Drop Dead Diva s01e08 Episode Script
Crazy
See that aspiring model there? That was me-- Deb-- until the day I died.
I thought I'd go straight to heaven, but there was a bit of a mix-up and I woke up in someone else's body.
So now I'm Jane a super-busy lawyer with my very own assistant.
I got a new life, a new wardrobe, and the only people who really know what's going on with me are my girlfriend Stacy and my guardian angel, Fred.
I used to think everything happened for a reason and, well, I sure hope I was right.
::: Timecodes - gius ::: - Good morning.
- Who is Brian Young? - Do I know a Brian Young? - That's what I'm asking.
Let's start again.
You just got an e-mail from a Brian Young.
Listen.
"Dear Jane-iac"-- Oh, I am so gonna use that.
"I can't believe it's been 15 years.
I hope we can pick up where we left off.
See you tomorrow night.
" - You read my e-mails? - Is that what's important here? - What's tomorrow night? - Your high-school reunion-- The big 1-5.
Oh, no.
No, I'm not going.
Tell that to the dress you ordered-- The one that's hanging in your office closet.
- I bought a dress for the reunion? - And now I know why-- Because Brian Young wants to pick up where he left off with his Jane-iac! - Good morning.
- Morning.
- Uh, coffee? - No.
I mean, yeah.
- Sure, let me-- let me get you a cup.
- Oh, you don't have to.
Are we gonna talk about what happened? Yeah, of course, just not here.
Okay.
Why not here? Can we just talk later, in private? Look, if it was a mistake, just say so, and let's move on.
- What was a mistake? - Nothing.
Right.
I need you both in Kim's office now.
- What's going on? - A bride, weeping, in my office.
I don't do tears, so I sent her to your office.
Please make it stop.
Last night was my wedding night.
At least it was supposed to be.
- Thank you.
- Why are you still in your, uh-- It took me six months to find this dress.
And I paid for it myself.
$10,000.
- I can't just take it off.
- 10 grand? - It's beautiful.
- Thank you.
Every member of my family, every friend I've ever met.
I mean, it was humiliating.
What exactly happened? And a-- Oh.
Well, Matthew and I, we-- you know, we hadn't seen each other all day because of you know, tradition.
But about a half-hour before the ceremony I figured to hell with tradition.
I was gonna surprise him.
Oh, God.
I open the door and the first thing I see is the maid-of-honor dress lying on the floor.
And then the second thing I see is my friggin' maid of honor lying on my fiancé.
What happened next? Well, I mean, I called off the wedding, obviously.
And then I just-- I got in the limo and drove around till your office opened.
- You want to sue your fiancé? - No.
I want to sue my maid of honor.
She was my best friend.
And she ruined everything.
Oh, no.
Ugh.
Hey, Jane, you got a minute? Sure.
I owe you an apology.
The other day when you saw Kim and me, the kiss-- - I know what you're thinking.
- You do? It was completely inappropriate.
That kind of thing makes people uncomfortable at work.
- I should know better.
- Well, I'm sure it won't happen again.
- Will it? - I don't know.
And I don't know what to say to Kim.
Uh, I'm sure you're just lonely.
You miss Deb.
Well, maybe you're right.
Yeah, Kim just happened to be standing in front of you when you were vulnerable.
It could have been anyone.
- Not really.
- Well, I'm just saying.
It's human nature to reach out to the person closest to you physically.
I have a 10:00.
And I-- I really got to go.
All right.
Brandon Tharp is waiting for you.
You're ready for this, right? - Oh, I'm well-prepped, Parker.
- Show me.
Brandon Tharp is C.
E.
O.
of Tharp Industries-- Which is the largest domestic manufacturer of home lawn mowers.
Yeah, I know.
His board of directors is trying to prove he's incompetent so they can trigger a clause in his contract stripping him of his authority and booting him from the company he started.
I've known Tharp for 10 years, and you've never met him.
Why do you think he asked for you on this? Uh, 'cause I'm good.
- Do you maybe want to come in with me? - He only wants you.
Maybe he is a little wackadoodle.
I mean, that would explain why he doesn't ask for the lawyer who has, you know, his name on the door.
- I should probably go on in.
- Right.
I'll be here if you need me.
Jane Bingum.
I hear great things-- Great things.
Strawberry? I had them flown in from Mendocino.
That's, uh, Jamaican pepper.
And the vinegar's from a small town in Umbria.
- Try it.
- No, thanks.
The combination makes you look younger.
What do you think-- Younger? I've actually never met you before, so I would have no way to tell.
Yeah, well, okay.
- What about now? - Yeah, a little bit.
The wolves are circling, and I need a bulldog.
- And I'm your-- - Bulldog.
- Sit down.
- Okay.
About six months ago, I was on a business trip in Alaska.
When the altitude got to me, I collapsed, clunked my noggin-- Near death, as they say.
While I was out, I had one of those epiphanies.
An epiphany? I was wasting time on this extraordinary planet.
So now I'm on the smell-the-flowers tour.
I ran with the bulls.
I dived Loch Ness-- No monster-- Collected some, uh pretty good tattoos.
I'll show you when we get to know each other better.
Not necessary.
Two weeks a month, I travel exclusively by hot-air balloon.
Well, according to your board, you have also shut down four factories.
They've been repurposed.
I'm building green cheetahs-- Top secret.
And your profits are spiraling down.
This isn't about my board.
It's about my son, Charlie.
I entrusted the bum with 10% of my company and now he's convinced the board to sell.
He wants to cash out.
And that's why they want to get rid of you.
I need your help to save my company, Miss Bingum.
Well, I will do what I can.
Bulldog.
Oh! Oh, sir.
Oh, there's a great white shark breeding ground just off Catalina.
I've always wanted to check it out.
You know, people say life is precious but unless they've been on that escalator in the sky and watched the gatekeeper push the return button they don't know what they're talking about.
What did you just say? - Hey, do you want to maybe have dinner later? - Oh, can't tonight-- Heading to the gym.
- I thought we could strategize our case.
- The crying bride? - That's right.
- Ah, come on, Kim.
- There's no real cause of action.
- How about infliction of emotional distress? The guy's an ass.
The bridesmaid's no better.
But it's a waste of time.
Or maybe you're just a coward.
- Are we still talking about the case? - What else would I be talking about? I'm gonna get this case in front of a judge, and I'm gonna help my client.
Good luck.
- Brian Young is hot.
- I know.
Captain of the tennis team, class president, and look how big his hands are.
I know.
"Dear Jane, I will never, ever, ever forget prom night-- Best night of my life.
X.
O.
, Brian.
" He X.
O.
'd you, Jane.
