Are you crying?
What, I'm not allowed to get a little emotional
at a superhero movie?
Lives were lost, Zoey. Ethical questions were raised.
And yet, not a single character
flapped their arms when they flew.
Oh, good, Max, you're here, too. Scooch.
And we're gonna turn this off.
No, no, no! There's an amazing scene after the credits.
- We're gonna miss it now. - If you want to see
grown-ass men run around in unitards, go to the Castro.
Anyways, I need your help with Eddie.
I slid into his DMs. That boy is so cryptic.
I asked him if he wanted to go get drinks,
and he wrote back "K."
He only responds in one letter. "K"?
- Who does that? - Oh, my God.
- Are you dating Hercules? - I introduced them.
I'm actually a pretty exceptional wingman.
Boy, you made one introduction.
You did not officiate the wedding.
Well, I'd be exceptional at that, too,
and it would be my greatest honor.
Zoey, thank you for reinstating Movie Night.
I really miss getting our hang time in.
Me, too.
You were so helpful with my dad the other night.
It made me realize that I need more Max in my life.
And it reminded me that you need better popcorn,
because that skinny stuff tastes like buttered sadness.
- Night. - Night.
What is that look?
You know damn well what this look is.
Reinstating Movie Night,
touching that boy on the shoulder.
You gonna give him the wrong impression,
and we both know Max burns
white hot white boy love for you.
I thought about that, and then I realized
things only got weird when I heard him sing to me.
So, if I never got this power,
I'd still be having Movie Night every week with Max.
Just because that's what's going on in his head
doesn't mean he's gonna act on it.
Just, let's talk about you, okay?
Hmm.
You just responded "K" back to him?
Hell, yeah.
You wanna play games, Eddie?
Let's play games.
Okay. All right.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Okay.
Hold on a sec. I wanna make sure he has extra support.
Oh, so like, the opposite of what you did for me and Emily.
Maybe if you would've told Emily how you were feeling,
about the baby coming, instead of acting like a baby,
she wouldn't have asked for my opinion in the first place.
The opinion I told you very clearly not to give?
- That opinion? - Um...
Could I speak to you both privately?
What is it? I gotta get to work.
And I gotta get to any room that he's not in.
? A little less conversation, a little more action, please ?
? All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me ?
? A little more bite and a little less bark ?
? A little less fight and a little more spark ?
? Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me ?
? Satisfy me, baby ?
? Come on, come on, come on, come on ?
? Hey, a little more bite and a little less bark ?
? A little less fight and a little more spark ?
? Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me ?
? Satisfy me ?
Um, Mom?
Can we help you with something?
As a matter of fact, you can.
I need you to get over
this childish thing that you're both doing
and stop fighting in front of your father.
I mean, things are hard enough already,
especially now that I have decided
to hire a full-time caregiver.
And I know that's the right and logical medical decision
but it's just... hard to accept
that I can't do this all on my own anymore.
Mom, please do not feel guilty.
He can't walk anymore.
- Yeah, and you can't carry him. - I know.
I'm still wrapping my head around all of it.
Don't worry. We will find the best caregiver
in the whole city and I'll help you.
That would be great. I've already set up
some interviews for this afternoon,
so you can join me.
- Okay. - Okay.
What am I gonna do about the two of you?
I'll try to let it go.
I mean, I guess you did kinda help me and Emily
talk about some things and work through them.
I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you.
Are you saying that I actually helped you?
I'm saying that we share the same mother,
and I like to see her happy.
I like it when you're happy, too.
- Morning. - Morning.
We still on for lunch?
Yeah, but let's try something different today.
How about a food court?
I didn't peg you for a food court guy.
Yeah, well, I love me some options.
Dude, killer party.
And that massive charcuterie board?
- Pretty epic. - Thanks.
How about that smoked gouda?
Hmm.
How about those smoked roses?
Zoey, you got a minute?
I'm sorry about the roses comment.
And the actual roses. Both things, really.
I was thinking about texting you this weekend,
and then I realized that's kind of what got us
into this mess in the first place.
Well, however it started,
I realized that I have been leaning on you
way too much about my dad stuff,
which is why I think
we just gotta go back to being co-workers.
Think it'll help keep things aboveboard and professional.
