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Previously on... Peter and I have been trying

to conceive for the past few years.

We'd like to buy your eggs.

Money is a bit tight right now.

I've been thinking about your offer,

and it's $20,000

for my eggs, right?

I'm not gonna tell anybody that we hooked up.

Just because you can't deal with who you really are,

don't take it out on me.

I can't believe I just get to kiss you as much as I want.

What the hell are you doing on my boat?!

I'm sorry, but I was wrong when I thought you and I could work.

This is the college guy you've been dating?

How do you guys know each other?

We're brothers.

Mom, I think I want to sleep with Dixon. Wow.

WALTER: Cool picture. Your parents?

OSCAR: Man is my dad,

woman is the bitch who ruined his life.

The guy from the bad breakup told me

that he was HIV positive.

I am, too.

Cannon did not reject me! He raped me!

He's gonna pay for what he did to you.

ANNIE: I'm sorry, orange.

Okay.

So I-I just do that once a day to myself.

Easy.

Um, and you're sure

they don't offer these hormones in a Flintstones chewable?

Look, if you feel squeamish about giving yourself the shot,

you can come here and I'll do it.

Uh, no, no, it's okay.

I-I can do it.

Annie, I just want you to know how much I appreciate this.

Peter and I have wanted to start a family for so many years.

It's all we've ever wanted.

And what you're doing for us, well,

it's such a gift.

I'm glad that I can help you.

Anyway, let's, um--

Okay, let's talk about your fee.

A bank transfer-- is that okay?

Sure, yeah, sounds good. You'll have it by the end of the week.

Okay.

So, ready for a little more practice?

Sure.

Hey, Mom.

Hey.

You're home late. Oh, I know.

Katherine had me typing up these bios for the new program.

And little known fact: every actor in the world

has done an episode of CSI.

(laughs)

What's in the bag?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Katherine gave me some leftovers.

You want me to heat them up? No!

Um, I mean, it's a sandwich,

so it's-it's cold, and I'm-I'm gonna eat it cold in my room.

Okay.

So, uh, how is the job hunt going?

Well, nothing solid yet, but I do have an interview tomorrow

for an executive assistant position.

What do you think?

Do I seem like a sharp, savvy executive assistant?

Uh, sure.

Yeah, definitely.

You're not losing faith in me, are you?

No, no.

Of course not.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Hey, Dave, uh, Jen's usual breakfast,

but more sliced bananas this time.

She needs the folic acid.

I already ate.

In fact, I've been out shopping for hours.

I have a little girl's closet to fill.

But, Jen, you're supposed to be in bed.

Ryan, are you losing track of days?

I am 37 weeks,

which means that this little girl is fully cooked.

And the sooner I get her out, the better.

If you will excuse me, I have employees to berate.

Things have really gone downhill in my absence.

Wait, wait, Jen.

You should still take it easy.

I mean, the last three weeks

are all about the baby putting on weight.

Ew, yuck.

Who wants a chubby baby?

I-- well, most people, actually.

Not if they're honest.

We live in L.A.

It's bikini season all the time.

Plus, I bought her

the cutest little itty bitty bikini.

I mean, how adorable is this?

Don't look at me like that.

I have been carrying her around for nine months.

It's hard.

I want to see my feet.

Well, fair enough.

And for the record, your feet look good.

Well, of course they do.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Hey, there.

Uh, Dixon.

How you doing today?

Little under the weather?

No.

Uh, I mean maybe.

I don't know.

Uh, my ex-girlfriend is HIV positive.

Did you use condoms?

Not every time.

Well, we'll run a test.

Yeah, need a blood draw in room one.

So, uh, what are the chances?

I-I mean, that I got it?

Well, you had sex with someone who's infected,

so it's possible.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Nancy will draw some blood, and then we'll take it

from there, okay?

(sighs) Excuse me.

When will I get the results?

They'll be back from the lab on Wednesday.

(sighs)

Teddy.

Word around school is that you and Silver broke up.

That true?

Yeah. So what?

So, my parents are out of town,

I have a big bed, and I don't like to sleep alone.

Not that I imagine we'll be doing much sleeping.

What, too soon?

Way too soon.

Tomorrow, then?

Not gonna happen.

Well, let me know if you change your mind.

I used to be a gymnast.

♪ ♪

You know what they do to rapists in less civilized societies?

Snip, snip.

Sounds pretty civilized to me.

