Original subtitles

Can I just say wow?

[laughs] Honestly,

that's the kind of medical attention

that I could get used to.

Trust me, this was entirely unprofessional.

But you did make my heart race in ways that are definitely

not FDA-approved.

Do doctors always talk about medical stuff

during moments like this?

[scoffs] God, no.

The doctor in me completely disappears

when I'm with someone.

Well, you can examine me anytime.

You sure about that?

What?

I mean, you were just rather quick to grab your phone.

Don't worry, I'm not about to post

"I just had mind-blowing sex with my father's doctor."

Not everything ends up on my feed.

That's not what has me concerned.

What's gay sex like?

I'm sorry, um, what?

I'm not trying to be messy.

It's for school.

The community college course I'm taking

over the summer, remember?

My goal is to get ahead of the game,

so when the purse line takes off

and I get too busy promoting the product, I'm good.

And the first assignment is human sexuality.

Don't you need parental consent for something like that?

Pop signed the paperwork.

Did he read what he was signing before he signed it?

No, not really.

He was on his first coffee.

[laughs softly] I could have been selling the house

and he wouldn't have noticed.

Typical politician.

- So... - No, no, no.

No. No.

If your pops is the one that signed the paperwork,

then he is the one that is going to do the Q and A.

But he's not here. He's out having dinner

with Great-Grandpa at the club.

Well, Vernon does like to eat early.

Uh, he should have been back by now.

Maybe something came up?

[man grunts]

MARTIN: Why are you talking to me?

What do you want? And who the hell are you?

Answer me.

Sir, I'm just doing my job.

If I've offended you in any way, I...

You can drop the Mister Rogers act.

Have we ever met before?

I don't think so.

I mean, it's possible. I see so many club members.

You do remember me, right?

And not from here.

? ?

Hey, babe. Sorry I missed you.

Okay, so, change of plans.

My client insists on meeting in person,

so it looks like I'll be enjoying overpriced salmon

at the club instead of those oxtails I was craving.

[phone chimes]

Oh, okay, so that was security letting me know

that he's here early.

But I will make it up to you, okay?

Love you. Bye.

Ashley.

I have been calling and calling.

- Why didn't you pick up? - I'm sorry.

I was knee-deep in work and I figured we'd talk later.

- What's... - It was important,

and your assistant wouldn't tell me where you were

until I bribed her with two spa tickets.

Okay, I will deal with her later.

- Tell me, what's wrong? - How the hell

could you let Derek propose to me?

More oxtails for me.

Look at you.

My man's finally about to level up.

Oh, come on, D.

I love Orphey Gene's,

but don't you want to propose to Ashley

at a fancier place?

- Doesn't matter anymore. - No, it does matter, bro.

Ashley's gonna remember tonight for the rest of her life.

She already said no.

What?

I did the proposal thing at Uptown.

All this time, I thought we were building something real,

but she looked at this ring like it...

it was a bomb about to go off.

Damn, that's cold.

- I'm sorry, bro. - Yeah, you're not the only one.

I mean, did she at least give you a reason why?

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

Hey.

There's my favorite supermodel.

- [laughs softly] - Mwah.

Ex-supermodel, although...

- I still got it. - Yeah, and then some.

You know, the camera never did do you any justice.

[exhales] Hey, uh, we need to talk.

Ooh.

Those four little words never lead to anything good.

Can we please skip to the part

where we just rip each other's clothes off?

You know I'd love to,

but, uh, I actually stopped by earlier,

and when you weren't here, I stopped by the guesthouse.

Oh, right. The girls are setting up shop.

Chelsea's purse empire in the making.

Yeah, and that's the thing.

I'm sure the way I walked in might have given away too much.

What do you mean?

I mean that Chelsea and Kat aren't stupid.

I'm sure they caught on.

Are you trying to tell me my daughter and niece

know we're sleeping together?

Would that be the worst thing in the world if they did?

So you're at a loss for words?

What do you want me to say?

That I'm cool with my daughter knowing that her mother

and cousin are having intimate interludes?

Come on, you-you know damn well that we're not blood-related.

You're making this way worse than it is.

Worse than Chelsea knowing I'm sleeping with someone

closer to her age than mine?

Age ain't nothing but a number.

- Still... - Check out the mirror.

Andre, people talk.

And you don't have to worry about ending up

on some messy gossip page.

When men date younger, it's high fives and cigars.

When we do it, it's side-eyes and prayer circles.

