All language subtitles for Ugly Betty s01e13 In or Out.eg

Previously on "Ugly Betty"...

- Hello?
- Hi, Daniel. It's Betty.

Look, I need to talk
to you about Sofia.

Perfect timing.
I just proposed.

- Christina, it was all a lie!
- What are you talking about?

Sofia set him up from the beginning.
She used Daniel to get her cover story.

"From fling to
ring in 60 days."

But thank you for being
such a good sport.

I fully intend to take over the
company sooner rather than later.

You manipulated me and you
lied to my face about Daniel.

I quit.

Where's Daniel?

He disappeared.

Look, mija, I know you're upset
about leaving that big New York job,

but you have to eat something.

I never should have taken that
stupid position at Sofia's magazine.

I should've just
stayed at "Mode."

Yeah, aunt Betty.

I miss the swag.

Okay. Is there a sign on my
forehead that says, "crap here"?

What's the matter with you?

There's been an
Herbalux recall.

They're pulling all the products just
'cause some housewives in Secaucus

lost all their hair.

Why don't they just change what
they put in their shampoo?

They were using the hand cream.

The F.D.A.
is recalling the whole line.

I don't have a job anymore!

Are you serious?

Maybe Oprah can adopt us.

Wait a minute.
I used that hand cream.

Ay, what am I gonna do?
I have bills, car payments...

These nails--
they don't just happen.

I know how you feel.

- When I left "Mode"--
- Ay, Betty! Please.

Enough with the
"when I left 'Mode'"!

Okay? This is
totally different.

Herbalux was all I had.

You--you already
have another job.

Betty, that 4-top wants chips.

Now.

You're right.

Sometimes I forget
how lucky I am.

I've got e-mails,
voice mails, phone records

and the location of
the wrecked car--

everything you'd need to put Bradford
away for Fey Sommers' death.

$1 million.

Do I look like
I'm made of money?

Frankly, lady,
I don't know what you look like,

but that figure's nonnegotiable.
Oh, and you got 24 hours.

Leaves a bit of a stench,
doesn't he?

He still has what
we've been looking for.

You do realize that once
I hand over the money,

we need to be ready for
an immediate takeover.

You could be editor in chief
of "Mode" as soon as monday.

If there's anybody at that
magazine you can't trust,

it's time to fumigate.

I only used it once,

and I woke up
looking like this!

I'm getting married
on saturday.

Hey, he's still marrying
you with that nose.

Bald ain't gonna make that
much of a difference.

I don't think you need
another one of these.

I'm done. I'm done.
Let's just go home.

Can you help me fake a r�sum�?

Well, I would, but I was
planning on going into the city.

Daniel's coming home from Rio tomorrow,
and I thought the least I could do

was stock his fridge and
pick up his dry cleaning.

Why? You're not his
assistant anymore.

I know. I just...

none of this would've
happened if it wasn't for me.

I'm the one who pushed
him to propose to Sofia.

I just wanna make coming home
a little easier for him.

Betty, you're such
a good person.

You have a chip in your hair.

Mm, thank you. Very nice.

Very nice. Very nice.

Oy, Scotty!

What are you doing,
you paisley-wearing worm?

Yearbook committee.

Robyn in styles?

Oh, she's got a good
eye for vintage.

I need her for the layouts.
She stays.

By the way,
when you move into Daniel's office,

I am not sitting in
Betty's old chair.

This bum don't slum.

That's not what heard.

- Next.
- Christina.

I will need a
talented seamstress.

Her work is impeccable.

But I can't understand
a word she's saying.

'Ave a crumpet, guv'nor.
So annoying.

But then again,
she's the only one on the planet

who knows my real measurements.

So...

Question mark.

And next...

- Auf wiedersehen, Amanda.
- Of course. Unless...

She's Daniel's girl.
What has she ever done for me?

She leaves when he leaves.

Right, but she could...

You're gonna miss your little beard.
How cute.

No. Next.

Willie...

Daniel broke her heart.
She's not loyal to him.

She's just working
her way up the ladder.

But until she proves
her loyalty to me,

she's out.

And speaking of disasters,

it's time for our
daily dose of Daniel.

Still no sign of recently
dumped playboy Daniel Meade.

Rumor has it he's in Brazil,
licking his wounds...

and anything else
that walks by.

Meanwhile his ex Sofia
Reyes was seen saunt--

God, what died in here?