What we talking about?

NAOMI: Ways to castrate Cannon.

Mm-hmm.

I mean,

it's just so unfair,

the fact that you have to see him here every day.

(sighs)

Maybe she doesn't.

I have a plan.

♪ ♪

Hey, Mr. Cannon, wait up.

Hey.

Silver, uh, haven't seen you around school much lately.

I know.

Look, I-I owe you an explanation for the other night.

Truth is, I didn't have to meet Harper.

No?

I had a realization.

I had to break up with Teddy.

And I wanted to do it while I still had the courage.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry that didn't work out.

I'm not.

I mean, the relationship was over,

and it was taking up too much of my time.

Now I can get back to more important things.

Like my senior project.

Right.

Any way that we could get together tomorrow,

to brainstorm?

Sure.

Great.

I'm really looking forward to it.

So... are you contagious?

What?

You said you were puking your guts out

after the bachelor auction,

so whatever that was, I don't want it.

R-Right, yeah.

Um, no, actually, uh, I'm-I'm feeling a lot better.

Good.

So then maybe we could pick up from where we almost left off.

Sorry.

That-That is so dumb.

That's, like, me trying to do something sexy with my voice,

which is so not me.

(chuckles) Anyways, um,

my mom is gonna be out again tonight, so...

Tonight? Um, I can't.

I have homework.

Homework? Wow.

Okay, you're choosing homework over me?

Guess my sexy voice is even worse than I thought it was.

It's-It's not that.

Um, it's just that my mom-- she's been on my case

about keeping my grades up lately, so...

So when are you free to hang?

Anytime after Wednesday.

That's when most of my homework is due.

Wednesday?

Yeah.

Okay. Wednesday.

Um, look, I-I got to go.

Um, I'll talk to you later, okay?

What are you doing?

Oh.

Are you living in your car?

Yeah, well, the great thing about it is

you can change the view when it gets old.

Liam...

Annie, I thought I made myself clear.

Stay out of my life.

(engine starts)

And I'm organized and efficient and extremely detail-oriented.

I'm confused.

Wait, you didn't go to college?

Uh, no, I got married and had kids.

Oh.

How sad.

Oh. Well, it says here that-that you had a career

as a fashion photographer in Kansas.

Well, that's impressive.

Oh, thank you.

I was kidding.

Look, let me just level with you here, okay?

For some reason, my last few assistants have quit.

I have no idea why.

And even though you are

grossly under-qualified, you have a certain

desperation that I am responding to.

And I do like your highlights.

So I am willing to give you a shot.

On a trial basis.

Excellent. You won't be sorry.

We'll see.

So, here is a list

of tasks that I'd like you to take care of.

Have them done by tomorrow at 3:00 and you've got the job.

"Create a spreadsheet itemizing all food expenditures,

"staff expenses and miscellaneous expenses

"over the last 36 months.

"Total overtime incurred over the last 36 months.

Update the club's membership."

Eh, no problem.

Good. Here are the files.

(sighs)

Oh, uh, there's just one more thing.

Can you stop smiling so much?

It's giving me a headache.

♪ ♪

So...

So...

Look, I really, really want to keep seeing you.

I really, really want to keep seeing you.

But we can't.

You know, I got to do what I can to make things right with Liam,

and dating a girl he used to date...

Technically, we didn't actually date.

More like pined

and maybe kissed a couple times.

Still...

I know.

It just sucks.

Yeah.

Really, really sucks.

Well, um, I hope things work out for you guys,

and I think Liam could really use a brother right now.

Why? What's going on?

It's none of my business, but...

he's been living in his car.

(humming)

Can't believe I have to sit

in this damn room with you for another month.

RYAN: Hey.

No talking. Do your homework.

Mr. Matthews.

Hi, Principal Nowack. What's going on?

Our janitors are swamped, so I thought

I'd take advantage of our detainees.

Up for some manual labor?

In exchange, we'll cut your detention short.

I'm in.

Me, too.

Hey, Annie, it's Mom.

I know you're on your way to your internship,

but I can't figure out which slotty thing

this zip thingy goes into.

And I realize that this is a cryptic message,

so maybe you could just help me when you get home.

(sighs)

Oh, Annie.

An old sandwich? Really?

Oh, I got to get this thing washed.

Lots of scum on it.

You're living in your car, for real?

It's none of your business.

It is my business. You're my brother.

I don't have a brother.