Since when did Dani Dupree start caring about what people think?

You're right. I don't care.

Unless my family's involved.

Nicole's going through a very rough time right now.

So rough that she wouldn't be happy for you?

That I'm sleeping with her nephew?

By marriage, Dani.

Andre, she was there the day you were born.

Okay, yeah, then maybe Aunt Nicole is gonna have

- an initial reaction. - Maybe?

She will probably never speak to either of us again.

I highly doubt that.

Look, you know this isn't about her.

This is about you.

You sound just like Pamela.

So you told her about us?

It slipped.

Don't act like you haven't humblebragged to somebody.

- Only to Ted. - You told Ted?

Hey, what can I say? It slipped.

So, Ted and Pamela know, Chelsea and Kat suspect...

Oh, no. Two people- maybe four people know?

We might as well tell the PR firm

to start our apology trail.

This is serious.

But it doesn't have to be.

Look, why don't we just stop hiding?

I'm not ready.

Fine.

You got a problem with me protecting what's private?

Not at all.

Unless it's... got something to do with Bill.

This has nothing to do with Bill.

He stopped having anything to say or feel about me

the moment he took off the ring I put on his finger.

What reason did Ashley give you?

Plural. She had plenty.

"I do love you, Derek. I do want to marry you, Derek."

Just not now?

But if not now, when?

Next year? Next decade?

When Mercury's in retrograde

or when the Lions win the Super Bowl?

Hey, but real talk, bro, at least she didn't say never.

Even if I could get past that, which I can't,

here's the craziest part:

Ashley said she felt like I was testing her,

that the whole proposal was some kind of loyalty check.

I mean, was it?

Okay, first of all, Derek is grown.

I couldn't stop him from proposing if I wanted to.

Even if you couldn't, taking him ring shopping?

- Are you serious? - He asked me for help.

Did you really expect me not to help the poor guy?

He was gonna buy you some discount ring

that would turn your finger green.

Tell me you didn't pay for it.

Oh, my God, Naomi. Tell me you didn't buy that ring.

What planet are you on right now?

Derek is too stubborn to accept help buying coffee,

and Jacob watches our accounts like a hawk.

- Thank God. - I just helped him

pick the ring out, is all.

Why would you do that?

I-I was trying to be a good friend.

But you're my best friend.

Did you honestly not know that this wasn't what I wanted?

Okay, let's-let's take this inside, okay?

I'm supposed to meet with a client, but I can cancel.

- Are you sure? - Yes. It's fine, okay?

This is more important.

- You are more important. - No, you know what?

I-I'm such a mess. I shouldn't go in there.

Ash, You look stunning.

And who knows? With all the wandering eyes,

maybe you'll get a few more proposals

before we get to the table.

- Not funny. - Sorry.

- Too soon? - Yeah.

I was just trying to lower the temperature.

Especially since some of the members here

can be a bit touchy.

[groans]

I need you to do something.

Like what?

Repeat after me.

"Let's see what color's your money."

Let's see what color's your money.

Say it again, louder.

Let's see what color's your money.

Say it like you're angry.

Come on.

Let's see what color's your money!

MAN: Let's see what color's your money.

You need anything else?

I really need to get back to work.

Thanks for the tip.

How's that fine suit-wearing behind of yours doing?

Burns like hell.

That table's not exactly memory foam.

Is making love on different surfaces part of the attraction?

'Cause you did promise me a bed the next time.

Well, where's your sense of adventure?

Don't say you're going soft on me already.

Just the opposite.

Hmm. So you have the stamina for another round?

Oh, I could go all night.

We could try out every surface in the room.

What's going on here?

Don't even try to play me for a fool

by lying.

Can we just cut the BS for one second?

You know this isn't about Kat or Chelsea, this is about you.

Since when are you the expert on what I'm thinking?

Since you practically admitted it to me the other night.

This is about Bill, Dani.

The way that he played you and broke your heart.

Well, damn. Why don't you pour some salt in the wound

while you're at it?

Listen, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings.

I'm just trying to understand why do we have to hide this,

this real connection we have?

You want the truth?

Well, damn...

not the way you just said it.

Dani, I don't want to say anything that is gonna

- make you sad, okay? - Yeah, you're good at that.

You're good at meeting me where I'm at

and letting me hide out in this caressing and kissing and sex.

So much wonderful sex.

- That's not exactly a hardship. - [groans]

Okay? The truth?

Yeah.

