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The whole idea of this thing just makes me really nervous.

I've already created the site, Donna.

Well, we haven't even taken the pictures of my clothes yet.

They'll be ready tomorrow.

And then we have to choose which ones we like,

if there are any, which I doubt.

They'll look great.

Then you still have to put them on the site.

And then, Miss Defeatist, with a simple click of the mouse,

DonnaMartinOriginals.com will officially be up and running.

How can you be so calm?

We have less than 24 hours to get this done.

Maybe we should postpone it a week.

Open it.

Thank you.

It's just like mine.

I even set it up for you.

You shouldn't have.

Can't help it; I'm type A.

Now, check out the calendar.

"Next Wednesday,

movie with Mitch at 8:00."

And on Saturday, we're rollerblading.

See, our schedules mesh perfectly.

I don't think that's just a coincidence.

No, just a reminder

that I haven't had a vacation since college.

Look,

I know we've only dated a couple times,

but I just wanted you to know I am officially off the market.

No response necessary.

You're never going to believe who that was.

The Doheny Mansion?

They just got a cancellation,

and we can have our wedding reception there?

No, my dad.

Your dad? Wow.

You haven't talked to him in months.

Mm, I haven't seen him in, like, two years.

But he's coming into town

and he wants to have dinner tomorrow night, with us.

With us?

Mm-hmm.

Am I being inspected?

I certainly hope so.

I can't wait to show you off.

Dads always disapprove of their daughter's fiancés.

It's in the job description.

Bill Taylor is a convicted embezzler,

a world-class philanderer, and a completely negligent father.

You are honest and faithful and totally dependable.

If anybody should be worried, it should be him.

You know, they, uh, they say a lot of times

that daughters end up marrying men just like their fathers.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Which is why I am doing the exact opposite.

I am marrying a man I completely trust.

I am marrying you.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Oh, baby, it's no lie ♪

♪ I never thought I'd make you cry ♪

♪ Please stay by my side ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't want to say good-bye ♪

♪ Why was I such a fool? ♪

♪ You know I'd give the world for you ♪

♪ Let's try one more time ♪

♪ 'Cause, baby, I don't want to say ♪

♪ Good-bye. ♪

EToys, E♪TRADE, eBay.

E-God!

We're missing out on the gold rush of the new millennium.

That's nice.

Honey, people are making

a fortune on these Internet stocks... everybody but us.

Well, compare and despair, honey.

You know, Donna's taking her store online.

Yeah, with Dylan backing her, right?

Yeah. Well, that should tell you something right there.

The rich get richer.

I bet he'd cut us in if we asked him.

We can't afford that, Steve.

You know, when Bill Gates was starting out,

he went to his neighbor for a loan.

$800 for five percent of the company.

Do you have any idea how much

five percent of Microsoft is worth?

Like, a jillion and a half dollars.

If it was just the two of us,

Steve, I would consider it, but it's not.

We have Maddy now,

which means nannies and Mommy and Me classes

and Gymboree and preschool.

Do you have any idea

how expensive preschool is these days?

Well, yeah, but if DonnaMartinOriginals.com

takes off, we could be rich.

And if it doesn't?

The answer is no, Steve... Not with our money.

This is a disaster, just as predicted.

I called the agency.

They said the model should have been here an hour ago.

She'll show.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Photographer is costing $1,000 an hour.

Sign here and here.

You're officially a corporation.

So that means that I'm not held personally liable

if this thing tanks.

And don't forget about the beauty part.

Everything is written off as a business expense.

Right.

Hey, so what is the, uh, story with the blonde?

Camille?

Yeah.

Models are my specialty.

Not this one.

She's taken.

While we got time, you want to HotSync our schedules?

No, no, I-I don't.

Got a few more dates set up for us.

Mitch, did you know

that DonnaMartinOriginals.com is doomed?

Doomed.

Hope you're not busy Christmas.

Christmas?

It's premature, I know.

It's eight months away.