I totally agree.
- All right. - We are gonna be
ultra-professional from now on.
And with that, I bid you good day.
I never look at her in the eyes, anyway,
but I feel like I should maybe today.
I'm gonna try it.
What's the crisis? Did I cause it?
This is literally gonna blow your mind,
but Joan and Charlie are getting a divorce.
It's all over the tech news. Can you believe it?
Apparently you can and perhaps already knew?
I think I'm gonna be sick. Joan and Charlie
were the closest thing we have to American royalty.
I was this close to getting commemorative plates.
What do you guys think she did to drive him away?
Did you ever think that maybe it was Charlie's fault?
Charlie's only fault was making a video game
I sat and played for so many hours
I had to get my baby toe amputated.
- You did? - Two-thirds.
Hi. Everyone having a fun gossip sesh
about the boss's marriage? I want in.
Guys, don't fall for it. She's the boss.
Relax, I know the news of my divorce broke today
because I had my publicist plant it along with
a photo of me in hot riding pants
and Charlie in Tevas at a Phish concert.
So Leif and I have come up with
a fantastic idea that's gonna blow your minds. Let's go.
You may recall Simon's engagement party,
where Zoey tried to burn the place down.
Well, while that was going on,
Leif and I came up with an idea
that we think is going to be pretty revolutionary.
It's called The Chirp.
- The Chirp! - Don't do that.
So, The Chirp is a Bluetooth earpiece with a high-res camera.
It uses AI and facial recognition technology
to gather information on everything the user sees.
It'll search public and personal databases,
filter the results, and then chirp in your ear
the exact thing you need to know in real time.
No more forgetting the name of your coworker's forgettable husband.
Or wondering what brand of kale chips
the man next to you is eating
when you're both out birdwatching together.
'Kay. We'll work on the examples.
That sounds great.
How would you like the team to take it from here?
Well, I think Leif and I are just fine on our own for now,
but we'll let you know what we need in the future
and until then, stop gawking and start coding.
Get to work.
Um, Joan?
Could I, um, just talk to you for a second?
Um, I wanted to talk about The Chirp.
- Ah. - Since I am technically
Leif's... supervisor, you don't want me to...
No, just sit tight.
We're working so closely on it,
I think we're just gonna cook it a little while longer.
We'll let you know if we need you, thanks.
Okay.
Leif. Bro?
I am so proud of you right now.
But... why didn't you tell me?
Sorry, it was all on a need-to-know basis.
The time I got to second base with my third cousin
was a need-to-know basis, but I told you about it.
I've just been really busy with The Chirp, okay?
But hey, I'll make it up to you
when we celebrate the Spell-iversary, right?
Now we're talking.
Everybody, as you all know, Spell-iversary is...
The day you both celebrate winning
the National Spelling Bee at age 11.
Yeah, you only tell us about it every year.
Well, excuse us, you ischiocerite.
- Ishy-occshu-what? - Sorry.
You need a country of origin, bro?
Or you want me to use it in a sentence?
Hey, Leif, I bet these troglodytes
wouldn't make it past round three, am I right?
Hey, uh, what's a good word for "hung out to dry"?
"Repudiated."
- Leif looked so smug today. - Yeah.
With his evil little grin
and his well-tailored pants. He's clearly doing all of this
to get back at me for the peer reviews
and I wasn't even the one who dinged him.
Max, are you okay?
You look... pale... er than usual.
No, I'm fine. I'm actually...
I'm actually really, uh, happy.
You don't look happy.
You look ill.
Everything's okay, it's just...
? Everything means nothing if I can't have you ?
? I can't write one song that's not about you ?
? Can't drink without thinking about you ?
? Is it too late to tell you that ?
? Everything means nothing if I can't have you? ?
Oh, no, I did give you the wrong impression.
? Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance ?
? I know that you're the feeling I'm missing ?
? You know that I hate to admit it ?
? But everything means nothing if I can't have you ?
Wow, this is a big number.
You must really be feeling this one.
? Oo-oo, I can't write one song that's not about you ?
? Can't drink without thinking about you ?
? Is it too late to tell you that... ?
We were having such a nice time.
Why'd you have to go and sing to me?
You said you wanted more Max in your life.