I'm scared.

I'm scared to get played again, and I am tired of men

making me feel like I'm not enough.

Men.

- So you're lumping me in with him? - Shouldn't I?

I didn't see what Bill did coming.

Why should I believe you when doing that in my marriage

nearly broke me?

Do you know what it is like to have the man

you built your life with look at you

like you're yesterday's news?

Dani, all that proves is that Bill is,

on top of other things, an idiot for letting you go.

And he's blind.

But, Dani, I see you, okay?

I really see you, and I'm not him.

I'm not gonna leave you for Hayley.

What would you want with that trashy, pregnant ho anyway?

[stifled laugh] Dani, come on.

Okay, maybe not Hayley.

But what about someone else?

Are you sure there's no other woman?

Maybe someone closer to your age,

who doesn't come with quite as much baggage?

NAOMI: I am so sorry, but something urgent came up.

Are we able to reschedule?

Perfect. Thank you so much for understanding.

Martin?

Martin! Hey.

Naomi, hi.

Hey, Ashley.

I'll meet you at the bar.

[panting]

NAOMI: Are you okay?

You don't seem like yourself.

Just the usual Capitol Hill circus.

You know how it goes.

Congress never sleeps.

How's, uh, Uncle Bill holding up?

He's, um, you know, pretending like nothing ever happened.

That man's ego is writing checks his blood vessels can't cash.

Hence, stroke, but he's getting stronger,

stubbornness aside.

That's, that's great.

You know, last time we talked,

you said that things at home could be better.

Are you sure there's nothing else going on with you?

Martin, whatever it is, I'm in your corner.

I always have been.

You know, I could...

Thanks for the offer, coz, but Ashley's waiting on you,

and Smitty's probably wondering where I've disappeared to.

Have fun.

Is Tyrell still at chess club?

Yeah, but he'll be back before curfew.

You know him, he's probably not leaving until he masters

some new chess strategy that gives him an edge.

Mm, that dedication will take him places.

Speaking of focus, junior year is coming up.

You ready?

As ready as I can be

for the academic Hunger Games.

[English accent]: May the curve ever be in my favor.

[chuckles]

I do want to make sure that being a spokesperson

doesn't get in the way of your studies.

[regular voice]: It won't.

And you want to know why?

Because I really want to help Chelsea and Kat do this.

I want to be a part of something so super cool.

I mean, this is major.

After kicking off the purse line,

Chelsea wants to design activewear,

and then I get to do what I really want to do,

which is model.

So I'm not gonna screw things up along the way.

Like Great-Granddad says, eye on the prize, right?

Come here.

"Eye on the prize," indeed.

It's not about privacy, Chelsea.

It's about presence.

What we just shared was personal, intimate.

And your first instinct is to check your socials?

I haven't posted in hours.

If I don't feed the beast,

the algorithm will do me dirty.

Every notification, every like is like a little dopamine hit

that keeps you coming back for more.

And I'm pretty sure what we just did

triggers the same dopamine response.

And I recall you coming back for more

several times, like I did.

There's a difference between natural rewards

and digital ones.

Seems like the doctor hasn't turned off her medical brain,

and she's asking me to turn off my influencer one.

It's not just about likes.

This is my work.

I like the way you say that word.

I can hear the pride,

the joy, the challenge, the obligation,

and the aspiration you bring to your work.

I feel the same way about neurology.

I mean, no delusions here, Doctor, I'm not saving lives,

but I'm just trying to have convos that make a difference.

Like, maybe a kid in Tulsa feels a little less lonely

because I hit him back on DM or...

maybe I gave a shout-out to a fellow influencer,

a stay-at-home mom who's got a lot going on at home,

and she goes viral and that helps boost

her custom jewelry sales.

Or maybe I make a comment to boost my followers

or just sell another purse.

But none of that happens unless I make it happen.

Without that, I never would have recognized you

at the bar that first night.

So you admit it. You were gazing at me.

- Say that I was. - That's what I'm saying.

And you wouldn't have been able to gaze back

if you were too busy typing.

So what I'm saying

is, sometimes the most important connections happen...

...when you put the phone down.

- Stay. - [sighs]

I have work in the morning.

[whispers]: Okay.

See you.

[sputters]

Damn.

God, what was I thinking?

What, did I order the wrong beers?

No, about the ultimatum.

"Marry me now or..." or what?

You know, I, I knew that's what I was doing deep down.

Why do you think you pushed it like that?