I like to know what I'm doing,

so I have something to look forward to.

Dylan, the model's not showing up, so...

we should just cut our losses

and forget about the whole thing.

Uh, my accountant, who's not really much of a brain surgeon,

had a good idea.

Camille should be the model.

- Pardon me? - That is a great idea.

Camille, will you put on the red dress?

Uh, and could you do it quickly? 'Cause I'm not gonna

stand around here all day wasting money.

Camille isn't a model.

Hey, I want us to be online by tomorrow.

Camille?

Yes.

You're not eye candy; you're a businesswoman.

Exactly.

I'm a businesswoman, and this is a business decision.

Relax, David.

Dylan, last time I checked, I wasn't on your payroll.

I'll tell you, the party tomorrow night

for DonnaMartinOriginals.com is going to be

like the ball dropping at Times Square, you know?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, that-that minus

a couple hundred thousand people, of course.

I know, it's going to be a huge success.

Yep.

If I had some spare cash, man...

You'd invest.

Uh-huh.

Know what they say about people who used to be rich

not missing their money?

It's a crock, okay?

If I cashed in on the Net, I'd buy a 32-foot sloop

and just sail off to Tahiti, you know?

Yeah. How about you?

- Me? - Mm-hmm.

I'd stop waking up at 2:00 a.m.

with nightmares about not having enough cash.

I would never, ever go to Bakersfield again to cover

another one of those stupid UFO conventions.

Yeah, well, we can always dream.

Yeah, right.

Yeah.

It's Ellen.

Hey.

I-I didn't think I'd be hearing from you.

Yeah, I wanted to hear your voice.

How are you?

I'm fine.

The question is: how are you?

Uh, well, I'm actually not so good.

Um, I could kind of use your help.

I thought that's exactly what you didn't want.

I'm in jail, Noah.

Please get me out of here.

You should have seen David.

He was a jerk during the whole photo shoot.

Just because Camille was modeling?

I don't know what his problem is.

And then there's Mitch.

What about him?

Well, Mitch has me scheduled to spend every vacation

with him and his family from now until Groundhog's Day.

You being down on Mitch wouldn't have anything to do

with the fact that David and Camille are fighting, would it?

No.

Why would you even ask that?

You just always get really critical

of whoever you're going out with

the minute the specter of David as a single man comes up.

Hmm. Purple purse!

Definitely go with the purple purse.

Nice change of subject.

Oh, caught me.

So, uh, are you nervous about introducing Matt to your dad?

Hmm.

Hold on.

Hello.

Hi, Dad.

No.

- Sorry. - Uh... no, I understand, of course.

Maybe the next time you come into town.

Yeah.

- Thank you. - Hey.

Hi... wow, hey, Maddy.

You come for a BLT?

Say hi.

No, actually, Maddy doesn't have enough teeth for a BLT yet,

but I certainly am capable.

Oh, well, okay, s-see, I saw two on the bottom.

I thought she could do that.

You know, I wanted to talk

to you and Steve about something anyway.

Oh, he's in Bakersfield for the night.

Oh, well, that explains the wire.

- What wire? - He wired $10,000

into my account a couple of hours ago.

Right, the $10,000.

Yeah, I invested it in Donna's Web site like Steve wanted,

but I want to make sure that you guys know

that this is kind of risky.

As a matter of fact, we discussed that at length.

Well, good, 'cause you know Steve.

He only sees the dollar signs, not the possible downside.

But, anyway, you ladies have a nice dinner, and I'll see you.

Mm.

Um, say hi to Steve for me.

Oh, believe me, I will.

What?

I know.

I appreciate you

coming to me, Tom, but I'm not taking on

- any new cases right now. - Oh, well.

I thought anybody handing out

business cards at a rave would be hard up for clients.

Here's the name and number of an excellent lawyer.

I'm sure he can help you out.

Okay.

I'll say hi

- to Amy for you. - Uh, yeah, you do that.

Hey.

Hi.