- Well, I want that too! - ?... not about you ?
? Can't drink without thinking about... ?
Wait, you can actually hear me?
- ? Is it too late to tell you that ? - What does that mean?
? Everything means nothing if I can't have you ?
- Oh, my God, this is actual life. - I know, right?
And we only had like three rehearsals.
There's this whole online flash mob service.
- This isn't even a real baby. - It's not.
I have fliers if you want.
This is unexpected, and amazing,
but, um, I'm very confused and I have to go.
I'm sorry.
That's not usually a very good sign.
That was some real messed up...
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You okay? You look shaken.
What?
Oh, yeah, uh...
Today has been... nope.
Nope, nope. We are "keeping it professional."
This is not business-related.
Yes, right. My bad.
Carry on.
Thanks.
Ooh. Zoey?
I know that you're upset about not being included
in The Chirp so far, but you will be.
It's just a matter of time.
That's great. I'm great. It's all great.
I am also great. I mean, I will be.
Now that the news of the divorce is made public,
I really need to pump the brakes on some of the bad behavior...
Excessive drinking,
buying a ranch in Montana to go with my riding pants.
Oops.
But I feel great and I'm gonna be totally fine.
- Really? - Mm-hmm!
Well...
- onwards and upwards, then. - Right?
Who knows? Maybe I'll even try getting out there, you know.
Charlie and I only had sex 3 1/2 times last year.
How pathetic is that?
I'm sorry, I'm stuck on the... half.
When Richard Branson calls "Time for dinner,"
and you're staying at his private island,
you stop what you're doing and you go to dinner.
Ooh, Richard Branson. Wonder if he's single.
Can you Google that for me?
- Of course. - Thank you.
These are the best candidates that can start work immediately.
All we need to find is someone competent
and responsible and trustworthy
and experienced.
So basically we're looking for an angel sent from heaven.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Sure.
What would you say is your approach to in-home caregiving?
Well, I provide a whole-body approach.
To caregiving?
Oh, yeah.
Sorry, it's hard to concentrate
with all the dark energies in this house.
Was someone murdered? Recently?
No, two people.
Sisters.
My approach?
I don't know, that's a thinker.
Ah, I don't know, I guess I'd say "needs-based."
Like, if he needs to eat, let him eat.
If he needs to sleep, let him sleep.
Okay, uh, what would you think about incorporating
some type of exercise routine into his life?
What is he training for, the New York marathon?
I hate to break it to you, pal.
I think you're gonna lose.
What you should be doing is online poker.
It's all about sitting at a table for hours.
Guy with nowhere to go?
He could make a killing.
I see you're a registered nurse?
Yes, for 29 years.
That's amazing. So, um...
How are you gonna celebrate your 30th anniversary?
Extending someone's life.
How festive.
I've worked with several patients
with degenerative diseases.
It's all about providing proper nutrition
and instituting a physiotherapy routine
to avoid muscle atrophy.
My goal is to keep your loved one
as healthy as I can for as long as I can.
So Nancy, when can you start?
- Hi. - Hi.
Are you seriously hiding from me?
No. I work in here all the time.
Jamming on code, listening to tunes.
This is a podcast on the Golden State Killer.
I listen to true crime to calm myself. Uh...
I'm sorry I just ran away.
That was an amazing gesture.
So amazing that it instantly repelled you from me?
'Cause I really did put myself out there, Zo,
and I'd appreciate it if you could do
or say something in return.
Look we both know
I am not good with feelings and emotions,
and this is just a lot for me to handle right...
Okay, well, you can't just leave me hanging.
I really don't get you lately.
I mean, you've been acting weird for months now.
One minute you're here, the next minute you drift off
into this... this Zoeyland, and I just can't figure out
what the hell's going on in your head anymore.
- Is this all 'cause of your dad? - No.
- It's not just my dad. - Okay, then what is it?
- Just tell me. I can handle it. - It's not that I don't want
to have that conversation.
It's that I can't, really.
Zoey, I just told you I loved you.
I literally just sang my heart out in front of a mall...
I have a superpower! Okay?
Okay, forget it.
You know, you could have just told me you weren't interested.
- That probably would've hurt... - I'm serious.
I hear people's inner thoughts.
