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- The brave, handsome knight

asked the beautiful
young Princess

if she would marry him

so they could live
happily ever after.

"Of course I will,"
said the Princess.

"You're the most perfect man
in all the world.

"And now that I found you,

we can live
happily ever after."

- She's coming.
She's coming. Coming.

- One, two, three...

- Hi. Miss Fischer,
what can I do for you today?

- Okay. So these, um,
linen pants

I need with a full crease.

And then these palazzos

I needed the crease
starting mid-thigh.

And on these cropped
black pants,

I need no crease at all.

But if it's the silk,
then it's the other way around.

And on this one,
it needs a button.

But I don't like
the parallel stitch.

I like the "x."

Hi, Tim.
- Hey.

You're right on time,
as always.

- Hmm.

- Large nonfat half-caf
latte,

extra splash of caf.

- Great, as always.
- All right.

- The job is assistant
to the children's editor.

- Well, I've done
a lot of creative writing,

and I consider myself
very organized.

- Oh, excellent.

- And since I minored
in psychology,

I feel like I'm very equipped

to deal with a lot of
different personalities.

- You know what, I think
you're perfect for the job.

- The peppercorn?
Vinaigrette.

- Yeah.
That sounds good.

- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

- Penny for your thoughts.

- Ten bucks, and you're on.

- No, I'm serious, Jamie.

I mean, we've been dating
quite a while,

and I feel like
I barely know you.

- What do you mean?
I'm an open book.

- Yeah, with
a lot of blank pages.

Ha ha!

Okay. I really like you,
Sarah.

You're kind
and considerate and...

- But...

- But, frankly,
I've been afraid

that if you knew
the real me,

then you'd disapprove,
and that would be that.

- You don't have to tell me
your deepest, darkest secrets.

- You mind if I smoke?
- You don't smoke.

- See, but I do.
Three packs a day.

The reason why
I've been hiding it

is because nonsmokers
hate smokers,

and I didn't want
to offend you.

- I had no idea.

You know what? Y...

You smoke.
Yeah.

Yeah, light up.
Sure.

- Ohh...that is so good.

- Another chardonnay?

- No, no, no.

My limit is one.

- Uh...me too.

On second thought,
maybe I will have another drink.

Double bourbon, neat.
- You got it.

- Wow. You said
you hardly drink.

- I totally lied.
I drink all the time.

Except
for when I'm around you.

- Oh.
- Sorry, Sarah.

This is how I numb the pain.

- I knew it.
You hate me now.

No...

Whoo.

Just allergic to your...

Credit card.

You dropped your credit card.
- Oh...Uh...

- It's my...
It's my credit card.

- Yeah. I took it when
you went to the ladies' room.

- You went into my purse?
- I'm kind of a kleptomaniac.

I-I was gonna
give that back to you.

- I'm telling you, Chloe,
it is a war out there.

No. The men I meet...

They are all so deficient.

They are fun,
but they are poor.

They are successful,
but they're bipolar.

They're handsome,

but they're chain-smoking
kleptomaniacs

with family
and alcohol issues.

- Well, sis...
Nobody's perfect.

- You found yours!

Where's mine?

- You just need to be patient.

He'll show up
when you least expect it.

I just lucked out.

- I am tired of leaving things
up to chance!

You know,
when it comes to men...

I have to take more control.

- Look, love is not about
control.

It's about chemistry.

Now, what are you gonna do?

Write up one of your
famous lists?

"Qualifications
for the man I will marry.

No exceptions."
- Yes. Yes!

You're a genius!

- I was joking.
- I'm not.

I'm gonna make a list...

A nonnegotiable list of traits
a guy has to have,

or he's out
from the get-go.

No more chasing Mr. Wrong.

- No. No, Sarah.
No lists.

That's just
way too extreme.

Do you remember
what pastor James said

about true love
when we were kids?

He said "be patient.
Don't be anxious or worried.

God wants us to prosper,

and he will deliver a love
far more wonderful

than we can ever dream."

- I'm making a list.

Qualifications
for the man I'll marry.

No...exceptions.

One.
Must love his family.

Two.
Must have a good job.

Hi, baby.

Must...love animals.

Must not

eat red meat.

Oh. No bling.

No piercings.

No dreadlocks.

No slogan t-shirts.

Honest.

Handsome.
Athletic.

A good cook.

Oh...oh...

No.

Must...cry...

Shh!

At movies.

Must be...
Oh...Oh!

A safe driver.

No smoking.

One drink a day per limit

and nice feet.

Yes.

- Forget the ten commandments.

You've got, uh...

19?

- 22.
This is a war.

- No bling?
- Mm-mm.

- Who'd you have a date with,
a rapper?

Honey, honestly,

there are a lot more
important things to worry about.

- Everything counts, Chloe.

This is my version
of speed dating.

- One kona eruption.

Full-bodied
but light-footed,

with a bold, kicky tang.

Another Fred Jones
specialty drink original.

And if you hate it,

you can have whatever
you want on the house.

- Mm. You know,
this is good.

How'd you know I'd like it?

- Well, they don't call me
the coffee psychic for nothing.

Thank you.

- Hey, pretty lady!

This is for you.

What can I do you for?

- Uh, um...
Where...Where's Tim?

- Tim quit.
- Oh!

Who are you?
- Fred.

Aka, the new boss.

The big kahunas brought me in
to save L.A. city coffee

from going the way
of the brontosaurus.

- Okay. Um...Can I have
a large nonfat

half-caf latte, please?

Extra shot of caf.

I don't think so.

- I'm sorry, excuse me?

- I think you need
the spicy stylings

of one of my sumatran slings.
- Oh, uh, no, really.

Thank you, but I'd just like
a large nonfat half-caf latte.

- Coffee connection is that way.
Grindhouse is around the corner.

Godspeed.

- Excuse m...Okay.

I'm gonna say it again.

I would like a large
nonfat half-caf latte

for here, please.

- And I'm gonna
tell you one more time...

You drink what I recommend,
or you don't drink at all.

- Oh!
- Oh, excuse me, I...

A-Are you all right?
- Me?

I-I'm okay. Yeah.

He's nuts, and I haven't
had my coffee this morning,

but...I'm okay.

- Um...i-I'm Erik.

With a "k."

