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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.

(sighs) Maybe we should
postpone it a week.

Open it.

Thank you.

MITCH:
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.

DONNA:
"Next Wednesday,

movie with Mitch at 8:00."

MITCH: 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.

(laughs)

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.

(chuckles)

(sighs) 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?

(chuckles)
I certainly hope so.

(Matt chuckles)

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.

(Matt sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 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. ♪

STEVE:
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.

(sighs)
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.

(sighs)

MAN:
Sign here and here.

You're officially a corporation.

(Dylan sighs)

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?

DYLAN:
Camille?

ACCOUNTANT:
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.

DONNA (sighs): 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?
- DONNA: 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.

(indistinct chatter,
tools whirring)

NOAH: 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.

(sighs)
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.

(Noah laughs)

Yeah, well, we can always dream.

Yeah, right.

(phone rings)

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?

NOAH:
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.

(Noah chuckles)

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

I'm in jail, Noah.

Please get me out of here.

DONNA:
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.

(both chuckle)

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.
- (both chuckle)

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

- Hmm.
- (phone rings)

Hold on.

Hello.

Hi, Dad.

No.

- (over phone): Sorry. -Uh...
no, I understand, of course.

Maybe the next time
you come into town.

Yeah.

(phone beeps)

- 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.

- (Janet chuckles)
- 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.

(Madeline fussing)

What?

I know.

MATT:
I appreciate you

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

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

(chuckles)
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.

TOM:
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.

(Kelly chuckles)

Thank you.

For what?

(sighs)

For never disappointing me.

I'm taking you out tonight.

Okay?

Oh, there's one problem
with that.

- Hmm?
- Who's Amy?

Amy? Um... (chuckles)
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.

NOAH:
Did you sleep at all?

Yeah. I guess.

Mm.

(Noah exhales)

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.

(sighs) 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.

(voice breaks):
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.

(sighs)
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.

(sighs)

- 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.

(chuckles):
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?
- (Madeline fussing)

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!

(sighs)

(Ellen sighs)

I hate these meetings.

Yeah, I used to, too.

(sighs) 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.

(laughs): 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.

(sighs)

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?

DONNA:
Nice? Are you kidding?

Camille's gonna be
the next Cindy Margolis.

(laughs)
Donna.

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.

(quietly):
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!

NOAH:
It just hurts, you know?

I see so much of myself
in Ellen.

(sighs) 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.

OTHERS:
Hi, Mike.

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

OTHERS:
Hi, Ellen.

(rock music playing)

STEVE (chuckles):
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.

(Donna sighs)

I don't think I am, either.

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

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

(groans):
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?

(chuckles):
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.

(Camille sighs)

Thanks.

Oh, you're welcome.

Here you go, hon.

Oh, thank you.

DYLAN:
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.

(cheering, applause)

(Camille whoops)

Can we have a drumroll, please?

- (drumroll)
- Thank you.

(cheering, whooping
and whistling)

(computer trilling)

(rim shot)

(cheering, applause)

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

My pleasure.

- (electronic clack)
- MAN: No way.

(crowd murmuring)

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.

(sighs)

It's not too late
to make things right.

(sizzling)

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.
(gasps) Mine!

Your daddy taught me that.

(sighs)

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!

- (sighs)
- 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.

(Janet scoffs)

What?! It's just money!

That is exactly
what ticks me off.

- (Steve sighs)
- Where are you going?

I have dibs on the office.

You and Maddy work at home.

(Madeline jabbering)

(door opens)

Don't you look at me
like that.

(door closes)

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry about last night.

(sighs)
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.

- (Donna laughs)
- 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?

(sighs)
I'd like to take his

mouse pad and...

Never mind.

(both laugh)

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

Did you make up with Camille?

No, not yet.

You smell good.

Hmm.

(both laugh gently)

CAMILLE:
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.

CAMILLE: 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.

DYLAN:
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...

(giggles) "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.

- (gasps)
- For your recent

victory and, um,

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

- (Ellen laughs)
- I'm proud of you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

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

(laughs)

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?

(sighs)

Do you ever have a conversation
without talking about steps?

(laughs)

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?!

(sighs)

♪ 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.
- (Kelly laughs)

Pipe down, champ.

What, did you forget
about Amy already?

Amy wasn't exactly, uh,
girlfriend material.

(laughs)
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...

MATT:
And I'll tell you.

Um, see,
what happened was this.

Um... (clears throat)

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.

DYLAN:
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.

(Matt laughs)

Sorry.

(sighs):
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.

(exhales heavily)

(gate latch clicking)

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.

DONNA:
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.

(Donna chuckles softly)

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.

(chuckles)

Did she just think...?

Yeah.

(both chuckle)

(engine stops)

Okay, here we are.

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

Over there.

Pink jacket.

(Noah laughs)

(kids laughing, chattering)

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?

(sighs)

Let's just go.

Okay? Please?

Yeah. Sure.

(engine starts)

(quiet knocking)

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.

(sighs)

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,

(voice breaking):
thanks for having the guts

to do it in person.

(gate opens, closes)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.
- MATT: 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.

(chuckles):
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.

MATT:
Bye-bye.

(phone beeps, doorbell ringing)

Oh.

Hold on. I'm coming.

(clears throat)

I just have to grab my--
your money.

Oh. (chuckles)

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.