Just My Luck

- Morning, Oscar. - Morning, Miss Albright.

Finding a cab may take a while in this mess. No umbrella?

Really think I need one?

Guess not.

Thanks. Have a good one.

Oh.

Nice. Bye.

First stop, 66th and Broadway.

I need to be there in four minutes, please.

Oh, yeah. That's gonna happen.

Hi. Dana?

WNYH. You're caller seven. Can you name our mystery song?

Oops. I did it again. Sorry.

That's right! You win!

Oh, that's like five greens in a row.

The force is strong this morning, boy.

Dana, it looks like I'm running a little early.

So I'm gonna make a stop at Balducci's. Muffin?

I am the master of my universe. Positive energy, positive results.

Oh, perfect. Taking the dog for a walk.

Good morning, Mr. Phillips. I want to introduce you to the hottest band in New York City.

Magic time.

Oh, perfect!

Huh. Find a penny-

Uh, Mr. Phillips? Excuse me?

Here we go. Lift.

Good. Walk it around.

Bring it around. Bring it around.

That's it.

- Hey, hold it, please. - Oh.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Come on, baby.

Baby made a poo-poo!

Now, let's go.

Baby, your poo-poo's costing me.

Happy?

- Hi. Good morning. - Mm-hmm.

Sweet.

Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?

- What are you doing? Get off! - I'm sorry. Are you o-

Look, I'm- Let me help you up. Stop hitting me!

- Let me help you up! It was an accident! - Oh, my God! Help!

- Hey, you! Don't move! - This is not-

- Help! Help! - This is not- not good. Not good.

- Somebody! - Stay there!

- Let me help you up! Come on! - Get that thing near me, and I'll smack it!

I need backup! 288 in the park! Hey, you! Stay there!

- I'll get you! - The button popped!

Green jacket, skull cap. Pursuing on foot.

We're making music here. We're not making chicken.

Well, get it done. We need this done.

Sir, excuse me! Good morning, Mr. Phillips!

- I have a brand-new- - Got you!

- Mr. Phillips! - Give me your arm, pervert!

- Take a quick listen! - You smell like dog crap!

Officer, could you take me to the 36th Precinct?

They're nice to me there.

You promise? 6:00?

Okay. I'll be the redhead who looks like this.

In that case, I'll be there at 5:30.

Okay.

Morning, Maggie.

Oh, what are you so chipper about?

Brad Pitt and Jude Law had a baby...

and I just met him in the elevator.

Braden & Company. Can I help you?

Somebody ordered Balducci's.

Oh, yum. Excuse me.

What's happening on this body? Is this a new coat?

Yeah. Can you believe it? Sample sale. Fifty percent off.

- Ohh. - And her coat met someone.

David Pennington. Owner of the Boston Celtics David Pennington?

No, silly. It's his son.

Impressive. But I, too, had a really great morning.

Apparently, Saturn is in line with Neptune.

Dana, you know those things aren't exactly factual, right?

Ooh! Ooh! And my new song got a really polite rejection letter...

from Two Tone Records.

But you know what they say: One door closes, and two doors open.

Speaking of doors, uh, the Phillips meeting- When is it?

Now.

All right, I've gotta go take notes.

- Okay. - I will see you guys after.

- Bye. Can I have one of those? - Do you want the bran?

Where is everybody?

Look, our SoundScans last week were 470,000.

That's why we de-Yes, we deserve to be at the front of the store.

Look, you tell him because I said so.

You tell him Damon Phillips said so. I'm hanging up now.

I thought we had a meeting.

Oh, they should be here soon. If you'd care to-

Wait? This is a big insult. D. Doesn't wait for anybody.

Yeah, that's right. No one. Okay?

And he is furious. Ain't that right?

It's true. I'm furious.

They should be here at any second. I promise.

- Are you kidding me, people! Sara! Sara, do something!

Oh, look! I just got an I.M. From Miss Braden.

And it says she's doing some final touches...

on an extra special presentation for you, and she'll be right here.

Right.

Do you know how much Downtown Masquerade Records made last year?

Yes. 507 million, gross.

Therefore, you know how much each and every minute of my time is worth.