- I'm Sarah with an "h".

- Can I get you that coffee?
- Sure. Yeah.

- You're right about that guy.

I ended up with something
called a buongiorno supremo.

Still couldn't get
what you wanted.

- It's okay.
I'll just have water.

- Actually, I had him make me
a black coffee chaser.

Told him it was for me
for later.

- Oh.
- You want it?

- Thanks.
- Cheers.

Mm. Wow, that's superb.

You want to tast
- no, thank you, I'm fine.

- Yeah, so anyway, at first
I thought I was gonna be a vet

just 'cause I love animals
so much,

but I realized I could
probably do more good for kids,

so I went into pediatrics,

and now I work
over at county general.

I leave town on weekends
sometimes for special surgeries.

- Sounds amazing.
- How you kids doing?

How was that supremo?
- Oh, it's outstanding.

Thanks for the recommendation.
- No problem.

Sometimes you gotta
tell the people what they want.

Otherwise...
How are they gonna know?

- What about if they already
know what they want

but they can't have it?

- Looks like somebody's getting
exactly...What they want.

So these are my parents.

- Mm-hmm.
- And that's my sister Chloe.

She's like my best friend.

That's her husband stu
and their two great kids

Allie and Henry.

- You're lucky
your family's so nearby.

Mine are all back in D.C....

My parents, my brothers,
my cousins.

- Are you close?

Uh, you know
how they say

you can pick your friends
but you can't pick your family?

I definitely pick my family.

Oh...

- This one time,
my brother Mike and me...

We're really close,
kinda like you and your sister.

- If you two spend
any more time here,

I'm gonna have to ask
for a major credit card.

We've been
talking here for three hours.

It felt like three minutes.

- Anyone want to join me
for a smoke?

- No.
- I-I don't smoke.

- No, no, me either,
but how rude would it be

if I asked you to come outside
and watch me play harmonica?

- Actually, I have to go.

I volunteer Saturdays
at a homeless shelter downtown.

Would you like to get
together sometime...

For a real date?

- Yes. Yes. Sure.

Um...i have a card.

It's my email
and my work number.

- Great. Sarah with an "h."

- Yeah.

- I'll call.
- Okay.

Bye.

Good times?

- Are you always
this irritating?

- Only in the beginning.
You'll get used to me.

- Not much of a dog person,
huh?

- No, I got bit
when I was a kid.

They kinda freak me out.
Don't get me started on cats.

- Don't worry.
I won't.

- Y'all come back now,
ya hear?

- Morning, Gloria.

Brought you a little
carrot banana muffin.

- Oh. Forget the cupcakes,
girl.

- You just got flowers.
- Oh! What?

I wonder who they're from.

- Go see!

- "Dinner, my place,
Saturday night. Erik."

Oh!

- Hey.

Oh!

- Hey, Shakespeare,
hey, sit.

- Oh!
- Shakespeare...

- Shakespeare, huh?

- Yeah, well,
my favorite writer.

- That's impressive.

- Okay! Here we go.

Copper river salmon,

encrusted with fresh herbs
from my garden,

vegetable Risotto,
and organic baby Greens

with goat cheese
and pine nuts.

- Wow, y-y...
You cooked all of this yourself?

- Used a stove and everything.

Oh, by the way,
the salmon's wild.

None of that Mercury
and hormone-loaded

farm-raised stuff.

- Where do you stand
on red meat?

- As far away as I can.

- Nonfat half-caf latte.

Am I right?
- Yes.

- There you go.

- Can I ask you
a personal question?

- Yeah, of course.

- How are you still single?

Have you been
talking to my mother?

Well...ah, it's just,
you know,

between med school
and my residency

and then jumping headfirst
into the pediatric surgery pool,

I haven't had much time
for relationships.

Mostly though, I think,

it's cause I haven't met
the right woman.

- There's no way I can
make this any easier,

so I won't even try.

We did our best, but I'm afraid
the surgery was a wash.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying
you can expect a gradual onset

of more serious symptoms,
but as soon as you heal,

you can enjoy a relatively
normal life.

- Until...
- Yes, until.

Nothing to be done, old boy.
Sorry.

- Have you talked
to my family?

- No, not yet.
Per your instructions...

- So he's handsome,
great body, amazing cook.

Cries at steel magnolias.

No...owns steel magnolias.

Ha. You sure
this guy bats righty?

- You are such a cynic,
Chloe.

I told you, he just hasn't
met the right woman yet.

- I am just protecting
my younger sister, that's all.

It's part of
the job description.

- Ohh...
Good-bye, Chloe.

Bye.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.

- Hey! You ready
for my sumatran sling?

- No. I want a nonfat
half-caf latte.

I've been having it
every morning

for the last two years.

- That's why you need a change.
- I don't want a change.

Listen, I'm gonna ask you
one more time,

and then
I'm never coming back.

You going to give me
what I want...Or not?

- Absolutely...positively...

Definitely...not.

- I don't know how
you expect to keep your business

with nerve like that.

- Here we go.

One large
nonfat half-caf latte.

Enjoy it, dude.

You miss me?

- Why does he get to
have that and I don't?

- Well, because
that boring drink

suits his buttoned-down
civil servant butt...Not yours.

- What business is it of yours
what coffee I drink?

- Coffee is my business,

and I won't let my customers
settle for anything less

than the exact right
cup o' Joe.

- You've already ruined
my morning.

Just give me something...
Anything.

- Sit here.
You're gonna love it.

Presenting, from the volcanic
slopes of Indonesia,

the sumatran sling.

Surprisingly complex
but with a delicate balance

of sweetness and acidity...

Just like me.

So you're waiting for
that guy?

- What guy?

- Boungiorno supremo.
You know, Superman.

- If you're speaking of Erik,
no, I am not waiting for him.

Who are you again?
- Fred. Fred Jones.

- Sarah fischer.

- Drink up, Sarah fischer.

- With you standing here
watching me?

- So you really like this guy?
- Yes. I like him very much.

- You know,
the last place I worked,

the owners bought this, uh,

state-of-the-art
Espresso machine.

You know what?

Didn't really make
any better coffee

than the beat up
cheapo version they replaced.

- Your point?

- Just that nothing
is ever as perfect

as it seems.