You gave him the best night of his life.
Oh, you're so going to this reunion.
- And I'm going, too.
- Mm-hmm.
I've reviewed your filing, and while I sympathize with your client I don't see any cause of action here.
Your honor, with all due respect, my client suffered severe and extraordinary emotional distress when she walked in on her fiancé and Miss Klinger in bed-- Actually, on the floor.
Yeah, that's mushy, emotional stuff, not a case.
I want to rip out every one of her capped teeth.
I'll take care of her.
My client's faith in the institution of marriage and her ability to enter into a future relationship has been permanently damaged.
So she should see a therapist, not a judge.
There's no financial loss here.
Her parents lost a fortune on the band, the catering, the event planner.
She doesn't have standing to sue on her parents' behalf.
Her dress-- Nonrefundable, your honor.
It cost $10,000.
She paid for it herself.
$10,000 for a dress? Oh, uh, yes, sir.
It's-- it's beautiful.
It's a cream, peau de soir, silk satin gown with a seed-pearl-, bead-, and jewel- encrusted bodice, all hand-embroidered.
You may have found yourself a toehold, Miss Kaswell.
Your honor, this is totally unprecedented.
Your client was the maid of honor.
She probably helped Mia select the dress.
- She would have known its value.
- She told me it was worth every penny.
The maid of honor could have foreseen that her actions would have caused the dress to go unused.
Okay, I'm willing to entertain arguments in a short evidentiary hearing but no mushy stuff.
No mush, your honor.
You didn't have to come down.
On the off chance that Tharp comes to his senses and wants to be represented by the managing partner thought I should be here.
That's an awesome pep talk.
You did remind him that we have court this morning, didn't you? Oh, there he is.
Oh, God.
Come on, bulldog.
Let's go win this thing.
Uh, Mr.
Tharp, I told you to put on a suit.
And I did.
I did.
But I gave it to Mooky, the gentleman outside.
His-- his jokes aren't very funny, but his stench is impressive.
I had to get him out of those clothes.
- Are those pajamas? - Oh, they're so comfortable-- - The Middle East knows comfort.
- Oh, that's true.
Okay, court's starting.
What's the plan here, Bingum? Okay.
What size are you, sir? After mom died, dad sent me to a boarding school with the motto "a structured life is a successful life".
- This suit is itchy.
- Shh.
He was always big on structure.
Back then, I didn't see him much but, uh, no one worked harder.
And now? And now he's on permanent vacation.
His reaction to our stock tanking-- He moved his office to the roof-- outside-- Started drafting contracts in rhyme.
The distributor lived in Nantucket.
Who can resist that? So, what is your response to your father's restructuring of the company? It's ludicrous.
The board's recommendation to sell the company is clearly in the best interest of the shareholders.
And if my father were in his right mind he would agree.
Your witness.
Charlie, isn't it true that until recently you hadn't set foot in the company headquarters? Yes, but I-- And on your income tax, you listed your occupation as semiprofessional surfer? I took ice-skating lessons when I was 6.
Does that make me a semiprofessional ice skater? It's a real job.
One that qualifies you to pass judgment on your father's management style? - Objection.
- Sustained.
You're angry with your father, aren't you? It's hard to be angry with someone you hardly know.
Are you good at math, Charlie? I'm okay.
Tharp Industries is valued at $50 million, and you own 10%.
So if the company is sold, how much do you pocket? $5 million.
- Miss Bingum.
- I'm almost done.
$5 million.
How many surfboards does that buy you? - Miss Bingum.
- Yeah? Your client.
It was itchy.
- We made it past summary judgment.
- Excuse me? Mia Reynolds-- Bride versus maid of honor.
Judge Brody agreed to hear arguments.
Care to join us at the table? - Pass.
- What do you have against this case? Just because you can get it into court doesn't mean you should.
What's that supposed to mean? Kim, you can't litigate every emotional dispute that comes along.
Crap happens.
Crap? Look, maybe this was all for the best.
By finding out now, Mia saved herself from a bad marriage and a painful divorce.
- You're defending the guy? - Not at all.
Guy's a creep who couldn't control his urges, but-- Is that what happened to you? When you kissed me, you just lost control? - Kim.
- It's just a question.
This isn't about me or us.
Right, 'cause we can't talk about that.
I have a case to prepare.
When you told your board of directors that you intended to fill your warehouse with green cheetahs, what was their reaction? Well, they thought I was a little whoop-whoop-whoop off the ranch, wackadoodle, which I guess is understandable.
You weren't talking about actual cheetahs.
Of course not.
Why would I put cheetahs in a warehouse? What would they eat? That's a good question.
Tell me about your cheetahs.
The green cheetahs are lawn mowers that run on the very grass they cut.
The patent is pending, and, once approved they'll be the only type of lawn mower that we manufacture.
Your witness.
So, what happens if your cheetahs don't live up to your expectations? - Why are you putting out negative energy? - Please, just answer my question.
- Please answer my question.
- Your honor.
Mr.
Tharp, you need to answer questions, not ask them.
Do you understand why your employees might be you know, losing faith in a C.
E.
O.
who doesn't attend board meetings who wears flippers to work, disrobes in a courtroom? Nothing happens at most board meetings.
And when I'm planning on swimming, I put on my flippers.
And if I'm itchy, I take off what itches.
Mr.
Tharp, why are you wearing bunny ears? I feel you need more smiles in your life.
Oh, look, it's working.
That will be all, Mr.
Tharp.
Your honor, as our next witness, we'd like to call Sandi Kipling.
Uh-oh.
What uh-oh? Objection.
Miss Kipling's on the list, but she's marked unavailable.
We didn't locate Miss Kipling till this morning.
Brief recess, your honor? Excuse me.
I'm looking for Kim Kaswell.
That's me.
I'm Matthew-- Matthew Warren-- From the wedding.
The Matthew who-- - I know who you are.
- I-- I-- I need your help.
- You're kidding me.
- Mia won't talk to me.
I need you to talk to her for me.
Tell her I'm sorry.
- Tell-- no, tell her I love her.
- What planet do you live on, Matthew? - I-- I know I messed up.
- Messed up? Messed up is forgetting her birthday or telling her that a new dress she bought makes her ass look fat.
You banged the maid of honor right before the "I do"s.
What were you thinking? I wasn't.
- Was it just an urge? - What? An urge-- something you can't control.
Do you want to blame it on an urge? I-- I-- I don't know.
I just want another chance with Mia.
You don't get another chance.
Tell you what, though-- When we're finished with Susie, we're coming after you.
What are you looking at? Miss Kipling, I appreciate you flying in for this.
Uh, so, tell me, how did you meet Mr.
