If you want to know what I'm up to,
all you have to do is look at my feed, and you'll see.
My man, my Mani,
my mini, which is actually a fiat,
#lessbasicbitch.
Henry, on the other hand, wasn't on Instagram.
So if you want to know what the hell he's doing,
you have to stop by his office.
What the hell are you doing?
This soothing balm is causing me a great deal of discomfort.
Our diaper cream sales have been... well, stinky.
- We should sell it as an eye cream. - What?
I read on some beauty blog that's what J-albs does.
Or J-lo.
One of the J's.
Look.
I must admit, your under-eye region...
Does look luminous.
Mm-hmm. I call it "Butt Eyes."
No. No, you don't. That is a terrible name.
But it is a solid idea.
We market our diaper cream for an unexpected use.
We target new moms who aren't getting enough sleep
and could desperately use...
- Butt Eyes! - Please stop saying that.
I promise I can come up with a better name.
A little bit of you, a little bit of me, right?
Right. In the meantime,
go pitch this to Saperstein! He's gonna love it!
Yeah.
I'm more of a "have the idea" person.
I'm not really, like, a "bring the idea to Saperstein" person.
It's... Liza, this is a good idea,
and I want him to know that it's yours.
Here's another one I had... the Blorkel.
It's a blanket with a built-in snorkel
- so... - Mm, yeah.
You have a strong, viable idea for this company
whose value far exceeds that of an aquatic blanket.
So go to Saperstein.
Pitch him your diaper-cream concept this very instant!
"Srsly"?
Seriously.
It's so you can breathe under the covers, right?
- What? - The Blorkel.
Oh! Yeah. Exactly.
If I were you, I'd "Shark Tank" that one.
Maybe I will.
I'll give you $100 for 90% of your company!
Thank you.
Oopsies! Ooh.
Yes, my oopsies, as well.
Oh. You are Eliza Dooley's acquaintances, are you not?
Wren and... Prue?
He got it right. Wow.
We're delivering hand-crafted sandwiches
for Bryn's artisanal farm-to- conference-table food concept.
Ah, yes. I hear they've amassed quite a following upstairs.
Wren must be enjoying a healthy profit.
Um, actually, since we all make the sandwiches,
we're all enjoying profit.
We've bucked the traditional corporate structure
in favor of a shared equity model, so...
Well, good luck with that. Yeah.
- Dig the shoes. - Pardon?
I said, "dig the shoes."
- Thank you. - Nice...
Leather-bound early edition copy of "Little Women."
Yeah, I wrote an analysis of that novel
for my women's studies thesis.
I see. And in your thesis, what exactly did you "thees"?
I argued that a Jo and Laurie marriage
would have made a superior ending due to their obvious...
sexual tension?
I couldn't agree more.
Okay, speaking of sexual tension, you guys...
...or is this just regular tension?
I'm gonna head back.
You should come by our book club, Henry.
It should be fun to have, like, a male perspective.
Yeah, I-I'll think about it. Yeah.
Aah!
Prue, take it down six notches.
Ahh.
Well?
Omg, h-dog,
I am pumped like some re-released Reeboks.
Tell me! I just bid on and won
a pair of limited edish Marc Jacobs jellies!
Shopshifter user Babyfuzz
can straight up suck it in some Havianas.
I'm sorry. I-I am confused.
She's the Ratchet I was bidding against.
And Havianas are, like, the every flip-flop.
No. Eliza, what happened with Sam Saperstein
- when you told him your idea? - Oh, that.
Okay, so, I was on my way to Saperstein's office,
and I started think about how "sapers" sounds like zappos...
No, it doesn't.
...Which in turn reminded me that I needed a good water shoe.
A water sh... why does anyone need a good water...
And I'd been fiending for those M.J.'S,
and then it was like, "seize the day."
You know?
No, I don't know.
In fact, I'm fairly certain the "carpe Diem" philosophy
does not apply to online shoe shopping.
Aah!
All right, this is not longer an ask. This is a demand.
Follow through on your great idea.
I am personally walking you over to Saperstein's office.
Right now. Out of your chair. Let's go.
Um, I can walk by myself, thank you very much.
All right. Okay?
Oh!
Starting now.
And so, you'll notice my under-eye region
is as smooth and supple as a baby's back door.
- The end. - That's remarkable.
And I love how I knew your presentation had finished.
Mm-hmm.
No, don't look at me, sir. This is all her.
Miss Dooley, if I had my druthers,
we'd squirt diaper cream on the face
of every woman in this country, whether she liked it or not.
Yikes.
The only... problem
is that we can't legally advertise a product
for something other than its intended use.
- Oh, well. - No. Not "oh, well."
Never "oh, well." Okay.
We need an unofficial way to get the word out.
Well, what about Twitter?
I have hundreds of thousands of followers
on Twitter and Instagram
and dozens of contacts waiting to connect with me on Linkedin.
I can get the word out... unofficially.
By all means, tweet, gram, uh, link in.
Okay. You know what's happening right now?
A brainstorming sesh.
We're riffing. It's a riff.
