Northern Exposure s06e01 Episode Script

Dinner at Seven-Thirty

Toro, toro! It's a bull year for Minnifield Communications with earnings up a gnarly 18%.
To celebrate, CEO Maurice Minnifield's popping for happy hour at The Brick today, so drop on by, everybody.
Don't miss out on Shelly Vincoeur's righteous guacamole dip.
Chris in the Morning, the voice of the borough of You should really try to keep your heads clean, Dr.
Fleischman.
Yeah, well, think you can at least get the tape out? I'll do everything I can.
I can't promise anything.
My throat's dry.
You got something to drink? Check the fridge.
This gonna take long? I can't say yet.
Ed, how long has this been here? Oh, you didn't drink any of that, did you, Dr.
Fleischman? Yeah, I drank it.
Why not? It's orange juice, right? Yeah, well, sort of.
It kind of has some other things in it.
What do you mean? What other things? Well, healer type medicinal things.
What are you talking There's medicine in here, Ed? What kind of medicine? Well, Leonard gave me the recipe.
It's for body aches, you know, when you're just in so much pain, you wish you could just get out of your body.
Well, this helps you with that.
All right, just tell me exactly what you put in here, please.
Well, there's some elder root, parsnip, a little crushed beetle, some fox musk All right, I gotta rinse my mouth out.
You got any Listerine in here? Whoa! Taxi! Dr.
Fleischman.
Are you okay? Maurice? Well, yeah, you can call me that if you want to.
The last person to call me that was my mother.
Maury, get me a cab, will you? Right away, Mrs.
Partridge.
You better get upstairs, Dr.
Fleischman.
The missus is looking for you.
Good afternoon, Dr.
Fleischman.
How about those Mets? There you are.
I thought you'd been abducted.
Did you get the Pepto-Bismol? Huh? My stomach's on fire.
Come on.
Oh.
Yeah, here.
Bobo, are you all right? Yeah, I just, I don't know.
I kind of feel I feel disoriented.
Joel, you're making yourself crazy over this.
If she doesn't have the courtesy to give you an answer tonight, I'd ask her point-blank on Monday.
Ask who what? Dr.
Miller! God, I hate it when you zone out like that.
She was supposed to tell you two months ago.
You know, hers isn't the only internal medicine group in Manhattan.
If she doesn't make you a partner after all the endocrine patients you've brought to the practice, I'd quit.
Yeah.
It never fails.
Twenty-five people coming to dinner, new caterer, Ed's screaming for the offering circular, which I haven't finished, of course, and my gastritis kicks into overdrive.
Mrs.
Fleischman Oh, hi, Dr.
Fleischman.
What is it, Maggie? Well, I'm afraid Mr.
Brown got out again.
Mr.
Brown? Jodie's ferret.
There you go again.
Where are you? This is all we need.
I told you we should never let her get that thing.
It wasn't my fault.
Evan left the cage open.
Mr.
Brown wanted more air.
That's stupid.
You're a stupid idiot.
Jodie, I've asked you not to call your brother stupid.
He started it, Dad.
We're going to have to find that animal.
Maggie, the kids have been inside all day.
Why don't you take them to the Park for a little while? Yes, ma'am.
See you later, kids.
Come on, y'all.
Can I get gelato? You had gelato yesterday.
Dad says it's too much cholesterol.
Shut up.
I like Maggie, but maybe we ought to get a male au pair.
A what? It would be good for the kids to experience a nurturing male figure.
Besides, Evan would have someone to toss the football with.
You better get ready.
They'll be here at 5:00.
Tamara, your left arm, just a little higher.
Yeah.
No, no.
Like Like this.
Okay? Yeah, perfect.
Perfect! Don't move.
Oh, yeah, hold still.
Chris? Hey, Bernie.
Can I speak with you for a second? Yeah.
Sure.
Take five, everybody.
Why do they have bags on their heads? Okay, right.
I know that wasn't part of your Your original, you know Accessories? No, no, no, your overall concept.
But I thought since we, you know, we live in such a faceless society, that I You know, I would just What? Come on, get it out.