Daniel!

Hey.

So... how's Rio?

Uh, it's bueno.

I can't believe you
never went to Rio.

You sent me a postcard,
like, every other day.

"Weather's beautiful.
I'm doing great.

Hey, gotta go.
It's lambada time."

What did you want me to write--
"I'm hiding underneathy bed,

curled up in the fetal position.
Wish you were here"?

Ugh, Daniel, please.
Nobody cares what happened.

Look, I know you're
in pain, okay?

But you can't hide from
the world forever.

Next week is fashion week,
and the magazine needs you.

Look at you.

What?

"Fashion week."

Five months ago, you thought
Cavalli was a kind of pasta.

Yeah, so did you.

We've both come
a long way, huh?

How are things at "M.Y.W."?

You learning a lot from...

her?

Yeah, well,

I couldn't work for her

after what she
did to you, so...

- I quit.
- You did?

Well, would it be really childish
of me to high-five you right now?

Yeah.

You know, Betty,
when I go back to "Mode," maybe...

I don't know--
maybe you could come back with me?

Are you serious?

Wait, but you already
have an assistant.

No, you let me handle Amanda.
I'm still the editor in chief.

I can have two assistants.

Right?

You're really into this high five
thing, aren't you?

- Good morning!
- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Ooh, your famous cupcakes.
- They're for my teacher.

Kid's getting a "D" in math.
Time to kiss butt.

Thank you.

Mom! Are you driving me,
or what?

Okay, I got four different
interviews today. Which one?

I think I'm taking the bus.

Fine. Bye.

Okay, you guys.
What do you think?

Well, they're both very nice.

Sweetheart, you have
intelligence, ambition.

You don't need to
resort to this.

Look at my r�sum�.

- The purple one.
- Thank you.

Hey! Father in the room.
Father in the room.

Hey, have they filled that
position at Burrito King yet?

Hilda, trust me. You are way
too good to be the Chip Chick.

I bet you're excited to
go back to "Mode," huh?

Yes!

I missed it so much--
the excitement, the people.

Well, some of the people.

A few of the people.

Okay--Christina.

And that Henry guy?

Yeah, we haven't even spoken
since the Christmas party.

It's probably for the best.

I bet you he's one of
those Wall Street types--

$100 haircuts,
dating 10 girls at once.

No. That's not Henry.

But Walter--aw.

Now he's a guy you
could settle down with.

So how did I know if I'm settling down,
or if I'm just settling?

Hilda...

Nipple.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

Okay, boss. Ready to...

Oh, no.

I don't think I can do this.

I mean,
what if I run into her at work?

We're in the same
building, Betty.

So you run into her,
and it sucks, and it's weird,

and you keep going,
and I'll be there if you need me.

Come on.

Now can we discuss
this cheeto tan?

What? I was supposed to
be in Rio for two weeks.

You look like an Oompa Loompa.

Okay, what floor are we on now?

Uh, 3rd. Only 25 to go.

Daniel, come on. This is crazy!

You're not gonna run into
Sofia on the elevator.

This isn't about Sofia.
It's about getting your heart pumping.

You can do it.

Just go. Save yourself.

You do know he's
coming back, right?

It's been two weeks,
and nothing.

If there's gonna be a new
issue on the stand next month,

someone's gotta be editor
in chief around here.

Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

Ca-caw.

What are you squawking about?

It's our secret bird code.

What secret bird code?

Oh, wait.
I'm doing that with someone else.

Daniel's back!

- What?!
- What?!

Hey, everyone.

- Daniel!
- Daniel! - Daniel!

You look good!
It's been forever, huh?

- Wow, I can't believe it!
- I can't believe it's been so long.

Uh, fabulous tan!

Did you get something done?

What'd you bring us
back from Brazil?

Surprise!

We should hit it with a bat,
see if candy falls out.

So basically,
I'll just have two assistants now.

But I'm in charge, right?

It's more of a
partnership, really.

Exactly...

I'm in charge.

When one of you is busy, the other
one can just pick up the slack.

It'll be great.

Totally get it.

In charge.

So do you wanna go
over your messages?

Uh, sure. Five minutes?

Actually, I'd love a
coffee and a bagel.

Thanks a whole bunch.

He'd love a coffee and a bagel.
Thanks a whole bunch.

Well, if anything does open up,
I'm always available.

