Previously on Felicity:
Ben got Lauren pregnant. She's gonna move to Arizona. He might go with her.
I was wondering if...
you would come to Arizona with me.
I just can't do that.
I need to find my own direction now. I need to find out what my life is.
I mean, legally, I could try to keep you from going.
You made all these decisions without me. You can't do that any more.
- [Sean] Wow! - [Ben] it's weird.
- [Sean] it looks just like you. - [Ben] Shut up.
[Sean] it does! A big nose, squinty eyes...
That's not the head. That's the head.
- That's the head? - Yes!
- Oh, man, that is weird. - Yes.
Wow.
I can't believe this.
- So Lauren gave this to you? - Yeah.
- Does that mean you guys are okay? - I guess, yeah.
- And what about Arizona? - She hasn't decided yet.
Get a lawyer. You can keep her here.
- I am not going to get a lawyer. - Yeah, but this baby...
This baby is yours as much as hers. Aren't you, you little...
- You little future person! - Oh, my God.
- What? - You really scare me sometimes.
Shh! Shh! I'm bonding with the baby.
Yeah, I know Daddy. Daddy can't take care of a house plant.
But Uncle Seany's here and I'm gonna teach you...
- What are you guys doing? - Uh... nothing.
Lauren gave me a copy of the ultrasound.
- Of the baby? - Yeah.
- Yeah, you gotta check it out. - You don't have to.
- No, she does. - No, I want to.
This is amazing. You can see everything. Look, look at that.
That's the head, the arms, the belly...
- Oh, my God. - And look at that!
What is that thing between the legs?
- Lauren told me, it's a boy. - Oh, my God, Ben.
Okay, can I just say, Sean is a fantastic name.
- I'm not naming him Sean. - Why not? Sean Covington?
"Now batting, Sean Covington." Come on! That kid's going places.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
♪ Can you become
♪ A new version of you
♪ New wallpaper
♪ New shoe leather
♪ A new way home
♪ I don't remember
♪ New version of you
♪ I need a new version of me
♪ New version of you
♪ I need a new version of me ♪
- Meghan? - What?
- Can you just type a little softer? - No.
Thanks.
What page are you on?
24. I'd be on 25 if you'd stop interrupting.
- Sorry, I haven't picked a topic yet. - What?
- I'll do it on Georgia O'Keeffe. - It's due tomorrow.
I know. I have a lot going on right now.
With my architecture thing and my studio work.
I know about the pregnancy.
What?
Sean told me everything, so I get it.
I wouldn't want to work on some lame-ass art history paper
if I was losing my boyfriend to a boozy hag in Arizona.
I'm not gonna lose my boyfriend.
She doesn't drink any more.
Okay, whatever. Forget I brought it up.
Did Sean tell you about the ultrasound?
- Yeah. - You should've seen Ben looking at it.
I could just feel him drifting away.
Look. I shouldn't have said that.
You're not losing Ben. He's not going anywhere.
Arizona? Please.
Yeah, that's what he keeps saying, but...
That ultrasound's just a piece of paper.
What happens when it's a person?
A boy?
Take an incomplete on your paper.
Finish it over the summer.
I can't. I need the creds to graduate.
- Okay. You know what I would do? - What?
Go to the library's dissertation section,
get a paper on art history and copy it.
I can't do that.
Why not? My friend Earl does it.
He's never been caught.
Nobody ever reads those things anyway.
Thanks, but I'll figure something out.
I will figure something out.
I'm sure you will.
Probably get an "A", too.
That's what makes you so damn annoying.
Did you hear? Tell me you heard.
- Huh? - The Bowers account. 20 minutes ago.
- Nailed it! And... - And what?
Only Pop Tarts in the kitchen. Just showed up.
I love this place, man.
- You're not excited at the Pop Tarts? - Not really.
What's the matter?
I got back from lunch and this was on my desk. Webb wants to see me.
- I'm sure it's about Zoe. - She told him?
This is it, the big talk: "Let's get it all out on the table."
"When I see you, I see the guy who's sleeping with my daughter."
I wanted to tell him. Now I don't know what I'm going to say.
You know what you need? My four-point plan.
- What's that? - FEPS.
FEPS nailed the Bowers account. Get up.
- "Feps" is not even a word. - Trust me.
- FEPS is the secret to my success. - What is it?
- FEPS! Stand up. - Sean, I... Okay. I'm standing up.
Okay. FEPS. F-E-P-S. All right?
"F". Firm handshake.