Come on. It's been years since everything went down.

Well, I'm glad you were able to get over it.

You know, Annie told me that you were so sorry

about the stolen credit card.

You didn't tell her the whole story, did you?

No, I didn't.

Look, this isn't about Annie.

Whatever. I just... just came to give you this.

A key to the room at the Jacaranda.

All paid for. Stay as long as you want.

Order room service, whatever.

You know, just 'cause your mom is rich

doesn't mean you can buy me off.

I'm not trying to buy you off.

Look, you don't have to see me,

you don't have to like me, but you can't live in your car.

ANNIE: Hey. So I... I got your message

about the zip thingy not fitting into the slotty thingy,

and we got a lot of work to do, Mama.

Sit down.

Mom... Are you using drugs?

No, I haven't... Then, how do you explain this?

It's not what you think. Look, I'm not mad. I'm...

No, I am mad-- I'm really mad--

but that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is getting you help,

and we are going to get you...

No, Mom, just listen.

Those needles, they're not for drugs.

Well, they are for drugs,

but not the kind that you're thinking.

I actually think you're going to be relieved

when I tell you what they're for,

since they're not what you think they're for,

and what you think they're for is way worse

than what they're actually for.

Annie, you're not making any sense.

Are you high right now?

No! No. No. Sorry.

Um... okay, look.

Here's the truth.

Um, Katherine can't get pregnant on her own,

and she's tried everything,

and she needs an egg donor.

So I agreed to do it,

and tomorrow, I start giving myself the hormone injections.

What?

Honestly, Mom, it's... it's not a big deal.

No. Absolutely not.

(stammers) Mom...

This is not up for discussion.

This will not be debated.

I'm 18. That's right-- you're 18.

Way too young to understand

the implications of something like this.

What implications? It's an egg.

I've got like a million of them inside me,

and she can't have a kid on her own.

That's not your problem.

Look, I think it's very admirable

that you want to help her, but...

That's not why I'm doing this.

I mean, that-that's great, and I'm glad for that--

don't get me wrong-- but...

that is not the main reason.

The main reason is that she's paying me, Mom.

$20,000.

And I know that we need the cash right now.

Not that badly.

Yeah, we do.

You're bouncing checks.

You're getting final notices from bill companies...

Which is why I'm getting a job.

What? You're not finding anything.

That's not your problem.

It is my problem.

I will find something. Oh, yeah?

Show me the want ad for a housewife

with no college degree, no experience and no skills.

I didn't mean that.

It doesn't matter what you meant.

You're not selling your eggs. End of story.

You want us to clean the gutters out with these things?

All the gutters?

Unless you'd rather sit in detention for the next month.

No. We'll do it. Yeah, you'll be able to eat

out of those gutters by the time we're done with them.

Not that you look like a lady who eats out of gutters.

'Cause... 'cause you don't. You actually...

you look like the opposite

of a gutter eater.

And I'm going to stop talking now.

Wise choice. Yeah.

I'll be back in three hours. I want it finished.

Oh, and under no circumstances are you to go on the roof.

Is that clear?

Got it. No problem. Yes, ma'am.

(sighs)

This is really going to suck, huh?

How do you think we should start?

Why are you talking to me?

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

Haven't you heard of knocking?

Haven't you heard of folding?

Honestly, Ivy, it sort of defeats

the purpose of doing laundry, don't you think?

Oh, my.

Gidget, I'm blushing.

This is a far cry from Gremlin Underoos.

Get away from my laundry.

If you insist.

(sighs) So...

how was your big night with Dixon?

Earth-shattering?

Cheesy pop song-inspiring?

It was fine.

Fine?

Well, how about some details?

Was it toe-curling, sweat-dripping,

amnesia-inducing...

He got sick, okay? He never made it.

Can we just stop?

Sick?

Yeah. He was apparently hurling.

Got it.

Look, I'll just see you later.

Whoa, whoa. What?

No, you tell me what.

Look, I really don't want to get involved.

Tell me.

I... I saw Dixon leave the auction with a girl.

What?

Black. She was quite attractive.

Sasha?

I didn't catch her name.

Anyway, I'm sure it was nothing.

I should go.

(gasps) He logged on.

Go, go, go, go, go. I am. Okay, I am.

Um... okay.

"Hi, Mr. Cannon."

Okay.

Uh... how do I lure him to the hotel room?

Uh, okay. Write, um...

