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There's no better feeling than having found the perfect man.

Which is exactly when you start to wonder,

"When's this idiot gonna lock me down?"

Okay, weirdo.

And the hunt for a sign that he's buying an engagement ring

is on!

Excuse me, Miss?

Yes? Have you seen this man

purchase an engagement ring?

Mmm-mmm. Damn it.

If it's possible, try to check his credit card statements.

Damn it.

In the end, you just might have to get a little creative.

"Forever Stones?"

I'm getting engaged!

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That's it, Gigak. That's it.

The baby's almost turned.

Just make sure that your pressure is firm

and consistent like when you're trying to convince your boyfriend

to do a couples' costume.

- Focus. Focus. - Doctor Lahiri?

Yeah? In my office.

Now!

Ooh! Okay, okay.

Am I in trouble? Is it because I might have lost

a Press-On nail in that woman? Because I... No, Lahiri.

I want to talk to you.

Over these past few months you've proven yourself

to be a very gifted teacher.

I love those little sons of bitches.

Which is why I've recommended you

for The MacMillan-Dow Teaching Fellowship at Stanford.

Me? You.

Stanford? Yes.

But, Jean, that's for the smart kids.

You will go there. You will learn the latest

infertility techniques for eight months.

You will return and teach them here.

Wow, Jean... You believing in me...

I hope it doesn't go to my head.

So, that's a "yes."

I want to say yes.

I really do, it's just...

I think my boyfriend is about to propose to me

and I don't want to do anything that's gonna spook him

before I can sink my fangs into his little neck.

You know what I'm talking about.

You just let me know.

Lahiri... Yeah?

Stanford is an incredible opportunity.

I know. Can you imagine being tan in February?

Just kidding. But I mean seriously can you imagine?

Out, Lahiri. Yeah.

Hey.

"Slumlord Thousandaire,"

I got your rent check right here.

I didn't even write "for sex" on the memo line.

Wow. You know I'm not an easy man to impress,

unless I'm watching a magic show,

but honestly I'm impressed.

Pete, you're really maturing.

Yeah? Are you impressed enough to maybe set me up on a date?

You know what, I might have a girl for you, actually.

It does not have to be an "A."

It could be a "B" with "D's." A "D" with "B's."

Okay, shut up before I change my mind.

Okay. It's my friend, Jessica.

She's a good girl. She's a beautiful girl. She's a doctor.

Uh-huh.

There is one small thing. Small.

Is it a penis?

Because if it is based on the size

I might be able to work around it.

You can? You couldn't?

Look, Jessica has this condition,

one of those things that Mindy watches in the reality shows.

Is she, like, a real housewife or a toddler with a tiara or a river monster?

Because none of those things seem like deal breakers to me.

I just... She's a, uh...

She's a hoarder.

Oh. Okay. Okay, but recovering.

You guys are both works in progress, so...

It's a little weird.

Can I have her number?

I'd give it to you, but she's got, like, 10 phones.

It's a whole thing. She'll find you.

She'll find me? I like that. Yeah.

Everyone, I'm happy to announce that Shulman and Associates

is once again hosting its annual holiday party.

Oh, my God. Just call it whatever you want to call it.

Christmas party! Yeah!

However, unlike past years,

this year's party shall be an elegant affair.

Ooh! Ooh!

Elegant? Does that mean I can't wear my mistletoe belt?

Yeah, what gives, Jeremy?

Christmas isn't about elegance.

It's about a quiet night when the king was born,

the Prince of Peace.

Shut up, Linus. I want a party

where I can choke down my champagne and caviar!

Yeah!

The truth is, Lauren has it in her head

that I've recently grown distant.

So, I've invited her neurosurgery colleagues to join us.

What? Ugh!

Why would you do that?

Neurosurgery? Yeah, you know.

First of all, it's definitely going to be a holiday party now.

Amen, sister.

Excuse me?

A rather Semitic group.

That's not anti-Semitic to say they're Semitic.

We welcome, Jews.

Second of all, those stupid neurosurgeons

think they're better than all of us.

- It's because they are. - How?

The brain has no nerve endings!

You poke a brain, who cares?

You poke a vagina you're gonna hear about it!

Right? Amen, sister.

You know what, bump this. I'm out.

Fine. More goose for us!

Hey, everyone, calm down.

Dr. C's under a lot of stress

because he's my Secret Santa

and he has this pressure to give me a great gift,

- which he should. - Oh, Morgan,

Dr. C told me to give you this.

Merry Christmas.

Batteries? Oh, for my battery collection.

Why are we doing this now?

I'm actually happy that Danny's gone

because I'm his Secret Santa and I don't know what to get him.