Lets 'em know you're starting off confident.
"E". Eye contact. You're seeing what they're seeing, all the time.
There it is. Where you looking? There it is. Okay.
"P". The power fist.
At some point during the meeting, give 'em one of these. The power fist.
It implies enthusiasm. Makes you look like a leader.
And S.
The solidarity squeeze. Nothing wrong with a little human contact.
Let 'em know we all share this big blue planet together.
Right? Looks like you care. That's FEPS.
[phone rings]
Noel Crane.
Uh, let him know I'll be right there. Thank you.
- Webb's ready for me. - Woah!
FEPS is gonna save your ass. Give me a power fist.
I gotta go.
If you can't do it for me, you can't do it for him.
What was that? No, a power fist, with enthusiasm.
- You're the man! - There you go! All right.
Go get him. Go get him!
Hopeless.
- How do I look? - Javier, you look so handsome.
Really? Usually, white makes people look so fat.
No, on you it's very slimming.
You'll attract a lot of men dressed like that.
That's the whole idea.
The guy at the pro shop said "it's all about having fun."
I said, "No. Tennis lessons are about finding a partner,
and having a game, set and match made in heaven."
I think tennis is a great way to meet somebody.
Hey, why don't we do it together?
We can do round-robins and meet the partner of our dreams.
Actually, I already have a partner.
- Have you taken lessons behind my back? - No, no!
- I met somebody. - You did not!
I did. His name's Michael, he's a dental hygienist.
- Why didn't you tell me? - I didn't want to jinx it.
- So this is serious? - Lt hasn't gotten physical yet, but...
I really do like him.
That's wonderful.
A dentist.
- Dental hygienist. - Right. Yeah.
Javier, I can tell. What's the matter?
Nothing, no, I...
- I just want to be in love too. - You will be.
You will. I know you're gonna find love on the court.
- You really think so? - Of course.
I'm so happy for you. Really.
Hey, why don't I bring Michael by your work this afternoon, so you can meet?
Okay, fantastic. I can't wait.
First, let me show you the rest of my outfits.
Oh, my God. You have more?
Honey, please.
- So, the reason I called you in... - Mr Webb.
I'm sorry to interrupt, but can I say, right off the top,
thank you for calling me in. I know what this is about.
My relationship with Zoe will in no way affect my work here. In fact...
I think it may actually make us more productive.
- No... - Another thing.
Zoe told me about her last relationship and what happened.
I assure you that's not going to happen with me.
I like your daughter... Sir.
No, that's not the reason I called you in.
- I want to talk to you about Sean. - Oh.
Okay. Of course. I heard he nailed the Bowers account.
- Sean told you that? - Yes, sir.
- He didn't nail it? - Bowers is going with Deakin's.
- What? Why? - He didn't like Sean.
But what's not to like? He's got so much enthusiasm...
And that's all he's got. I gotta be honest with you.
I've sat in on meetings, watched Sean pitch clients.
And it's the same thing every time. He's all instinct, no skill.
And his instincts, they are not good.
I don't think that's entirely fair...
He's got one setting, full speed ahead.
He's bouncing off the walls, arms flailing...
His style, what you've got to love about him.
Yeah, I know. And I don't like it.
Well, I don't know what to say. Sean is my partner. We're a team.
I understand that and I admire you for sticking by him.
I need you to take a supervisory role. We have a presentation tomorrow.
- Yeah, the suitcase company. - Take the lead in that meeting.
Keep an eye on Sean. I don't want to lose any more business because of him.
Noel. I'm having this conversation with you because if I have it with Sean,
it's gonna be to let him go.
- You understand? - Yes, sir.
- Javier, can I have another coffee? - Sure. Do you know any single gay guys?
Don't tell me about the cheerleader guy, that did not work out.
- Well, I know you. - Thanks, that helps. Anyone else?
I don't know. I'd have to think about it.
There's 8 million people in this city.
Me and Mr Ra-Ra cannot be the only gay single guys that you know.
- Javier? Javier. - Oh, hi!
I want you to meet somebody. This is Michael.
- Michael, this is Javier and Elena. - Hi, there.
- Hello, how are you? - Hi.
Great to meet you. Rita talks about you all the time.
- I told him about your tennis lessons. - I'm looking for a doubles partner.
[laughs]
Um, Elena, can you help me a minute? I need you to unload the Kenyan roast.
- What? - I need your help for a second.
Yeah, but I don't work here. Yes, you do. Okay. So, um...