Okay, well, keep me in mind.
I'm a very fast learner and a--

The position's
already been filled?

In two hours.

Everyone wants to
be Chip Chick.

Yeah, Ms. Suarez... we looked at
your r�sum�, and unfortunately--

Hi, Hilda. This is Mrs.
Simmons from P.S. 350.

Thank you again
for those cupcakes.

Tell your father
they're amazing.

I'd pay money for them.

So I've sorted your mail
according to three categories--

people who are
kissing your ass,

people whose asses
you should be kissing

and people whose asses are,
like, huge.

Oh, and here are
your periodicals...

Oh! Uh, no. Not this one.

Uh, not this one either.

Uh... I'm gonna go
fire the mail room.

One onion bagel, slightly toasted,
light cream cheese.

I don't know if you know this,
but the space underneath your desk

is very good for hiding
in the fetal position.

I can stand guard if
you wanna give it a try.

I'm--I'm fine, Betty. Really.

Okay, then. There is a swimsuit
casting session at 10:00.

I'm assuming you wanna go.

Wilhelmina can take that.

What? Daniel, no.
You love casting sessions.

Hotties...

Big boobs.

Please don't ever
say "boobs" again.

I've just--I've been
gone for a few weeks.

I--you know, got a lot to catch up on.
I'm fine, really.

Okay, but eat something...

please.

God, he's in so much pain.

Oh, he's fine.

No, he's not.

He turned down going
to a modeling session.

We gotta get him
back on the horse.

Trust me. He spent the last two
weeks riding every horse in Rio.

I'm talking about building
up his confidence again.

He doesn't have a
confidence problem.

Well, there was this one time,
but he was really drunk--

Okay, stop.

8:00 p.m. tonight--
put it on his schedule.

I'm gonna get Daniel
a new horse to ride.

That didn't sound as
dirty in my head.

Ooh, somebody like Jennifer
Aniston would be amazing.

Betty, fixing up Daniel is not part
of your job description, is it?

I know, I know.
I just feel so guilty.

What about Tara Reid?

Lovely-- dinner with Tara Reid,
breakfast at the free clinic.

Mm. You're right.

Oh! Gisele--I wish I
could make that happen.

Gisele would make Daniel
forget about Sofia.

So do it.

What do you mean, "so do it"?

It's Gisele. It's not like we
go to the same laundromat.

Don't be such a numpty.
You phone her representative

and you arrange a dinner date.

Celebrities do that?

Where do you think Tom and
Katie hooked up? Church?

Hey, that's beautiful.
Who made that?

Little magic sewing mice.

They're very good.
Now go on. Run along.

Go and fix up your date,
you wee pimp.

No... this is one of your designs,
isn't it?

It's gorgeous.

Do you think?

I'm submitting it for the
"Mode" show at fashion week--

"Ten designers to watch."

Oh, my god!
You're totally gonna get in.

It's gonna be the beginning
of your huge career.

Betty, settle.

I enter it every year.

There's thousands
of applicants,

and the one who
picks who gets in--

Wilhelmina.

Well, she'll die eventually.

No, she won't.

Papi! You are never gonna
believe what happened.

- You got a job?
- Better.

I got my own company--

"Grandma Suarez's cupcakes."

- What?
- Yeah!

I took some of your cupcakes
to the Roosevelt diner.

They flipped for them.
They wanna sell them there.

- My cupcakes?
- Yeah.

They need a hundred of them
by 5:00 a.m. tomorrow.

This could launch me in
a whole new direction.

I could be the
latina Mrs. Fields.

Come on, you've got work to do!

But grandma Suarez was
gonna watch his stories.

What's this?

It's your desk.

Ooh, it matches your muumuu.

Don't you just love?

- It has wheels.
- I know.

You can sell pretzels from
it during your break.

Hi.

I understand Daniel's back.

Yes, uh, Mr. Meade.
He is in his office.

Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

How was Brazil?

Good, yeah.
Just got a little too much tun.

Nice of you to come
back for fashion week,

since you are editor in
chief of a fashion magazine.

Yeah, wouldn't miss it.

You better not.

After all your bad
press recently,

you need to be out there
in a positive light.

And next time you think about
disappearing for two weeks,

maybe you could give
your mother a call.

Let her know you're not dead.

She's lost one son already.

Wow, so it's that easy.

Gisele looked at Daniel r�sum�
and she'll go out with him.

She's gonna do it.

