Whatever you do, don't put the boss's wife next to your husband.
Why not?
She's screwing him.
Whatever you do, don't put the boss's wife next to your husband.
Why not?
She's screwing him.
And, it was perfect, romantic, we stayed up all night, talking.
You're late, what happened to Sunday brunch?
We stayed up all night, too. Not talking.
The psychoanalyst again.
Divine exhaustion.
Ms. Watson, can you get me in touch with your friend at Greenwich Village?
What do you need at Greenwich Village?
An apartment. I filed for divorce and since you know I'm not welcome in your house. You remember Giselle Levy. What did you call her? A New York ****, that's it. Well, she and I are going to be roommates.
Hi. [going to Betty] Are you ready?
Yeah.
You ok. [Betty nods] Greenwich Village.
For a while. Then who knows, maybe law school. Maybe Yale.
Well, I wouldn't go up against you in any court, anywhere.