They sing them to me, constantly.
That's why I'm off in Zoeyland.
I'm not who you think I am.
I am a mutant.
I am the X-Men
meets "The Voice."
Now do you understand?
I'm sorry, what?!
Okay, let me get this straight.
I do this whole big flash mob
where I confess how I really feel to you
and you respond with stories of earthquakes,
magical x-ray machines,
and endless musical numbers in your head?
Yes, it was actually a magic MRI machine.
Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better.
- Imagine how I feel. - Should I imagine it?
- Or should I just belt it out? - This isn't a joke.
You have no idea how this has taken over my life.
If this is really happening, then what am I singing right now? Huh?
You're not singing anything.
What about Sam, what's he singing?
It doesn't work that way.
I can't just make it happen.
Well, isn't that convenient?
It's important to take his vitals throughout the day
to establish a baseline.
Nancy, I cannot tell you
how wonderful it is to have you here.
When Mitch fell, I just felt so helpless,
but now that you're here I...
Here's a list of medical equipment
I suggest you purchase.
Oh, okay, yeah, you're all about the work.
I... I totally get that. Um...
Do we really need all these devices?
Because Mitch is very concerned
that this not feel like a sick house.
But he is sick,
and the patient's health is my priority.
Could you call him Mitch?
Oh, you... yes.
Will you be purchasing those items for Mitch?
Um... what do you think, honey?
Okay.
Okay, huh.
All right, well, I will get right on it.
Thank you.
Perfect. Bye bye.
Dude. I just scored the best table
and bottle service at Club Chaos tonight for Spell-iversary.
That sounds empyreal.
That means "sublime" for you guys in the cheap seats.
It's gonna be lit. I've got an in
with these hot Berkeley girls who said they'd stop by.
Rumor has it... they like sex.
Leif, we're back in.
You guys are all invited, obviously.
Think I'm gonna take a raincheck.
And I think I'm gonna pretend
you were actually part of that invite.
? You and me ?
? We used to be together ?
? Every day together, always ?
? I really feel ?
? I'm losing my best friend ?
? I can't believe this could be ?
? The end ?
? Don't speak ?
? I know just what you're saying ?
? So please stop explaining ?
- Wait a second! Max! - ? Don't tell me 'cause it hurts ?
- ? Don't speak ? - It's happening.
Tobin is singing his feelings out loud to Leif.
That's impossible. Tobin doesn't have feelings.
I didn't think so either, but apparently he does.
It's something about Leif and their relationship
and he's really sad about it and he's singing
all of his emotions at Leif this very second.
? Frightening ?
- ? Well, I... ? - No, he's not.
Dude doesn't have a care in the world.
? With my head in my hands, I sit and cry ?
I strongly disagree with you.
? Don't speak ?
? I know what you're thinking ?
? And I don't need your reasons ?
? Don't tell me 'cause it hurts ?
Max, believe me,
Tobin... is heartbroken.
Okay, let's just end this insanity once and for all.
Hey, Tobin. You good?
Your mama thought so last night.
Thanks, buddy, that'll be all. I'm sorry, Zoey,
- but you can't convince me. - You know, you're right.
I may not be able to convince you, but...
Hell yeah, Zoey's got powers.
Did she put you up to this? Are you two pranking me?
Ain't nobody got time to prank you, boy.
This is very, very real, Sir Max-a-lot.
Mo's actually been helping me figure out how it works.
He's been keeping tabs on the rules.
The rules? And just how many are there?
Well, let's see.
Zoey can hear heart songs.
Her term, not mine.
The heart songs always reveal people's inner truth.
Zoey has a responsibility to help people
when she hears their songs.
Otherwise, she'll be haunted by those songs,
which we've learned is no bueno.
Sometimes time freezes when she hears a song.
- Other times, they go... - Wait, wait, wait.
So now Zoey can manipulate the laws of physics, too?
This is really incredible.
Ain't it, though?
He's being sarcastic.
Look, Max, I know this is hard for you to believe,
but it's all true.
Look, I... I would really love to believe it.
It's just that I need more concrete evidence and proof.
Okay.
There might be one way to do that.
But you're not gonna like it.
What is it?
We're gonna have go to clubbing tonight with Tobin.