I just want some certainty, some stability in my life.

A plan.

A-a, a promise that I'm not wasting my time.

Listen, bro, love doesn't work like that.

Sometimes you got to let it breathe,

or you'll run that special someone off

- if she's not ready, - Well, why isn't Ashley ready?

There's something holding her back.

Like what?

I don't know, but I can feel it.

And she's not being honest about what it is.

Or who.

NAOMI: Okay, here we go.

Salt.

Lick your hand.

Shot.

Lime.

- [grunts] - Ooh.

Better?

No.

Ooh, but I am feeling a bit of a buzz.

[sighs] Three more of these, and maybe we can just forget

this whole disaster of a night ever happened.

I'm game if you are.

My God, Naomi,

I'm such a mess.

- I came at you like such a crazy person. - It's okay.

No, it's not. I ruined your meeting.

Showing up here, getting in your face,

acting like nothing could be more important

than what I was dealing with in that moment?

I never said any of that.

Yeah, but you were thinking it.

You're giving me that "Ashley's being extra" face.

- Don't lie. - Fine. Fine.

Then we both have something to apologize for.

Truth is, I had my doubts about Derek's timing, too.

You did?

Yeah, but he was gonna do it with or without my help.

But maybe I could have done more to have him stall

a little longer.

You should have seen his face.

Oh, God, he was so destroyed.

It was like I took his hopes and dreams

and I just set 'em all on fire.

Derek is tough, okay?

He'll manage.

But can I ask you something?

You might as well. It's the perfect time,

seeing as that tequila's basically

a truth serum in a shot glass.

I've known you forever, Ash,

and I could tell you weren't ready,

but what I can't figure out is why.

You are chewing on this like I asked you

to solve world hunger.

It's a simple question.

How many women are in your contacts?

Your reputation as a ladies' man precedes you, you know.

- Oh, does it now? - Come on.

A guy like you, you're like catnip in those apps.

Successful, charming.

That smile, you probably get whatever you want.

Okay, if I was as popular as you say I am,

that means I would have a lot of messages to respond to.

- Maybe. - Do you really think I have time to do all that?

If you have someone doing the heavy lifting.

You serious?

I have an influencer for a daughter.

I've read all about it.

A professional flirt, if you will.

Social media manager handling the Hinge,

Bumble, Raya, keeping all those plates spinning.

[laughs softly] Okay, this is getting interesting.

So you really thought this through.

Think about it.

They handle all the boring back-and-forth.

You just show up for the date and focus on the fun part.

Mondays in Miami, weekends in Los Angeles.

It's like a frequent flyer program,

and you have a roster in every time zone.

Even if that were true,

it would take quite a while.

Ever since we started this- whatever this is-

Dani, I haven't been fixated on any other woman but you.

Not even an Instagram fling?

Not even the DMs.

I wouldn't do you like Bill.

You believe me, right?

- I think I can get there, maybe. - Yeah?

Okay, well, that's as close to a yes as I'm gonna get.

So, how about we stop hiding

and we...

share our happiness with the world?

- Yeah. - H-How does that sound?

- Maybe it's time. - Yeah.

Maybe so.

[footfalls approach, door opens]

CHELSEA: Mom, you won't believe what I just...

Oh.

My bad for interrupting.

Actually, Andre was just leaving.

Yeah, um, I've actually got an early call with my agent,

so thank you for the business tip.

Anytime.

- Hey, Chelsea. - Mm-hmm.

[door opens]

- [door closes] - Okay, about me and Andre...

Mom, I think I'm in love.

[sighs]

You look like you need a hug.

Good seeing you, too, sweetheart.

Hey.

How was dinner with Vernon?

He had a lot to say, as usual.

Well, I should probably head out.

This human sexuality paper is not gonna write itself.

Human what now?

Yeah, I had the same reaction.

Oof.

Are you okay?

You just look like you went 12 rounds.

Just tired.

How did your interview go with Marcel Malone?

Ah, funny you should ask.

It was, um... interesting.

I thought you were doing a feel-good piece

on his retirement.

Well, you know me, I can't help but dig,

and I found some things about our illustrious detective

that didn't exactly end up in his highlight reel.

Like what?

Uh, it seems like he was involved with some shady things.

Did you ever hear anything about that?

MAN: Let's see what color's your money.

MARCEL: Get him the hell out of here.

SMITTY: Martin.

Martin.

You look like you could use this.

Okay, so who's gonna fill me in?

