Younger

Damn! Wha... so he's dead, right?

No, he's the lead. He can't be dead.

- - Right?

_

Hey, I thought you wanted to, you know,

Netflix and chill tonight.

Ye... babe.

You know that means sex, right?

- We shouldn't tonight. - What?

Why not?

I just don't think it's a good idea.

- - Period.

Oh.

Wa... It's not a problem.

You know, I have a designated towel

for these occasions.

It has, like, a really busy pattern on it, so...

- Hey, hey. - What?

Just give me a couple days, okay?

Yeah.

I get it.

It's like a...

generational thing, you know?

You know, maybe it is a generational thing.

David was just always so weird about it.

Oh, I bet he'd send you into the woods

until the end of your moon.

You've never had period sex?

Not on purpose. Have you?

Well, if you're a lesbian, you have to go with the flow,

otherwise you're celibate for half the month.

Oh, I never thought about that.

And you don't even want to see

when I sync up with a girlfriend.

My bed looks like a crime scene.

Thanks for the warning.

Hey, we've finally synced up, haven't we?

Yeah! Happy day two.

Wha...

What the hell is going on in here?

Sorry.

No, you're not.

City ordinances clearly state

you cannot begin construction before 8:00 a.m.

It is 7:53, and it sounds like a drone strike in here.

So tell me why I shouldn't call the co-op president

right this very second.

Honey, unless you woke up

spackled and pressed like that,

you've been at work for a while too.

"Spackled"?

No, it looks good.

I won't tell on you.

Listen, we got a deadline to hit.

The guys got here early, so I had them get started.

Well, have them get stopped

until 8:00 a.m.

Guys. Cut the noise.

- What you looking for? -

Well, I was looking for my assistant,

but now I'm looking for a sweetener

that won't give me cancer.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I stopped at the tailor on my way in

to check on your gown for the opera.

Oh, and Feliciano is all set to do your hair that night.

Do I need to do anything for your date?

Do you know who you're bringing yet?

Still TBD, Liza.

Diana. I was looking for you.

Oh?

Bryce is going to sit in on this morning's

- staff meeting. - Oh.

We just need to indulge him a little.

Listen to his ideas.

Keep an open mind.

Of course.

"P is for Pigeon," our lead title this season,

is just weeks away from launching.

It is the story of the world's last passenger pigeon

and a powerful meditation on the...

extinction of the American middle class.

How are the preorders so far?

Slightly lower than we'd hoped,

but 5,000 should put us on the "Times" Best Seller list,

and that is definitely within reach.

I have put a call in to the Audubon Society

for a bird-watching and reading doubleheader

at The Cloisters.

Got it. Can Millennial discuss their IP?

We are planning a college tour

for "The Deciding Decade."

And?

And, uh, we really want to find the next Warsan Shire.

Nobody's breaking poets right now,

except Beyoncé. Dead end.

There.

Your next authors.

What's up? I'm Kray.

And I'm Tay.

- And we're... - Both: The Stoopid Girls!

- Tay. - Hey?

Are you wearing an adult diaper?

Uhh... yeah, I am!

Wait, so are you.

Oh, my God!

Both: Chonie chug challenge!

First one to leak through their Depends

is the winner.

- Chugs. - Chugs, mm-mm.

Okay, here I go.

There's another 14 minutes of this?

I can scrub through to the end

if you want to see who wins.

I'm not sure this is

on brand for us.

Great books come from great ideas.

We shouldn't be precious about the source.

And what ideas do these girls in...

diapers have?

They have 5 million subscribers.

If even 1/100 of a percent of them buys the book,

they're on the "Times" Best Seller list.

Right?

That is their manager's contact.

I hate talking on the phone. What's wrong?

Comment below if you've ever puked.

Could The Stoopid Girls really write a book?

I mean, would they even want to?

To make that much money being stupid,

you have to be at least a little bit smart, right?

Yes, exactly, and if they're thirsty enough

to make 187 videos this year, they'll be down

for any platform that feeds them more attention.

Snap 'em now while they're still just Internet famous.

Oh, we emailed their manager.

We just haven't heard back yet.

Oh, they're probably just busy prepping for VidPop.

- VidPop? - Mm-hmm.

It's a YouTuber convention

at the Javits Center this week.

There's a YouTuber convention?

No, there are dozens of them,

and they're insanely popular.

I had to promise the firstborn I'm never having to get

Hector and Dorff to be the official jockstrap

of the VidPop gift bags.

Ugh. I'll get you passes.

Great.

Did we have to come

this close to Beth Israel to meet Max?

And did we have to come here?

I told you, with a doctor, you got to take it

whenever and however you can get it.

You know, whether it's sex

or a tequila-lime chicken finger.

We've hooked up in the on-call room

three times this week.

Lucky you.

So anytime,

anywhere?

What if you're...

you know...

having your period?

Why'd you whisper that?

I don't know... I'm just a...

I'm just asking a follow-up question, never mind.

No, no, no. It hasn't come up yet.

But the only thing I don't do on my period

is a yoga inversion.

So everything else is on the table?

Wait, is Josh anti-period sex?

No, that's offensive.

I thought he was so woke.

No, he is.

He... wait, what's woke?

Enlightened, i.e., he's not

terrified of the female body.

Oh, ah, you know what? There's Max; let's ask him.

- No, no-no-no-no-no-no. -

- Hey. - Hi.

Hey, uh, Max, this is my friend Liza.

- And you remember Kelsey. - Hey, again.

- Nice to meet you, Liza. - Hey.

Um, honey, quick question.

You're cool with period sex right?

Yeah.

I knew it.

- - Oh, shit, it's me.

I got to get back.

My attending's letting me do the episiotomy