I thought it gave the models a kind of Facelessness? No, no, no, no.
Anonymity.
Chris, what is it, Greek, Sanskrit? I'm lost, okay? Would you remember we're here to sell my clothes, not your artistic pretensions? Now take the bags off.
I Guys, change of plans.
I know $20 seems like a lot of money, but this has a patented flying buttress design that will keep it from turning inside out in a stiff wind.
All right.
There you go, Mr.
Warburg.
I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
If you don't, you know exactly where to find me.
Maury, what are you doing? Super said if he caught you selling any more stuff, he'd have you fired.
Big deal, Eugene.
I'm not gonna be a doorman forever.
This country was founded on entrepreneurship.
The spirit of capitalism is the lifeblood Hey, I hope the spirit of capitalism keeps you warm when you're sleeping on a subway grate.
Hello, Maggie.
Hi.
Wow, I really admire you, Maury.
How's that? Well, you just don't give a hoot if you're fired or not.
Let me tell you something, Maggie.
It's not gonna be long before I'm able to own this building.
Did you ever hear of Mr.
Edward Chigliak? Mr.
Moneybags.
Yeah.
Yeah, Mrs.
Fleischman's his lawyer.
He kind of gives me the willies.
Well, he is a barracuda, but he's also a financial wunderkind.
And he gave this little investor some insider's poop.
You know, there's a big merger coming up between Cimarron Cable and GBD Communications.
I got in on the ground floor.
Mr.
Brown.
Hey, Mr.
Brown, I got a nice Carr's water cracker for you.
He's not in the living room.
Yeah, well, he's not here, either.
Perfect.
Don't tell the guests about this.
My asthma's acting up.
Hey, Shel, do you ever get the feeling like, like you were just kind of dropped here? What? Well, I don't know.
It's just all day I've had the oddest sensation.
Just I don't know, just a kind of detachment or Bobo, you do realize, don't you, that even if Dr.
Miller makes you a partner, you'll never earn the kind of money I do.
And extra 50 K a year isn't going to change the equation.
And I don't care.
What? Isn't that what this is really all about? Your obsession with the partnership? Isn't it about feeling adequate in our marriage? I feel adequate.
Joel, I didn't mean that as an attack.
I just want you to feel good about yourself.
I do.
I feel good about myself, really.
I feel fine about myself.
I've just been feeling a little light-headed, that's all.
Look, please, just do me a favor.
I can't stand it when you fawn all over Dr.
Miller.
Wait a minute.
I don't fawn all over her.
All right, will you do me a favor, then, okay? Why don't you try and keep God out of the conversation for just one night, okay? What's that supposed to mean? Lately, we can't go to a party without you subjecting everyone to your own little personal quest for the Almighty.
That's not true.
Oh, what was last week in the Hamptons with Bill and Marsha on the deck, huh? Marsha happened to be very interested in what I was saying.
Oh, come on, I agreed to raise the kids Catholic.
Is that not enough? Don't lie All right, now they're here, okay? Dr.
Miller, NIH wants you in Atlanta on the 15th to chair a symposium on multidrug-resistant microbacterial TB.
Okay, but only if they get me back on the plane by 4:00.
And the New England JournaI of Medicine has accepted your hypercalcemia monograph, but they've made a few editorial changes.
Tell them to print it as is or I'll take it to The Lancet.
Taxi! And Dr.
Glasser was wondering if you decided yet about making Dr.
Fleischman a partner.
Dr.
Glasser can keep wondering.
Dr.
Miller.
What, Doris? Your coat.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Thanks.
Hi.
Hi.
Let me open that door for you.
There we go.
Thank you.
Thanks, buddy.
You gentlemen have a nice evening.
Oh.
Mr.
Chigliak, how are you this evening, sir? Maury.
Well, did we hit the mother lode today? Did that merger go through? I was in meetings all afternoon, didn't hear a thing.
Oh.
Well, isn't there someone you can call? I'm on my way to a party.
Oh, right.
Sorry, Mr.
