Angel from Hell

Previously on Angel from Hell:

Oh! I'm so sorry.

No worries. Accidents happen.

I'll bet you're a very sweet person, Dr. Allison.

How did you know my name?

It's me, Amy, from the farmers' market.

Who's this Bit-O-Honey?

I'm Brad. I'm the brother.

Your mother died 412 days ago,

and since then, you've buried yourself

in work,

buried yourself in a relationship.

How do you know all that stuff?

Honey, I'm your guardian angel.

He's working on boning your best friend.

Evan and I hooked up. Ugh.

It's not that I believe you're an angel.

But? I could use a weird friend.

Do they come any weirder?

To Allison... third anniversary of joining my practice.

You make Fuller Dermatology

a little fuller. I wrote that.

His idea. I made it sing.

Well, thank you both.

This is really sweet.

And I have the perfect way to celebrate this.

Come with me on a two-night,

all-inclusive stay at one of L.A.'s finest beach hotels.

Classic bro-sis resort getaway.

Sounds a little romantic. It was supposed to be.

I booked it about a year ago with the ex-wife.

And much like her, they won't give me my money back.

Well, shoot, I'm busy... not dating my brother.

I'm also swamped at the office.

Don't even ask me, Bradley.

You and me and a beach hotel?

Not enough water in the ocean to put out that fire.

And the surface of the earth is 75% water.

Oh, now I'm just stating facts with a sexy voice.

Hello, Amy. Hey, Allison.

Marvin.

Not touching me also an option. Okay.

So, what brings you to our private

family lunch? Relax. I'm not crashing.

Allison told me all about your little celebration

for Fuller Face Fixers, DDS...

None of that's right.

And I wanted to, uh, give this gift to you in person.

Oh.

Oh. Wow.

Thank you so much... Mmm.

For this... piece of paper.

It's a tracking number.

Well, a gift really wasn't necessary.

Nor does it seem like an actual gift.

Especially considering the tracking number is "867-5309,"

which everyone knows is Jenny's number.

I ordered you a little something online,

but the package is being held up in New Orleans.

Oh, is this a picture

of little Allison? Yep. That's me

as a little kid, dressed up like a doctor.

Oh, and in Marv's lab coat

that almost fits your tiny eight-year-old body.

Sorry, Dad.

It's okay.

We're about to have some cake. Great.

Exactly three slices. Oh.

Hint received, Cranky Pants.

Well, Allison, I will, uh, check you out back at the casa.

Amy out.

So we didn't really get a chance

to talk about work stuff at lunch.

I'm all ears.

Well, what do you think about my proposal

for updating the computer office system?

I'll have to think about that one.

That's what you said last time.

Is this still about the MP3s?

I lost all my Dave Matthews albums

when I digitized from CD.

Dad, Dave Matthews was popular 20 years ago.

It's time to find a new band

you're too old to be listening to.

And did you get my memo

about the Nancy and Dave situation?

It's harmless.

Our receptionist is calling

our male nurse Sergeant Bubble Butt.

Hey, he served our country.

And apparently was decorated for his killer caboose.

Okay, we don't want a lawsuit.

Maybe we should bring in a lawyer

to conduct a sexual harassment seminar?

Let me think about that one.

Okay, one last thing... The office parties.

You don't like ice cream cake? No, I think you like them

and you look for every little excuse to have one.

Ice cream cakes are good for morale.

Yeah, but they take up a lot of time

and they keep the patients waiting.

You can't change everything at once.

Okay, well, maybe we can just

limit the parties to once a week?

That's gonna be a problem,

because...

Happy third anniversary.

Thank you. We're doing this again?

I know I am. Dave, cut me a slice.

You sure something that hot should be so close to ice cream?

Oh, Nancy, stop.

Hey there.

I saw your kitchen light was on.

Sorry about barging in on your lunch today.

Yeah, that would feel more sincere

if you didn't say it while barging in.

Can we talk about boundaries?

Yes, please.

I need to be around you more. You can't keep showing up everywhere.

I'm finding it very hard to guardian-angel you from afar.

I know what the problem is.

You're not an angel.

Said the woman who believes in the theory of relativity.

Listen, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna talk some hard science with you, okay?

Angeling is like an FM radio station.

I get messages

loud and clear when I'm near you

but not so much when I'm far away.

Does it have an off button?

And I got a big old message at that lunch today.

Segue way alert. How are things in the office

with your dad? Make your point.

Your father treats you like a daughter there,

not like a partner.

That's a pretty intense theory for someone

who's been there once to use the bathroom.

Does he listen to your ideas?

You mentioned to me that you've been trying

to get him to update the computer systems for months.

Well, he said he was thinking about it.

Classic dad deflection.

"Can we have a pony?"

"Well, let me think about that one."

And how is that pony, huh? I haven't seen it.

Where is it? You keep it off-site?

He will never treat you like a partner

unless you take action.

And your first step...

Hire me to update your computer systems.

No. Why not? It's a no-brainer.

I think you are a lovely person.

And I think you're amazing. But... that said,

you don't strike me as the office type.

And I'm not just saying that because

you're three fingers deep into my peanut butter.

Plus, you know, there's the whole no-qualifications thing.

Hmm. What you need is a column-oriented

DBMS database...

Properly hashed and salted, of course...

Secured with a 256-bit encryption...

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I overwhelming your tiny human brain?

My...

Here, let me show you a Web site I built

for my massage practice,

Touched by an Angel.

Here you go.

Wow.

This is exactly what I'm looking for.

Uh, without the adult banner ads.

Yeah, be careful where you click.

Okay.

So, we have a deal?

I'll talk to my dad about it.

Look, I'll come into the office,

and I'll set up a demo... for free.

It'll only take a day. There's literally no downside.

Oh, come on.

What's your dad gonna do, send you to your room?

Good morning, Dr. Fuller.

Amy Cass reporting for duty.

Where are the cameras? Huh?

Sweet Lord, let there be cameras.

Dad, we should talk.

Nancy, I'm gonna need a coffee and a Klonopin.

Ooh. Sounds good.

Make that two, Nance.

You two are showing a lot of faith,

letting me do this, and just know I will never be

anything less than professional here at the...

Fuller Family Skin House.

: Not even close. It's Fuller Dermatology.

You can check the sign on your way out.

Amy, can you give us a second?

Yeah, oh, absolutely. Yeah, I'll just set stuff up.

Yeah. Don't back down.

I thought we decided to table

a discussion of a new system. No, you decided that.

I've been trying to change it for forever.

The system is 15 years old.