Who was that?

Uh, just some guy looking for a lawyer.

Are you gonna take the case?

Unwinnable.

So... what's the story?

Where are we going for dinner tonight?

We're not; my dad called and canceled again.

You all right?

Yeah. Fine.

I'm just a little angry.

At myself, mostly, for getting all... excited.

I feel like an idiot.

Hey.

He's a fool; it's his loss.

Mmm.

Thank you.

For what?

For never disappointing me.

I'm taking you out tonight.

Okay?

Oh, there's one problem with that.

- Hmm? - Who's Amy?

Amy? Um... She's just some girl

that Dylan hooked up with at the desert.

That's how that guy heard about me.

Ugh. Dylan is such a dog.

Did you sleep at all?

Yeah. I guess.

Mm.

You know what?

Why don't we hold off on the job hunt,

just for now.

Do you want to talk about

why the cops found you passed out in your car?

Well, I was, um, behind on my rent,

so I just moved everything into my trunk.

I was embarrassed.

You don't have to be embarrassed, okay?

You can call me.

I thought about it, but I just couldn't.

And then yesterday, my car wouldn't start.

And I just said the hell with it, you know?

I had a half gallon of Gilbey's and I just started in.

And the next thing I know,

there's a cop knocking on my windshield.

I'm so scared.

I know.

Look, I know you're scared.

Let's get you back in AA.

Noah, please!

Okay? I need a job.

Look, I know you need a job, but you need help.

And now I just press "beam," and bingo,

I've just sent you my schedule for the day.

Now, if you want, you can... beam me your itinerary.

What is it?

I don't want to beam you my itinerary.

But in terms of time management, it's a real sweetheart.

I'm sure it is.

I...

I can't do this.

What are you saying, you don't like me?

Oh, I do, I...

I don't know.

Just, there's something missing here for me.

I mean, what about spontaneity?

What about not knowing what's gonna happen next?

But I know what I want to have happen next.

Yeah, but don't you think mapping things out

kind of sucks the fun out of getting to know each other?

A well-crafted plan, making it happen... that's fun.

Well, I can appreciate that in business,

but not with people.

Not with me.

So, from now on,

I think we should just keep things professional, okay?

Okay, then.

Here are the pictures from the shoot.

I scanned them all.

Page me later and let me know

which ones you want me to upload.

Um, Mitch, I...

hope this isn't gonna affect us working together,

because tonight... a lot of planning's gone into it.

Um, I've decided not to go to the party.

Chalk one up for spontaneity.

But don't worry, your site'll be online, 8:00 sharp, as planned.

I just want you to know, Donna...

I don't give up that easily.

- Dylan. - Mitch.

So, enough about me.

You have 30 seconds to update me on your life.

I can do it in ten seconds; my life's pretty boring.

Oh, really? What about Amy?

Yes, I know all about

your liaison with the desert princess, thank you.

Yeah, well, Amy was a nice girl.

She, uh... but it was never meant to be.

Okay, come on, we're late.

Okay.

- And where are you two going? - We're, um,

- looking at some wedding sites? - Yeah, and we're late.

You said that.

Oh...

Have a nice day.

I'm back!

Huh! Oh, boy!

Hi, honey.

Hey, Maddy! Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm!

Did you two ladies have the Chippendale dancers

come over while Daddy was away at his convention?

Huh?

Oh, honey,

for the last 13 hours, I've been surrounded by people

who swear that they've had their nether regions

probed by aliens.

Speaking of probing nether regions, nice to see ya.

What? What's wrong? You want to tell me?

I thought we agreed not to invest in Donna's business.

I know.

I talked to Dylan.

- Oh, boy. - I can't believe

you went through with it.

Well, it was a good investment.

That's not the point, Steve.

There are larger issues at stake here.

Do you have any idea about partnership?

Yes, I understand partnership!

And I want our partnership to flourish,

which is why I didn't invest our money!

I invested my money.

- Your money? - Yeah. Grandpa Sanders...