Golf balls. No, that's for white people,

Danny's Italian.

Meatballs. I'll just eat them.

So you were able to change the setting, right?

But the stone is still the first one?

Perfect, that's perfect. Thank you so much.

Yeah, I can't wait to show my girlfriend tonight.

All right. Well, thank you so much.

Mindy! Mindy!

Hey, Jessica! Congratulations.

I heard you cleared out your entryway and you found

$5,000 in uncashed paychecks, very cool.

Yeah, it was hell.

But my therapist says,

"You do not need 12 broken printers,

"and you're not going to give them to your kids someday."

Can I have the printers?

No. I mean, what am I saying?

I don't even know how to print anything.

Hey, Danny is setting me up on a date

with his friend Peter.

But when I ask if he's cute,

Danny just turns red and says he can't tell with guys.

Okay, I'm going to picture him without his personality.

Whoa, Peter might be hot.

Okay, I can't tell. I'm too close to it,

but he is eating popcorn on the sofa in the lounge.

Thanks.

Uh, can I have some?

It's mostly just kernels left.

Oh, God, no one likes the kernels.

I'll throw it out for you.

I'll see you, Doc. Later, man.

Be good.

Ah! Oh, my... Oh!

It's just kernels, you don't want any.

I'm Jessica, I...

Sorry, this is kind of weird.

But I think we're supposed to go on a date.

Whoa!

Yeah, I don't think so.

You're a beautiful angel

and I'm Wreck-lt Ralph.

No, no, no, I'm Danny's friend.

He's setting us up. Did he not tell you?

What the hell are you talk...

Oh, my God.

You're his Secret Santa gift!

Uh... This is so much better

than that stupid dance he gave Dr. L last year.

And the batteries!

He kept it under 10 bucks. I accept.

Mindy, I've been thinking a lot about the future.

And that's why I wanted this special dinner tonight.

Mindy Lahiri, I finally pulled the trigger.

I bought a burial plot!

What? Forever Stones.

Excuse me? Yeah, it's Carrara marble.

They changed the setting so it's looking over Fresh Kills.

Check it out. It's beautiful. I'm psyched.

Huh. Uh-huh.

Twin burial plots is kind of romantic.

Oh, no, it's... It's just for me.

I didn't know how your religion handles this kind of stuff.

Don't they let the river just take care of it?

Can I have a dessert menu, please?

Jean? Jean? I accept the fellowship!

It's a fellowship. You need to apply.

Jean, I'm applying for the fellowship!

Good, it's due tomorrow by 5:00.

Do you want me to do it or not, Jean? Come on.

Of course, but it requires

three recommendations and a personal essay.

What does Danny think about this?

I haven't told him.

He has a way of talking me out of things.

If it wasn't for him, I'd be covered in Simpsons tattoos.

Be strong, Lahiri.

A woman's career and ambitions

don't age well on a shelf.

Put them away because you want to,

but not because you think you have to.

You are so wise.

Why you wasting time in medicine?

You should be a life coach on The Biggest Loser.

You're home, help me out with this tree.

Hey, where's my Rihanna Christmas tree topper?

A Christmas tree is no place for exposed breasts!

You're lucky I let you put up that wreath.

Wreath Witherspoon? This is the nicest thing in your apartment.

Mmm-hmm. Hey, do you have Dr. Ledreau's phone number?

Yeah, you bet. Anyone dating my mom,

I'm going to do a full background check on that guy.

I know what he eats for breakfast... Eggs.

Why? Why do you want it?

I am applying for a fellowship at Stanford.

I want him to write my recommendation.

I don't want to email with him because, you know,

emailing with old people is such a nightmare.

Wait, what'd you say? Stanford?

That's in California.

It's not even the shallow, materialistic part you love so much.

Why would you want to do that? What about us?

Well, Danny, you're the only reason I considered not applying.

But, you know, we're not married, we're not engaged,

this is the only time I could go.

It's a great opportunity for me.

I would invite you but the boys in the Castro,

they would eat you alive.

Yeah, they would.

It's only eight months. I'll be back in time to ruin football season for you.

Okay. Thank you.

Eight months?

She's doing what?

Why would Mindy go to Stanford?

She hates not being the only Asian in the room.

Yeah, but it's a great opportunity for her, okay?

And, like, she said we're not married.

She said that to you? Yeah.

Mindy doesn't want to go to Stanford.

I'm sorry, I can't believe I missed this.

What? Buddy, you're in a proposal trap.

Stop! Look, Mindy's not going to move from a blue state

to an even bluer state just to get me to propose.

We all read her diary.

We know she wants to be engaged by Christmas.

Oh, man.