You think Tobin will like these?
Shots of Goldschlager? Yeah.
It's the official drink of douchebros trying to be classy.
Thanks for getting us in, Mo.
No problem. Eddie's coming too.
At least that's what I understood
when I texted him "Wanna come?"
And then he wrote back the letter "Y,"
which I'm gonna assume is "yes"
and not "Y are you texting me? I'm not into you."
Oh, there's Tobin.
You sure that guy's hiding some deep emotional pain?
Isn't it obvious?
Don't make me spell that, bro.
All right. Spell-iversary!
- Party people in the hizzy! - You showed up.
Couldn't miss such a big night.
Happy Spell-iversary, playah.
All right, I'll let you guys stay,
only because that is my favorite drink.
- Oh, this is my friend Mo. - What's up, Mo?
Happy to spell-ebrate with you.
Mad respect for your pun game.
So where's Leif?
Oh, he's, uh, running late, I guess.
Running late to Spell-iversary?
He'll be here.
That's odd.
- Isn't that odd, Max? - Uh...
Is everything all right with you two?
What? What are you talking about?
I don't know, I just... I... I... I'm sensing
a little bit less man love than usual lately.
- Nah, we're good, Zoey. - I don't think you are good.
I think something's going on between you guys
and you don't... wanna speak about it.
But here's the thing...
I know it's bothering you.
Please.
Everything okay, Tobes?
Yep. Just gotta go drain the dragon.
Well, that really convinced me.
To Spell-iversary!
Spell-iversary!
To Spell-iversary?
To Spelliversary.
I'm not doing this. Look,
Tobin's been gone for four whole house songs now,
or maybe one house song that's lasted as long as four.
I honestly can't tell with all this pounding
in my head right now.
Maybe I was too hard on him.
I'm usually more subtle but I was really trying
to prove to you my abilities. Can you go check on him?
What? No, I'm not checking on him.
Men don't check on men in bathrooms. It's not a thing.
I just saw Tobin leave, but guess who's here?
- Hey. - Hey.
Wanna dance?
Is that all you have to say to me and my friends?
I really don't understand why we're not already dancing.
Come on.
Okay, that's it, I only came to see
if Tobin was an emotional mess,
but now that he's gone, so am I.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
- Max... something's happening. - ? Esta noche, mi amor ?
- What, my worst nightmare? - ? Te doy toda mi vida ?
No, it's Mo and Eddie.
Quedaté con migo.
? Tonight we dance ?
? I leave my life in your hands ?
? We take the floor ?
? Nothing is forbidden anymore ?
? Don't let the world in outside ?
? Don't let a moment go by ?
? Nothing can stop us tonight ?
? Bailamos ?
? Let the rhythm take you over ?
? Bailamos ?
? Te quiero amor mío ?
? Bailamos ?
? Wanna live this night forever ?
? Bailamos ?
? Te quiero amor mío ?
? Te quiero ?
? Bailamos ?
? Let the rhythm take you over ?
? Bailamos ?
? Te quiero amor mío ?
? Bailamos ?
? Wanna live this night forever ?
? Bailamos ?
? Te quiero amor mío ?
? Te quiero ?
Okay, remember how Mo didn't know where he stood with him?
Here's the thing... I just heard them sing,
and I bet you anything they are about to start kissing.
In three,
two, one...
It doesn't prove anything.
Two people were dancing and then they started making out.
That's a normal sequence of events.
Look, if you're gonna keep sticking
to this insane superpower thing,
then... I think we gotta stop hanging out.
Max, don't go. I can prove it.
No, you can't! There's no way to prove
you can see inside people's hearts.
Even though I saw inside yours?
What are you talking about?
After I got the power...
you sang to me.
Love songs.
Lots of love songs.
I did?
Yeah.
And you didn't do anything about it?
I did something.
What did you do?
You... set me up with Autumn.
Yes.
To get me away from you?
Yes, I did.
Wow.
Well, now I know you're telling the truth,
because no one would ever lie
about doing something that heartless.
- Max... - How can you claim to care
about me, to be my friend, when you knew how I felt
all this time and said nothing?
I mean, wow, were we ever even friends at all?
Yes! We were friends. We are friends.
Well, not anymore. I really hope that you
have a wonderful, musical life,
because I can't...