Chigliak.
You're the baby grand of a lady and a gent You're an old Dutch master, you're Mrs.
Astor You're Pepsodent You're the Nile You're the tower of Pisa You're the smile on the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a totaI wreck, a flop But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top Holling, play Someone To Watch Over Me.
This is for my sentimental friend, Mrs.
Shelly Fleischman.
There's a somebody I'm longing to see I hope that she I think the thing about Cartier-Bresson is he's got such a strong You know But, at the same time, such a sense of What's that word? What word? There's a word.
You know Good things, people, nice feelings, the warm Excuse me.
Humanity.
Dr.
Miller's not here yet.
Hmm? Dr.
Miller.
It's not a good sign being late, you know.
Never mind.
Enjoy yourself.
Joel? Yeah, what's wrong? I saw something with a tail run under the couch.
A tail? Do you have rats? No, no, no, Bernie, we don't have rats.
Excuse me.
There's the door.
I'm sure it's just the neighbor's cat.
Dr.
Miller.
Am I late? You said 6.
00, didn't you? No, I thought I said 5:00.
Although I could have said I'm sure it's my fault, I'm sure.
I probably told you 6:00.
I'm sorry, come on in, let me get you a drink.
I've got that nice red Lillet you like.
I'll have cranberry juice.
Okay.
Hello, Walt.
Ruth-Anne.
I'm going to have to send the caterer out for cranberry juice.
Which is not a problem, though.
Don't be silly.
You should have been at The Met last night.
Great Don Giovanni.
Enjoy.
And that failure proved enough to send both the stock and bond markets into one of the most dramatic swoons seen since the decline of knighthood.
The bond traders, who's perspective lately has been so devastatingly short-term that they might as well have been working for a pollster or a politician, promptly decided that nobody would ever again want to hold a debit issue denominated in anything as awfuI as US dollars Maury! Maury! Hello, Mr.
Warburg.
Well, it looks like the Fed's gonna lay off the discount rate.
Maury, I pay a lot of money to have that door opened for me when I come home.
Sorry, Mr.
Warburg.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, Dad.
Hi.
I'm sorry, Dr.
Fleischman, I was just gonna play Chutes and Ladders with the kids, you know.
No, it's just we're having a buffet at 8:00, so feel free to get yourself something to eat, if you like.
No, thanks.
I'll just grab something from the kitchen.
Okay.
Joel.
Ah, Dr.
Miller.
Last week, a 50-year-old Caucasian male comes in the office complaining of diffuse aches and pains.
During the workup, I find he's running a low-grade fever.
I also notice a rash on his face.
He says it's shaving irritation.
What do you think? Okay, did you do any serology testing? Positive ANA.
Serum compliment level? Depressed.
All right, well, it sounds to me like lupus erythematosus.
In a 50-year-old man? Well Maybe.
And Audrey, if Dan calls weeping for me to bail him out, tell him I can go 15 cents on the dollar.
And that is carved in stone.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Ed, I haven't had a minute to say hello.
Really, Counselor? And I thought you were just avoiding me.
Avoiding you? Because maybe you hadn't finished the offering circular.
Oh, no.
First thing Monday, we'll be ready to launch the proxy fight.
Good.
Just make sure those SOBs don't pull a poison pill defense.
We've got five votes on the board.
The institutional shareholders are on our side.
You better hope so.
That's always been one of my favorite songs.
I remember the first time I heard you.
The Rainbow Room.
It must have been 1966.
You sang, Baby, It's Cold Outside with Annette Archer.
We thought you might marry her.
It was a close call.
That lovely lady almost waltzed me to the altar.
Don't you believe it.
It'll be a cold day in hell before this playboy gets married.
Gorgeous sunset.
Let's go take a look.
You two go.
I think I'll stay here.
Oh, come on with us, Holling.
Ruth-Anne.
Well, we all could use some air.
I'm a bit chilly.
Chilly? It's hot in here.
Ruth-Anne, if the man wants to stay, leave him alone.
All right.
Why did you snap at me? I only wanted him to see the sunset.