Okay. So, um,
Daniel will meet her at 8:00

at the front street caf�
in Brooklyn Heights.

Great.

That stumpy troll is totally
trying to upstage me.

She set Daniel up
with a supermodel.

Well, stop her.

Wheel her little cart
right out the window.

And while you're at it,
push Daniel out, too.

Why would I do that?

'Cause it'll prove your
loyalty to Wilhelmina.

Oops. Did I say that
out loud? Good.

What?

Come here.

Oh, my god.

My hair looks terrible.

What is this?

In the next few days, something
big is going to happen at "Mode,"

and when it does,
Wilhelmina's going to be in charge.

And when she is,

these are the people
who are staying...

and these are the people
who get the Jimmy Choo.

- The what?
- The boot.

- What?
- Gone.

- Huh?
- Later skater.

I'm on the out list.

I've never been out.

That's what I'm saying. You have to
screw over Daniel in order to stay.

I can't do that.
Daniel gave me this opportunity.

This could be a real
stepping-stone for me.

It'll be stepping-stone
to the unemployment line!

You have to prove your
loyalty to the queen.

You?

Wilhelmina.

Gisele?

And--and me?

Just think--if you become a big power
couple, they'll call you "Gis-aniel."

But I don't wanna be
set up with anyone.

I'm--I'm--I'm not
there yet, Betty.

Daniel, I am just trying
to help you move forward.

A nice date will remind
you what a catch you are.

I don't have any
small talk left in me.

Okay, just picture it--
you and Gisele at a table by the window.

Someone tips off the paparazzi.

They show up,
take a few pictures...

Aren't there enough
pictures of me already?

No, not of the new you--
the--the confident Daniel Meade,

thriving on the arm
of a supermodel.

And who knows?

Maybe even Sofia will see them.

Well, I guess I do have to eat.

Yes! Okay!
Let's get you a new shirt,

'cause you're a little
orange around the collar.

If you need us,
we're in the closet.

Great.

Can you believe it?
He's asking Betty for dating advice.

That's like asking Britney
Spears for parenting tips.

Oh, I love her.

Back to you.

He will always
take Betty's word

over yours.

Right.

You wanna know
what team I'm on?

I'm on the team that's staying.

Yes.

It's totally ringing.

Hi. This is Betty from
Daniel Meade's office.

I'm so sorry for the late notice,
but could you please let Gisele know

that Daniel won't be able to
make it tonight? That's right.

Okay. We'll call back to reschedule.
Thanks. Bye.

The bitch is back.

Wait till Wilhelmina sees the
pictures in "Page Six" tomorrow--

Daniel Meade stood up in
front of the entire world.

Right this way, sir.

Here's your table.

Thank you.

Sir, did you want me
to get rid of them?

Uh, no, it's--it's fine.
My date'll be here any minute.

It's, uh, it's Gisele.

Model.

Supermodel.

Come on, Mrs. Lee. We gotta
"Wang Chung, party party" tonight.

One more batch,
we let you go home.

Ay, papi! It's not a Picasso.
It's a cupcake.

Let's move it!

Oh, my god.
I once had a dream like this.

Stop talking. Pick up a spoon.

Mom, I can't do this anymore.

My hand hurts,
and I have homework.

Okay, look. You're--you're mixing flour,
milk and sugar.

It's chemistry!

Psst. Psst.

Help us. I had a shooting
pain in my arm an hour ago,

and she told me to walk it off.

What?

Hilda, what are you doing?

It's my new business.

I was tired of losing out on all
these crap jobs to college graduates,

so I'm selling dad's cupcakes!

It's Herbalux out,
and grandma Suarez in.

Okay, you know that you cannot run
a real business out of our kitchen.

You need permits,
you need insurance--

Hey, you're not the only one
who gets to dream big, Betty.

Why don't you try
supporting me?

You know,
I got a kid to take care of.

Now if you will excuse me,
I have to go motivate my staff.

Hey, Daniel.

What do you mean
she's not there?

Well, it's only 8:05.
She'll be there.

Okay, okay, okay. Calm down.
I'll make a call.

Sir...

do you mind if I take this?

Uh, yes, actually, I do.

She'll be coming any minute.

Gisele... the supermodel.

Daniel.

Does he know what
Gisele looks like?

Please tell me she's
standing right behind you.

She's not coming.

What? Why didn't you call me?

And have you walk
out of here alone?