Rest his soul... when he died, he left me $50,000.

I've had it in a trust fund.

- Your money? - Yeah!

So no harm, no foul.

Our money's still safe and sound,

racking up four percent annually.

What?! What's wrong now?

Oh, nothing.

Just... I didn't know that you had $50,000

in a bank account, that's all.

Well, I was gonna tell you; I guess I forgot.

Right.

Oh, jeez! I just told you I had $50,000 stashed away.

You think you'd be a little happier about it.

Oh, I am. I'm so happy for you

and all your money!

I hate these meetings.

Yeah, I used to, too.

It's not like I haven't given AA a chance, you know?

It's just that I'm not into the whole group mentality thing.

Yeah, well, going in there is one thing;

admitting you have a problem, working through the steps...

That's another.

Noah, I'm not saying

that it doesn't work for some people.

Okay, like you're so much different.

Come on.

Look, I'm not gonna force you to go in there, okay?

You have to do it on your own.

I can't.

Yeah, I like the way you can see this fur in the picture.

There's two different poses.

Hi.

Hey.

What a nice surprise.

I'm, uh, here to pick up

the banners for the party.

Well, you have to check these out; they were great.

Yeah, they're nice.

So, where are they?

Nice? Are you kidding?

Camille's gonna be the next Cindy Margolis.

Donna.

They're beautiful.

Oh, wait, wait. Here, check this one out.

- Who's Cindy Margolis? - She's an Internet model,

but that's beside the point.

You don't like them, right?

No, they're-they're nice.

Yeah, I mean, you know, lighting's a little cheesy,

but... who am I to say?

Banners are over there.

Cheesy?

See ya.

David, what the hell is going on with you?

Nothing. You asked for my opinion and I gave it to you.

Does this have anything to do with Dylan?

No, Camille, it has nothing to do with Dylan.

Because it's getting really old.

All right, then explain it to me.

- What is it? - Explain what?

Why the better things get for us,

- the more miserable you seem to become. - Oh, maybe

I'm just a miserable guy.

I don't like to be around that.

Don't, then!

It just hurts, you know?

I see so much of myself in Ellen.

I just, I just never realized that-that-that...

drinking was taking over my life.

I'm just glad I have all you people to lean on.

Thanks, Noah.

Uh, before we close,

we'd like to acknowledge any newcomers

and encourage them to keep coming back.

Hi. I'm Mike, and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Mike.

I'm Ellen, and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Ellen.

Oh, boy.

Hey, all systems are a go.

I'm just a point and click away from pay dirt.

Hey, where's Janet tonight?

Uh, Janet's not really ready for the Internet age.

I don't think I am, either.

- Oh, boy. - Oh, I'm so nervous!

Anyway, it's almost time; there's no going back.

Oh...

- I'll get you a drink. - Mm-hmm.

- You want something? - Uh, no.

Why were you and Kelly talking about Amy this morning?

It was a fluke.

She asked, I lied, it's over.

Okay, yeah, well, just don't offer up

any more information, okay?

We got to keep our stories straight here, remember?

Hey, nervous guy, why don't you just come clean?

Nervous guy?

Yeah, right.

Listen, I know you're enjoying the fact that

I made a mistake, but spare me the good advice.

I don't know what's up with David.

Everything was going so well.

Well, don't worry.

David gets in his little moods.

You know what? Maybe it's my fault.

No. No, no, no. Trust me.

It'll blow over.

Just-Just give him some space.

Thanks.

Oh, you're welcome.

Here you go, hon.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?

By my estimation,

it's about 30 seconds... DonnaMartinOriginals.com

will be coming online.

So, without further ado, Donna Martin.

Can we have a drumroll, please?

Thank you.

Steve, if you'll do the honor of a double click.

My pleasure.

No way.

What does this mean?

It means we're screwed.

Hey.

Oh.

Freezing the Web site?

Was that a bad attempt at humor?

More like a romantic plea.