Don't you know about Holling? What? The man has crippling agoraphobia.
Holling? He gets out in an open space, he's overcome with anxiety.
Crouches down, covers his head, whimpers like a child.
Oh, the poor man.
Oh, my, it is beautiful.
Funny thing, my office, looks out on Battery Park, the Statue of Liberty, yet I never seem to take time to admire the view.
My mother loved to watch the sun set.
She'd take me by the hand, pull me out on the porch, as if it were some extraordinary theatrical event that we just couldn't miss.
Where did all those years go? The urge to merge is running into financiaI heartaches tonight.
On the heels of government demands for lower cable rates, it looks as if telecommunications titan, GBD, may be getting cold feet over it's proposed merger with media upstart Cimarron Cable.
Talks continue behind closed doors.
The flies on the wall must be fascinated.
Mr.
Chigliak, Maury's on the intercom.
He says he needs to speak with you.
Maury? Mmm-hmm.
Maury, the doorman.
Oh, for God's sake.
What? Hello, Mr.
Chigliak.
I'm sorry to bother you, sir.
What is it, Maury? There's a rumor that the merger may be on thin ice, sir.
So? You assured me that it was a sound investment, a sure thing.
Mr.
Chigliak, are you there? Get to the point, Maury.
Well, see I bought the Cimarron stock on margin.
If it takes a tumble, I could be wiped out.
I could lose everything.
What do you want me to do? Well, isn't there someone you could call? Maury, this is neither the time nor the place for this conversation.
Mr.
Chigliak Mr.
Chigliak? Dr.
Miller, the people of the 16th and 17th century had the church as their rock.
It was their guidance.
God was everything.
I mean, it would be so much easier if we were Joan of Arc.
She was called.
Saint Michael stood right in front of her and told her to drive the English out of France.
Hey, can I join you? After an experience like that, how can you have any doubts? You know who you are and what you're supposed to do.
Dr.
Miller, I've been thinking about that Joel.
I envy all those saints.
Really.
Even if they were burned at the stake or flayed alive, at least they were sure.
Excuse me, I think it was hanta fever.
Would you please stop that? Stop what, honey? What is so terrible with my talking about God? Okay, ready for seconds? Tell me, will you? There's nothing terrible.
I just think it might be a tad personal, that's all.
Personal? Yeah.
Great.
Why is it that in this society you can talk about the most intimate things? You can talk about your dysfunctional sex life.
You can talk about your abduction by aliens, your tummy tuck, your breast implants.
You can talk about anything.
Anything except your longing for God! Shelly You know, I never thought about it that way.
My eye is going.
Your eye? I'm getting a migraine, excuse me.
Look, Shelly I'll be fine, Joel.
Dr.
Miller, I'm I'll be fine, Joel.
Stay with the guests.
Shel? Holling? I brought you a glass of water.
Thank you, come in.
My agent has migraines, so I know how debilitating they can be.
I think I took the Cafergot in time.
Please.
Wow! That is a big deer.
It's not a deer, it's a moose.
Oh.
I saw it in this antique store in Peekskill.
I had to have it.
It has a kind of primal elegance.
Joel hates it.
I guess I kind of made a scene out there.
I wouldn't say that.
I feel so ungrateful.
Here I have this wonderful home, wonderful children, career, and still It feels empty.
I ask myself the same question.
A Grammy award, two Tonys, that duet with Ella on the last CD.
Everything I ever thought I wanted, and I feel just the way you do.
You? It's like I'm walking around with a blindfold on.
It's like, if someone would just rip it off, I could see.
I could make some sense of my life.
That's it.
That's the feeling, like a blindfold.
Let's get out of here, Holling.
Out? I can't breathe in here.
Let's go to the Park.
What? What about the party? Joel will be relieved.
I won't embarrass him.
Come on.
What's the matter? Nothing.
All right, let's go.
A lot of people seem to be really liking the ratatouille.
I think you ought to put a little more out.
I can't, sir.
It's all gone.
Gone? You said make only one dish.
You said a lot of people don't like eggplant.