Tharp? I-- I work at Dino's Doughnuts in Anchorage.
He asked for a doughnut and a small coffee.
I gave him a medium coffee 'cause if you get the combo it's the same price, and he called me an angel.
And then I asked him his name, and he didn't know.
He didn't know his own name? Well, he said he used to be someone else.
And then he started talking all fast and jumbled and that was before any coffee.
Hmm.
Do you remember anything he said? He said something like the universe is made up of energy that never goes away, and I said I wish my furnace ran on that kind of energy, because it's always cold at my house and he said he'd buy me a new house.
- And did he? - Yes.
Miss Kipling, do you know what a psychotic break is? Objection-- Is the witness a doctor who moonlights as a Dino's Doughnuts waitress? Oh, I'm not saying it's impossible.
Sustained.
Your witness.
Uh, excuse me.
Can I ask the witness a question? - It's okay with us.
- Your honor, short recess? Miss Bingum, we're here to rule on Mr.
Tharp's competency.
I'm giving him the floor.
Miss Kipling.
During my visit I found your hospitality warm and inviting your personality to be genuinely engaging and compassionate.
And so my question is this.
Will you marry me? - What were you thinking? - I can't believe she said no.
Really? You can't believe that? Maybe it's because she's sane.
And you know who's not sane? Me, for thinking you are.
- Bulldog, you don't mean that.
- No, I do.
You-- you believe them? You believe my son? You think I'm crazy? Mr.
Tharp, I think you need help from a shrink.
Do you know why I hired you-- Not your firm, but you-- Why I sought you out? 'Cause I'm good? I heard about your shooting, that you flatlined and you came back.
We-- we both had a brush with death, and I-- I thought-- I thought you would understand me.
You show up for court in your pajamas you propose to witnesses, and you wear bunny ears on the stand.
What exactly am I supposed to understand? I was wrong about you.
I'm sorry.
- Miss Bingum.
- What? You're fired.
It feels awful.
I've never been fired before.
- What about the dandruff commercial? - That was you.
- Mm, that was me.
- You refused to scratch.
I didn't want to be known as the flaky-scalp girl.
Oh, Stacy, I don't know if Mr.
Tharp is crazy or not.
I mean, sometimes he can be quite perspicacious.
Maybe he needs deodorant.
Oh, it's a fancy word for insightful.
Oh, perspicacious, duh.
You know what? I think he is crazy 'cause who wouldn't want you as their lawyer unless, of course, you're wearing this dress.
What was she thinking? Brian Young hasn't seen me in 15 years, and this dress was out of style then.
Scissors safety pins, and rubber cement.
- What are you doing? - Two words-- "project runway".
Okay, we've got 30 minutes.
Start memorizing your classmates while I make it work.
All right, I'll start with the A's.
Ooh, Carl Amuroso.
You're a chess-club member and class treasurer, right? And you wore that bow tie in your senior picture.
- You remember me? - Uh, sure Jane.
How you been? Cheater.
No one remembers me, Stacy.
The girl who checked us in thought I was the caterer.
I learned all their names, and none of them know mine.
Sweetie, you're only here for one reason-- Brian Young.
Now, let's find him.
I've got an idea.
Let's split up.
You keep an eye out for your prom date, and I'm gonna go mingle.
Why? Trust me.
Right now, no one remembers you.
Before we leave, no one will forget you.
- Bye.
- Stacy.
Who knew all the guys would lose their hair so quickly? - Am I right? - I was just saying that.
- You don't remember me, do you? - Of course I do Stacy.
Spirit squad, right? Go, warriors.
Panthers.
Rar.
I love the shoes, love the purse, love the fabric.
You don't look a day over 21.
What's your secret? Um have you guys seen Jane Bingum? Who? O.
M.
G.
, there she is.
Did you see last month's people? She's, like, a superstar lawyer now-- Represented Clooney in that paparazzi-stalker case.
Can you believe it? Our Jane Bingum.
- No way.
- Way.
And don't quote me, but I think Clooney asked her out.
I had Latin with Jane.
We were practically best friends.
I had homeroom with her.
In the 11th grade, she was my secret Santa.
- She is the coolest.
- She's perspicacious.
Totally.
I've got a new age girl tell us what she's like An environmentalist girl does she ride a bike? She has a crystal necklace she spends a lot of cash - Jane-iac! - Brian? - Oh! Oh! - Yeah! Yay! - Wow.
- Wow.
- It is so good to see you.
- It's good to see you, too.
You look even better than I remember.
Speak for yourself, gorgeous.
- Look at you.
- Stop.
Oh, can you believe this place? It's just like prom.
Yeah, and who could forget prom? - I know.
It was a perfect night.
- It was.
I'm so glad you said that, 'cause I've kind of felt bad you know, that I may have ruined it for you.
No, absolutely not.
Why would you think that? Because I made it all about me.
I drank six zimas and told you I was gay.
That's the exact same face you made when I told you back then.
Hilarious.
Well, that's me.
I'm hilarious.
And you're-- you're gay.
That's so great.
You're my super-hot, great-kissing gay friend.
- You were so cool about it.
- Yeah.
Hey, there's an open bar.
You want to grab a drink? You drink? I do tonight, and something stronger than a zima.
One of those days? - I thought we both could use a drink.
- I won't say no to that.
Guess who came to see me today? Matthew.
What? W- what did he say? "I miss her.
I love her.
I screwed up.
I'm sorry my penis fell into that other girl.
" Blah, blah, blah.
He said he loved me? That's what they say.
A guy gets one chance to prove who he is, and that's it.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Of course I'm right.
Mia, it was your wedding day.
And she was your best friend.
Hey, what happened to that guy-- That other lawyer that was in your office when we first met the one you kept looking at? No.
Oh, well, sorry.
I don't mean to pry.
I just thought maybe he'd be working with us.
Turns out this case wasn't for him.
But he had his chance, right? The only one who had any trouble was my father.
But he eventually came around, and now he won't go shopping without me.
I-- I-- I've just been doing all the talking.
Tell me about you, Jane.
How's lawyer life treating you? Let me tell you something.
I'm a friggin' great lawyer.
I get into the courtroom, and the words just start coming and my brain is popping, and everything works together except my client fired me today, and it totally sucks.
Well, the client must be crazy.
What's so funny? I was trying to prove that he's not crazy.
I want to tell you something, handsome, dimpled Brian.
And it's something that I can't tell anyone.
You can tell me anything.
I have a secret.
And you can't tell anyone.
Okay, here it goes.
I'm a gorgeous, 24-year-old blonde who's supposed to be wearing a strapless couture gown on the cover of Glamour but instead, they dumped my soul in this body, and I can't get out.