In front of them?

Now just take this and smile.

Why?

Because they don't need to know
you've just been stood up.

As far as they know, you're having
a harmless business dinner

with your adorable, witty assistant
to discuss her much-deserved raise.

This is exciting.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. No, no.

Yes! Okay, yes.

Oh yeah. No, no.

Yes.

Do you wanna do the honors?

You did the right
thing, Amanda.

Did the paparazzi see us?

Did we lose them?
Did we lose the paparazzi?

I love saying "paparazzi."
I feel so famous.

Yeah, they're gone.
They think we're in the town car.

They're gonna follow it
right back into the city.

Decoy. Nice move.

Oh, there's only one problem.

What?

We don't have a town car now.

It's fine. We'll hail a cab.

We could walk.
I mean, it's a nice night.

Not exactly in any rush to get
back to an empty apartment.

Okay.

Cool.

So how'd you enjoy the dinner?

I thought it was good.
The snails were pretty good.

- You liked them?
- Yeah.

Here. Have mine.

Whoa.

You know what?

I'm gonna buy you a slice.
Come on.

I could use a slice.

Did our smelly little friend
bring you the evidence?

I have it on my desk right now.

Now all we need is someone to
deliver it to the police--

someone who is not
connected direly to you...

I assume these will end up
on my desk again this year.

Doesn't hurt to apply, does it?

Christina, as much as
I'd love to help you,

there's only room for ten
up-and-coming designers for the show.

Oh...

this is somewhat, um...

interesting.

Really?

Because, well, I did try something
that was a bit different, so...

Last year your designs
were a bit too bohemian.

Your exact words were
"hippie hideous."

It's not just
about the designs.

Christina, it's
about the designer.

What do you mean?

Don't be afraid of
office politics.

Do favors for the right people.

You just might get
rewarded at the end.

Unfortunately, that is the
cruel reality in this business.

Okay, you can stop right there.

I know exactly how
you work, Wilhelmina.

Well, I'd rather make
it on my own. Thanks.

Admirable, but stupid.

It's too bad.
Those were your best designs yet.

But you are a
wonderful seamstress.

Volare

Whoa, oh

Cantare

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

You're thinking about her?

You know you're in bad shape when a
tone-deaf, karaoke-singing truck driver

reminds you of your ex.

I know this sound weird, but...

I actually think that in some ways,
you're pretty lucky.

I am curious to hear where
you're going with this one.

Daniel, you opened your heart.
You put yourself out there.

You were ready to
make that leap.

- Betty, come on--
- I mean it. I'm envious.

I wish I knew what
that felt like--

to find someone who makes you wanna
swim across the East River in january.

Yeah, but don't you
have that with, uh...

Walter.

No, no, I'm talking about,
uh, Henry--

the guy from accounting.

No, no, no.
He doesn't think about me that way.

Are you serious?

Betty, I've seen the way he looks at
you. Believe me, I know that look.

I mean, he's totally into you.

Number 34, you're up!

Oh! Wipe your mouth. That's us.

What are you talking about?

Did you sign us up?

It's half-off if you sing.

Yeah, but I'm rich.

They say we're young,
and we don't know

We won't find
out until we grow

Well, I don't know
if all that's true

'Cause you got me,
and, baby, I got you

Babe

I got you, babe

I got you, babe

They say our love
won't pay the rent

Before it's earned,
our money's all been spent

I guess that's so,
we don't have a pot

But at least I'm sure
of all the things we've got

Say hi to your husband.
Take him some cupcakes!

I got you, babe

I got you babe

I've got flowers

In the spring

I've got you

To wear my ring

And when I'm sad
you're a clown

and if I get scared
you're always around

I got you, babe

I got you, babe

I got you, babe

Papi!

I'm mixing. I'm mixing.

What time is it?

5:00 a.m.

Check it out--$180!

And the best part is,
they doubled our order for tomorrow.

We are officially in with
the Roosevelt diner.

$180? Let me run the
numbers by you, Hilda.

Materials, ingredients,
the new mixer...

this little money-making scheme
so far has set us back $230.

We are investing in our future.

Grandma Suarez's future involves
a pillow and a blanket.

No, no, no, no, no.
You cannot quit on me now.

I need this to work.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I'm exhausted.

Fine. Fine. You know what?

I will make the
cupcakes myself.

Mija, if you believe
you can do it,

I believe you can do it.