Well, that was just stupid.

Why can't you see it?

We're perfect for each other.

Look, just because I conveniently fit

into your schedule does not mean I'm the right girl for you.

And if you would look up from your

electronic organizer long enough, you would realize...

You said you were coming over to Mother's house for Christmas.

Oh, there'll be no chestnuts roasted between us, ever.

Give me another chance.

Mitch, we're done.

Look, everybody's hard work,

the investors' money... All a big waste of time.

Because what you did... It wasn't romantic,

it wasn't persuasive.

It was cruel and destructive, not to mention illegal.

So sue me.

What's a lifelong dream realized

if I don't have you to share it with, right?

Are you kidding me?

You know, they say there's only one person for everyone.

I was sure it was you.

Yeah.

Well, figuring that out...

It's a lot trickier than you would think.

Guess so.

It's not too late to make things right.

A dot-com investment... What was I thinking?

I should have just thrown the ten grand out the window.

Well, after the disaster last night, I'm sure glad

it wasn't my money, because I don't think

I'd be able to keep down my breakfast.

Is it just gonna be veiled barbs from you from now on?

Oh, no. Some won't be so veiled.

Look, Maddy, here. Mine!

Your daddy taught me that.

My grandfather was one of the most supportive people

in my life.

He wanted me to do something special

with that money, and until now, nothing seemed right.

Why can't you respect that?

I am not challenging the bond

that you had with your grandfather, Steve.

What I don't respect is the secrecy of the account.

I wasn't hiding anything from you.

Well, you didn't mention it!

And people that keep

secrets have something to hide.

- Like what? - I don't know.

Do you not trust me?

I mean, how committed are you

to this family if you have such a huge,

clandestine safety net?

Hey, how could you even think something like that?

I never did.

I never did until you dipped in to your private account.

And now all I can imagine is you on some beach in Jamaica

with two bimbos and a vat of cocoa butter.

Hey, I'm allergic to cocoa butter.

What?! It's just money!

That is exactly what ticks me off.

Where are you going?

I have dibs on the office.

You and Maddy work at home.

Don't you look at me like that.

Thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry about last night.

For which part?

For blowing it off, or the whole crash and burn of it?

Kelly told me. I'm sorry.

You okay?

Well, I was so distracted this morning,

I accidentally dressed a mannequin

in a mock turtleneck and a miniskirt.

That's so 1997.

Whatever.

Should have listened to you; you never liked the idea.

No.

That was more of my own bad head trip than anything.

Still, everyone stood behind my product, so,

I'm responsible.

Shoulder, please.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

- Come here. - Mmm.

It was all Mitch's fault, not yours, okay?

Mm-hmm.

So I assume you're not seeing him anymore?

I'd like to take his

mouse pad and...

Never mind.

I'm glad to see you're in a better mood.

Did you make up with Camille?

No, not yet.

You smell good.

Hmm.

Hey.

Where did you and Mitch go on your date last night?

What?

The Web site's working.

What?! We, um...

We didn't go anywhere.

I just stopped hating him, like, a second ago.

Whatever the little dweeb did, it works.

People have been posting messages about you.

Can we talk?

I'm really sorry I missed you last night.

Well, why don't we have lunch?

I can't. I have a meeting

with a promo spot producer in 20 minutes.

Either we're busier than ever, or you're avoiding this.

I just don't want to have a flyby conversation, that's all.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Wow.

You know, this thing's had over 200-plus hits.

This is the, uh, online store customer message board.

Oh, wait. Let me... Let me read it.

"How are the happy couple?"

"Is there really a Mitch and a Donna?" And...

"I'll buy two skirts if you kiss him."

There's got to be somewhere we can work this to our advantage.

Why do they even care?

Oh, people are suckers for a happy ending.

And I'm sure young David would agree.

Hello.

Hey.

For your recent

victory and, um,

uh, the way you stood up at the meeting, you know?

I'm proud of you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Wow. It's been a long time since somebody's given me these.