Exactly what did I walk in on?

All right, I'll confess.

Your wife was putting the screws to me.

DOUG: Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

She's demanding a fee for the laundering.

18%.

12 for her, six for you,

and I have to forgive your debt.

I got to hand it to her, your wife can be very persuasive

when she wants to be.

You mind excusing us?

Me?

Well, you don't see me talking to anyone else.

I need a minute alone with my wife.

You're kicking me out of my own casino?

Just the back room.

The rest of this dump is all you.

- Joey, he didn't... - Not now.

The men are talking.

You should know, I've put people in the hospital

for less disrespect than that.

Well, I have lost more money in this room

to buy it three times over.

I think that earns me at least

five minutes alone with my wife,

if that's okay with you.

Well, far be it from me to come between a man and his wife.

Mi casa es su casa.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you know what he could do to us?

Oh, now there's suddenly an us?

Despite how dangerous Armstrong is,

that doesn't stop you from wanting to hang out with him.

What is your problem?

I don't know.

Maybe my wife getting in bed with a criminal?

Making backroom deals with the devil himself?

You made this mess, Doug.

I'm just trying to clean it up.

ASHLEY: Derek and I, we just...

We just need more time.

Ashley, you and Derek have been dating

longer than some marriages last.

And we thought all that dating was gonna prepare us

for moving in together, but it was a disaster.

I mean, uh, Derek thought leaving his dirty dishes

in the sink overnight was just fine.

He turned my place into a bachelor pad.

I-I'm just...

- [groans] - Worried about rushing things?

How did you know?

[laughs]: Because you just told me.

Okay, no more tequila for you.

Okay.

Do you remember when Jacob and I went through the same thing?

Our newlywed growing pains?

You were there with wine and rocky road

when I thought we wouldn't make it.

- But that's different. - How?

Well, 'cause you and Jacob are meant to be together.

And you and Derek aren't?

- [sighs] - Okay, help me understand something,

because from where I'm sitting,

these are sounding like excuses and not reasons.

I don't know what you want me to say.

I want you to be honest with me.

Is there someone else?

So, what do you think Ashley isn't telling you?

Hey, what's going on, fellas?

I did not expect to see you here tonight.

Funny how the universe works.

What brings you by?

I've been craving oxtails all day,

and nobody does it like Orphey Gene's.

Listen, man, I heard about what happened,

and I'm-I'm sorry.

Sorry about what, exactly?

Ashley told me about the proposal

and how things kind of went sideways.

Of course she did.

Seems like Ashley tells you a lot these days.

Hold up.

You're in love?

Like head over heels, butterflies in the stomach,

like that Ella Mai-SZA-Beyonc� medley of love.

That serious, huh?

The kind where you can't scroll through Instagram

without seeing something corny that makes you think about them.

You didn't go back to that whole Allison situation, did you?

Oh, God, no, Allison is in the rearview.

Good. So, someone new?

Well, I can't wait to meet her.

I know we've talked about it before,

but are you sure you're okay with me being so fluid?

Let me remind you, Chelsea, that I spent my misguided youth

in an industry where everyone sees and does everything.

I know, but isn't it different with your own kid?

Maybe for some mothers. But this one?

[scoffs] Love is love, period.

I learned that from your Aunt Nicole.

Are you telling me that Auntie played for both teams, too?

[laughs]: Oh, goodness, no.

I am referring to Martin coming out.

Nicole showed so much grace.

She just wanted to see her baby happy

and she was touched that he was open with her.

It didn't hurt that Smitty treated her son like gold.

Those two are made for each other.

Talk to me.

Those dreams I've been having?

We thought those were gradually going away.

They're not.

What does this have to do with Marcel Malone?

MARCEL: Get him the hell out of here.

I don't understand.

We're talking about Detective Malone,

and now you're bringing up your dreams?

They're not just dreams anymore.

They're coming to me while I'm awake.

Like walking nightmares.

Babe.

Come here.

That sounds terrifying.

It is.

In these hallucinations, what do you see?

Nothing specific.

Just bright lights and voices that I can't make out.

So you're hearing things now, too?

It's all a bunch of jumble.

It's probably just brought on by stress.

- I'll take something to help me sleep. - No. No.

No.

You are not going to minimize this again.

There is something you're not telling me,

and I want to know what it is right now.

Look at me.

I'm your husband and I love you.

If you know what these dreams mean, you need to tell me.

I haven't even told my husband.