$964.

Damn, that's a lot of money. I didn't expect that.

Yeah, and that includes the time that you're sleeping.

So even when I go poo-poo, I'm makin' money?

- That's some expensive shit. - Damn skippy.

So you see why I can't afford to waste any time.

And this is wasted time!

I completely understand that. If you could just give me a moment, then I will start.

Please. If it's not worth the minute, then I will give you $965.

Hmm.

Because personally I think you're underpaid.

Hope you have your checkbook.

- They brought him into custody. - Charlie caught the case?

- Yeah. - Charlie's crazy, you know.

- Oh, I can't believe it's raining again. - Oh. Yeah.

Let me out! Let me out first!

- Sara! - Yes, uh, Miss-

Right. No. Of course.

Wha- Right.

Damon. Damon, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh-huh.

With cheese. Okay.

I just need to get the files, and we can start the presentation-

- No, no. We're done. - Damon, please. The elevator was stuck.

What are you talking about? Miss Albright just pitched me your entire P.R. Strategy.

It's brilliant. Especially the part about the party.

Oh. A p-party?

Yeah, the masquerade bash thing. I love it.

- Oh, you-you like that? - Yeah.

It's a great way to showcase our talent and get a tax write-off and support a good cause.

And you know I can never say no... to a party.

What you say. What you say. What you say.

Me too. I love to par-tay.

Don't do that.

Got you covered, Mr. D. Your car is right this way.

Masquerade bash?

Uh, I'm really sorry, Miss Braden. I just-

I took notes at other meetings, and then I just improvised from there.

Well, looks like you've got a big party to plan.

Right. Right. Yeah.

Of course, you'll need your own office.

- Wh- Me? - Your idea. You're in charge. Sara?

- Huh? - Find Ashley a new office...

- and get her a company credit card. - Thank you, Miss Braden.

Oh, please, Ashley. From now on, it's Peggy.

- Peggy. - Peggy.

And you are?

- Mail. - Whatever.

And don't worry, Ashley. I'll be watching your every move.

- Sara. - Yes, ma'am?

Katy, I'm home.

Oh, hey, Jake.

Hey. Wow. What happened to you?

- Fourth-grade boys. - They're the worst, aren't they? Let me see.

- What's it stuck on with? - Krazy Glue.

Huh, been there. At least you had a better day than me.

- Burger? - Of course. Ketchup for you.

- Katy, where's my bun? - Oh, it's in the oven, Grandma.

- She's got a bun in the oven? - Hey, Jake.

- Hey, Aunt Martha. - Now, Katy...

I'll be back after my shift at midnight.

Cool.

Stay out of trouble.

- Love you, Jake. - Love you too.

- Katy, mind your cousin. - I'll keep an eye on her.

- See ya. - Ready?

Wait. Is it gonna sting? 'Cause I kind of like wearing it.

Well, it's not gonna sting if you hold still.

- Ow. Ow. Ow. - Hold still! It's gonna be fine!

Hold still. One, two, three-

There you go. There you go. Well, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. All right.

- What do you say? - Thank you, Jake. You're my hero.

Give me some skin. You know, I'm gonna take this.

This is definitely a, uh, choking hazard.

- All right. - Bye.

See ya.

Not again! Oh!

So, where is he taking you?

A basketball game. His dad's team is playing Philly.

Not sexy enough. Home or away?

- Away. - Let me guess.

On his private jet which he flies himself?

- So wrong. He has a pilot. - Speaking of dates. Hello?

We should try to find the dragon lady one for the bash.

That way, she won't be all over us, watching our every move.

Mm. Good luck. Men of Peggy's caliber don't exactly take ads in the Yellow Pages.

Could you possibly idolize her any more?

What? She's sophisticated, glamorous, gets invited everywhere...

and never has to stay home because she has nothing to wear.

- Right. Nothing to wear. - Wee, wee, wee.

- Coming! - I'll get it.

- I'm coming. - I'm coming!

- Find an outfit. - I found one.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh. - Whoa. Who is that?

Down, girl. You're drooling on my doormat. Oh, it's my next-door neighbor.

- Who? - Shh. Antonio.