Morning, sunshine.
I thought I'd drop by
with some good news on my way to work.
Guess who I heard sing last night?
Oh, my God, Eddie, at the club, last night.
Tell me everything.
Well, it was a hot Spanish song.
You and Eddie were both singing and dancing.
Quite seductively, I might add.
Most importantly, I can tell that he's really into you.
You know, maybe he's just shy and communicates more with his...
Body? Yeah, we figured that out last night.
Hey, Zoey.
- Hi. - Wanna get breakfast?
K.
- Tell me about Max. - Oh.
Uh... he hates me.
Doesn't believe me. Thinks I'm horrible person.
Doesn't want to be friends with me.
I tossed and turned about it in bed all night.
Hmm. That explains the puffiness.
Maybe I'm not supposed to have any friends but you, Mo.
Every time I hear someone's thoughts it ruins everything.
This is exactly why Superman needed his Fortress of Solitude.
Don't blame it on your power. This one's all on you.
What's that supposed to mean?
Old Zoey steamrolled through life
living in a black and white world.
You're not wrong.
But New Zoey has been given a gift
to know how people really feel,
and it's helped you make connections
and have hard conversations.
Real friends owe that to each other.
Max and I had a hard conversation last night
and we are definitely not better for it.
You know damn well that is not
the hard conversation that I'm talking about.
That boy organized an entire flash mob
professing his love for you, and what did you do in return?
You told him about your powers to avoid saying
how you feel about him.
He deserves an answer.
But what if I... don't know how I feel?
Then start with that.
And if he's a good friend he'll understand.
Mo, I'm hungry.
Now if you're a good friend...
you'll leave and take that tea with you,
because you know that that boy needs some breakfast.
Faster.
Nancy.
What is this?
It's a hospital bed, Maggie.
I mean...
Why didn't you ask me before you got that?
I thought we agreed to make
some necessary changes in the house.
I know, but a change like that, it's... it's so...
drastic. It's...
- It's so clinical. - I know.
I understand, it is clinical.
But as a health care professional,
I'm only doing what I think is best.
And that reminds me... it's time for him to get some rest.
Oh, oh, no, wait, don't turn that off.
Mitch is a huge March Madness fan.
He's gonna want to see that.
What?
Oh, "not tired, thirsty." He...
"Milkshake." He... he wants...
He loves chocolate milkshakes.
So you want his blood sugar to spike
instead of preserving his energy?
Mrs. Clarke, is this about what your husband wants,
or what he needs?
I think I know what my husband needs.
_
The waitress dropped this off after you left.
Ironically,
- they spelled it wrong. - _
Sorry if I drove you away last night.
I've noticed some new dynamics going on around here and...
I didn't leave 'cause of you.
I didn't mean to question your relationship with Leif.
You two are best friends and I'm just...
What do you two call me?
Agent Orange? Code Red?
Lucille Balls?
That was a good one.
I know something's wrong between you two,
and if you want to talk about it...
What kind of best friend bails on Spell-iversary?
That night's supposed to be sui generis!
That means "of a class of its own."
Obviously it's not as important to Leif
as another late night at the office
trying to boost his career.
Still, priorities, bro.
Have you talked to him about any of this?
Oh, you mean like when we're getting our mani-pedis
- and drinking frozé? - Look, I know
it sounds scary, but real friends have hard conversations.
They... owe it to each other.
Leif doesn't have time for a conversation.
He's too busy crushing it with Joan.
Well, I'm your boss,
and I'm telling you The Chirp can wait.
Hey, uh, we missed you last night.
Sorry about that.
They spelled it wrong.
Uh, I'mma get deep for a hot second,
so just bear with me. Um...
When we met at the bee,
I was just a shy kid from India
who was the butt of all the jokes on the playground,
but you made me feel like one of the cool kids.
Cool is a relative term.
I shared a thermos of soup with you.
Yeah, dude, but that was everything.
Everyone else looked through me when I got there.
I was just another immigrant
whose parents had made him learn every word
in the English language because they desperately
wanted him to fit in.
I guess that's why Spell-iversary has meant so much to me.
I get that. And I'm sorry, I just... I had to work,
and I lost track of time.