Hey! What about your
sumatran sling?

- No. You've already
made me late for work.

I've gotta go.

Uh...no smoking.

One drink limit.

Good cook.
Owns own home.

Reads books.

Must cry at movies.

Hee hee hee.

Tabitha, I think
we hit the mother lode.

- Here you go, guys.

Well, if it isn't
Sarah smile.

- Hi, Fred.

- What's shakin'?

You ready for that
sumatran sling?

- I know what you were
trying to do the other day

when you were telling me
the story

about the Espresso machine.

- It was just a story.

- Well, I don't appreciate it.

You don't know anything
about me.

You don't know what's perfect
and what's not.

- You and Superman
have a hot weekend?

- As a matter of fact,
we did.

Flew up to San Francisco
in a private plane.

- Sweet.
You meet the parents yet?

- No...
Why?

- No reason.
Just askin'.

- I'm not avoiding it.
- Okay.

- What makes you think
you're so all-knowing anyway?

- Look...the reason I understand
the right coffee drink

is because
I understand people,

and vice versa.

- And whatever that means.

- It's now or never.

Are you ready to partake
of this nectar of the gods...

Or not?

- It's fine.

- Ha!

Ha ha ha!

Fine!

- So, Erik...

Pediatrics must be
a rewarding profession.

- Oh, absolutely.

No, getting to help kids
is incredibly gratifying.

'Cause kids are the best!

- Me too?
- Yeah. You too.

- You're nice.
I hope my aunt Sarah keeps you.

She doesn't keep anybody.
- Oh.

- Oh.
- I think what Allie

means to say is that
Sarah's very...Selective.

That's all.

- Nothing wrong with that.
Just depends on who you select.

- Don't burn the hamburgers,
honey!

They won't ask you
to grill again!

- Right.
- My husband would take over

the grill at any restaurant
if they'd let him.

- A grilling man
is a happy man, right, stu?

- So true.
I mean, come on...

- Oh, my...
Whoa! Whoa!

- Oh, my...
- Oh, my...

- Daddy!
- Kids, stay there.

- Kids, kids, stay back.

- Help! Aah! Aah!

- Honey!
- All right, stay calm.

Stay calm.
Take this off.

Stop flailing.
- Don't flail!

- All right, here we go.
- Let Erik handle it!

- Hit that apron, would ya?

- Oh...
- Sweetheart?

Are you all right?

- I am now.

Erik, you just about
saved my life.

- Well, you're lucky.
It's just a minor burn.

- No, we're lucky
we have a doctor around.

- They usually just have
an accountant around.

- Naw, you're great in a tax
emergency, stuey.

- Well, unfortunately,
the burgers are ruined.

So much for the dinner.
- Well, not so fast.

You have any pasta?

- You just...
You just whipped this up.

This would have
taken me hours.

- Ah, it's nothing.

Had everything I needed
in the fridge.

- This is the best pasta
I ever ate

in my whole, entire life.
- Wow!

- Yours used to be my favorite,
aunt Sarah,

but not anymore.

- Sarah, maybe your new Beau

can give you a lesson
or two around the kitchen.

- Sarah doesn't need my help.

She's a terrific cook
all by herself.

- Napkin.

- Uh, well, I think
that mom and dad

are just about ready
to adopt Erik.

They can't stop
talking about him.

- And, uh...
What do you think?

- Well, these are just
the early returns,

but I think that he may
be the best guy

you've brought home
since, uh...

Bobby marciano.

- Bobby marciano
was in the eighth grade.

- Mm.

Well, then,
I guess it's true.

You have dated
a lot of losers.

- Oh.
Keep drinking there.

Yeah, Erik,

he is...He's...
He's pretty wonderful.

- Except?

- Except...except what?
Except...Except nothing.

He's great.

- Okay.
- Oh!

Oh, no.
- What?

Oh!
- What?

- That's...this...this...this guy...
- Who?

- This...this guy
that works at L.A. coffee.

Oh, god, I hope
he doesn't see me.

- Hey! Yo! Sarah!

Yo!

Come on over!
- Come on.

- Hey!
- Let's go say hi.

- Come on.

- Fred! Fancy bumping
into you

in a place like this.

This is my sister Chloe.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- This is lovely Rhiannon.
- Rhiannon.

Were your parents like
fleetwood Mac fans?

- Fleetwood who?

- Oh, that cholesterol
bonanza you're inhaling.

It wouldn't happen to be
a Turkey burger, now, would it?

- If it is,
I got the wrong order.

- You have to excuse
my sister.

She's a bit of a purist.
- Really?

I'm a Buddhist.
- Oh!

- You know, this burger
is today's simple pleasure.

- Simple pleasure?
- Yeah.

Every day, I indulge in one
really simple,

easy-to-get thing
that makes me feel great.

Got any simple pleasures,
miss Sarah smile?

- Used to be
my morning coffee.

- Oh, lady,
you're killing me.

- Well, you know, my...
My sister has to go.

The kids...
The kids are waiting.

- No, not really.
- Yeah, no, you do.

- You guys wanna
join us for dessert?

This place makes a mean
death by chocolate cake.

- No, no.
- That's how I wanna go.

- Yeah, no, you don't.
It's 4,000 calories.

But thanks, Fred, really,

and it's wonderful
to meet you, Rhiannon.

- Bye!

- Hey.
- Hi!

- Okay, Shakespeare,

it's your home
for a few days.

- Hi.
- Thanks a lot.

I really appreciate it.

- Ah...okay.
- There you go.

I'm so sorry
I have to miss your birthday.

Okay.
Oh, can I have a kiss?

- Yeah! Oh!

All right.

I love you.

I'll call you
as soon as I land.

- Okay.

- Uh...oh!

Oh, Shakespeare, heel!

Ooh! Wait!

Tabitha, run!

Shake, shake, shake,
shake, Shakespeare!

Oh...

So I guess it's free.

- Oh? Is today
your birthday?

- You want proof?

- No. I trust ya.

Well, happy birthday.

- Thanks.

- So what are you
and Superman doing tonight?

You gonna fly around Metropolis,

double-date with Jimmy Olsen
and Lois Lane?

- Uh, e-Erik is out of town.

We celebrated
the other night.

- Oh. Bummer.

- Yeah, well...