"I'd like to meet you at a hotel room

so we can get naked and nasty all night long."

Naomi, we have to be subtle.

Right. Lose "all night long."

(clears throat) Uh...

"I can't stop thinking about my senior project..."

ADRIANNA: Oh, that's perfect.

Those three little dots always make things sound juicy.

Right? Mm-hmm.

(all chuckling)

"I am.

"And I'm really excited

"to work...

"with you.

Are we still on for tonight?"

Okay.

"I'm staying at the Villas at Sunset..."

"...because my place is being fumigated."

Okay, fumigated-- not sexy.

I have to have a reason to be at the hotel.

Okay. Um...

"Instead of going

"all the way across town to school,

"why don't we meet there?

"We can order dinner

and talk about the project."

Dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot.

Is it too much?

No. No, it's perfect.

Okay.

I shouldn't have added the dots.

You shouldn't have added the dots. All right. Okay.

We got him.

(all laughing)

(sighs)

Spreadsheets organized, expenses categorized,

membership list updated.

And all by 2:45.

Good for you.

Wha... what are you doing?

Oh, that was just busy work.

I wanted to make sure a desperate housewife

had that can-do spirit.

You won't be doing any of that as my personal assistant.

No, you'll be getting me coffee and scheduling my manicures,

combing my hair when I get out of the pool.

Congratulations.

You got the job, missy.

(sighs)

No.

(chuckles) Excuse me?

I said no.

Just because I'm not a college graduate

doesn't mean I deserve to be abused

by some spoiled trust fund brat

who's never worked a single day in her life.

That's right.

That's what I said, and I meant it.

No, I-I think my water just broke.

What? Oh.

Yeah.

Uh, I need to get to the hospital. Well...

(stammering): Wait.

Um, you can't drive yourself.

I'll take you.

(sighs)

Okay. Uh, uh, fine, but we'll take my car.

You look like you drive a minivan.

I really don't think we should be up here.

Look, I know what the principal said, okay,

but if we do it this way, we'll be done in ten minutes.

You know what's funny about these gutters?

They actually look pretty good from the ground.

You can't tell they're really full of crap.

Yeah, no kidding.

Like ticking time bombs, you know?

Stuff just keeps building up and building up,

hidden from everyone.

Before you know it,

the whole roof could cave in on you.

What the hell are you talking about?

What do you think?

All right, can we just do this?

The sooner we finish, the sooner I'm done with you.

(chuckles)

Well, not really, man.

I mean, you're still gonna see me at school.

And every time you do, you're gonna remember what happened.

Shut up!

Or what?! You're gonna hit me again?

I mean, you can punch me, you can call me a fag,

but you're gonna have to face it.

You can't run away from who you are.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I think I do.

Whoa.

Look at that.

Great.

Now we're gonna have detention forever.

Where are you going?

I got some tools in my trunk.

I'm gonna fix this.

Trust me, I don't want to spend any more time with you

than you want to spend with me.

(cell phone ringing)

Hello.

MAN: Mr. Selby?

This is the manager at The Jacaranda.

I'm afraid we have a serious problem.

Apparently, a bunch of high school kids

were in your suite last night.

And from the looks of it, they had a great time.

How bad is it?

You're looking at about $5,000 in damages.

I'm going to have to put that on your credit card.

(Jen screaming in distance)

Um, where is she?

JEN: Get her out of me already!

What the hell am I paying you for?!

I got it.

(screams)

Jen.

Ryan, thank God.

Make them cut her out.

Okay, you're almost there. Keep pushing.

You keep pushing, you idiot!

RYAN: Okay, easy, Jen.

Ryan, I want to kill somebody.

After you give birth, okay?

No, I want to kill somebody now!

First her and then you and then...

(screaming and straining)

(baby crying)

Oh, my God. (gasps)

You did it, Jen, you did it.

Oh, my God.

I did it.

I did it.

How is she?

Actually, she is a he.

You have a son.

Congratulations.

What?

No, it's a girl.

It's a girl; they told us that it was a girl.

Um, are-are you sure?

I'm a doctor.

We're qualified to tell these things.

But we had an ultrasound.

Sometimes mistakes are made.

I have a pink nursery.

And-and I have girls clothes.

And I don't have boys clothes.

I'm not ready for a boy.

Jen, we can get boys clothes. It'll be all right.

DOCTOR: Here's your son.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I...

Um, I just... I don't know...