I'll have to pawn my grandmother's wheelchair

to pay for it, but what a date!

This is you. This is your apartment building.

I had a great time with you tonight. Yeah.

I kind of want to invite you upstairs

but I'm really embarrassed about my apartment.

I live with my grandmother and 40 dogs.

Come on up. Yeah!

That's what I'm talking about.

I don't get how hoarder is a bad thing.

Why would you be embarrassed by this place?

It's like living inside of a catalog.

And you have a mountain of catalogs.

I can't believe after all the stories I've heard,

I slept with Peter Prentice.

Ah, Danny. Say, I'm working on this recommendation

for Dr. Lahiri and I'm wondering if you know

any adjectives other than "Indian."

I'm stumped. You know what,

don't waste your energy, Dr. Ledreau.

I don't think she's serious about Stanford.

And I'd prefer to please her, especially

if there's a possibility of her following

through on any of those threats.

Look, Mindy gets excited and she jumps into things

for the wrong reasons.

She ran for city council

just to get more trans fats in her food, so.

I see.

Dan, you're a good man. Thank you, sir.

Worried about Mindy's wellbeing.

In my day we didn't care about women's feelings.

Are we better now? I don't know. Maybe.

Regardless, no recommendation?

I would say don't write it. It's fine.

Yeah, it's fine. Got it.

Dr. Reed, are people allowed to give toasts tonight?

I have some heartfelt holiday thoughts.

You know what, Beverly, that would be nice.

I've got some things to say about Israel.

You brought this upon yourself. Rats!

Let that be fair warning to you all.

This is an elegant party!

Riffraff shall not be tolerated!

That said, have fun.

Doc, the girl I'm dating thinks I am someone else so I couldn't bring her

so I used my plus one for Cousin Lou.

Whoa. Uh. I'm going to need a plus eight.

God, I've got to get a doorman.

Together, it's... It's 10.

Oh, look, Dr. Ledreau just emailed.

I bet it's my recommendation.

God, I'm going to Palo Alto.

I've never actually been that close to a billionaire

in person before.

Oh, no, Danny. Do you think one of them might try to

Fifty Shades of Grey me?

There's one shade of grey.

Grey.

Well, I'm going to go read the letter.

I'm so excited I'm getting physically turned on!

Okay.

Oh, come on. A Christmas hug! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Merry Christmas. Hey, hey, guys.

Oh, kissing?

Surprise! I hope it's okay that I'm here.

Hi, I'm Jessica.

Hmm. "Jessica," Jessica? Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, Jessica. You need to come with me

because you never told me

how The Hobbit ends.

So the girl Danny picked for me is dating you,

but thinks you're me? Yes.

And it only took you 20 minutes to understand that.

Please help me.

I'm fighting two urges here.

Date a smart, beautiful woman,

I have earned through self-improvement.

Or, help a bro get a girl by lying.

You should know we slept together.

She's all yours, Peter. Thank you, Morgan.

Hey, you're missing the party.

We rely on you to drink the eggnog.

You okay?

Dr. Ledreau didn't write my recommendation.

Okay.

It's because he thought

other people were more deserving.

That sucks.

I just. I just wish I knew what I did wrong.

You didn't really want to go, did you?

Of course I wanted to go, Danny.

I wanted to go so badly that I was willing to be away from you.

I was just excited to show people

what I was capable of,

but it doesn't matter. The deadline's over. It was stupid.

Stanford will just be another dead professional dream

like being an astronaut or an African dictator.

Okay, I need to be cheered up.

Gonna go get some eggnog.

I'm so happy Danny set me up with Peter.

Peter, I didn't know you were dating someone.

That's great. It is great.

It is great. That I, Peter Prentice,

has found someone.

Yes, yes, you did, Dr. Prentice.

And I am Dr... 1-2-3-4-5.

What? Could I, uh...

Maybe speak to the two of you real quick.

She thinks that I am Morgan and that Morgan is me,

so we're just going to play along, okay?

No, no, no, Peter, this is... Fun.

Fun. It's lots of fun. Yeah.

Hey! Hi!

Everyone, good? Yeah.

Yeah.

Everyone, excuse me? I have something to say.

Sorry, this will only take like 45 minutes.

Okay.

Danny, this year I was lucky enough to have you for Secret Santa.

I may not have a fellowship.

But I do have a "fellow"

with whom I share the "ship."

Oh, man. I'm just going to press play.

The year was 1974.

In a tiny Catholic hospital in Staten Island,

Daniel Alan Castellano entered the world.

Danny was a wonderful baby.

That's my ma.

He's going to make some Catholic woman

- a wonderful husband. - Okay, cut.