Oh. And this is for you.

Thank you.

Open it up.

Okay.

- It's blank. - Yeah, yeah.

One part of the program is, um, listing the wrongs in your life.

- What? - Yeah. I mean,

I personally found that by writing them down...

helped me deal with them, you know?

Do you ever have a conversation without talking about steps?

I'm sorry.

It's like you're in a cult or something.

I'm-I'm not gonna write down

all of my screwups for somebody else

to read and judge.

That's not what it's for.

You know what? You're moving too fast,

and you're asking me too much.

I'm not saying right now. I'm just saying eventually.

You know, you try and just...

Just try and do your best, that's all.

How can I, with you breathing down my neck?!

♪ Baby, you will finally see I was gonna be the one ♪

♪ My love is easy ♪

♪ Boy, you better please me ♪

♪ And you will finally see ♪

♪ How it's gonna be, be, be... ♪

You just don't stop, do you?

What?

Ladies love Dylan McKay.

Pipe down, champ.

What, did you forget about Amy already?

Amy wasn't exactly, uh, girlfriend material.

How did you guys meet again?

Was it around the infamous punch bowl?

I don't really want to talk about it,

but if you want to know...

And I'll tell you.

Um, see, what happened was this.

Um...

Well, we stopped off at this tiny little gas station

that was, like, in the middle of nowhere.

And, um, Amy was working behind the counter.

And Mr. Smooth over here

saunters up with some beef jerkys.

- He nods... - Beef jerkys?

Beef jerkys. Nods to the motorcycles,

and offered to give her the ride of her life.

- No, you did not. - He did.

He did, but you know what happened?

She quits her job, jumps on the back of the motorcycle,

and these two... Inseparable for two days.

You know, Donna's Web site is working.

Oh. Oh, that's great.

She's at the store

reading the customers' responses.

Oh, good. Okay, I'm gonna go call and congratulate her.

If you'll excuse me.

Good-bye, Don Juan of the desert.

Sorry.

Oh.

Yeah, pretty good for an amateur.

Yeah, but listen to me.

I didn't like doing that, but I made a decision.

Kelly is too important to me,

and I don't want to risk losing her.

So you're gonna keep the secret?

Just doing what you'd do.

You're no better than me.

Yeah? Well, I am still better for her.

She needs a man that she can count on.

So if you're just gonna be waiting around, thinking

that I'm gonna blow this, you can forget about it.

I underestimated you.

Yeah. It's the sweater vest.

I'll see you around.

You okay?

I didn't drink.

Good.

Get your shoes on. I want to show you something.

Where's the toothpaste?

Oh, I cut the tube in half.

- Total disaster. - What?

It works really well with the toilet paper, though.

Oh, there's a message for you on the machine from Dylan.

Donna's Web site is up and running.

Oh. Guess I didn't jeopardize our future.

The fact you think that's why I'm still upset, Steve,

kills me.

You know what, I'm getting tired of guessing.

We're a team!

You don't think I value that?

Not when you're keeping secrets about money, no.

It makes me think that you're looking for an escape hatch.

Yeah, for us! For us!

Listen, I know this is going to sound archaic,

but taking care of you and Maddy is my job.

It's my responsibility, okay?

It's not one that I've ever faced before.

Steve...

Let me finish, okay?!

Every day, every single day,

I think about failing.

I mean, what if the paper goes down?

What if, what if you and Maddy need something

that I can't provide for?

That-That account was me protecting us from my screwups!

I know that's hard for you to admit.

But on our wedding day,

we sealed this deal for good times or for bad.

And that's the best part about this marriage thing, honey,

is that you don't have to go through anything alone.

You don't have to keep any secrets.

Thanks.

No problem.

And if you're scared, just tell me, okay?

I would kiss you so hard right now

if it wasn't for this toothpaste situation.

Hmm.

Under the sink.

Go.

So someone placed

an order from Albuquerque... My wrap skirt.