Were you this funny in high school? I don't know.
- Jane.
- Yes.
If you feel like a model, then I say you're a model.
It's just like you told me at prom night.
No one has the right to tell you how to live your life unless you're a serial killer.
- I said that? - More or less.
I am funny.
What was that for? For reminding me who I was.
I'll be right back.
Okay, listen.
I've got great news.
- I met Brian.
- Hello.
I saw the kiss.
- Spill.
- He's gay.
- Well, that's not great news.
- No, I know, but-- we were catching up, and I suddenly realized how I'm gonna get my client back.
Okay, you were talking to the hottest guy here gay or otherwise, and you were thinking about work? No, I was thinking about Mr.
Tharp.
And I know how I'm gonna win this case.
- Brian told you? - No.
Jane did.
- I don't want to wear a tie.
- A tie sends the right message.
- I can't think in a tie.
- Mr.
Tharp.
- Bingum, what are you doing here? - Let me close for you.
Hey, Brandon asked me to step in.
Mr.
Tharp, I've seen the escalator in the sky and I know about that return button.
I know you're not crazy.
Please let me prove it.
What are you talking about? Go back to the office.
- Do I have to wear the tie? - You can wear anything you want even your pajamas.
Boss man, I'm going with the bulldog.
Hey.
Mia, I thought we were meeting in court.
I, uh, wanted to talk to you first.
Well, we'll talk on the way.
I'll drive.
That's the thing.
Um, I'm not going.
I don't want to sue Susie Klinger.
I don't want to sue anyone.
I just want to move on.
Mia, suing Susie Klinger is how you move on.
- You spoke with Matthew, didn't you? - I called him.
- We went to dinner.
- And? I know how you feel about this, but we're gonna give it another try.
- You're taking him back? - We have a lot of work to do.
And we're gonna go to therapy.
I don't know if we're gonna be together forever, let alone a week, but-- A few sweet nothings from your cheating ex-fiancé - and, just like that, you forgive him? - I was angry.
I'm still angry.
All right, if that's what you want.
Maybe I'm stupid or naive, but after talking to Matthew I realized that you can't Litigate emotions? predict the future.
Right.
What happens if he cheats on you again? I might be calling you again.
Brandon Tharp is as crazy as a soup sandwich.
And, uh, you know what? I agree with his son, Charlie.
By society's norms, his dad is an unconventional nut case.
However, that's the only point the defense has made.
Do I look crazy? Yeah, maybe.
But do my words make any less sense than they did two seconds ago? Nope-- same words, different ears.
You just have to work a little harder to hear them.
You know, nobody knows what genius looks like.
Thomas Edison-- He didn't own a clock and he used to-- He used to curl up and sleep under his desk.
And Albert Einstein-- Okay, have you seen his hair? I mean, were these men crazy? No.
Uncompromising, fearless averse to conditioner-- You bet just like Brandon Tharp.
Nobody has the right to tell you how to live your life.
Let's not deny ourselves the chance to benefit from this extraordinary man because we don't like to look at him in his pajamas.
Thank you, counselor.
Your honor, if I can just say one thing? As long as you're not going to propose.
There's a-- a great energy in this room right now flowing through us.
And if I can see a light in the sky and maybe even reach it in my balloon then so beaut - Mr.
Tharp.
- Dad.
- Dad.
- Mr.
Tharp.
- Get some help in here.
- Someone call 911.
Hey.
Have you seen him yet? Uh, no, just the doctor.
He said the MRI shows atrophy of the tissues in his frontal.
It's inoperable.
It'll kill him.
I'm so sorry.
You know we're not very close.
We hardly talk.
But he's my dad.
Paging Dr.
Smith.
Paging Dr.
Smith.
I just always thought he'd live forever, you know? Excuse me.
He's asking for you.
Not you-- Miss Bingum.
Hey, bulldog.
How you doing? What you said back there in court-- Loved every minute.
Hey, don't look so sad.
Do I need to get out my ears? Charlie told me about-- About your brain.
Ah, that old news.
Old news? What are you talking about? I've known since Alaska.
Sandi took me to the hospital.
They did some tests.
I've got frontal-lobe blabbity blah.
Why didn't you say anything? Docs said it could be months, maybe years, before I am rendered-- How'd they put it-- Incapable.
Won't know my own name.
How's that for a bedtime story? I've heard better.
I didn't tell Charlie because I didn't want him worrying about me.
His mother passed away a few years ago.
And I wasn't a good dad.
But he's not a bad kid, you know.
He's-- He's just angry at me.
- Will you do something for me? - Anything for you.
Reconcile with Charlie-- Makes for a better bedtime story.
Good morning.
Sorry about your client-- Totally sucks.
Doughnut on your desk, Grayson on your sofa.
I know I shouldn't have kissed Kim at the office but I don't know if I shouldn't have kissed Kim.
Okay, why are you coming to me about this? Because you're the only one who knows about us.
- Us? - Me and Kim.
- Are an "us"? - I don't know.
Look, you're always so direct with me.
I like that.
And you're so easy to talk to.
Are you asking my permission to date Kim? You-- you know what? I'm-- I'm sounding like a complete idiot.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
Grayson.
Life is short.
And no one has the right to tell you how to live it.
So if you want to take a shot with Kim, I'm not gonna be the one who stops you.
Hey.
What's going on? We're putting together some financial projections for Tharp Industries.
- Does Mr.
Tharp know what you're doing? - He doesn't want to know.
This morning, he signed over voting stock to Charlie.
I don't-- I don't believe this.
And you're helping him break up the company? What? No.
We're figuring out how to retrain the workforce to build green cheetahs.
And anyone who doesn't like it can leave.
Oh, you know what? Can we finish this later? I have to meet my dad.
Jane, he wanted me to ask you to join us.
Hey, how was court? Client got cold feet, ran back to her boyfriend.
- If you say "I told you so"-- - Want to grab some dinner later? That's sweet, but, no, thanks.
- I thought you wanted to talk.
- I wanted to process my feelings.
I did that without you.
Let's just pretend the kiss never happened, okay? But it did, and-- Look, I know the vibe, Grayson.
I've given the vibe.
You didn't know.
You're not sure.
You're on the fence.
I have no patience for the fence.
- But I-- - Let's just roll back the clock to how things were before we kissed, okay? - Sure.
- Good.
- Are you ready for this? - I don't know.
I've never done it before.
That's what I like to hear.
New experiences-- That's what life's about.
You're ready to go, dad.
- Sure you don't want to come with us? - Oh, I'm good.
I'll be here when you get back.
A world so green And we're off.
Here beside you Here we go.