Thank you.

For the free sling.

- See ya.

Hello?

- Hey, birthday girl.
It's me.

- Me who?
- Me, Fred.

- Coffee guy Fred?

- Well, we in the trade
prefer the term barista.

- How did you get my number?

- You're the only Sarah smile
in the phone book.

What are you doing?
- What's up, Fred?

- Well, if you're not too busy,

I was thinking you might
wanna swing by the club

for a special birthday latte
and a day old muffin hoedown.

- Well, that's very nice
of you,

but, um, e-exactly why?

- What do you mean why?
It's your birthday, isn't it?

- Well, yes, but I...

- Hey, but nothin'.
What do you say?

- Y...i don't know.
I...

- Everybody, this is Sarah.

Hi, Sarah!

- Uh...hi.

- Harley!

- Wow.

- Take a deep breath, gal.

I'm sure you've got a wish list
a mile long.

- Blow it out.
- Come on.

Oh, it looks good.

- You know, that was a really
sweet thing you did tonight.

To be honest,
I still can't figure out why.

- Sometimes a party's
just a party.

Plus, it's good to break
the daily grind.

- Can I ask you
a personal question?

- Sure.

- What do you want to do
with the rest of your life?

- What do you mean?
I'm doing it.

- You wanna serve coffee
forever?

- I wanna be the best barista
there is.

- How do your parents
feel about that?

My parents?

My parents are a couple
of aging hippies

off on their own planet,
you know what I mean?

We're not that close.

- Oh.
That's too bad.

- I think it's okay.

I mean, I've turned out
all right,

if I do say so myself.

What about you?

What did you want to be
when you grew up?

- Oh, I definitely want
to get out of human resources.

You know, I thought
maybe publishing

or editing...

You know, actually, i-i
wanted to get into illustrating.

I like to draw.
- Oh, yeah?

Graphs and charts and stuff?

- No. You know, draw.

- You any good?

- Well, see for yourself.

- Wow.

These are really good,
very, uh...

Very realistic.

- Yeah, don't jump up
and down or anything.

It's okay.
- Look, I-I like things

a little more cockeyed,
but, uh, they're great, really.

You should show them
to whoever's in charge,

and maybe they'll let ya doodle
a kid's book or something.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah, why not?

It's funny, I never took you
for the creative type.

- Well,
you know what they say.

"You can't judge a book
by its cover."

- No, you can't, can ya?

So when's Superman
get back?

- Would you stop
calling him that?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
When does Mr. Perfect get back?

- In a few days. Why?

- Well, I was wondering
if you want to chill out

with Mr. Barista
tomorrow night,

maybe do something, um...

Musical?

Um...

Well...

You know,
wh-what about Rhiannon?

- Oh, no, Rhiannon's history.

She, uh...Went to Vancouver
with her yoga teacher,

swami, whatever.

So what do you say?

- You know, Fred,

i-I'm gonna have to sleep on it.

- All right.

But this offer
turns into a pumpkin

tomorrow at noon, sharp.
- Got it.

Okay, Fred, well,
thank you so much

for the party, really.

- Yeah. Not a problem.

- Bye.

- Good night.

- One new message.

Hey, baby, it's Erik.

I'm here with my whole family.

We all wanna wish you
a happy birthday.

Are you ready?

Happy birthday!

Wish you were here, Sarah.

Can't wait to see
your smiling face.

Bye, honey.

Tanya...i think...

I think I'm going
to recommend you to Mr. Paxton

for his new
second assistant.

I'm not sure,

but I think there's
something really...Special

that I think
he'll like about you.

- Sarah, that's awesome.

I totally appreciate the shot.
You will not be disappointed.

- Oh. Bye.

- L.A. city coffee.

- Fred.

Hey, it's, uh, me, Sarah.

I was...Just calling
about tonight.

- Too late, cinderella.
It's pumpkin city.

- Come on, what's, uh,
six minutes between...Buddies?

- All right.
You win.

I'll rev up the chariot.
Thank you.

- Okay.
- See ya.

- So we're going to stinky's?

- The slinky's.
- Slinky's.

- Slinky's.
- Oh...

So you really like
this place?

- Well, I wouldn't want
to live here, but yeah.

It's a kick.

What ya drinking?

- I'll have a chardonnay.

- Two zombies, please.

- No. I said I'll have
a chardonnay.

- Yeah, no,
I-I heard what you said.

That's why I ordered you
a zombie.

- Oh...
- Here ya go.

And as my great granddad
used to say...

May the neighbors respect you,
trouble neglect you,

the angels protect you,
and heaven accept you.

Salud.

- Me like-y the zombie.

- Ha. You want
another one?

- Oh, no. No, no.

I'm...i just have
one drink a day.

- Well, it's almost tomorrow.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Maybe I'll just have
a half.

- Oh, was that the sound

of someone's envelope
being pushed?

- Ho ho ho ho ho.

- Slinky's famous karaoke night
where you're the star.

- Oh, my.
Well, gang's all here.

- Compared to those guys,
I must look like a movie star.

- Yes, you do!

You're cute, actually.
You are.

You know, if you did
something with your hair.

And wore a shirt.

You, Sarah smile, are drunk.

- No. Relaxed, yes.
Drunk, no.

- Does that mean you're ready
to take the stage?

- No.
- No?

- No.

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

I think someone actually
had a good time tonight.

- I had a totally
decent time.

- Yesssss!

- Oh! Is that a tattoo?
- Is it?

- Let me see.
- How'd that get there?

- Oh. "Rm."

Rhiannon!

- Heck, no. No.
- Oh.

- Rhonda McNamara.
Tenth grade

I was...Over the moon
and beyond pluto.

- So what happened to, uh,
Rhonda McNamara?

- Two weeks after
I got the ink, she dumped me.

- Oh!

- And I thought gettin'
a tattoo hurt.

- Oh.

- Hey...who wants
a chili cheeseburger?

- No. I don't eat meat, Fred.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I don't...No.

- Chicken bacon burger to go?

- Mm. This is good.

- I'm gonna tell you
a little secret.

I dream about these
sometimes.

- I don't remember the last
time I had red meat.

- Come on, how much better
is this

than a boring Turkey burger?
- It's not better, it's just...

It's different.