What if I get caught up in this and something happens to me?

Smitty and I have teenagers.

This is how we protect them.

Everyone you love.

Silence.

I don't know what they mean.

I wish I did.

You have been having these dreams for a while now, Martin,

and they've progressively gotten worse.

And now they're full-blown hallucinations?

How much longer do you have to spiral

before you get some real help?

I can handle this.

Do not give me that strong man BS.

Not with me and not in our house.

I've seen you wake up

from a cold sweat, hyperventilating.

I held you while you shook.

Well, what do you suggest I do?

I want you to get help.

Real help.

I saw my mom earlier.

From someone other than your mother.

Okay. I'll do it.

As soon as things clear up at work.

Make time.

Because if you don't, I swear to God,

I will find a shrink and I will drag you there myself.

Martin and Smitty are such great role models.

They are relationship goals,

- but I'm not a carbon copy of them. - Right.

I'm still figuring all this out, anyway.

Labels are very old-school anyway.

All I know is, I've never felt this way

with anyone.

Any guy, any girl. [stammers]

It feels like I've been underwater

and I've finally come up for air.

What's so special about this woman?

[scoffs] Only everything.

The way she talks about her patients,

how passionate she is about work,

uh, the way that she gets a little crease right here

in between her eyebrows when she's concentrating.

That's beautiful, baby, but you haven't dropped a name.

It's Madison.

Your father's doctor. I knew it.

- What? How? - Oh, at least I suspected.

I could tell that there was something going on

in that hospital room the other day,

but I didn't know it was because you and Madison were dating.

Well, we weren't. At least not back then.

I had just met her the day before.

Mm, that's still rather quick, honey.

I know it's quick, but it's real, Mom.

Of course I'm happy for you.

But that last relationship left some scars,

and sometimes when we're hurt, we rush into things

and it only makes matters worse.

It's not like Ashley came running to tell me.

I heard it from Naomi, and I thought you guys

were gonna be at the Uptown popping champagne bottles.

- So you came to celebrate 'em? - Damn right.

I wanted you both to know how much I was happy for you.

If it means anything, Ashley was torn up about it.

The girl really loves you, man, for real.

Then why'd she turn me down?

Yeah.

I'm-a head out.

ANDRE: Come on.

Damn, man. I really feel bad for him.

Do you?

[scoffs]

What are you saying, Naomi?

You think I could really cheat?

Of course I don't.

But sometimes our heart pulls us to places we don't expect.

- Well, not in this case. - I'm just asking

if, maybe even theoretically,

there might be somebody that you have feelings for.

Somebody that is making you hesitant

about spending the rest of your life with Derek.

- Nobody comes to mind. - Ashley,

all the secrets we've kept, all the tears we have shared,

you know if you tell me anything, it stays between us.

You've got some nerve accusing me

of going behind your back when all this time

you've been lying straight to my face.

- Vanessa... - "Late-night surgery" my ass.

You've been in this room night after night

bleeding money to Joey Armstrong.

I thought I could handle it.

I thought I could win back the money

without you ever having to find out.

Well, that's not what happened, was it?

Everything makes sense now.

Why you were pushing yourself to work so hard,

how you got injured.

Hell, even Shanice tried to warn me.

I can't deny it.

I've got a problem.

Well, now it's my problem, too.

And I'll be damned if I let Joey have his way with me.

You sure you haven't already?

Mind if I rejoin the happy couple in my casino?

Man, your timing is something else.

We were just talking about your little arrangement.

Oh, so we're all on the same page?

Well, I don't know about that.

What kind of husband would I be

if I allowed you to have your jollies at our expense?

20% seems more reasonable.

And we're splitting it down the middle.

I think that's more appropriate for a marriage,

since we're all sharing these days.

I think that's fair.

Well, whatever works for the family.

Bet.

So, what are the specifics exactly?

How are we gonna make this work?

Are you sure you have time for that, Doc?

What with all those surgeries you always have scheduled?

Oh, I'll make time.

With everything that I know?

You want to keep me real close.

Look, Naomi, I love Derek and only Derek.

[sighs] Derek.

There's nobody else.

If you say so.

Why wouldn't I feel bad for Derek?

He's good people.

No reason.

You are going to love Madison once you get to know her.

At the rate you're moving,

I'm sure I won't have to wait very long.

- Very funny. - No, seriously,

you should bring her over for dinner.

The whole family can meet her.

And then you can bring your new boyfriend.

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