you expect me

to just simply accept whatever it is you and Donna either

have or don't have going on,

the idea that you would say anything

about the nonexistent relationship

I have with Dylan is unbelievable.

You don't understand the history I have with him.

I-I don't care what it is.

Dylan's my friend, and if this business works out,

we're going to be spending more and more time together.

- What if it bothers me? - There's no reason why

- it should. - But what if it does?

That's your problem, David, not ours.

Well, I'm gonna go to bed.

There you are. I've been looking for you.

Hi. Yeah, I got your messages.

I just, um, needed some time to think.

I know. Me, too, and, uh...

and there's something I want to say.

Before you say it,

I just want to tell you that I'm sorry.

- Kelly, listen to me. - Last night, you were trying

to be honest with me, and I reacted terribly.

Will you just hold on one second and listen to me?

But what's worse yet is that I didn't make you feel

safe enough to come and tell me the truth in the first place.

But it is not your fault.

You are the most honest person I know,

and-and if you're not comfortable being open with me,

then I must be doing something wrong.

You are not doing anything wrong.

No, I'm serious.

I can be harsh and-and judgmental

and a little bit of a bitch sometimes.

Are you finished?

Yes, but I just need to know one thing.

What are you doing with me?

It's a wonder.

You wanted to tell me something.

Um... yeah, I called the insurance company,

and they said they were gonna pay to fix the car.

- Oh, that's great. That's great. - Yeah. Yeah.

Now we can officially put this whole thing behind us.

Your trip to the desert,

and... and everything that's happened since.

How does that sound?

I think that sounds great.