This day Is the perfect day Nothing in our way This is our time
I thought I'd go straight to heaven, but there was a bit of a mix-up and I woke up in someone else's body.
So now I'm Jane a super-busy lawyer with my very own assistant.
I got a new life, a new wardrobe, and the only people who really know what's going on with me are my girlfriend Stacy and my guardian angel, Fred.
I used to think everything happened for a reason and, well, I sure hope I was right.
::: Timecodes - gius ::: - Good morning.
- Who is Brian Young? - Do I know a Brian Young? - That's what I'm asking.
Let's start again.
You just got an e-mail from a Brian Young.
Listen.
"Dear Jane-iac"-- Oh, I am so gonna use that.
"I can't believe it's been 15 years.
I hope we can pick up where we left off.
See you tomorrow night.
" - You read my e-mails? - Is that what's important here? - What's tomorrow night? - Your high-school reunion-- The big 1-5.
Oh, no.
No, I'm not going.
Tell that to the dress you ordered-- The one that's hanging in your office closet.
- I bought a dress for the reunion? - And now I know why-- Because Brian Young wants to pick up where he left off with his Jane-iac! - Good morning.
- Morning.
- Uh, coffee? - No.
I mean, yeah.
- Sure, let me-- let me get you a cup.
- Oh, you don't have to.
Are we gonna talk about what happened? Yeah, of course, just not here.
Okay.
Why not here? Can we just talk later, in private? Look, if it was a mistake, just say so, and let's move on.
- What was a mistake? - Nothing.
Right.
I need you both in Kim's office now.
- What's going on? - A bride, weeping, in my office.
I don't do tears, so I sent her to your office.
Please make it stop.
Last night was my wedding night.
At least it was supposed to be.
- Thank you.
- Why are you still in your, uh-- It took me six months to find this dress.
And I paid for it myself.
$10,000.
- I can't just take it off.
- 10 grand? - It's beautiful.
- Thank you.
Every member of my family, every friend I've ever met.
I mean, it was humiliating.
What exactly happened? And a-- Oh.
Well, Matthew and I, we-- you know, we hadn't seen each other all day because of you know, tradition.
But about a half-hour before the ceremony I figured to hell with tradition.
I was gonna surprise him.
Oh, God.
I open the door and the first thing I see is the maid-of-honor dress lying on the floor.
And then the second thing I see is my friggin' maid of honor lying on my fiancé.
What happened next? Well, I mean, I called off the wedding, obviously.
And then I just-- I got in the limo and drove around till your office opened.
- You want to sue your fiancé? - No.
I want to sue my maid of honor.
She was my best friend.
And she ruined everything.
Oh, no.
Ugh.
Hey, Jane, you got a minute? Sure.
I owe you an apology.
The other day when you saw Kim and me, the kiss-- - I know what you're thinking.
- You do? It was completely inappropriate.
That kind of thing makes people uncomfortable at work.
- I should know better.
- Well, I'm sure it won't happen again.
- Will it? - I don't know.
And I don't know what to say to Kim.
Uh, I'm sure you're just lonely.
You miss Deb.
Well, maybe you're right.
Yeah, Kim just happened to be standing in front of you when you were vulnerable.
It could have been anyone.
- Not really.
- Well, I'm just saying.
It's human nature to reach out to the person closest to you physically.
I have a 10:00.
And I-- I really got to go.
All right.
Brandon Tharp is waiting for you.
You're ready for this, right? - Oh, I'm well-prepped, Parker.
- Show me.
Brandon Tharp is C.
E.
O.
of Tharp Industries-- Which is the largest domestic manufacturer of home lawn mowers.
Yeah, I know.
His board of directors is trying to prove he's incompetent so they can trigger a clause in his contract stripping him of his authority and booting him from the company he started.
I've known Tharp for 10 years, and you've never met him.
Why do you think he asked for you on this? Uh, 'cause I'm good.
- Do you maybe want to come in with me? - He only wants you.
Maybe he is a little wackadoodle.
I mean, that would explain why he doesn't ask for the lawyer who has, you know, his name on the door.
- I should probably go on in.
- Right.
I'll be here if you need me.
Jane Bingum.
I hear great things-- Great things.
Strawberry? I had them flown in from Mendocino.
That's, uh, Jamaican pepper.
And the vinegar's from a small town in Umbria.
- Try it.
- No, thanks.
The combination makes you look younger.
What do you think-- Younger? I've actually never met you before, so I would have no way to tell.
Yeah, well, okay.
- What about now? - Yeah, a little bit.
The wolves are circling, and I need a bulldog.
- And I'm your-- - Bulldog.
- Sit down.
- Okay.
About six months ago, I was on a business trip in Alaska.
When the altitude got to me, I collapsed, clunked my noggin-- Near death, as they say.
While I was out, I had one of those epiphanies.
An epiphany? I was wasting time on this extraordinary planet.
So now I'm on the smell-the-flowers tour.
I ran with the bulls.
I dived Loch Ness-- No monster-- Collected some, uh pretty good tattoos.
I'll show you when we get to know each other better.
Not necessary.
Two weeks a month, I travel exclusively by hot-air balloon.
Well, according to your board, you have also shut down four factories.
They've been repurposed.
I'm building green cheetahs-- Top secret.
And your profits are spiraling down.
This isn't about my board.
It's about my son, Charlie.
I entrusted the bum with 10% of my company and now he's convinced the board to sell.
He wants to cash out.
And that's why they want to get rid of you.
I need your help to save my company, Miss Bingum.
Well, I will do what I can.
Bulldog.
Oh! Oh, sir.
Oh, there's a great white shark breeding ground just off Catalina.
I've always wanted to check it out.
You know, people say life is precious but unless they've been on that escalator in the sky and watched the gatekeeper push the return button they don't know what they're talking about.
What did you just say? - Hey, do you want to maybe have dinner later? - Oh, can't tonight-- Heading to the gym.
- I thought we could strategize our case.
- The crying bride? - That's right.
- Ah, come on, Kim.
- There's no real cause of action.
- How about infliction of emotional distress? The guy's an ass.
The bridesmaid's no better.
But it's a waste of time.
Or maybe you're just a coward.
- Are we still talking about the case? - What else would I be talking about? I'm gonna get this case in front of a judge, and I'm gonna help my client.
Good luck.
- Brian Young is hot.
- I know.
Captain of the tennis team, class president, and look how big his hands are.
I know.
"Dear Jane, I will never, ever, ever forget prom night-- Best night of my life.
X.
O.
, Brian.
" He X.
O.
'd you, Jane.
You gave him the best night of his life.
Oh, you're so going to this reunion.