- Well, for my money,
different is good.

- Mm.

Sometimes it is.

Oh...

- Don't worry, you were...
You were a perfect gentleman.

- Oh, good.
That's...That's good to know.

Ha.
Well, um...

Thank you...For...

A memorable evening.

- Buddies?

- Buddies.

Bah!

Hello?

- Sarah, can you hear me?

Erik? Yeah...Ooh!

Erik? Oh, yeah.

- Hello!
- Hi.

I can't hear you.

Where are you?
It's noisy.

- Yeah, it's a long story,

but I'm driving
through the jungle.

- The jungle?
- The hospital tracked me down

in D.C....Next thing you know,
I was flying out to Ecuador.

There was this big storm,

lot of kids hurt when a school
collapsed out in the interior.

- Oh, how horrible.

- Yeah. If all goes well,
I should be home

in three, four days.

- O-Okay.
Well...good luck.

- Hey, by the way,
where were you last night?

I was really worried.

I left a bunch of messages
on your cell.

- Um...um...

Uh, y-yeah, last night?

I, um...

I was tired from work.

I shut off the phones
and I just...I went to sleep.

- All right.
Well, as long as you're okay.

Just...I'm not used to
missing someone so much.

- I know, me too.

Sarah...hey, Sarah!

- Hey...what?
- Hello!

- I'm sorry.
You're breaking up.

- Hey, Sarah,
can you hear me?

- Erik?

Don't say anything.

- Oh. Ha.
Miss fischer.

What can I do for you
today?

- Oh, I just need these,
uh...Pfff...

You know how to do it.

- Yes, I do.

- Sarah, can I have a word?
- Yeah.

- That applicant
that you sent over

for my new second assistant,

the one with the crazy hair,
the nose ring...

- Yeah, uh, sir, uh,

I know she doesn't look
as traditional

as some of the other assistants,
but I assure you...

- No, no, no, no.
That's just it.

Y-You usually send me
these perky Ivy league types.

This girl...She was
a breath of fresh air.

She was unique, creative,
thinks out of the box.

- That's terrific, Mr. Paxton.

I-I'm really glad.

- Well, listen, you know,
feel free to...

To mix it up a little bit more
around here, Sarah.

All right?
Boss's orders.

- Mr. Paxton? Um...

I was wondering if...

You could take a look
at some of my sketches,

um...maybe consider me
for illustrating

one of the
children's titles?

- Sarah, you are so good
running human resources.

Why would you want
to work in creative?

- B-Because I am creative.

All right.

All right.
Fine.

- Thank you.

- Hey!

- What happened
to your hair?

- Nothin'.
Hey, try this.

- What is it?
- Hot off the presses.

I call it the Bella costa.

Costa Rican blend, chocolate,
steamed soy milk,

and it just came to me...
Almond syrup.

Rich, smooth,

buoyant.

- I just got used to
the sumatran sling.

Can't you just make me that?

- No, no, no, that...
That...That's not you anymore.

If I met you today,
I'd give you the Bella costa.

Matches your new vibe.
Go.

- I have a new vibe?
- You have a new vibe.

- Very tasty.
I like it.

- Am I good, or what?

- Yes. Speaking of which,
you know, I...

Happened to see this online,
and...

You should enter.

"World barista competition"?

Thanks. I know I'm the best.
I don't need anyone to tell me.

- Gee, you should enter

the regional
humility championship.

You know what, why bother?

Who needs 10,000 bucks
in prize money anyway?

Thanks for the coffee.

- Wait...whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute.

Uh...ten gs?

- Winner takes all.

- Huh. You know,
my grammar really stinks.

Maybe you could help me

with the, uh, essay.

Uh...

All right, so why
do they call it a zombie?

- Well, I guess
after you have a few,

you know,
you feel like a zombie.

- How did you find
this place anyway?

- Oh, a f-friend
took me here once.

I just thought it'd be
something different.

- Sarah! Doc!
Fancy seeing you here.

- Yeah, e-Eric,
you remember Fred.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.
Hey, Fred.

- How you living, pal?
- I... I'm good.

- And this is my new friend
from the dance floor, Lola.

- It's a pleasure.

- Uh...so who wants to boogie?

- Ah...

- Yeah?
- Yes!

- Let's do it!
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay. Ha ha.

- I'm sorry, I...
I can't dance to this.

I-I need a different beat.

- No, no, no.
Just have fun with it.

You know, fun.

- Like, uh...Like Fred?

- I'll be right back.
- Uh, well...

- Right back.
- Where are you going?

Where...

- Whoop, whoop!

Yeah!

- ah!

- Oh...

- It's down here
a little bit.

- It's cold.
- I know, baby.

I'll give you my coat
in a second.

All right.

Okay.

You ready?
- Yeah. I think so.

Whoo.

What is...
This is...

Wha...

- Well,
when you said surprise,

you weren't kidding.

- Well, this isn't
the surprise.

- What? W-the...

What is?

- It was my great-grandmother's.

My mom's been
saving it for me.

To give to my wife.

- Oh, Erik, it...It's...

It's so beautiful, I...

I don't know what to say.

- Well...

Say...yes.

- Imagine!

- Oh, my goodness.
- His great-grandmother's.

It's a family heirloom.
- What do you think?

Should we book the club
or a hotel?

- Fall or winter,
I'd say the club.

Spring or summer,
the pear tree.

Their garden room,
it's amazing.

- Sarah, have you and Erik
discussed dates yet?

- Um...no.
No, not...Not yet.

- H-Honey, what are you
waiting for?

These things book up
one, two, three.

- Well, actually, I, um...

I...haven't said yes yet.

- W-Why not?

- I just haven't,
you know...

I just have to think
about it.

- What's there to think about?
Erik's the perfect man.

- Yeah, I don't think
I've ever seen

two more compatible people.
- He gets my vote.

- Take all the time you need,
sis.

- Thanks, Chloe.

- Yeah, thanks, Chloe.

- Mom, what are you doing?

- Checking for
an expiration date.

- Okay.

- It's not just about
finding the perfect man.

It's about finding
the perfect man for you.

Just remember the proverb.

"Trust in the lord
with all your heart,

"and lean not on your own
understanding.

In all ways acknowledge him,
and he'll direct your path."

