Jennifer Falls

- So I had this ten-year plan for myself,

and my life was right on schedule.

I was up for senior v.P. Today,

and I had a pretty good feeling about it.

We have to let her go.

Half of her clients won't work with her.

She's going to yell.

I hate it when she yells. Makes me look weak.

- You wanted to see me, don? - Hey, there she is.

You look fantastic.

- Thanks. Having a great day.

- Well, it's early. - What?

- Jennifer, I respect you too much to pussyfoot around.

I'm just going to say it straight out. Clay?

We're letting you go.

But...Senior v.P.

You have anger issues.

Frankly, it's something that's followed you your whole career.

- I don't have anger issues! Who says I have anger issues?

She's yelling.

Jennifer, you are very good at your job, but...

You have a personality problem.

You're aggressive, you're cocky, you take no prisoners.

- Qualities that get men promotions.

- And then you say hurtful things like that.

Unbelievable.

- Hey, you know, take the rest of the day off.

Go to the zoo.

They have these baby pandas.

They'll just melt your heart.

- Um, the mother ate her babies.

What? When?

Oh, come on in.

Jennifer, you know Connie from h.R.

And Larry from security.

They're here to make sure you don't shoot the place up.

Right, guys?

But seriously, you should go now.

Yeah.

- Don, you handled that beautifully.

- I felt good. I felt strong.

- You know what, if you're gonna fire me for my anger issues,

I might as well get my money's worth, don.

Nobody gives a rat's ass what you shot at pebble beach.

All the assistants are creeped out

by your rapey backrubs.

You are weak, lazy, hog all the credit,

take none of the blame, and your breath smells like ass.

We carpooled.

- Oh, that's right. It's Tuesday.

I can take a cab.

- No, no, no. I mean, you're on the way.

Great.

- So it's been six months, and I've gotten really close

on a lot of jobs, but apparently,

blackballing is a real thing.

The good news is, I'm getting a lot of helpful feedback.

Evidently, the men in the industry find me terrifying,

but all the women find me inspiring

and also terrifying.

But hey, I'm going to be fine.

I mean, I'm still confident, still strong, still--

excuse me.

Unbeatable.

Mom, you're not listening.

I don't want to live at grandma's.

How are we broke? You made so much money.

- Yeah, but we spent so much more.

Mom, please don't make a fuss.

So we have nothing?

- Oh, no, we still have mountains of debt.

Mom, you're not listening!

- Are you going to be drunk the whole time we're there?

- It's looking that way, sweetie.

Mom, please promise me you're not going to throw a party.

She's back!

- Hey. - Hi!

It's a party.

What are you doing?

- Well, I know you said no party,

but it's just family and friends, very low-key.

A mariachi band?

- This close to cinco de Mayo, it was such a coup to get them.

- Look, mom, I really appreciate you taking us in, I do,

but this isn't really a party day for me.

I mean, I can't get a job, I am upside down in my house,

I burned through all my savings,

and now I've got LA cucaracha in my head!

- Sounds like somebody needs a Margarita.

- No, mom, that is so not what I'm saying.

I j--no salt! Please.

Salt.

Hey, Wayne. - Hey, sis.

Quit screwing around, dude.

Jennifer!

How's your anger?

- Great, Steph. How's your passive aggression?

You're so funny.

Wayne and I were both so sick about what happened to you.

You lost everything? - I did.

Ugh, that beautiful house

in Santa Monica that blocked everybody's view.

Lost the house.

- Gorgeous condo in Maui that we only saw in pictures.

Mm, condo's gone.

Oh, and that hockney print

that you didn't even light properly.

That's three, Wayne.

- What, but I didn't even-- - next!

This isn't over, Conner.

Babe, will you please get me a drink?

Okay.

Just don't talk about the eviction till I get back.

Give me that.

Cannot believe I'm back home living with mom.

Soon as I make some money, I'm out of here.

- You can always come to work for me at the bar.

You make your own hours. We have health care.

- Wait, you have health care?

- No, come on, we don't even have a first aid kit.

- Okay, why the hell not? Thanks, bro.

- Wow, I'm gonna be your boss.

- Oh, my God, I feel like such a loser.

- Oh, come on, you're not a loser.

Just 'cause you're back living with mom and you got fired

and you're blackballed and humiliated,

you have no money.

You used to be rich.

There are plenty of people out there who will never make

what you lost.

Hey, kids.

Want, um-- you want some candy?

There's a lot of candy here.

- Morning, mom. - Good morning.

It's so good to have you back, honey.

- Thanks, but you know I'm not back back.

It's just for a few weeks.

- A few weeks, forever. We don't have to define it.

- Mmm. Bacon waffles?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, forever.

Is there anybody in the neighborhood

left from the old days?

Let's see.

Mike Dorfman is living in his mom's garage,

has it fixed up real cute.

He runs his own computer repair business,

and he's still single.

It's like a fairy tale.

- Oh, and I ran into your old friend Dina simac

at the grocery store last week.

- Dina? - Yeah.

I asked her over for dinner. - Oh, my God!

I have missed her so much. I love Dina.

You know, we haven't seen each other in a really long time.

She is exactly what I need right now.

She doesn't want to see you.

What? Why?

- I didn't ask. It's not my place.

Wow.

- Did you eat cheese last night?

- Okay, put my self-respect in the locker.

Where do I start?

What?

Life is funny.

You used to babysit me, and now I'm your boss.

The paths we take.

Yeah.

- Let me show you how to pour a draft.

Now, the trick is--

I was a v.P. For a fortune 500 company.

I can pour a beer. - Okay.

Okay, here is your glass of...

Foam.

Wow.

- Sorry about that. That one is on me.

That's okay.

Okay.

Hello, girls.

- Hey! Just because I'm wearing this little sports-whore outfit

does not mean I'm gonna put up with crap from jerks like you,

you got it? - Got it.

And these are my girls, abbie and lily.

It's our weekend together. We're having dinner.

- Hey, it's so nice-- so nice to meet you.

I'll be right there, guys.

- I'm sorry. Your girls are adorable.

- Thank you. So are yours.

- Okay, here's the deal-- think of a sports bar

like it was dad's den when we were kids.

Never stand in front of a TV when a game is on,

and never tell anyone they've had too much to drink.

- And Dennis Miller ruined football.

- You're a natural. - Thanks.

Listen, do you think that maybe I could get

a little advance on my paycheck?

Gretchen's been really bummed out lately,

and I told her I'd take her shopping.

Just, like, 100 bucks.

- I'll ask Stephanie if I can.