Yeah, but stuff like this has been going on for a while now.
You wanna tell me what's up?
I, um...
I guess I have been pulling back.
I'm just trying to make some serious moves around here.
And all you want to do is play around
and brag about how many of Zoey's pens you've hidden in the nest.
There's at least 34 of them in there.
You're starting to seem like a liability, man.
How are we supposed to run this place
if people don't start to take you more seriously?
You want us to run this place?
Yeah, dude.
What's the point of rising if we can't do it together?
How about we focus less on partying and...
goofing around?
And a little more on that grind? Yeah?
Come here.
Here to pour salt on my wounds?
No.
I'm here to do what I should've done months ago.
I didn't give you my answer
after the flashmob because my answer is messy.
And complicated.
And selfish.
But... you deserve the truth, so, here it is.
I haven't even allowed myself to consider
going down a romantic road with you
because it could mean I could lose your friendship.
- Or make it even stronger. - Or maybe
we could have an awful, terrible breakup,
and then I'd lose you forever.
So you're afraid to even try?
Yeah.
I'm already losing my dad,
and I can't bear the thought of losing you, too.
It's just... It's not the right time,
and I'm not strong enough for it.
So basically what you're saying is
I'm too important to risk losing?
Does that not make sense?
In a way it's very... very flattering.
Yeah, yeah, no, it's... It's really...
It's like a really awesome terrible rejection.
Rejection?
It is not a rejection.
It's all coming from a place of love.
Can you please just stay my best friend
and not change this special thing that we have?
Hasn't it already changed, though?
I mean, if you can hear my feelings,
and I can't hear yours, that's not a fair friendship.
Okay, how about this?
I'll be an open book from now on.
You can ask me anything and I will be
100% honest with you.
Okay, yeah, that sounds great, Zo,
but I'm not sure it's gonna solve everything.
Maybe not, but it's a start.
I have to catch up on all this work I missed
while trying to fix Tobin,
but can we please meet up later?
I need us to be good.
Yeah, I need us to be good, too, but
you just threw a pretty big bombshell at me.
So... maybe we should press pause
on things like Movie Night.
Boo-yah!
Take that, "Pocket Pairs in Pennsylvania"!
Sounds like you two are really hitting it off.
Yeah. We are taking all of the money that Mitch is winning
and we are gonna buy you something real nice.
- Hmm. - Oh, forget it.
He said he wants to "blow it on the ponies."
That is not cool, bud.
I'm just kidding. He said he's thirsty.
One chocolate shake coming up.
Thank you.
I have to admit,
I was surprised to hear from you.
I don't always make the best first impression.
It's not really about what I need.
It's about what my husband needs, and, um,
right now he needs someone like you.
What are you doing?
Oh, I sneak some spinach in,
just for the vitamins and minerals.
I hope you don't mind.
No, not at all.
Just don't forget the whipped cream.
- Hey. - Hey.
So you and Zoey, hanging out again.
You weren't for a while there, I noticed.
Yeah, well, we're pretty tight.
Didn't know you were keeping tabs.
Not keeping tabs, per se...
Were you guys ever a thing?
Just... Zoey's special.
She deserves to be with a good guy.
Yeah. Well, she will be.
One day.
You know something?
I think we might have something real.
Something real and impressive.
This could be a game-changer.
I'm gonna loop Zoey in tomorrow.
I think fresh eyes would help.
Um, you know, I just want to say, Joan,
I have had a blast working on this project with you.
I could not agree more.
No, really, I mean it.
You're intelligent, dynamic, creative...
beautiful.
? I put a spell on you ?
? Because you're mine ?
? Stop the things you do ?
? Watch out! I ain't lying ?
? Yeah, I can't stand ?
Whoo!
? No running around ?
? I can't stand it ?
? Don't put me down ?
? I put a spell on you ?
? Because you're mine ?
And I just think that there's something...
special here.
Something that could go all the way.
Well, then, that's something
that definitely shouldn't happen.
And yet, it seems inevitable.
It's a terrible idea.
You're absolutely right.
I'm in a position of power over you.
It's wrong. You look like you just started shaving,
and it flies in the face of everything I believe
about workplace professionalism.
I couldn't agree more.
Glad we're on the same page.
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