Hey, Christy, what's up?
Hey, Mom, I'm going to the smoothie place
because I've had a day that requires a smoothie.
Yeah. But I bet my day was worse.
Not possible. My boss gave me a contract to proof
and I dropped it in a toilet.
Post-flush, but... still.
Well, I had a three-hour fight with my husband
with no angry silences, so it's really like a six-hour fight.
Is this a new fight or an extension
of the one you were having last night?
New one, but with subtle echoes of the last one.
Same theme: he doesn't listen to me.
I literally feel like a ghost.
Oh, my God. What if you are a ghost?
What if you and I had this difficult relationship
and I thought we had worked it all out,
but it was just your ghost?
Bam. Nobody sees that coming.
I asked him to meet me for lunch and he said "Okay,"
but then he went to the gym.
I spent a half an hour sitting on a hard bench
reading the Sonoma Acorn.
By the way, Barbara Feldman Real Estate
is going out of business. End of an era.
Hey, Mom, can we have this conversation over a couple
of smoothies that are really just fruity milkshakes?
Yeah, but put a vitamin boost in mine
so I think it's healthy.
Okay, you got...
Oh, no. Oh, no.
不 不 不
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.
Smoothies are canceled.
Hey, where are you?
I thought we'd take Gus to the park.
Honey, it's Tuesday at 10:00.
Oh, yeah, meeting.
- Hi, alcoholics! - Nope.
Not a meeting. What am I thinking?
Uh, you're at coffee with the ladies. Uh...
- Hi, ladies! - I'm at therapy,
which you knew because an hour ago when you said,
"What you got going on today?" I said...
You said therapy. I listen.
你好 特雷弗 这不是真的 我是个好男人
Hi, Trevor. It's not true. I'm a great guy.
We'll discuss this later,
once Trevor tells me how I feel.
I don't tell you how you feel.
Which is another way you're letting me down.
Anyway, I got so irritated the other night, and--
I'm not proud of this-- I threw a potato at him.
A fingerling. I'm not an animal.
Would you say the level of conflict in your marriage
has escalated recently?
Well, Adam and I are newlyweds.
You know what they say.
What do they say? "It's been three months,
let loose the tiny potatoes"?
You seem edgy. Everything all right?
We're not here to talk about me.
That is the dumbest rule. You and I are friends.
We are not friends.
We have been hanging out every Tuesday for eight months.
We are not hanging out.
I am helping you navigate your life.
正是 朋友就是如此 特雷弗
Exactly. That's what friends do, Trev.
Oh, come on, tell me one random thing about yourself.
比如 那不是你天生的鼻子 对吧
Like, that's not your real nose, right?
I will not share anything about my personal life with you.
- What if I... - u202dNo.
You may not guess things
and then try and read my facial expressions.
Sure, 'cause your new nose is unreadable.
Well, our time's almost up
and there's something I'd like to talk to you about.
Is it the health issues you're having?
I've been seeing you pro bono,
and I think it's time we discuss you paying a modest fee.
Aha. Financial problems.
是的 邦妮 我破产了
Yes, Bonnie, I'm broke.
That's why I'm asking you for $35 a week.
$25, and you can't spend it on lattes.
$35, and I can spend it on whatever I want.
Fine, but you have to tell me how you spend it.
I will not.
Sorry. I had to play hardball.
If you hit a parked car and there's no damage,
would you leave a note?
You wouldn't, right? You wouldn't.
Well, what would it say--
"Sorry for doing nothing to your car"?
Completely unrelated hypothetical question.
Does this look like damage to you?
I don't think you know what "Hypothetical" Means.
是的 以及"损伤"的含义 因为这个保险杠上
Yeah, or "Damage," Because this bumper
has a scuff, a dent and a scrape.
She couldn't have done it, she was with me the whole time.
Tammy, I don't need an alibi.
Trust me, you do.
We were watching Dirty Dancing. It's your favorite movie.
I'd never seen it before, but I was utterly charmed.
We ordered medium cheese pizzas and then talked about
how amazing it must have been to be Jewish in the '60s.
I'll more be more convincing tomorrow
'cause almost all of that happened to me yesterday.
So you didn't leave a note?
I did leave a note.
Then I drove back and took it.
Classic Plunkett move. We almost do the right thing.
I just panicked.
But now I feel awful.
I've been having nightmares.
Last night I dreamt
I backed into the car and it exploded.
Then it turned out George Clooney was inside
and we ended up making out.
And I felt bad, because I respect his wife so much.
Did you leave her a note?
Sweetie, I think you need to make amends to these people.
Oh, I really wish I could,
but there's just no way to track them down, so....
move on, live my life.