- And I'm going, too.
- Mm-hmm.
I've reviewed your filing, and while I sympathize with your client I don't see any cause of action here.
Your honor, with all due respect, my client suffered severe and extraordinary emotional distress when she walked in on her fiancé and Miss Klinger in bed-- Actually, on the floor.
Yeah, that's mushy, emotional stuff, not a case.
I want to rip out every one of her capped teeth.
I'll take care of her.
My client's faith in the institution of marriage and her ability to enter into a future relationship has been permanently damaged.
So she should see a therapist, not a judge.
There's no financial loss here.
Her parents lost a fortune on the band, the catering, the event planner.
She doesn't have standing to sue on her parents' behalf.
Her dress-- Nonrefundable, your honor.
It cost $10,000.
She paid for it herself.
$10,000 for a dress? Oh, uh, yes, sir.
It's-- it's beautiful.
It's a cream, peau de soir, silk satin gown with a seed-pearl-, bead-, and jewel- encrusted bodice, all hand-embroidered.
You may have found yourself a toehold, Miss Kaswell.
Your honor, this is totally unprecedented.
Your client was the maid of honor.
She probably helped Mia select the dress.
- She would have known its value.
- She told me it was worth every penny.
The maid of honor could have foreseen that her actions would have caused the dress to go unused.
Okay, I'm willing to entertain arguments in a short evidentiary hearing but no mushy stuff.
No mush, your honor.
You didn't have to come down.
On the off chance that Tharp comes to his senses and wants to be represented by the managing partner thought I should be here.
That's an awesome pep talk.
You did remind him that we have court this morning, didn't you? Oh, there he is.
Oh, God.
Come on, bulldog.
Let's go win this thing.
Uh, Mr.
Tharp, I told you to put on a suit.
And I did.
I did.
But I gave it to Mooky, the gentleman outside.
His-- his jokes aren't very funny, but his stench is impressive.
I had to get him out of those clothes.
- Are those pajamas? - Oh, they're so comfortable-- - The Middle East knows comfort.
- Oh, that's true.
Okay, court's starting.
What's the plan here, Bingum? Okay.
What size are you, sir? After mom died, dad sent me to a boarding school with the motto "a structured life is a successful life".
- This suit is itchy.
- Shh.
He was always big on structure.
Back then, I didn't see him much but, uh, no one worked harder.
And now? And now he's on permanent vacation.
His reaction to our stock tanking-- He moved his office to the roof-- outside-- Started drafting contracts in rhyme.
The distributor lived in Nantucket.
Who can resist that? So, what is your response to your father's restructuring of the company? It's ludicrous.
The board's recommendation to sell the company is clearly in the best interest of the shareholders.
And if my father were in his right mind he would agree.
Your witness.
Charlie, isn't it true that until recently you hadn't set foot in the company headquarters? Yes, but I-- And on your income tax, you listed your occupation as semiprofessional surfer? I took ice-skating lessons when I was 6.
Does that make me a semiprofessional ice skater? It's a real job.
One that qualifies you to pass judgment on your father's management style? - Objection.
- Sustained.
You're angry with your father, aren't you? It's hard to be angry with someone you hardly know.
Are you good at math, Charlie? I'm okay.
Tharp Industries is valued at $50 million, and you own 10%.
So if the company is sold, how much do you pocket? $5 million.
- Miss Bingum.
- I'm almost done.
$5 million.
How many surfboards does that buy you? - Miss Bingum.
- Yeah? Your client.
It was itchy.
- We made it past summary judgment.
- Excuse me? Mia Reynolds-- Bride versus maid of honor.
Judge Brody agreed to hear arguments.
Care to join us at the table? - Pass.
- What do you have against this case? Just because you can get it into court doesn't mean you should.
What's that supposed to mean? Kim, you can't litigate every emotional dispute that comes along.
Crap happens.
Crap? Look, maybe this was all for the best.
By finding out now, Mia saved herself from a bad marriage and a painful divorce.
- You're defending the guy? - Not at all.
Guy's a creep who couldn't control his urges, but-- Is that what happened to you? When you kissed me, you just lost control? - Kim.
- It's just a question.
This isn't about me or us.
Right, 'cause we can't talk about that.
I have a case to prepare.
When you told your board of directors that you intended to fill your warehouse with green cheetahs, what was their reaction? Well, they thought I was a little whoop-whoop-whoop off the ranch, wackadoodle, which I guess is understandable.
You weren't talking about actual cheetahs.
Of course not.
Why would I put cheetahs in a warehouse? What would they eat? That's a good question.
Tell me about your cheetahs.
The green cheetahs are lawn mowers that run on the very grass they cut.
The patent is pending, and, once approved they'll be the only type of lawn mower that we manufacture.
Your witness.
So, what happens if your cheetahs don't live up to your expectations? - Why are you putting out negative energy? - Please, just answer my question.
- Please answer my question.
- Your honor.
Mr.
Tharp, you need to answer questions, not ask them.
Do you understand why your employees might be you know, losing faith in a C.
E.
O.
who doesn't attend board meetings who wears flippers to work, disrobes in a courtroom? Nothing happens at most board meetings.
And when I'm planning on swimming, I put on my flippers.
And if I'm itchy, I take off what itches.
Mr.
Tharp, why are you wearing bunny ears? I feel you need more smiles in your life.
Oh, look, it's working.
That will be all, Mr.
Tharp.
Your honor, as our next witness, we'd like to call Sandi Kipling.
Uh-oh.
What uh-oh? Objection.
Miss Kipling's on the list, but she's marked unavailable.
We didn't locate Miss Kipling till this morning.
Brief recess, your honor? Excuse me.
I'm looking for Kim Kaswell.
That's me.
I'm Matthew-- Matthew Warren-- From the wedding.
The Matthew who-- - I know who you are.
- I-- I-- I need your help.
- You're kidding me.
- Mia won't talk to me.
I need you to talk to her for me.
Tell her I'm sorry.
- Tell-- no, tell her I love her.
- What planet do you live on, Matthew? - I-- I know I messed up.
- Messed up? Messed up is forgetting her birthday or telling her that a new dress she bought makes her ass look fat.
You banged the maid of honor right before the "I do"s.
What were you thinking? I wasn't.
- Was it just an urge? - What? An urge-- something you can't control.
Do you want to blame it on an urge? I-- I-- I don't know.
I just want another chance with Mia.
You don't get another chance.
Tell you what, though-- When we're finished with Susie, we're coming after you.
What are you looking at? Miss Kipling, I appreciate you flying in for this.
Uh, so, tell me, how did you meet Mr.
Tharp? I-- I work at Dino's Doughnuts in Anchorage.