That green thing...

that's the oven.

Is it hot?

I can't believe I've never crashed
a wedding reception before.

What an amazing way
to get free cake.

And bridesmaids.

That blonde chick
was totally into you.

- You have to call her.
- Oh, yeah.

Promise me that you're
gonna call her.

- I'll say "boobs" again.
- All right, we'll see...

Maybe. Wow.

I'm not used to seeing the
city from across the river.

Really?

It's the only way
I've ever seen it.

Wow. It's almost as
good as a blizzard.

What do you mean?

You know, when the city stops,

and there's this silence and...

everything kind of sparkles.

Next time I can't sleep, I'm coming
right back to this exact spot.

5:00 a.m.,
I'll be on this bridge.

Call me. I'll meet you.

You know,
my brother used to do that--

stay up partying all night,

then he'd find some after-hours
in Chinatown and call me,

tell me to meet him there.

You don't really talk
about him very much.

I guess I don't really think
of Alex as being gone...

More like he's on some
endless trip around the world.

How did he...

He jumped out of a helicopter
to ski down mount Juno.

He found chairlifts tedious.

Well, I bet you
really miss him.

At least he died
the way he lived.

If there was no risk involved,
Alex wasn't into it.

So what's stopping you from
going after this Henry guy, hmm?

Oh, god. Please, Daniel.
It's not worth talking about.

Why not?

I don't feel like competing with a
model who weighs less than my shoes.

What model?

Aerin.

He kissed her at the Christmas party.
I saw them.

- Aerin.
- Your ex.

That's who you're
worried about?

She must have kissed six
other guys that night, Betty.

I mean, for her, it's like saying,
"where's my coat?"

Yeah, well,
it didn't look that way to me.

Fine. You can make excuses
if you want, but...

you're better than
any model, Betty...

much better.

Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs--
I need eggs.

I need more milk.

You're up?

I never went down.
I have a big order tomorrow.

Where were you?

All over. Brooklyn, mostly.

- With who?
- Daniel.

I met him for dinner, and the food
sucked, so he took me for pizza,

and then we just hung out.

Are you insane?

You went on an all-night
date with your boss?

No, it wasn't a date.

First you set your sights
on some guy in accounting,

and now you're chasing after a man whose
wristwatch costs more than our house!

It was a business dinner,
and you know what, Hilda?

Some people think it's
okay for me to aim high.

What's that smell?

Oh, my god!

Oh, I can't believe this!

The timer never went off!

Do you have a clean pan?
There's some batter here--

Oh, forget it! I can't even make
a freakin' batch of cupcakes!

I'm 30 years old.
I got no employable skills.

Everybody else went to college.
I had a kid.

- What are you trying to say?
- I don't know.

Look, don't get me
wrong. Justin...

Justin is the greatest thing
that's ever happened to me.

But sometimes

I can't help but wonder what my life
would have been like if I'd never--

Hilda, stop it.

You are an amazing mother.

Great.

How much does that pay an hour?

You're just going through
a transition period.

You needed this change.

You're gonna come out the
other side better than ever.

- Gotcha!
- Oh, Betty. Hey.

What are you doing here?

We're done with this.

You can't take the
stairs forever.

Don't be so smug. I'm not the only
one who's trying to avoid someone.

You know, I don't think I
want to avoid him anymore.

So if a woman didn't want to be
a seamstress her whole life,

what exactly would
she have to do?

You make it all
sound so unseemly.

I just have a small
favor to ask of you.

Drop this off at the
nearest police station...

anonymously.

What did you do with my cart?

Did you put it in
the men's room again?

You don't need it anymore.

This is your desk.

What?

Betty, it doesn't matter if
you're sitting in a chair

or a stool or a donkey.

You're Daniel's assistant...
his only one.

Really?

Yeah.

The only thing this one
and I have in common

is that we both
what's best for you.

I'd really like my
old job back...

with a raise, of course,
seeing that I am now way overqualified.

Well... okay.

Sounds fair.

Oh, and when you're done getting
settled, I would love a bagel.

That might take a minute.
I missed my chair.

Hey!

"Mode" magazine.
How may I direct your call?

And the evidence?

It's being delivered
as we speak.

Never underestimate
the power of ambition.

I never do.

Well?

Hmm... looks like that skiing
accident really paid off...

Alex Meade.

Alexis, darling.

It's Alexis now.