Please, have a seat, enjoy the ambiance. We'll be back in a couple of minutes.
- Thanks. - Javier, what are you doing?
- What is wrong with you? - I know him.
- That guy, Michael. - So?
He used to date a friend of mine, Andy. They had a whole thing.
And?
And, Andy is a guy.
- Oh. - Oh. Exactly.
What shall I do? I should tell Rita, right?
- No, stay out of it. - Really?
Absolutely.
You're right.
[computer beeps]
Every time I try to get online this stupid thing crashes.
Let me give it a try. Can I try?
- What's the site called? - Guggenheim. ed...
They have stuff on Georgia O'Keeffe but I can't get to it.
- *** - Yeah.
[beeps]
Agh! See? it freezes. I'll never get this paper done.
You'll get it done. Let's try again.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Hey. Yeah.
You wanna do a Lamaze class?
Um... Yeah, okay.
Yes. Yes, definitely. Do you want me to come there, or stop by here?
All right, I'll see you then. Okay.
Sorry.
- You're gonna do Lamaze? - I guess so.
I want to participate more so she doesn't want to move away.
- It was my dad's suggestion. - That sounds like a good idea.
Yeah.
- Felicity. - It's okay.
- It's just a class. - I know, I know.
I'm just stressed out about this paper.
And that computer's never gonna work so I'm gonna go to the library.
But I... I'll see you later.
Excuse me, where is the dissertation section?
- The dissertation section? - Yeah.
A friend of mine wrote a dissertation and I just wanted to take a look at it.
See her name in print.
She was a very good friend of mine.
Who died, suddenly.
- Sixth floor. In the back. - Thanks.
[sad, gentle song plays]
- Is that your paper? - Yeah.
You finished a 30-page paper in one night?
This is what I was talking about. Unbelievable.
It's not that great.
It took me three weeks to write this. I'll get a "C" and you'll get an "A".
- That's what I mean about annoying. - I'm not gonna get an "A".
We'll see.
You wrote it on Manet? I thought you were writing on Georgia O'Keeffe.
I changed my mind.
A problem with your paper, Felicity?
No, sorry.
[door closes]
[Ben sighs]
- Hey. - What's going on?
Uh...
- Lauren's gone. - To Arizona?
Yeah, she told me yesterday at that class.
What did she say?
That her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, whatever, is moving down there.
So she's gonna go with him.
- What are you gonna do? - I'm thinking about it.
- I'm gonna go see a lawyer. - A lawyer?
Yeah. Sean says that, legally, I can keep her here.
- Ben, I'm really sorry... - Lt sucks, but I'll deal with it.
It's a hassle.
[door opens]
Oh. Finished your paper so you don't go to class any more?
- Yeah, I just slept in. - Carnes wants to see you.
- She does? Why? - I don't know. Your paper, I guess.
She probably hasn't even read it yet.
That would be weird considering she handed them back today.
I got a "B Plus". Thanks for asking.
Ls that your art history paper?
Yeah. it's probably nothing. What time were you going to see that lawyer?
Not until this afternoon.
Look, Sean, the Waldron presentation today...
The suitcase company? That meeting is mine.
Bowers yesterday, suitcases today.
I was actually thinking that...
maybe I could take the lead on this one.
Er... Why not? I'll sit back, watch you use FEPS, maximize all the points...
- I may not use FEPS this time. - What did you say?
I want to read the room, see if it's a situation that calls for it.
I've never seen one that didn't.
Let's just see, okay?
Okay. But I guarantee you'll use that solidarity squeeze.
- You're probably right. - Yeah.
[knock on door]
Oh, my God, Javier. What happened?
Tennis elbow. Can you believe it?
You poor thing, I've heard that's very painful. I'm so sorry.
It's not so bad if I don't move a single muscle in my body.
But guess what? I found a guy for you!
- What? - Ln my tennis class.
And Mother, Mary and Joseph, he is yummy!
Just like Warren Beatty, pre Shampoo.
Javier, I already have somebody.
- You mean Michael? - Of course I mean Michael.
- What, you don't like him? - No, I like him a lot, it's just...
Okay. I think you'd better sit down for this.
What is it?
Okay, remember when you and I did Streetcar together?
And I said that I was a lot like Tennessee Williams?
Yeah. Because you're both gay.
- Michael's a lot like Tennessee too. - What?
He dated a friend of mine, a male friend.
- That's impossible. - I called the friend to make sure.
- You're checking up on him? - They went to Jamaica together.