- Oh.
- You're late.

- Oh, and you are wearing
the Hawaiian state flag.

- Well, at least
it's got buttons.

- True.
Mm!

This is new.

Uh, smooth, woodsy,
pungent.

- Very good!
You noticed.

I used kona beans instead.
You know, when in Hawaii...

- Wish I would have known
it was theme day.

I would have worn
my hula skirt.

So Sarah, I been thinking...

- Hey.
Hey.

- Oh, hey.
What...What are you doing here?

- Oh, I thought
I'd take my run early.

Thought I might
catch you here.

You running late?

- Seems to be the consensus,
yes.

Whoa! Aloha, Fred!

- How's it going, doc?
- Super-fantastic.

Sarah tell you
I popped the question?

I asked her to marry me.

- Yeah, I was, um...
Meaning to tell you.

- Wow. Well, uh...

What did she say when you
popped the question?

- She's still thinking
about it,

but I feel optimistic.

- Well, I'm sure she'll
make the right decision.

- Me too.

So listen, Fred, I'm gonna need
an extra jolt today.

What do you recommend?
- Uh...

You know, I have to go
to the stock room,

but Harley'll help you.

Harley.
- Oh. Yeah.

- This is Sarah.

- Hey, baby, it's me.

Listen, I just got called away
on emergency surgery in Chicago.

I'll be back
in a few days, okay?

- Yeah, is there anything I can
do for you while you're away

besides watch Shakespeare?

- Yeah, actually,
there is one thing.

- Wh-what is it?

- You can decide
if you want to marry me.

- I will have an answer for you
as soon as you come home.

- I'll be counting the minutes.

Love you.

- Yes, Mr. Paxton.
Is everything okay?

- Sit, sit.
Oh, everything's fine.

Catherine is working out great,
pierced nose and all.

Actually,
I came by to tell you

that I looked at your sketches.

Very nice work.

Actually, it's...
It's too nice.

It's too...Precise
for my tastes.

But, uh, listen, you...

Keep up the good work
here at H.R.

Okay.

- Hi.

- Oh. Hey.

- You know,
about this morning,

i-i-i really wanted
to tell you

a-about Erik proposing.

- That's okay.
You don't...

You don't owe me anything.

- I mean, it's just
been overwhelming and all,

you know?

It's, um...I just didn't
think you'd be...

- Supportive?

Why would you care
what I think?

- Well, you would care
what I-I thought

if you were getting married,
and besides,

I know you don't like Erik
very much.

- I-I hardly know the guy.

I mean,
as long as you dig him,

that's all that matters,
right?

- So when's...
When's the big day?

- I don't know, I...

I'm...I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.
I'll get it. I'll get it.

- I gotta go.
- Wh-wh-wh...

- I-I gotta go.
- Where you going?

Hey, Sarah.

- You know what?
I'll see you tomorrow.

8:15, usual time, okay?
- Sarah.

- wow.

- Fred, um...

- What happened back there?

- What...what do you mean?

- You were about to kiss me.

- N-No. I-I...

I don't know, I...

- You don't know?

What, is it so hard to imagine

that you might actually have
feelings for a guy like me?

- Fred, what are you...
What are you talking about?

Just...

- You dropped this.

- It's a list I made.

It was a long...Long time ago.

I-I've added things
since then.

- It's a list.
It's a list.

What kind of person
makes a list?

- Someone who is tired
of dating the wrong men.

Okay? Someone who wants
to find someone special

to spend the rest
of her life with.

And, yes, I'm sorry,
I was being proactive,

and, yes, I made a list.

Shoot me.

I'm tired of just sitting

and watching my life
pass me by.

- You know what I think?

I think you made the list
to keep the right guys away,

to not attract them,
to raise the bar so high

that it's impossible
for anyone to measure up.

- Erik measures up.
- Oh, and I see you're just

jumping at the chance
to marry him.

- I'm sorry, Fred.

People don't just
jump into marriage.

It's actually
a big decision.

- You know what I think,
Sarah?

I think you're just like
your drawings...

All safe and neat and tidy

and totally unwilling

to take even
the slightest risk.

Chloe,
I appreciate your help.

I really do.

But after Fred's
little meltdown,

I really don't feel like
making another list.

- Well, too bad.

Before you can even think
about marrying Erik,

you gotta get barista boy
out of your system.

- Excuse me! Barista boy
was never in my system.

- Tell that to somebody

you didn't share a bedroom
with for 12 years, 'Kay?

- Okay, fine, maybe Fred
was in my system

a teeny, tiny, miniscule bit,
but not enough for this.

I mean, how can you even
compare him to Erik?

- I can't.
You can.

- Im...pul...sive.

Yeah, see?
You know what?

You were right.

You were right.
Says it all right here.

I will never find anyone
as good for me as Erik.

- Shakespeare!
Hello, buddy!

Oh, yes, oh, yes!

- She said yes?
- She said yes!

She said yes.
She said yes!

- Thank you.

Nonfat half-caf
latte to go, please.

- What about my Bella costa?

- That was the new you.

This is the old you.

Or should I say
the old, old you.

- What am I,
in coffee jail?

- I just call it
like I see it.

- Look, Fred, I...

I'm sorry if my list
offended you.

- So you and the e-man

doing the "for better
or for worse" thing?

- Yes, we are.

- Well, isn't that just
super-fantastic?

Have you told him about
your little list?

Oh! You haven't told
the dude, have you?

- It's none of your business.

- Well, it is his business,

especially if you're gonna
be Dr. and Mrs. Perfect.

- You're just as bitter
as your coffee, Fred.

Have a nice life.

- Just check...
Check this out.

Just for the heck of it,
I called the calamigos.

Seems they just had
a wedding party cancel.

Bride got cold feet
or something.

So now the banquet room,

you know the one
with the wraparound windows

that look over the beach?

Well, it's now available
for Saturday night,

February 1st.

- Ha!

Feb-feb-February!

This...next...

This February?
- Yeah. Exactly.

- Two months?

- Well, what are we
waiting for?

Sooner the better, right?
- Yes, but...

What about, um...
The engagement party

and the pear tree?

- Well, you said the pear tree
wasn't available

for the wedding
till next summer, right?

And there's certainly no need
to have an engagement party

if the big party's
only two months away.

