Younger

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So I text Caitlin to say,

"What are we doing for your birthday on Friday?"

And she's like, "Dinner? Brooklyn?"

And I'm like, "Yeah, can't wait."

- And then she was like... - I have bad news.

How much longer is this story gonna take?

She wants to invite David to dinner.

What could be worse news than that?

Oh. I see.

That's the girl who wrote the story

about Josh for "T Magazine"...

Greta.

Ugh, what a whore.

That's a little harsh.

I mean publicity whore.

That's fair.

Since when is he a Friend of the High Line?

He doesn't even know the High Line.

Well, he does like to get high.

Well, at least he looks happy.

That's all that matters.

Yeah, 'cause he's high.

Public humiliation.

Good morning.

My ex, Andy, and his husband Eduardo

had their engagement

printed in the "New York Times."

They were the featured couple

with the color pictures, so I get it.

Yeah, we just broke up, so it's pretty tough.

- I'm feeling... - Liza, let's not wallow in it.

We have a lot of work to do today.

Right.

You have a conference call at 9:00,

a marketing show-and-tell at 10:30,

and you are Skyping with Greg from Powell's at noon.

Great.

Make a reservation at Aureole for 12:30.

I'm taking you to lunch.

Oh, okay.

And I have a jacket to cover up...

that.

This is nice.

Nice? This is a power booth, Liza.

From here we can see and be seen

by everyone who comes in,

and it was lit by the same guy

who did Angela Lansbury's return to Broadway,

so from two booths back, we look like infants.

You want my advice on your breakup?

- Sure. - Invest in yourself.

Put everything into your career. It'll pay off.

Romance is... incidental.

But you work hard enough, and you will always have a job.

Oh, okay.

I guess.

And maybe someday...

I will join you at your power booth.

Diana, if I have a power booth,

you'll be the first person I invite.

Christ, Jackie Dunn just walked in.

Here she comes. Hide the bread.

Jackie, what are you doing below 50th?

Oh, you know. Just keeping it real.

Actually, Mark and I just moved to Tribeca.

- What? - It's a hike, but we love it,

Here you go, Jackie.

I ran over as soon as I realized.

Oh, is it supposed to rain?

No, it's very sunny, and you can't go out in the sun

for 10 days after...

It has been so good seeing you, Diana.

We really need to get a lunch on the books.

Definitely.

I don't need you anymore.

I...

You must be Emily, right?

I'm Liza, Diana's assistant.

We've GChatted.

Oh, hi.

Wow, you're not at all what I pictured.

You were so nice on the phone, I assumed you were, like,

homely or twee, but you seem totally normal.

Uh, thanks. You seem normal too.

Hey, there's this young professionals mixer

tonight in Chelsea.

They're totally fun, and it's not just publishing nerds.

It's assistants from all over Manhattan.

You should come.

Oh, tonight, I...

She'll be there.

Lean in.

Okay.

Uh, you can go.

Hey, have you ever heard of

the Young Professionals Society?

I got invited to their mixer.

Yeah, it's kind of dorky.

It's for people who are, like, desperate to move up.

- You should check it out. - What, because I'm desperate?

No.

Because you're dorky.

Oh, my God.

Lauren is out of control.

She has turned into

a complete bridesmaidzilla.

I don't know what to do.

Well, just be honest with her.

Tell her you want a low-key wedding.

I have, and then she pinched my arm

really hard and said, "You're better than that."

Wow, okay.

Well, uh, maybe try to get her to focus

on a less significant part of the wedding,

like flowers.

Flowers are everything!

Okay, well, something else.

I mean, getting married is stressful.

Just make sure to focus on what's important to you.

Yeah.

Says the person who's never had to plan a wedding.

You got me there.

Babe, you have to help me with these wedding decisions, okay?

Of course, boo, I got you. We are in this together.

I'm just gonna have to take a call in, like, five.

All right, you two. Let's do this.

Uh, Kelsey, did you get my email about the dresses?

Yes.

I am not wearing a see-through wedding dress.

Why?

Because I don't want my grandma

to see my Hello Kitty.

There was beadwork.

Okay, Lauren, if Kelsey doesn't want her choach showing,

then it ain't showing. End of discussion.

I know, I know... I'm pushing you guys.

But it's my job.

- It is? - Yes.

And you're pushing back, which I appreciate.

Together, we are gonna grind out something beautiful.

All right? I know it.

I just... I need you guys to stay open

to this process, okay?

- Fine. - Great.

Let's take a tour of the space,

after I introduce you to your dream team.

Linda Chang, James Beard Award-winning sommelier.

Tammy Anders, pastry chef.

She'll be in charge of curating your venetian hour.

Matt Marks, social media concierge.

He will ensure your special day is documented

on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

He will also come up with your hashtag.

Don't we just combine our names?

- Mm-hmm. - We... we can do that.

Oh, really? Because you haven't.

Okay?

Matt also works with this Foto Robot,

an interactive photo booth.

Hello, Kelsey and Thad.

Babe, got to jump on this.

Can't we just hire a human photographer?

Hey, Lauren.

Lauren, I thought we talked about this.

I know, I know.

I just thought that if Jan and Bonnie came here in person

that you might change your mind.

I do not want a predator

flying around with our rings in its mouth.

Well, for your information,

she wears them in a little pouch around her neck.

No.

Okay, I'd like Thad to weigh in.

- Thad? -

God damn it!

That'd be a no from Thad, too.

Liza! Over here!

- Hi. - Hey.

Wow, everyone looks like they're right out of college.

Honestly, some of these people are probably still in college.

It's so hard to get a job, if you land a summer internship,

you just stay.

My degree never helped me get anything.

- Where'd you go? - Um... Dartmouth.

No. When did you graduate?

Uh, '08.

So did I. Marta... Marta Beem?

They used to call me Deer Slayer,

'cause I sold venison steaks out of my dorm.

That's not ringing a bell.

No, I totally know you.

Did you play volleyball?

Ski team.

Yes. Oh, my God, I remember you.

This is nuts.

You have to come to our Dartmouth alumni group

next week.