Javier, I'm really surprised at you.
I understand you're alone and it's hard to see friends...
No, that's not what this is.
Isn't there a reason why you haven't been physical?
We're waiting for the right time.
If a person doesn't want to have sex, it doesn't mean he's gay.
He asked me to be his doubles partner.
- What, he was hitting on you? - I don't know. I'm just saying that...
You know what I think? I think you have a problem.
You're attracted to him and you can't deal with the fact that he likes me.
- You know I'm not attracted to him. - How?
Because if I was, I'd tell you.
Rita, I just don't want you to get hurt.
Michael is a wonderful man and he would never hurt me.
You're the one who's doing that.
- Good luck with your tennis lessons. - Rita, come on... Ow...
[gasps in pain]
Holy guacamole.
- Meghan? - I'm busy.
I need to talk to you. It's kind of an emergency.
What?
I know why Professor Carnes wants to talk to me.
That's your emergency? My forehead is a sea of blackheads.
- That is an emergency. - Wait.
- I copied my paper. - What?
- I went to the library. - The dissertation section?
- My God, you're totally busted. - No, please God, don't say that!
I didn't know what to do. It was 30 pages long.
- Ben was scheduling Lamaze classes... - Just relax, all right?
You act like you're having a baby.
- This happened to Earl once. - You said he wasn't caught!
- He wasn't! Jeez! - Great!
Before they could prove anything,
he got rid of the dissertation he copied.
Wouldn't it be easier to confess?
What? They'll kick you out for sure if you do that.
Go to the library and get that dissertation.
- Now! - I'm going.
Wait, will you just tell me that everything's gonna be okay?
- It's gonna be okay. - Okay.
[whistles]
Uh... What are you doing?
- Me? - You dropped a book in the trashcan.
Oh, my God. I thought that was the book drop.
No, it's a trashcan.
Well, I guess I should get the book out of the trash.
That would be a good idea.
I'll...
People really shouldn't bring food in the library.
- Why don't you give that to me? - Oh, I'll... I'll put it back.
- Give me the book. - I really, I don't mind.
Give me the book or I'll have to report you.
- Anything else I can do for you today? - No, that's all. Thanks.
- I won't do anything with the suitcase. - Okay.
Dan, you remember our new associates, Noel Crane, Sean Blumberg.
- Mr Waldron. - Big Dan.
- Easy. Bones are brittle. - Yeah? Well, the mind's still sharp.
Huh? [laughs]
- Why don't we get started? - All right. Good to see you.
All right. Um...
- Right? - Yeah.
So, your 2002 product line, specifically the new rolling travel bag,
is unique to the marketplace for three reasons.
Three reasons, right? What do those three reasons have in common?
Only this.
None of them have anything to do with a monkey.
We all remember the commercial.
The ape takes the bag over his head, tries to destroy it...
- No, Sean, not now. - Don't worry. You'll get your turn.
You know what? Let's take a five-minute break. Would that be okay?
- Can I talk to you outside? - Absolutely.
I know you were to take the lead but I saw you starting off real slow.
- I jumped in to help you out. - You're not helping.
This is how I landed the Bowers account.
You didn't. You lost Bowers.
- What? Come on. - They went with Deakins.
All right. You gotta back off. Your style, you need to bring it down.
One pitch doesn't go well and I have to change my style?
No, Sean. it's not just one pitch.
- All right? it's... - It's...? What? What is it?
The meeting I had with Webb wasn't about Zoe.
It was about you, the way you pitch clients. And if...
if you don't change it, he's gonna fire you.
- He said that? - Yes.
I gotta take notes on how to pitch clients from him?
He owns the company.
Know the last time he was in a room selling clients? 20 years ago.
- He made some good points. - You agree?
- No, just listen to me, Sean. - No.
You're in a room, and you've...
- You've got tools at your disposal. - Right, I know how to do this.
But sometimes you don't.
Okay, look. Look.
One of my summers, I spent doing construction. We were building a house.
- Don't give me that look. - Yeah.
The point is, I remember the tools they had, all these different hammers.
A ball-peen hammer, if you needed to hammer something delicately.
If you were gonna do demolition, they had the sledgehammer.
- You always use the sledgehammer. - Because it always works.
It doesn't. It wasn't working in there, Sean.
All right.
Well, I see how this is going.
- You're sort of maneuvering yourself. - Sean, come on.
You and Webb. You know what? That's fine.
You can stop maneuvering because I'm getting out of your way.
I quit.