- Yeah, I suppose.
I-I just...But...

- But what?
Come on, Sarah, it's perfect.

Look, we can get married,

we'll spend two amazing
weeks in Tahiti

and be back in time
for your folks' anniversary.

As Dr. and Mrs. Erik
cavallieri.

- Mm...ha...

- I just...

I can't wait for us
to start our life together.

- So should...

I call and book the calamigos,
or should you?

It's already done.

Sweetie, it's gonna be great.

I just...I hope I didn't
mess up your list.

Oh, yeah, you did.

- Erik...

There's something
I should probably show you...

Before anything, though.

- Well, y...
- Ah.

- I mean, y-you have to...
You have to...

- No, it's, uh...

No, uh...Ah.
"Must love animals."

That's good, right,
buddy?

"No slogan t-shirts.

Must have nice feet."

Boy, you are, uh, thorough.

- Look, you're
the only one that ever

even came close to being
a perfect score, you know?

But that's not the reason
why I'm marrying you, of course.

- Whatever. No, it's...
I'm deeply flattered.

And it's darn lucky
I threw away

that "surgeons do it
with heart" t-shirt.

- So you're not offended?

You...you...

- Don't be silly.
- You sure?

- It's adorable.
It's totally you.

It's totally why I love you.

- Really?

- There are so many
details to think about

when it comes to your wedding.

I can only suggest.

The major choices
are between you two.

- Well, actually,
Erik and I are...Are...

Are really clear about,
you know, what we want,

so um...

Thanks.

Leave it to Sarah.

Can't go anywhere
without her list.

- That's my daughter.

The most organized gal
on two feet.

- Well, organized is one thing,

as long as the bride
and groom are on the same page.

Otherwise, it's just chaos.

- Well, you don't have
to worry about us.

Sarah and I agree on just
about everything,

don't we, sweetie?
- Uh-huh.

- Okay, shall we start
on the menu?

- All right.
First of all, no red meat,

and nothing endangered...
We're very adamant about that.

- Okay. Then might I sugg...
- So we're thinking a choice

of either wild salmon
or free-range chicken breast,

right, honey?
- You know, I-I don't know.

I was thinking that, um,
you know, a lot of people

do like red meat, so...

Maybe we can offer
filet mignon too.

- Baby, that's...

That's very different
than what we talked about.

- I know, but...
Different is okay, right?

Make everyone happy.

- Okay, yeah.
Filet mignon too.

But only grass-fed organic.

Try hearst ranch
up in San simeon.

- Well, we usually order

from organic pastures
in riverside.

- Do they guarantee
no subtherapeutic antibiotics

in the meat?
- Pfft!

Good point!

We'll order from hearst.

- Why don't we go on
to centerpieces?

Um, you know what,
I-I sketched out

just a few concepts.

- You didn't mention that.

- Yeah, just some
simple drawings I did.

- Oh, yeah!

No, sweetie, you're right.

These, uh...
They're...They're simple.

I mean, I thought
we were gonna go for

something more elaborate
than this.

- You're right, of course.
Of course, yeah.

- Erik, maybe these
are more to your liking.

Personally,
I love this third one.

- Oh...my.
- Huh?

- Are those...Those
bird cages?

- Yeah! It's so much better
than a plain old vase.

Plus, it can hold
three times the flowers.

- Bird cages.
How unique.

- Yeah. Actually, I thought...

- Do these come silver-plated?
- Silver, gold.

Whatever you like.

And we can have them bursting

with a melange
of Autumn flowers.

- So like some calla lilies,
dahlias, and delphiniums?

- Agapanthus,
blue irises.

I know...Grape hyacinths!

- Yes! Oh, and one giant
cymbidium orchid

smack in the middle,
just towering over all of them.

- Erik, that is genius!

- That's my future
son-in-law.

Erik, darling,

is there anything
you don't know?

- Sarah, you have
quite a catch here.

You two
are gonna be so happy.

I just said

I think you two
are gonna be so happy.

- Sarah...you all right?

- I'm okay.
- Honey, what is it?

- Oh...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oh! Oh!

I just...
I can't breathe.

- I'm taking her
to the hospital.

Oh...

- How's my girl, Pete?

- Well, her vital signs
are fine,

and all her tests
came back negative.

I'd say what you experienced
was...

Simply a reaction to stress.

- Stress?
I-I couldn't breathe.

- No, sweetie,
hyperventilation's

often a result of stress.

- Sarah, are you particularly
anxious about anything

right now?
- No, we were just sitting

with our wedding planner,
talking about food and flowers.

All of a sudden,
she couldn't breathe.

- Joanie had such
commitment anxiety,

she'd throw up if she even
looked at a wedding dress.

- I don't have
commitment anxiety.

Tell him I-I don't
have commitment anxiety.

- Well, let's just be glad
if that's all it was.

Right, Erik?
- Absolutely.

Thanks for the second
opinion, pal.

- Can't be too sure
about these things, right?

- It's a big decision, Fred.

It's not just, you know,
go get married.

It's actually
a big decision.

- You know what I think,
Sarah?

I think
you're just like your drawings...

All safe and neat and tidy

and totally unwilling
to take even the slightest risk.

- "Fred Jones, number ten."

Oh...

Print.

- Thanks for telling me

you're in
the barista contest!

- Ho ho ho.
Pardon "ez moi."

I was too busy
"having a nice life,"

which in my book means
you wanted me to get lost.

- Well, in my book,
it doesn't mean that.

I guess we go
by different books.

- I guess so.

- So I just wanted
to wish you good luck.

So...good luck.

Okay, I had a panic attack.

So maybe you were right.

I, um...Was...

I-I was...

Maybe a little bit
commitment-phobic.

So I just wanted
to tell you that.

So...how's practice going?

- For what?
- The contest.

- I'm not...I'm not doing
the contest.

- Why not?

Fred, it's...

Fred, this is silly.

You're so good at this.
You make people happy.

And that makes you happy,
so...

And it's $10,000, so...

You should do it.

- I'll think about it.

- Oh, Mr. Paxton.

Um...

Sorry. Hi.

Um, I have some new sketches
I wanted to show you.

- Sarah, really,
I don't think that...

- Please?

- You did these?

I'll get back to you.

- Great.