...got caught up in a moment.

Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.

(gunfire over TV)

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

(cell phone ringing)

(exhales forcefully)

Hello.

NURSE: Hello, this is Dr. Wright's office.

Is this Dixon Wilson?

Yeah, yes.

Um... (clears throat)

Hi.

Uh, do you have my test results?

They're back, yes. And Dr. Wright

would like you to come in.

What?

Why?

I'm not sure; I'm just relaying the message.

M-My test okay, right?

I'm sorry, I don't have the results.

The doctor has them.

And he'd like to talk to you in person.

ANNIE: Hi.

Hey.

Thanks for picking me up.

Of course.

Oh.

He's so small.

Mm.

You want to hold him?

Uh, no, no, it's okay.

I mean, I don't know how.

Oh, it's easy. Here.

Just make sure you support his head.

There you go.

Wow.

(chuckles softly)

Pretty amazing, huh?

Yeah.

Really amazing.

It's time for me to check his vitals.

Oh, yeah.

(sighs): Oh, gosh.

It all seemed easy, you know, thinking about

giving away my eggs when it was all abstract,

but, seeing him-- I mean, he's a real person.

Yeah, he is.

I can't do it.

And Katherine is going to be devastated.

I mean, she's counting on me.

She'll find another donor.

Someone who's a little older.

You're only 18, honey.

Yeah.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

For all of the things that I said to you.

I just-- I know that it's my fault

we're having financial problems.

What?

My legal bills were crazy.

Not to mention that I was so awful last year,

it put a strain on your marriage.

Honey, is that what you think?

Annie, listen to me.

Your dad and I-- we-we were having problems for a long time.

We aren't separated because of you.

If anything, you and Dixon are the reason

that we stayed together so long.

Really?

Yes, really.

What are you doing? Uh, you can't leave!

He needs a diaper change.

You're fired.

I don't work for you.

Well, what am I supposed to do now?

Here. You do it.

What do you say?

Uh, now?

"Please." You say "please."

Fine.

You do it now, please.

About your job offer:

I'll take it, but I want twice as much money.

What? That's absurd.

Okay. Come on, Annie.

Let's go. Okay, okay.

Whatever you say.

Just change his diaper; he's starting to stink.

And anything over 40 hours is overtime.

This is extortion.

And I'll need health benefits.

Yes, yes.

Whatever you want.

Just-- will you just help me?

I have no idea what to do with a baby.

Not bad for a college dropout, huh?

(both chuckle)

You trashed the hotel room?

Really?

Oh, sorry I didn't invite you.

Oversight.

I'm done with you.

Oh, promises, promises.

No, I am.

I get that you're mad about

what happened that summer at the lake house.

But you know what? I was a kid.

I was scared, too.

Is it working?

Yeah. Time check?

Uh, 4:55. She'll be back any minute.

Okay, hand me a wrench.

There you go.

Done. All right.

Oh, the principal's heading around the building.

Hurry! Hurry, hurry!

You done?

(clears throat)

Yep, the gutters are clean.

Okay.

You boys are free to go.

Whew.

(both laugh)

I didn't think we'd make it.

Me neither, me neither.

(clears throat)

You did a good job.

Fixing it.

Thanks.

Well, thank you for not letting me fall off the roof.

Although it would have been an appropriately

dramatic way to go.

(both chuckle)

Look, Ian, I shouldn't have hit you

at the bachelor auction, and I shouldn't have

called you... well, what I called you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I get what you're going through.

You know, I-I went through it, too.

And if you ever need to talk...

There's nothing to talk about.

RYAN: Okay, I went to,

like, five places, and I couldn't find

a Peter Pan collar any...

Shh.

(whispers): Jacques's almost asleep.

Don't mess it up.

Jacques?

I'm not calling my son Jacques.

It's pretentious.

Well... (chuckles) it's his name.

It's a terrible name. I can already hear the kids

at recess calling him Jacques Strap.

Then they'll be slapped.

Well, I'm calling him Jack.

You will do no such thing, Ryan. Why not?

This is for the new daddy,

so he can stay in the room tonight.

Oh, you know, I wasn't...

Oh, no, I didn't... ...staying.

I didn't, um...

Um...

I'm happy to stay and help, uh,

if you want me to.

I don't want you to stay.

Okay.

But I guess

that you might be helpful.

At 3:00 a.m.

Okay.

Well, then I'll stay.