Sean...
- Excuse me, Professor Carnes. - Felicity, hi.
- Hi. I heard you wanted to see me. - Yep.
It's about your paper.
Before you say anything, I didn't have a lot of time to write it.
I've been overwhelmed with my personal life.
- It's fantastic. - What?
It's far and away the best paper I've read all semester.
- I've submitted it to the UNY journal. - Oh, my God.
The editorial board has to review it before they publish it, but...
I'm sure they'll love it.
I...
- it's a big honor. Congratulations. - Thanks.
I can't believe it. I've officially become a cheater.
- You're not a cheater. - I cheated on Ben and on this paper.
Fine. You're a cheater. Just don't get caught this time.
It's being published. Everyone'll see it.
Everyone! All 10 people that read the UNY journal.
Did you at least get rid of the dissertation?
- No. - Oh, my God.
I'm sorry, but that guy who works there, he freaks me out. He scares me.
Okay, go to Carnes and tell her you don't want it published.
I can't. She'll get suspicious.
Do you know nothing about breaking the rules?
When they get suspicious, deny. Deny, deny, deny.
- Deny what? - Hey!
Hey. What are you telling her to deny?
Nothing.
My... um...
art history paper is being published.
- Really? - Isn't that great?
- Yeah. - Did the whole thing in one day.
- Meghan. - It's true.
- Well, um, congratulations. - Thanks.
[noise of computer game]
[click of controls]
Jump. Jump. Jump!
Sean.
- We need to talk about what happened. - What's to talk about?
You walked out in the middle of a pitch.
- What about it? - Lt was unprofessional.
- I was unprofessional? - You're my partner. You abandoned me.
I abandoned you! You abandoned me way before.
I fought for you in that meeting with Webb.
I was protecting your job, Sean.
I don't need protection. Have fun with Webb!
- What does that mean? - That I quit, okay?
I said I was gonna do it. I called Webb.
All right. This whole thing has been blown out of proportion.
You're enthusiastic and that's a good thing. That's what I told Webb.
Sometimes, you can be a little overbearing.
- Overbearing? - Yes, sometimes.
Sometimes?
Ls that your opinion or is that Webb's?
That's what I thought.
- I'm gonna go for a walk. - Sean.
I think I've had enough career advice for one day.
So, tennis elbow. I'm surprised that Rita didn't mention it.
Apparently, she doesn't tell you everything.
- Sound like someone else you know? - Open.
- Yeah. You're not flossing, are you? - Yes!
- Okay, no. - Your gums are receding.
You got a lot of plaque build-up in there.
Okay, Michael. I'm not really here to talk about my teeth.
Okay.
Thank you.
I'm just gonna say this straight out, so to speak.
But first, could you put down that really sharp thing?
Thank you.
- Okay, Michael, the gig's up. - What?
I'm friends with Andy Cragnotti.
I don't know anyone by that name.
You dated him for three months, you went to Jamaica together...
I'm sorry. You have me confused with somebody else.
Okay. I don't care who you sleep with, believe you me.
I just don't like you using my friend Rita as your beard.
My beard? She's my girlfriend.
Okay, your girlfriend, whatever you want to call her.
She's my friend friend, okay?
And if you hurt her, I will hunt you down with a posse...
Not literally, but you know what I mean.
I'm sorry, but, uh... you got the wrong guy.
Okay, if that's the way you want to play it.
That's the way it is.
[Meghan] I can't tell you everything, she'd kill me, but basically,
Felicity followed my advice and now it's a disaster.
Normally, I wouldn't give a rat's ass but with her I have this thing.
I feel protective or something. It's so annoying.
- Hey, Sean. - Yeah.
- What's on the ceiling? - Nothing.
- Do you think I'm overbearing? - Yeah.
I'm serious, I mean, do you think people are put off by me?
You're not a wallflower. You walk into a room, people know it.
- Great. Now my wife agrees. - Agrees with who?
Nobody. Just everyone at work.
Listen.
I'm an honest person. I've been that way my whole life, I was born that way.
And sometimes, people whine. They tell me I'm too harsh.
But there's nothing you can do about that. That's who you are.
No, I can tone it down anytime I want. The thing is, I like being that way.
You gotta know when to turn it on and when to turn it off.
When to use the ball-peen hammer, when to use the sledgehammer.
- You just lost me. - Doesn't matter, I quit this afternoon.
- What? - Yeah, I lost an account.
Wait, one bad day at work and you quit? That's the stupidest thing I ever heard.
