Love Story

- Carolyn! - Carolyn!

Hey.

- Carolyn, over here! - Come on, Carolyn!

I need a different color. Sorry, I just…

This isn't gonna work for where I'm going. They'll, um...

Do you want a different shade or...

No.

Let's go with something safe. Um…

A neutral… A shade of nude. Sorry.

Your sister-in-law is downstairs.

Tell her I'll be down in a minute. I just need to change.

Thanks, Rosemarie.

Carolyn! Carolyn!

I don't want her holding this weekend over me

like she does every other family function.

She's trying, John.

This is her trying.

Just give her some grace.

I just… It's a wedding, for Christ's sake.

She acts as if I'm asking her to attend the Democratic National Convention.

Did you stay at the hotel again?

It's not like she's begging me to come home.

What happened? Supposed to leave an hour ago.

It's a summer Friday. The tunnel was a parking lot. Hi.

You haven't been on time a day in your life, but when it inconveniences you...

I'm just saying we're gonna miss the welcome drinks.

My family's gonna throw a hissy fit.

They're gonna find a reason to throw one no matter what.

- Guys, I'm not doing this with you. - So if you wanna go there...

Okay, we both agreed to give each other the benefit of the doubt.

- Where's Jay? - He couldn't make it.

- Who's Jay? - The instructor.

And where are his crutches?

He complains about his recovery time, and yet he doesn't bring them...

Pick your battles.

I'm sorry.

I'm just anxious.

I love you.

I appreciate you being here.

I love you too.

Good.

Let's go.

Essex ground 9253 November, ready to taxi with Mike northeast bound.

9253 November, target is clear for takeoff, runway 22.

Runway 22, cleared for takeoff. Saratoga 9253 November.

A pack, please.

Avert your eyes.

How was that nightcap?

I ended up at the Tunnel rolling around in the ball pit with Mickey Rourke.

- Like hooking up? - I don't know. I don't remember.

But the sun was coming up when I left, so now I'm just bracing for impact.

You go home with that guy?

What guy?

The hot, tan one you were talking to with the forearms and the bad jeans?

I thought I saw you guys leave together?

I just went home. I was so tired.

Ugh. You're so fucking cagey sometimes. Here I am pouring my heart out.

What do you want me to tell you?

That you fucked him.

And that I'm not alone on my path to self-destruction.

Hold it, please.

By the way, I wore your Egyptian Musk last night,

and I'm not kidding, three different guys, like, inhaled me.

One of them said I smelled like a Laundromat,

which, like, weird, but I'll take it.

Shh.

Grace, he could hear you.

I thought the rule about not talking in the elevator was more of a myth.

- Like his sexuality. - Shh. Shh.

He has cameras everywhere.

Give me a raise, motherfucker.

Please tell me you didn't leave him a voicemail.

I didn't.

I left two.

Fuck. Grace.

Why would he bother pursuing you if he knows he doesn't have to?

I've tried playing hard to get, and apparently I play it too well.

Come here.

Come here.

Look at me.

You're beautiful.

Okay?

Hey.

Exploit his insecurities.

I read that somewhere.

- Until when? - Until you're bored of him,

or he's too old to leave you.

Can we save the powwow for after work, please?

We need those looks that we pulled for Demi pressed, bagged, and labeled,

and her PR rep is gonna be here in, like, an hour.

Let's go. Chop chop.

Thank you.

And don't forget that we have that fitting with Annette at 11:00.

Prime example. Tanya tries too hard to be authoritative.

Therefore, I have no respect for her authority.

I feel like her prisoner in this showroom,

as much as I love helping Diane Sawyer accessorize.

Just tell Calvin you want to move to PR. He loves you.

Oh, yeah.

Company's hemorrhaging money, and he just got out of rehab.

Now's the time to make it all about me.

I haven't even been here a year.

Well, you used to be folding his sweaters at the mall, and now look where you are.

I miss the mall.

Yo, this look like a library? Fifty cents, man.

Yo, you get what you needed?

John Kennedy Jr. has flunked his bar exam for a second time.

His courthouse days may be numbered for John F. Kennedy Jr.

John F. Kennedy Jr.'s flunked the New York State bar exam again.

- Kennedy will lose his job. - Kennedy's last chance.

John F. Kennedy Jr. is facing a long, grueling prospect of studies

the dashing son of the late president…

He may have been called the sexiest man alive,

but tonight he was just plain embarrassed.

Strike three and he's out of his job as assistant DA.

What's next for the famous heir?

"So what if he flubbed the bar exam twice?"

Twice is in parentheticals.

"America's uncrowned prince is facing 30

with a steady girlfriend, fabulous looks, even a movie role.

But now it's time to hit those law books."

If it makes you feel any better, anyone who knows you

knows that you don't have a steady girlfriend.

Fuck off.

I can't show my face around the city with these headlines everywhere.

But you'll show your dick to everyone at the gym.

Apparently this is all I'm good for.

Well, as your cousin, obviously I disagree.

Also, I'm an actual prince w-with a title and everything.

W-What is this obsession with anointing you?

You know, the funny thing is when I first saw the headline, "The Hunk Flunks,"

I thought to myself, "Wow, this is bad, but it couldn't possibly get any worse."

You'll take it again.

The DA's office has a three-strike policy for their assistants.

If I fail again, I'm out of a job.

Well, then I guess you better not fail.

I-I mean, it's… it's beautiful. Uh…

Well, we can also try it with a shawl. We can do different styling options.

Is it the fit you're bumping up against or the dress itself?

Both. N-Neither.

I'm sorry, I'm really not very good at this kind of thing.

Um, what do you think?

Oh, I-I think we can find you something better.

- Really? - Yes.

You know right away if a dress works.

The confidence should wash over you.

Well, Calvin specifically had this dress in mind for her, Carolyn,

so why don't we try it with the shawl?

We can go from there.

I'm so sorry.

I was stuck on the phone with David Geffen.

- How are you? - Hi.

Let's have a look.

How do you feel?

Well, I mean, it's, um... it's beautiful.

Uh, but Carolyn was just saying we could try some other options.

Yes, the collection's so wide-ranging, I just…

I just figured we could pull some alts.

Remind me, this is for the, um, Bugsy premiere, right?

Yeah.

I mean…

This is something a little more charming.

You know? It's a sexier option.

I had an idea.

Why don't we let Calvin decide?

Well, what, does she not work here too?

N-No, I…

One second.

Calvin designed this suit as part of the menswear collection,

and I'm obsessed with it.

The detailing is just…

Tanya.

Here.

Okay.

Okay. So obviously, we'd have to take it in a bit,

but I think it's a bold choice,

and a fun nod to the film noir, gangster genre.

I love it. Can I please take her home with me?

O-Okay.

Are you and Warren planning on walking the carpet together?

Because... I-I only ask 'cause I wouldn't want your outfits to clash.

All eyes are gonna be on you.

If he needs a different shade of suit, he'll survive.

Mm-hmm.

I saw his name on the guest list for the Amazon fundraiser.

- Are you gonna be there? - Oh, I can't.

I have a-a stage reading at Circle in the Square.

Well, every major designer is gonna be there,

so if I see Warren Beatty in Armani or Ralph Lauren,

you'll be hearing from me.

Did you want to pull some accessories for Annette?

Sure.

No, I was talking to Carolyn.