He asked for a doughnut and a small coffee.
I gave him a medium coffee 'cause if you get the combo it's the same price, and he called me an angel.
And then I asked him his name, and he didn't know.
He didn't know his own name? Well, he said he used to be someone else.
And then he started talking all fast and jumbled and that was before any coffee.
Hmm.
Do you remember anything he said? He said something like the universe is made up of energy that never goes away, and I said I wish my furnace ran on that kind of energy, because it's always cold at my house and he said he'd buy me a new house.
- And did he? - Yes.
Miss Kipling, do you know what a psychotic break is? Objection-- Is the witness a doctor who moonlights as a Dino's Doughnuts waitress? Oh, I'm not saying it's impossible.
Sustained.
Your witness.
Uh, excuse me.
Can I ask the witness a question? - It's okay with us.
- Your honor, short recess? Miss Bingum, we're here to rule on Mr.
Tharp's competency.
I'm giving him the floor.
Miss Kipling.
During my visit I found your hospitality warm and inviting your personality to be genuinely engaging and compassionate.
And so my question is this.
Will you marry me? - What were you thinking? - I can't believe she said no.
Really? You can't believe that? Maybe it's because she's sane.
And you know who's not sane? Me, for thinking you are.
- Bulldog, you don't mean that.
- No, I do.
You-- you believe them? You believe my son? You think I'm crazy? Mr.
Tharp, I think you need help from a shrink.
Do you know why I hired you-- Not your firm, but you-- Why I sought you out? 'Cause I'm good? I heard about your shooting, that you flatlined and you came back.
We-- we both had a brush with death, and I-- I thought-- I thought you would understand me.
You show up for court in your pajamas you propose to witnesses, and you wear bunny ears on the stand.
What exactly am I supposed to understand? I was wrong about you.
I'm sorry.
- Miss Bingum.
- What? You're fired.
It feels awful.
I've never been fired before.
- What about the dandruff commercial? - That was you.
- Mm, that was me.
- You refused to scratch.
I didn't want to be known as the flaky-scalp girl.
Oh, Stacy, I don't know if Mr.
Tharp is crazy or not.
I mean, sometimes he can be quite perspicacious.
Maybe he needs deodorant.
Oh, it's a fancy word for insightful.
Oh, perspicacious, duh.
You know what? I think he is crazy 'cause who wouldn't want you as their lawyer unless, of course, you're wearing this dress.
What was she thinking? Brian Young hasn't seen me in 15 years, and this dress was out of style then.
Scissors safety pins, and rubber cement.
- What are you doing? - Two words-- "project runway".
Okay, we've got 30 minutes.
Start memorizing your classmates while I make it work.
All right, I'll start with the A's.
Ooh, Carl Amuroso.
You're a chess-club member and class treasurer, right? And you wore that bow tie in your senior picture.
- You remember me? - Uh, sure Jane.
How you been? Cheater.
No one remembers me, Stacy.
The girl who checked us in thought I was the caterer.
I learned all their names, and none of them know mine.
Sweetie, you're only here for one reason-- Brian Young.
Now, let's find him.
I've got an idea.
Let's split up.
You keep an eye out for your prom date, and I'm gonna go mingle.
Why? Trust me.
Right now, no one remembers you.
Before we leave, no one will forget you.
- Bye.
- Stacy.
Who knew all the guys would lose their hair so quickly? - Am I right? - I was just saying that.
- You don't remember me, do you? - Of course I do Stacy.
Spirit squad, right? Go, warriors.
Panthers.
Rar.
I love the shoes, love the purse, love the fabric.
You don't look a day over 21.
What's your secret? Um have you guys seen Jane Bingum? Who? O.
M.
G.
, there she is.
Did you see last month's people? She's, like, a superstar lawyer now-- Represented Clooney in that paparazzi-stalker case.
Can you believe it? Our Jane Bingum.
- No way.
- Way.
And don't quote me, but I think Clooney asked her out.
I had Latin with Jane.
We were practically best friends.
I had homeroom with her.
In the 11th grade, she was my secret Santa.
- She is the coolest.
- She's perspicacious.
Totally.
I've got a new age girl tell us what she's like An environmentalist girl does she ride a bike? She has a crystal necklace she spends a lot of cash - Jane-iac! - Brian? - Oh! Oh! - Yeah! Yay! - Wow.
- Wow.
- It is so good to see you.
- It's good to see you, too.
You look even better than I remember.
Speak for yourself, gorgeous.
- Look at you.
- Stop.
Oh, can you believe this place? It's just like prom.
Yeah, and who could forget prom? - I know.
It was a perfect night.
- It was.
I'm so glad you said that, 'cause I've kind of felt bad you know, that I may have ruined it for you.
No, absolutely not.
Why would you think that? Because I made it all about me.
I drank six zimas and told you I was gay.
That's the exact same face you made when I told you back then.
Hilarious.
Well, that's me.
I'm hilarious.
And you're-- you're gay.
That's so great.
You're my super-hot, great-kissing gay friend.
- You were so cool about it.
- Yeah.
Hey, there's an open bar.
You want to grab a drink? You drink? I do tonight, and something stronger than a zima.
One of those days? - I thought we both could use a drink.
- I won't say no to that.
Guess who came to see me today? Matthew.
What? W- what did he say? "I miss her.
I love her.
I screwed up.
I'm sorry my penis fell into that other girl.
" Blah, blah, blah.
He said he loved me? That's what they say.
A guy gets one chance to prove who he is, and that's it.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Of course I'm right.
Mia, it was your wedding day.
And she was your best friend.
Hey, what happened to that guy-- That other lawyer that was in your office when we first met the one you kept looking at? No.
Oh, well, sorry.
I don't mean to pry.
I just thought maybe he'd be working with us.
Turns out this case wasn't for him.
But he had his chance, right? The only one who had any trouble was my father.
But he eventually came around, and now he won't go shopping without me.
I-- I-- I've just been doing all the talking.
Tell me about you, Jane.
How's lawyer life treating you? Let me tell you something.
I'm a friggin' great lawyer.
I get into the courtroom, and the words just start coming and my brain is popping, and everything works together except my client fired me today, and it totally sucks.
Well, the client must be crazy.
What's so funny? I was trying to prove that he's not crazy.
I want to tell you something, handsome, dimpled Brian.
And it's something that I can't tell anyone.
You can tell me anything.
I have a secret.
And you can't tell anyone.
Okay, here it goes.
I'm a gorgeous, 24-year-old blonde who's supposed to be wearing a strapless couture gown on the cover of Glamour but instead, they dumped my soul in this body, and I can't get out.
