Divorce

I'm just starting the process of changing my name.

I just got divorced.

- Oh, bummer. - Not really.

This is to celebrate your papers being signed

and for me officially investing in the gallery.

Thank you, but it's a loan. I'm paying you back.

You're single. You're a free man.

So that would be implying that I'm getting laid a lot.

No. No, that's not happening.

Frances, I would like you to meet Andrew.

Now that you're single, are you swiping?

I haven't taken the plunge yet.

Well, don't start because you're clearly a mess.

- Really? - A walking disaster.

I feel like I got sole custody of Mila's inner bitch.

You're changing your name? Fuck you.

Fuck you!

I appreciate this Robert, coming here after work.

Your dream of a professional-grade pizza oven

is my dream of a professional-grade pizza oven.

I just had no idea how much pleasure it would bring me

just to braise a loin,

supreme a grapefruit.

I hear ya.

I can't believe how much I'm digging this physical labor.

- Really? - Oh, yeah.

I mean, it's just short-term, make some money.

But there's something about building with your own hands,

coming home soaked in your own sweat.

I mean, check out these traps.

- That's impressive. - Thanks.

- You all right, Nick? - I'm fine.

Your heart's not gonna attack you again, is it?

No, no.

I just...

I've been a terrible friend.

I've treated you in a condescending manner.

I've belittled you at times.

To be honest, I've been a real goddamn shit.

I don't know, I just thought you were being you...

a dick.

That's not me, though. That's what I realized.

I was just miserable.

Making money for what?

It was all just meaningless.

I want you to know I'm really sorry.

Dude!

Ah, Robert.

Ah, Nick, not so tight.

A little tweak down there.

This is ridiculous. Let me help you.

Thanks, Nick.

- Hi. - Hi, hi.

- Nice to see you. - You, too.

- Come on in. - Thanks.

- Here, let me take your coat. - Oh, thank you.

- Throw it on the couch. - Okay.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't know who else to ask.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

My aunt, she... she died two months ago,

so I'm left just dealing with all of her stuff.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

No, it's okay. She was a monster.

- She hit people. - Well, then good riddance.

So, what do you think? Is it worth anything?

Uh, I don't know.

Or wait, do I sound like a jerk because you love art

and I'm just trying to make a buck here?

Well, I love art

and I'm trying to make a buck,

so I'm as awful as you are.

Yeah.

No, I don't recognize any of these artists.

But wow, this is...

this is beautiful.

You love your work, huh?

Finally, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

So do you wanna get dinner with me sometime?

Do you... do you mean like a date?

Like... like the thing you said I shouldn't be doing?

- Did I say that? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, no, that must've been before. - Before what?

Before you were rattling around in my brain.

- (CHUCKLES) - So?

No, I don't... I don't think so.

- Oh, okay. - No, it's not...

I think I should just

- be on my own for a bit. - No, I get it.

It takes a while to learn how to be alone.

But don't take too long, because this whole situation...

will not sit on the shelf forever.

- Noted. - Also, here.

This is for you; my thanks.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no way.

- I can't take that, no. - Please, it's yours.

Unless it turns out to have any value; then I'd like it back.

- (BOTH CHUCKLING) - Fair enough, fair enough.

Wow, I love it.

Nick.

Nick!

I'm being fun and flirty!

I'm sorry, dear, I'm trying to cut the saku just right.

My corset boobs used to drive you crazy.

And they will again, but right now, it's all about my knife skills.

- But I'm a red devil. - Honey, you should be happy

I've found something that gives me so much pleasure.

I just wish you had something comparable.

What do you mean? I have something comparable.

- You do? - Well, yes, of course. The art gallery.

I'm very passionate about it.

As a matter of fact, tomorrow night, I'm taking Frances

to Gurbaksh Lee's birthday party... in Harlem.

And I plan on introducing her to all very important collectors.

So I have a lot of very important stuff going on, too, Nick.

Perfect, because that is one party I'm happy to miss.

Finance people,

what a pretentious bunch of dullards.

Goddamn perfection.

Okay, Sylvia Mac...

Sylvia MacDonald-Feinstein.

Yes, yes. And once again, I'm so sorry to have bothered you.

And I'm so, so, so sorry

to hear that your...

that your dog was murdered.

Okay, my sincere condolences.

Yes, bye-bye.

- (GROANS) - (DOOR OPENS)

Good morning, Frances. - (DOOR CLOSES)

Morning.

Uh, we have a red dot.

Yay, a red dot! I love a red dot.

- I got you an iced coffee. - Thank you.

Got one for myself. Ready to do some business.

But one sale?

That's why we need to talk this place up tomorrow night.

We need to make it like a destination, you know?

Like Cuba. What's this?

Oh, uh, it's... Andrew gave it to me.

- You saw him Andrew? - Well, not like that, no.

He asked me to... to appraise some art.

- I knew you guys were a good match. - Oh, no, I told him no.

- Sylvia MacDonald. - Do you know her?

- Never heard of her. - Yeah, me neither.

I'm trying to find her. You know, maybe she has some other work.

Wow, good for you, Frances.

Out there, discovering an artist.

Well, so far, we only have locals,

and I don't know how deep that bench is.

I'm worried we're, like, six months away

- from bird houses and painted rocks. - Yeah, I get it.

And as your business partner,

I completely support you on whatever you wanna do.

Thank you.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

- Sure. - I have good tits, right?

- You have great tits. - Why, thank you.

- Hi. - Oh, God! Hi, hey.

Yeah, sorry. I'm just here to get a little sneak peek

before the open house, ahead of the competition.

- I'm Jackie. - Oh, hey, Jackie.

That's a classic Realtor move.

Well, I am a Realtor, but this one's for me.

My daughter and I are moving into the neighborhood.

Ugh, never mind.

Really? That... that quick?

This kitchen doesn't have double sinks,

and I need to be able to pile my dishes up for at least five days.

No judgment.

But you know what?

You know what, I happen to know

a house in the vicinity that's for sale

that has two sinks and a pasta faucet.

Why are we whispering?

Because the house is mine.

I don't wanna get labeled as a poacher.

It's a bad thing. But you know what, to heck with it.

I can show you the house tomorrow.

Really? How's 5:00?

That's great! That's great.

Let me, uh... Robert DuFresne, general contractor.

Listen, uh, no free looks before the open house.

So I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Oh!

Thanks for cooperating.

- Hello. - Hi!

This might seem a little bit strange,

but are you Sylvia MacDonald, the painter,

who at one point painted an exquisite portrait

of, um... of a man's face in front of a moody, grayish background?