- Go, Fred, go, Fred,

go, Fred, go, Fred...
- Would you stop that?

You're ruining
my concentration.

- Sorry, bro.

- Yes, here we go.
12 perfect espressos.

- How we doing?
How we doing?

9:17.

- How we doing?

6:01!

- Time.

6:17.

- Feels nice.
Let's get it right on it.

- Shakespeare,
let me see.

- That's perfect.
That's perfect.

Try that.
Try that.

- each letter is better
than the letter

that came before
the other letter.

Win or lose...

You'll always be the best
barista in the west...To me.

- You sure we don't need
an invitation for this wedding?

- Yeah, yeah, I mean,

hotels let their clients
do this all the time.

Let them sit in and get
some good ideas, you know?

Spend some more money.

- Welcome to the west coast
regional

invitational
barista championship!

Well, let's get started.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's meet our finalists!

Our first finalist up
from Bakersfield, California,

barista number four,
Meredith Sanchez!

And next, on our list
right here,

from L.A. city coffee,
a hometown boy from Los Angeles,

ladies and gentlemen,
barista number ten,

Fred Jones!

Next on our list,
ladies and gentlemen,

from los osos, California,

number nine,
Curtis chin!

Good luck to the competitors.

And ladies and gentlemen,
let's get started!

Time!

For barista number four,
Meredith Sanchez,

11 minutes, 3 seconds!

- Kenneth and Marcy
have written their own vows

which they will now
share with you.

- Marcy, I promise to love,

honor, and obey you...

And to, uh...

Respect and Cherish

the many differences
between us.

May our assets
and our shortcomings...

Help us grow as husband and wife

for many,
many years to come.

Yeah, it's the hospital.

I gotta go.
Sorry, honey. Take notes.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

time now for the all-important
tasting.

- Kenneth,

I can say it now.

You...were not the man
I expected to marry.

But...

I am so grateful
for the partner I found in you.

When I'm sad,
you make me happy.

When I'm weak,
you make me strong.

You are truly
head and shoulders

above any man
I've ever known,

and I love you for it.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
time now...

For our final contestant,
barista number ten,

Fred Jones!

- I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Oh!

- Congratulations!

- Congratulations!

- For barista number ten,

Fred Jones
is 10 minutes, 51 seconds!

And now,
time for the tasting.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it appears that after
taste and testing,

Meredith, Fred, and Curtis,

it appears as though
you're in a dead heat

going into the final round.

Let's give them a nice
round of applause.

- Hey, Sarah,
what are you doing here?

- Uh, how'd everything go?
How's your patient?

- Oh, excellent.

He came through
like a little champ.

- That's great work, Erik.

I'll catch you later.

- Baby, what is it?

Everything okay?

- Ladies and gentlemen,

time now
for the specialty drink round!

Baristas, are you ready?

On your marks...

Get set...

Ms. Evans.

- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I just...This is the hardest
thing I've ever had to do.

It's just
I was at that wedding,

and I was watching them
and I was listening to them,

and I just don't...
Feel the same.

And I should feel that way.

But I don't.

- Yeah, you should.

Did you ever feel
that way about me?

- Yes.

I think.

I don't know, I...

I just...I feel I need
something...

Different.

I need something more.

- Different from
what's on your list?

- You said it yourself.

You can't create
your own destiny.

You know, I never
wanted to mention it, but...

I always thought there was
something missing

from that list of yours.

A list that I supposedly
fulfilled.

- What?

- There was nothing
on there about love.

- I'm...I'm really sorry,
Erik.

You really are
a wonderful man.

- I'm gonna miss you,
Sarah.

- I'll miss you.

- Okay. Okay.

Okay.

- Judges, can I get
your final tallies, please?

Thank you very much.

I am proud to announce
the first,

second,
and third-place winners

in this year's west coast
regional invitational

barista championship.

Baristas,
ladies and gentlemen,

it's time.

Third place,
with an Espresso race time

of 11 minutes, 18 seconds

and a specialty drink score
of 9.4 out of a possible 10,

Curtis chin!

Second place...

With an Espresso race time

of 11 minutes, 3 seconds

and a specialty drink score
of 9.6,

ladies and gentlemen,
miss Meredith Sanchez!

That, of course,
makes our first-place winner

with an Espresso race time

of an unheard of
10 minutes, 51 seconds,

and a specialty drink score
of a perfect 10.0,

Mr. Fred Jones!

- Thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you.
- Whoo!

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks very much.

- Now, ladies and gentlemen,

on behalf of the west coast

regional invitational barista
competition and championship,

we have this first-place check
in the amount of $10,000!

- Wow!

- Fred, because of this,
you have qualified

to compete in the world
barista championship next spring

in Honolulu, Hawaii!

- Well, um...
Thank you.

Thank you, uh...

Thank you to the west coast
regional invitational

barista championship
for this incredible honor

and for this huge
wad of cash.

I, uh, I promise
not to spend it wisely.

I also, uh, wanna thank

someone who not only pushed me
to enter this competition

but someone who is also
the inspiration

behind one of my winning
specialty drinks.

You see,
when we first met,

I took one look at her
and I thought,

I don't have a chance
in the world with this woman,

but I sure know
what kinda coffee she needs.

And so the sumatran sling

and a special friendship
was born...

And I just wanna say

that I've really missed
that friendship.

So Sarah fischer,
take yourself a bow.

- It's so exciting.
- Congratulations.

- See ya.

- Wow!
- Ha ha ha ha.

- Look at you.

Well...

You should congratulate me.

- Wait. Aren't you
supposed to congratulate me?

- I-I called off
my wedding.

- No way.

- Yes way.

- Well, uh...
What happened?

Dr. Perfect
wasn't so perfect after all?

- No, actually, um...
He's pretty perfect.

I just realized that, uh,
what I wanted was,

um...someone...

Imperfect.

- Is that so?

- So I was wondering
if, uh...

You knew anyone imperfect

that you could
introduce me to.

- Mm. Well, what about
your list?

- It's on the list.
It's just...It's...

A lot shorter.

You wanna hear it?
- I don't know, do I?

- It says...
Must love the guy more than...

Anything in the world.

- That's it?
- That's it.

- What about the guy
loving you

more than anything else
in the world too?

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