We're like a corporate jazz trio
trying to figure out a profit tune.
Henry on the hi-hat.
Eliza Dooley on the French horn.
Uh, I don't know what we're doing here.
Solo. It's your solo.
♪ Don't really know what a French horn sounds like ♪
Mr. Saperstein, there's a...
I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were riffing.
I will let the board know you're in a jazz meeting.
Thank you, Joan.
That night, for the first time ever,
I took my work home with me
and tried to come up with a hashtag
to make Butt Eyes go viral.
Why do people favorite when they can re-tweet?
Nut up, dude!
My mom's such a coward.
Hey, do you want to meet my mom?
- They're in town this week. - Hmm? Who's in town?
My parents.
Oh, you want me to meet the parents?
Like in that movie, uh, "Meet the Parents"?
Yeah. I mean, unless you're not into it.
Hmm? I'm fully into it.
- Yeah? - Yeah! Hell yeah.
- Hell yeah. - Hmm.
Great.
Okay, you know what? Hashtags would have to wait.
I had a super-hot guy in my bed who was...
Good morning! How are you? But keep your answer brief,
'cause I'm really just waiting to tell you how I am.
I'm fine! How are you?
I think I'm okay, but last night, for the first time ever,
Freddy and I slept together without sleeping together.
Mm-hmm.
Meaning I didn't ride the pony to pound town.
I got that.
Well?
Why aren't you exploding into a million charmoniques
and scurrying across the floor in shock?!
Because I'm not shocked.
It sounds like your relationship with Freddy is maturing.
Yeah. He asked me to meet the parents.
Oh, you mean like in that movie "Meet the Fockers"?
Yeah, but back to us not having sex.
Is that what happens in mature relationships?
Every relationship is different,
but none of them are different, yes?
That's how you know you're on the next level, though,
when you think about more than just having sex with them.
Are you thinking about having sex with him right now?
No!
Okay, get away from my desk.
Hi.
God!
God! My heart is racing.
Mine, too. Workplace rendezvous?
This is not a rendezvous.
Technically, any meeting is a rendezvous.
Touché.
And additionally, please leave.
I'm sorry?
I'm sorry, Wren, but I learned in my women's studies seminar
that no one likes to be falsely encouraged.
So I must respectfully express that I am not interested
in forging a romantic convergence.
With you.
Yeah. Got it.
Thanks for being so frank.
Wren, hold on a second.
I'm not really a muffin guy, so...
Sir, Charlie said you wanted to see me?
Uh, yes. That's exactly what I told him to say.
Come in. Take a seat.
Henry, I just wanted to thank you
for the tremendous work you've been doing with Eliza. Oh.
I took the liberty of ordering us a celebratory Sammie.
Oh, cheers. Very kind of you, sir.
You know, Henry, I don't know the difference
between a panini and a Pokémon.
You don't?
But I do know this little piece of edible sunshine
is the highlight of my day.
Hmm.
Mmm.
Sir?
Are you... are you all right? Is there something wrong?
E-everything's wrong.
Everything!
The old sandwich was sweet, salty, creamy, crisp.
She was a... a toothsome journey. But this? Th...
it's...
Excuse me.
Ah, yes. Hello.
I just picked up two of your artisan sammies,
and I'm just wondering
if we're up against some sort of chutney issue.
I see.
Right. Well, uh, thank you for the explanation.
Hmm.
What is the explanation?
Well, Henry, it's a tale as old as time.
Girl makes sandwich, sandwich is delicious,
boy breaks girl's heart, girl makes new sandwich
which tastes like ground-up pigeon beak.
And I don't think I need to tell you how this story ends.
You actually do, sir.
Boy fixes sandwich, Henry.
Boy fixes sandwich.
All I said was that I wasn't interested in her romantically.
It's not what you said. It's how you said it.
Come on! What? I'm willing to pay double
if we can have the old, toothsome sandwiches back.
Our cooperative doesn't bend
to the pressure of the almighty dollar.
Fine.
What if you tell me the ingredients
so I can make the sandwich for him myself?
Oh, and if I just gave you some brushes,
could you paint the "Mona Lisa"?
Uh... I think this is a little different.
Out.
Come on.
All I was trying to do was be honest about my feelings.
It's great that you can be so honest about your feelings,
even if it means hurting someone else's.
Thank you.
I meant that as a burn.
Meant mine as a burn, too.
"Thank you" was your burn?!
Per Henry's instructions,
I was trying to follow through on my diaper-cream idea,
which meant another late night at the office.
What are you still doing here?
Okay. All my push notifications are now diaper-face related.
We're trending on Pinterest's life hack board.
And I was just re-tweeted by the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles.
Aah!
Wow, look at you.
Working late. I've never seen this side of you before.
Hey, did you know there's this guy that comes through
and empties every trash into one giant trash?
He's like reverse Santa of garbage.
Yes, he's the janitor.
So, I shouldn't leave cookies for him?
No, he sees cookies as more work. In fact,
cookies are just something else that he has to throw away.