For Jacques.

For Jack.

Ivy.

Um, look, right now is really not a good time.

I know you weren't sick.

What?

Don't even try

to deny that, okay?

'Cause Oscar said he saw you and Sasha together

after the bachelor auction.

It's really not what you think.

What were you doing with her? Ivy...

And why have you been avoiding me?

I haven't.

Yeah, you have, Dixon.

You've been avoiding me, and I just need to know why...

What is going on with you?

Nothing. Okay, it's not nothing.

Will you just tell me the truth?

What is going on?

What's going on is...

(sighs)

I still have feelings for Sasha.

You what?

Yeah.

Yeah, I-I still like Sasha.

So, you and me...

...we can't be together anymore.

Can you see me?

Yeah, perfectly.

SILVER: And it's recording?

NAOMI: Uh-huh.

This is totally gonna work.

Just showing up to meet a student

at a hotel room

should be enough to get Cannon fired.

Are you sure you're still okay with this? I mean,

being alone with him and all?

Totally. You guys will be watching.

I'll let him get a little inappropriate,

then I'll tell him I'm not feeling well.

And if things get out of hand, you'll just come in, right?

We'll be there. Absolutely.

All right, it's almost time.

You should go.

Thanks for doing this for me.

Of course.

We'll be right in there, okay?

Okay. Okay? (giggles)

Okay.

(sighs)

(knocking)

Door's open.

(door opening) CANNON: Silver? Hello?

Make yourself comfortable.

(door closes) I'll be right out.

So glad you came.

Really been looking forward to this.

I grew concerned when you suggested we meet here,

so I called Principal Nowack and...

This is bad.

This is very bad.

MR. CANNON: Have you met Ms. Henry?

She's our school therapist.

This is not what it looks like.

You invited Mr. Cannon

to meet you in a hotel,

which is obviously inappropriate.

Given your medical history... I had no idea

that you were bipolar. I'm so sorry, Silver.

Had I known,

I might have recognized the signs.

No, wait.

That's not what this...

Silver, we think you might be having another break...

I'm not. Have you been taking your medication?

Of course! That has nothing to do with this!

Then what does this have to do with? Him!

He has been acting all weird with me.

He has been inappropriate with me.

We have the transcript from your Internet chat.

You clearly propositioned him.

Yeah. It's because he...

because...

Because what?

In light of your illness,

we're not going to treat this as a disciplinary matter,

but we will be speaking with your family.

And you'll have to commit to counseling sessions.

Silver,

we just want to help you.

So, what's going on?

Um, I thought that we weren't gonna do this.

I really want to be with you,

and you really want to be with me.

And Liam...

he's made it really clear

he wants nothing to do

with either of us.

So I say we give everybody what they want.

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I'm glad you changed your mind.

What's the matter, baby?

Nothing.

Then why aren't you...?

Because you're just not that hot.

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Dixon's an idiot.

Completely out of his mind.

I just don't know how I could be so stupid.

You weren't.

You aren't.

I am.

No, you're not.

He's the stupid one. He is.

I mean, to have a girl like you and give her up,

I honestly don't know what he's thinking.

You don't have to say that, okay?

I know I don't.

But it's true.

You're so smart,

so funny...

so beautiful.

Look, I probably shouldn't tell you this...

What?

I'm crazy about you, Gidget.

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

He thinks he's won.

Yeah, I'm beginning to think he has, too.

No way.

Hey, Mr. Cannon.

Now remember, you're supposed to keep your distance...

You think you've beaten us, don't you?

Well, you haven't.

We're not letting this go.

We have a plan

that's gonna make you pay for what you did.

Oh, and by the way,

your documentary? It sucks. (chuckles)

Silver, what is our plan? I have no idea, but he looks kind of nervous, doesn't he?

Totally.

Mm, good.

Now laugh.

(laughs giddily)

(door opens)

So, got your test results back.

I know, and I know I have it

because your nurse wouldn't give me the results over the phone,

and because you wanted to see me in person...

Whoa, slow down.

You're negative.

What?

You don't have HIV.

I don't understand. Then why did you want to see me?

Well, because you dodged a bullet.

And I wanted to have a talk with you about practicing safe sex.

I don't believe it. (chuckles)

I-I broke up with my girlfriend

because I didn't want to tell her I had it.

Ah.

I-I gotta call her.

I gotta call her right now. I'm sorry.

(buzzing)