Good Trouble

You can just stay with me in my loft.

We'll figure something out.

Luca.

I hope you're here to stay.

If you'll have me.

Seeing you brings up a lot of the old bad feelings.

I'm sorry.

The Bulk Beauty app officially launches.

This is Davia.

She's gonna be your homeschool teacher.

I just wish I could find a manager

who really believes in me.

I believe in you.

Why not let me be your manager?

Come on, what do you have to lose?

-Ooh. -Oh, God!

Oh, it's happening!

You know you don't have to do it.

Yes, I do.

Do not try this at home.

Oh, that smell!

Okay, okay. Are you ready?

Three, two, one,

go!

Damn! She's putting it down fast!

I once drank a bottle of cow's blood

at a Twilightcosplay party.

Why?

What? Like that's weirder than ketchup.

It's very weird. Ooh.

-Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! -Finish it!

Oh, no!

-Not on me! -Aah!

Go outside!

Hold it in! Don't do it. Breathe.

Keep it cool.

-I'm good. -You're good?

-I'm good! -Oh, thank God.

She's good! She's good!

You're up early.

-Hey. I hope I didn't wake you. -Mm-mm.

I'm just trying to get some of my own work done in the morning.

It's beautiful.

I could see it on display at The Broad.

I don't know about that,

but... thank you.

It feels good to paint something I can put my own name on.

What do you mean?

I've been-- I've been painting for Yuri.

His concepts, sort of.

A lot of mine too.

Like, you've been painting the pieces

and he's been signing his name on them?

Yeah, but I get 10% commission,

which, you know, considering how much his paintings sell for,

it can be a lot.

I-- I'm sorry. Is that legal?

I mean, it's certainly not ethical.

It's a paycheck.

It's Yuri's signature that gets them sold.

Because he's established and collectible.

Okay, but I feel like

you're literally selling your soul to this guy.

Hey, it's-- It's not forever.

But we need the money for the baby.

Look, I'll get my work out there and get established myself,

and then we won't need Yuri's money.

Well, how're you gonna do that

if you're always painting for Yuri?

Especially when the baby gets here.

I'll get up early.

I'll stay up late.

I'll get it done. Okay?

And I'm trying to get this piece in a group show that's coming up, so...

I'm sure you will.

It's beautiful.

And you're so talented.

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Okay. I'm gonna let you get back to work.

I don't wanna distract you.

Hey, how are you settling in downstairs?

Um, uh, great. It's, um, really quiet.

I'm sorry you're on the couch.

No, that's fine. It's-- Thank you.

Hey.

Good morning.

Um, I should probably get ready for work.

What's going on there?

-Nothing. -Morning, earthlings.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Did someone eat my blueberry yogurt?

You guys know that my gut health relies on morning probiotics.

Um, I think maybe I did.

Davia said I could have her yogurt.

I just got it from the top right shelf.

Uh, that's my bad.

Uh, my shelf is the bottom left.

I should've been more specific.

No, no, it's-- It's my fault. I-- I should've asked.

I'm really sorry, Alice. I will-- I'll replace it.

Oh, I'll just replace it right now, it's fine.

Here.

What? Strawberry?

Is my favorite. Yay!

Look, eating someone else's food

is a common occurrence around here.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. Can you please stop that?

How else are we supposed to get rid of these?

Puncture, don't poke.

It'll make less noise, like a gentle "eeeeee."

Seriously!

It's a Band-Aid. You just gotta rip it off!

Stop! Stop!

What's going on?

Oh. These are seriously high-end balloons.

They're still full of air.

Hey, what happened to you?

You left the party without saying goodbye.

I was just tired. Didn't wanna ruin the fun.

I'm really sorry that Evan didn't stay.

So there's nothing happening between you two?

Um... no.

We both decided to keep things professional between us.

I just hate thinking that you went home alone

and sad.

It's okay, really.

Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but I think I know why we're not getting more traffic on the app.

The hyperlink our marketing service sent out

Not thebulkbeauty.

Bluk? B-L-U-K?

Should we have them send another email?

No one's gonna read a second email.

It looks bad! And really unprofessional right off the gate.

What if we buy blukbeauty

and re-route the traffic ourselves?

-That's a good idea. -Gina! Genius!

Uh... okay.

It's not available.

Who would buy blukbeauty?

Okay, so this problem asks you to find the missing exponent.

Elliot, please put down your phone.

I'm not doing anything on my phone.

Well, you're not paying attention.

Fine. The missing exponent is three.

Great. Good job.

Okay, now let's show your work.

But I already did it in my head.

And that's great.

But showing your work helps to identify the error

if you get a problem wrong.

Elliot, put your phone away or I will take it from you.

I don't mean to hurt you,

but I don't wanna have a relationship.

I'll respect your boundaries.

I love you.

So now that I have your Squarespace site up and running,

you're gonna be booking gigs left and right.

See, it has all of your stand-up clips,

social media links, contact info,

and there's a tool where anyone can book you directly.

- "No gig too small"? -Mm-hmm.

Doesn't that make me seem a little desperate?

Not at all.

It's all part of our strategy to say yes to everything.

Assuming it's not illegal, of course.

And what's the point of all this?

Maximum exposure.

Saying yes is the key to success.

I don't know.

Come on, it's so much easier to say yes than no.

If it's so easy, why don't you do it?

Fine. I will!

I will say yes to anything you ask me to do.

Hug Kelly.

Wa-- What are you doing?

Are you trying to lift my wallet?

Okay.

Now confess the craziest thing you've ever done.

One time I asked the cashier at Chipotle to give me a water cup,

but then, I filled it with root beer instead.

I've never told anyone that story,

and the guilt has been eating me alive ever since.

Wow, not cool.

Root beer with Mexican food? You're sick.

It felt so good to get that off my chest.

Thank you, Alice.

What's next?

I'm not feeling the grief in this blue.

It needs more, uh, emotion.

Hey, I was thinking, we should have a show.

What exactly would that arrangement look like?