Well, I'm just gonna print off this report
illustrating my progress for Saperstein
and then race off to dinner with Freddy's parents.
Freddy asked you to meet his parents?
Unless you think I should cancel.
I don't want you to say I'm not following through.
As someone who has spent far too many nights alone
with the reverse garbage Santa, I can tell you
that following through on personal stuff
is just as important.
So, why are you still here and not with Julia?
Because Julia is a workaholic, like me.
I guess that's why we're perfect for each other
and seldom together.
Meeting the parents.
Yeah. Wow. Things are getting "srs."
"Srsly."
Eliza, try to stay off the phone tonight.
The only thing that should be glowing at that table is you.
Glowing.
I hope I'm dressed okay.
I don't exactly have time to go home and change.
You want to borrow my coat?
Hmm. Maybe.
Here you go.
Turn around. Right.
Well? How do I look?
Wow.
Little bit of you, little bit of me.
That seems to be the winning combination.
As I drove to meet Freddy and his parents,
I thought about what Henry had said.
Some moments are worth putting your phone down for.
But more and more, we forget to.
Hi. Um, I'm joining them.
Thank you.
It was starting to feel like
the world was divided into two groups of people...
those on their phones and those not on their phones.
But suddenly, it was like the blue haze had lifted.
Hi!
- Oh, hey. Eliza. - Hi! Oh, hi.
Wow, she is even more beautiful than on Instagram.
Oh.
We started following you a few weeks ago
when Freddy tagged you in one of his pics.
Ah!
- #stalkers. - #guilty.
Okay, Eliza, this incredibly Internet-savvy couple
happens to be my parents... this is Brandon and Maisy.
Hi. Brandon and... and Maisy?
Uh, you do realize your couple name is Mais-'n-bran.
Oh, my God. That is fantastic.
- I love it. - I love it!
Huh? I mean, no wonder you're together, right?
What's our couple name?
Um, uh, fry... Za. Fryza.
Fryza?
Yeah. Yeah.
F-fryza. Yeah, fryza.
Sure.
It wasn't just that our couple name
sounded like a German curse word.
It was the fact that 90% of the time I spent with Freddy,
we were either doing this...
...and that he eats his bread like this.
Mm! Are we ready to order?
Madame?
Oh, uh... I'm not sure what I want.
Can you come back to me?
- Honey? - Um, I'm gonna do the salmon.
Oh, yeah. Salmon, please.
Make it three. Salmon sounds great.
You won't be disappointed. That's what we're famous for.
I don't know why I'm having so much trouble
committing to something that sounds so... great.
Do some people not like the salmon?
Oh, no. Everyone loves the salmon.
And, in theory, I should, too.
It's just that I've had a lot of salmon recently.
And I kind of feel like I've gotten all I can get out of salmon,
and I may just have lost my taste for...
Salmon entirely.
I mean, look. There are other fish in the sea.
I mean, if salmon doesn't feel right,
then you probably shouldn't force it.
It was one of the best pieces of advice
a waiter had ever given me.
Liza? You okay?
Mais-'n-bran, I'm really sorry.
Uh, your son is smoking hot,
and we have obscene sexual chemistry. We're just not...
We're not a winning combination.
A-are you dumping me?
I'm really sorry.
Eliza...
Eliza!
So, just three salmons, then?
Of all the people to die, why Claire Danes?
- Prue! Prue, you can't do that! - I also read it.
I just always picture Beth as Claire Danes.
I think it's great that Beth died.
I'm actually super happy for Beth.
I mean, dying from scarlet fever
sounds better than being ignored on match.com every night.
Too late for one more?
I'm sure you don't still want me to join your book club, Wren,
but, um... I re-read my thesis,
and it is hogwash.
Jo and Laurie are meant to be friends,
and Laurie is seeing someone else.
You see, Wren? Laurie doesn't hate Jo.
Laurie is just in a relationship.
And make no mistake, Laurie is not physically attracted to Jo.
But Laurie certainly did not need to just say that.
Agreed.
Laurie still has some work left to do.
I'm sorry, Wren.
And not just in a self-serving,
I-want-your-sandwich kind of way.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I really didn't.
Apology accepted.
Thank you.
Oh, and, uh...
One more thing. Bryn?
Yeah?
For someone with such a large welcome mat,
you aren't very welcoming.
Burn returned, my dear.
That's your burn?
How long did it take you to come up with that?
With my phone off for almost...
I don't know how long because my phone was off...
it was just me and this one thought that I couldn't shake.
The only person who I wasn't hiding from,
the only person who had ever seen me with no #filter was...
- Henry. - Hey.
How did it go with Freddy?
It went exactly... like it was supposed to.
Oh, good.
Glad to hear it. Have a great night.
Henry. Wait.
I want to give you your jacket back.
You can just give it to me tomorrow.
No.
I really want to give it to you tonight.
No, I'm not.
I have to go feed my cat.
You don't have a cat.
I don't understand what the point of this button is!
I wasn't discouraged.
Henry had taught me to follow through on my good ideas,
and this one was even better than the Blorkel.
Henry and I were going to be together...
Or else.
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