Were you this funny in high school? I don't know.
- Jane.
- Yes.
If you feel like a model, then I say you're a model.
It's just like you told me at prom night.
No one has the right to tell you how to live your life unless you're a serial killer.
- I said that? - More or less.
I am funny.
What was that for? For reminding me who I was.
I'll be right back.
Okay, listen.
I've got great news.
- I met Brian.
- Hello.
I saw the kiss.
- Spill.
- He's gay.
- Well, that's not great news.
- No, I know, but-- we were catching up, and I suddenly realized how I'm gonna get my client back.
Okay, you were talking to the hottest guy here gay or otherwise, and you were thinking about work? No, I was thinking about Mr.
Tharp.
And I know how I'm gonna win this case.
- Brian told you? - No.
Jane did.
- I don't want to wear a tie.
- A tie sends the right message.
- I can't think in a tie.
- Mr.
Tharp.
- Bingum, what are you doing here? - Let me close for you.
Hey, Brandon asked me to step in.
Mr.
Tharp, I've seen the escalator in the sky and I know about that return button.
I know you're not crazy.
Please let me prove it.
What are you talking about? Go back to the office.
- Do I have to wear the tie? - You can wear anything you want even your pajamas.
Boss man, I'm going with the bulldog.
Hey.
Mia, I thought we were meeting in court.
I, uh, wanted to talk to you first.
Well, we'll talk on the way.
I'll drive.
That's the thing.
Um, I'm not going.
I don't want to sue Susie Klinger.
I don't want to sue anyone.
I just want to move on.
Mia, suing Susie Klinger is how you move on.
- You spoke with Matthew, didn't you? - I called him.
- We went to dinner.
- And? I know how you feel about this, but we're gonna give it another try.
- You're taking him back? - We have a lot of work to do.
And we're gonna go to therapy.
I don't know if we're gonna be together forever, let alone a week, but-- A few sweet nothings from your cheating ex-fiancé - and, just like that, you forgive him? - I was angry.
I'm still angry.
All right, if that's what you want.
Maybe I'm stupid or naive, but after talking to Matthew I realized that you can't Litigate emotions? predict the future.
Right.
What happens if he cheats on you again? I might be calling you again.
Brandon Tharp is as crazy as a soup sandwich.
And, uh, you know what? I agree with his son, Charlie.
By society's norms, his dad is an unconventional nut case.
However, that's the only point the defense has made.
Do I look crazy? Yeah, maybe.
But do my words make any less sense than they did two seconds ago? Nope-- same words, different ears.
You just have to work a little harder to hear them.
You know, nobody knows what genius looks like.
Thomas Edison-- He didn't own a clock and he used to-- He used to curl up and sleep under his desk.
And Albert Einstein-- Okay, have you seen his hair? I mean, were these men crazy? No.
Uncompromising, fearless averse to conditioner-- You bet just like Brandon Tharp.
Nobody has the right to tell you how to live your life.
Let's not deny ourselves the chance to benefit from this extraordinary man because we don't like to look at him in his pajamas.
Thank you, counselor.
Your honor, if I can just say one thing? As long as you're not going to propose.
There's a-- a great energy in this room right now flowing through us.
And if I can see a light in the sky and maybe even reach it in my balloon then so beaut - Mr.
Tharp.
- Dad.
- Dad.
- Mr.
Tharp.
- Get some help in here.
- Someone call 911.
Hey.
Have you seen him yet? Uh, no, just the doctor.
He said the MRI shows atrophy of the tissues in his frontal.
It's inoperable.
It'll kill him.
I'm so sorry.
You know we're not very close.
We hardly talk.
But he's my dad.
Paging Dr.
Smith.
Paging Dr.
Smith.
I just always thought he'd live forever, you know? Excuse me.
He's asking for you.
Not you-- Miss Bingum.
Hey, bulldog.
How you doing? What you said back there in court-- Loved every minute.
Hey, don't look so sad.
Do I need to get out my ears? Charlie told me about-- About your brain.
Ah, that old news.
Old news? What are you talking about? I've known since Alaska.
Sandi took me to the hospital.
They did some tests.
I've got frontal-lobe blabbity blah.
Why didn't you say anything? Docs said it could be months, maybe years, before I am rendered-- How'd they put it-- Incapable.
Won't know my own name.
How's that for a bedtime story? I've heard better.
I didn't tell Charlie because I didn't want him worrying about me.
His mother passed away a few years ago.
And I wasn't a good dad.
But he's not a bad kid, you know.
He's-- He's just angry at me.
- Will you do something for me? - Anything for you.
Reconcile with Charlie-- Makes for a better bedtime story.
Good morning.
Sorry about your client-- Totally sucks.
Doughnut on your desk, Grayson on your sofa.
I know I shouldn't have kissed Kim at the office but I don't know if I shouldn't have kissed Kim.
Okay, why are you coming to me about this? Because you're the only one who knows about us.
- Us? - Me and Kim.
- Are an "us"? - I don't know.
Look, you're always so direct with me.
I like that.
And you're so easy to talk to.
Are you asking my permission to date Kim? You-- you know what? I'm-- I'm sounding like a complete idiot.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
Grayson.
Life is short.
And no one has the right to tell you how to live it.
So if you want to take a shot with Kim, I'm not gonna be the one who stops you.
Hey.
What's going on? We're putting together some financial projections for Tharp Industries.
- Does Mr.
Tharp know what you're doing? - He doesn't want to know.
This morning, he signed over voting stock to Charlie.
I don't-- I don't believe this.
And you're helping him break up the company? What? No.
We're figuring out how to retrain the workforce to build green cheetahs.
And anyone who doesn't like it can leave.
Oh, you know what? Can we finish this later? I have to meet my dad.
Jane, he wanted me to ask you to join us.
Hey, how was court? Client got cold feet, ran back to her boyfriend.
- If you say "I told you so"-- - Want to grab some dinner later? That's sweet, but, no, thanks.
- I thought you wanted to talk.
- I wanted to process my feelings.
I did that without you.
Let's just pretend the kiss never happened, okay? But it did, and-- Look, I know the vibe, Grayson.
I've given the vibe.
You didn't know.
You're not sure.
You're on the fence.
I have no patience for the fence.
- But I-- - Let's just roll back the clock to how things were before we kissed, okay? - Sure.
- Good.
- Are you ready for this? - I don't know.
I've never done it before.
That's what I like to hear.
New experiences-- That's what life's about.
You're ready to go, dad.
- Sure you don't want to come with us? - Oh, I'm good.
I'll be here when you get back.
A world so green And we're off.
Here beside you Here we go.
This day Is the perfect day Nothing in our way This is our time