Through the years, Danny overcame such obstacles

as poverty, size-ism and skank addiction,

to graduate from medical school.

Uh, what do I say about Dr. C?

He makes me want to be a better nurse.

I mean imagine that, me...

Oh, boy. Morgan Tookers,

a great nurse

wanting to be an even better nurse.

Dr. C?

Well, he's a way better doctor than me.

What the hell is going on? Your name is Morgan?

He's also an ex-con who lives with his grandma.

Damn it!

How did you get out? I wiggled.

Jess! Jess, I want to...

What can I say about Danny?

- He's my best friend. - What?

Meant every word, pal.

I have to go find Jessica. Uh, excuse me.

Danny and I used to hate each other,

over time that changed.

But it wasn't until I went to Haiti

and I got this letter that I realized how much.

"Mindy,

"I'm still surprised that you like getting these letters,

"but I'm glad because I like writing them.

"I wouldn't say I miss you,

"but it hasn't been the same without you here.

"Fine, I miss you. But don't let it go to your head.

"Your friend, Dan."

Guess what? It went to my head.

Over the years Danny has sent me many letters

appreciating my work, all very kind.

Some too kind, in a way that chilled me to the bone.

He wanted me to make a film about Staten Island.

It was adorable coming from a little kid

but the letters didn't stop.

By 1998, I was like, "Get a life, nerd."

But still the letters came.

He hated it.

Uh, I... I liked it.

I thought we had good on-screen chemistry,

which makes me think that we would bang good.

God!

Ma!

What?

I need your engagement ring.

Ma, I didn't know what I was doing when I tanked her fellowship.

Proposing is the only way to make things right.

How? No, no.

Danny, you want to make it right

you got to give Mindy what she really wants.

Aw, no, Ma... A boob job?

She'll go too big. I'll never get the shape I want.

No, you gagoots! You got to try to get her into that fellowship.

Ma, of course.

Get her into the fellowship.

You're right. She's always right.

Ma, if I could marry you I would!

You stop being weird! Go! Okay.

Go! Go!

Jessica! I'm sorry!

I didn't mean to deceive you!

Except for the part about me not understanding

what dogs are saying, I do.

That is true!

Jessica! What are you doing here?

Uh...

Just chillin'.

Uh, no, I came here to see you.

I didn't know that you thought I was Peter

until the date was over.

I don't know. I'm a mess.

I just bought a 50-pound bag of kitty litter.

I don't even have a cat.

I literally don't have room in my life

for a boyfriend I can't trust.

Okay, I... I don't want to be your boyfriend...

Yet. 'Cause I don't deserve it.

I just want us to start over from the beginning

just two strangers

deeply in love with each other

and just see where that goes.

Total honesty?

Total honesty.

Total honesty?

I farted.

Why don't we go with partial honesty?

Okay.

Hey, Lauren!

Hey! Before you go,

I just wanted to give you this.

I know Henry is a big fan of trucks,

so I got him a truck.

Thank you so much. Yeah, yeah. No problem.

Merry Christmas.

Well, technically, it's, "Happy Hanukkah."

Oh, that's right! I forgot that you were a fellow soldier...

In the war on Christmas.

Yeah, you hate Christmas. I forgot.

Well, Happy New Year. Happy New Year.

- Good night. - Good night.

Dr... Dr. Castellano? What are you doing here?

What's this?

Are all the men from your church still at the office?

No, this is an all-female living nativity.

Everybody? Yeah.

The shepherds?

The little drummer boy?

No men allowed. You're ruining it.

Aren't you cute?

Why are you even here?

Sorry, look, I got Mindy's application.

Three recommendations and I wrote the last one.

Well, that is very unselfish of you Dr. Castellano.

Are those the three wise women?

Yes. Okay, I got to get out of here.

This is basically witchcraft.

What is wrong with you?

Oh, ah, oh, what is this?

It's very hot. Let's get down to business.

How much am I getting paid for this?

You will be paid nothing, Morgan.

Don't stop it. I loved it.

Yeah? You loved it so much that you left the party early?

I left the party early

to get this.

"Dear Officers of the Admissions Committee.

"Doctors are competitive. Doctors are selfish..."

Doctors tend to think of compassion

as a liability not an asset,

which is what makes Dr. Mindy Lahiri

so truly exceptional among her peers.

Her passion to help is a constant reminder

of why we all first wanted to practice medicine.

Of all her skills, her most impressive

is her single-minded devotion to those in her care.

Her only flaw that I can think of,

is that sometimes she doesn't realize

what a great doctor she really is.

What does it say?

I got in. You got in?

You got in! You got in.

Oh!

"Sincerely, Dr. Dan Castellano."

Merry Christmas, baby.

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