From the streets of Albuquerque.

Albuquerque... I just, I just kind of like saying that, but...

You just salted those five seconds ago.

I'm low on sodium.

Camille misses you.

She, um...

she said that you haven't called her.

You've just always been the type that calls.

It was a trait I always admired about you.

So the two of you were discussing this?

No. I mean, not really discussing it.

It... It's just, when you're folding dozens of T-shirts,

sometimes topics happen to come up.

Like, for instance, why is David being such a mopey butt-head.

Those were her words, not mine.

I'd rather the two of you didn't talk about it, if that's okay.

Yeah.

Well, it's an easy fix.

Just call her and tell her you're sorry.

Check, please.

You know, if you keep acting this way,

you might push away something good.

Well, Donna, maybe that's what I'm trying to do.

Just let me figure it out, okay?

Donna Martin.

Yeah?

Sheila.

I recognized you from the Web site.

I just bought two skirts and a top online this morning.

Oh, that's great. Thank you.

I tried to log on yesterday, honey.

Guess those computer glitches got solved,

if you know what I mean.

Mitch, you're even cuter than I imagined.

Good luck to you both.

Did she just think...?

Yeah.

Okay, here we are.

This tops my list of things I've done wrong.

Over there.

Pink jacket.

What's her name?

Caitlin.

She's six.

The lady there is my mom.

She takes care of her.

I promised it was

just until I got my act together,

but... that's taken longer than I thought.

Where's the father?

Six vodka gimlets, one one-night stand.

He lives somewhere in Chatsworth; I never told him.

Catie thinks her mommy comes in and out of her life

because she works on an airplane.

What are you gonna do when she's old enough to question

that story?

Let's just go.

Okay? Please?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey.

Hi.

You didn't get my message?

I said I'd come by your place.

Yeah, but I-I couldn't wait.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You mind if we, uh, sit outside and talk?

So you had a late night at work, huh?

Yeah.

Uh, online orders are off the charts.

That's great.

Yeah.

You know, it's always weird

the first time a couple sees different sides of each other.

Yeah.

I was gonna wait until month six

before I let you see the infamous Camille Desmond temper.

Are you all right?

No.

David, if I did anything to get you in this mood...

Camille, you didn't do anything.

I just wanted to pick a fight.

And it wasn't very cool.

It's okay. Apology accepted.

Let's go to dinner.

You deserve better than me.

David.

We're solid.

We'll work it out.

I don't think so.

You're not doing this.

Why?

Camille, I'm so sorry.

We just don't...

We don't belong together.

Camille.

If that was gonna be a letter,

thanks for having the guts

to do it in person.

- Hello. - Hey.

I just ordered a half veggie,

half pepperoni pizza from Patty's.

It's gonna be coming to your place.

What's that swishing around?

I'm standing here in a wedding dress.

Larry, my other fiancé, beat you to the punch.

Oh.

Well, does Larry spring for extra cheese?

All right, he's history.

Actually, it's Jackie's.

She's obsessed with me wearing it on the big day.

But secretly, Donna's already sketching some designs.

Should I pick up some wine?

Mm, yeah, that would be good.

Okay. I love you.

I love you, too. Hurry home.

Bye-bye.

Oh.

Hold on. I'm coming.

I just have to grab my... Your money.

Oh.

Hey. I thought you were the pizza guy.

What, are you eloping?

Oh. No. It's my mom's.

What do you think?

Smells like mothballs.

Thanks.

What's up?

I was just in the neighborhood.

You know, room service, pay-per-view...

I couldn't do it again.

Well, we just ordered some food.

Matt's on his way home. Why don't you come in?

What?

I was just realizing

it's the second time I've seen you wearing

a wedding dress to marry someone else.

Maybe this time you'll stay for the wedding.

Maybe not.

Matt's the lucky guy.

- Come on in. - I can't.

I have to...

I got to fax some paper to my accountant.

Can't it wait till tomorrow?

You look beautiful.