You might want to use the ball-peen.
Stop with the hammer, now. You love that job.
I know!
- Did you tell her to stop the presses? - No.
- You want me to do it for you? - No.
God, talk about annoying.
Professor Carnes, do you have a minute?
I was just about to ask you the same thing.
- Really? - What's up?
- You go first. - Okay.
Well, it's about your paper.
The editorial board read it and they had some questions.
Apparently, one of the members thought some of the material sounded familiar.
Familiar?
Yes, and they were wondering if it was your work.
I told them what a great student you are.
There's no way you would do something like that.
Yeah, no... Um...
But if you do change your mind about wanting to publish it...
Are you kidding? I support you 100%.
They'll clear this up in no time.
So what was it you wanted to ask me?
It's not important. Thanks.
What happened?
- They know. - What?
The editorial board knows it's not my work.
Oh, crap.
Hey, here.
Oh, my God. This is it!
I didn't go to the library and steal one that wasn't it.
And you're right, that guy Jerry's a freak.
- Who's Jerry? - Jerry, that wack-job that works there.
I promised to go out with him Saturday.
- What? - It's the only way I could get by him.
Meghan, thank you.
No, no, I'm not actually going out with him. it was... What's the matter?
Nothing, just some guy from the editorial board called.
I have a meeting next week to show them the references I used.
Oh, my God! Could these people please get a clue?
Everybody does this. It's not that big a deal.
- Want me to go talk to them? - No.
- Why? it's my fault. - No, it's not your fault.
You're right. it's Ben's fault.
If he hadn't got Miss Booze-Cruise preggers, you'd have...
it's my fault. It was such a stupid thing to do.
I'll be known as the girl who got kicked out of college for copying a paper.
If they kick you out for this, I'll set the administration building on fire.
And in a year, you're not even gonna remember this happened.
Hell, you probably won't even remember me by then.
What? Of course I'm gonna remember you. We'll probably see each other every day.
Really? You think after this, we'll be friends?
Yes!
Okay, God, I was just asking!
Relax, freak show.
I think I just made the feet too big. Hold on.
You know what, let me call you back. Yeah, I will. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
So, I just... talked to Webb and he's giving me a second chance.
- He gave me my job back. - That's great, Sean, that's great.
Yeah, I basically told him that I... you know...
I'm gonna change my style, make it more like yours.
No, that's the last thing you wanna do. We bring different things to the table.
Yeah, one of the things you bring is loyalty. Webb told me you stuck by me.
Of course. You have your own way of doing things and it's great.
- It's just it's too big. - No, it's not.
Sometimes, yes, it's a little big.
- But you'll keep me in check, right? - Yeah.
- Thanks. - Of course.
Rita, what are you doing?
Oh, I was just coming to talk to you.
In that?
I signed up for some lessons.
It turns out you were right. Michael is a lot like Tennessee Williams.
[whispers] I knew it.
- Did he come right out and tell you? - Yeah.
- Javier, I'm sorry. - No, I'm sorry. You really liked him.
I did. But there'll be someone else, right?
Yeah, I wasn't kidding about that guy in my tennis class.
The one that looks like a young Warren Beatty?
Okay, a middle-aged Warren Beatty. Kinda like Bugsy with Botox.
But he has a really good forehand.
That's okay, as long as he's straight.
Lately, every guy I like turns out to be gay.
You and me both.
So, does this mean that we get to be mixed doubles partners now?
Of course. But you should know, I'm not very athletic. I'm warning you.
Who said anything about athletic?
You look good on the court. In this game, that's all that matters.
I agree. I love your new shirt...
Hi.
Hey.
What are you doing?
I was just looking at this. It was on your desk.
It's pretty hard to get used to, isn't it?
Yeah, a little.
So I saw that lawyer today.
Yeah, how did that go?
Not so good. She thinks I should move to Arizona.
What?
But I told her that's not gonna happen.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not.
And you know that, right?
Hey.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Can I tell you something? - Yeah.
- You know my art history paper? - Yeah?
- They think I copied it. - What do you mean? That's crazy.
I did, I copied it. I went to the library and I...
- I copied someone's dissertation. - Why?
I don't know. I've just been...
so freaked out about everything that's going on with us.
I can't concentrate, I couldn't write...
I'm in such big trouble. I don't even know if I'm gonna graduate.
No, you're gonna graduate.
You are.
Look, I know I've said it a thousand times but we are gonna get through this.
We are.
This time I'm just not so sure.