This is a total disaster.
So, did she tell you yet? Who? Your boss.
Is she gonna make you a partner? Look, just, please, do me a favor and take care of the food.
Thank me.
Hey, where are the kids? I already put them to bed.
Bed? I had no idea it was that late.
Oh, well.
Let me give you a hand here.
No, Dr.
Fleischman, I've got this.
Oh, come on.
It's all right.
Oh, great, nunchucks.
I don't think he should be playing with these.
Dr.
Fleischman, really, I mean, I can get these.
You've got your party and all.
I think I can tear myself away for a few minutes.
You know, I always wanted to try this thing.
Really? Yeah.
You know what I wanted to be when I was a kid? No.
A doctor.
At the age of six I already wanted to be an endocrinologist.
I could name all six glands.
I knew the parathyroid metabolized calcium.
Fun kid, huh? Well, actually, Dr.
Fleischman, I think you were lucky.
Lucky? Yeah.
I mean, I've never known what I wanted to be.
And in college I changed my major six times.
Six times.
I ended up with an MA in Art History.
I know more about van Ruisdael than anybody should.
Art history, huh? That's interesting.
Interesting? Yeah.
I mean, it was interesting.
And nice.
I mean, all my life, I've always done everything nice.
Sometimes, I don't know, Dr.
Fleischman.
Sometimes I think that I just want to go out and get my hands dirty.
You know what I mean? Yeah.
Oh, listen to me.
I'm sorry.
Really, I'm very happy here.
I am.
Oh, come on, it's okay.
It's just It never occurred to me that you might not be terribly fulfilled here.
I like my job.
No, no, no, I like my job, Dr.
Fleischman, and I love the kids.
It's okay.
As a matter of fact, I think I'd better just go make sure they turn those lights off.
Good evening, Mrs.
Fleischman.
Hello, Maury.
Mrs.
Fleischman, did Mr.
Chigliak, by chance, have a message for me? Message? No.
Maury? Oh, yeah.
Have a nice evening.
Warm night.
Holling? I can't.
I can't go out there.
What do you mean? I'm afraid.
It's my agoraphobia.
I wanted to.
I wanted to go with you.
It's too much for me.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
It's not the sort of thing one advertises.
How do you work? How do you get to your club dates? The driver picks me up, I dash from my building into his car, I huddle there with my eyes clamped shut, my heart pounding, till he gets me to the gig.
Oh, Holling.
I'm a prisoner, Shelly.
Prisoner of nightclubs and penthouses.
I haven't touched a tree in 20 years.
It's time you did.
I'll be with you.
It'll be okay.
Please, come with me.
Ruth-Anne, what are you doing? This was in the wastebasket in Shelly's study.
She was just going to throw all this paper out.
Ruth-Anne.
My brother had a real feeling for aerodynamics.
He even found a way to fold in ailerons.
Dear, are you all right? Don't worry, Walt.
I'm not non compos mentis.
I'm thinking of retiring.
Retiring? Just the thought of it gives me a profound sense of freedom.
Not having to meet anybody's expectations.
It's like entering a state of grace.
Oh.
Nose-heavy.
You seem like the last person in the world to retire.
Well, to tell you the truth, Walt, I really don't fancy dropping dead while making rounds at Mount Sinai.
Look out! Careful! What's going on? There's an animal in here.
An animal? Maybe we could call Throw a blanket over it.
Yeah.
I wouldn't go near it.
It might be rabid.
Maybe I can shoo it out the door.
No.
Ed? Stand back, everyone.
Ed, I wouldn't.
Come here, little guy.
Come here.
No one's gonna hurt you.
Come here.
Hey, no one's gonna hurt you.
I never figured Chigliak for an animal lover.
This animal doesn't belong here.
He doesn't belong here.
He belongs in the wild.
It's incredible when you think about how big Central Park is.
Did you know that? No! I'm sorry.
If you want, we can go back.
No.
I want to do this.
Most people don't realize this, but there are a lot of things that grow wild in Central Park that are actually edible.
Really.
Chickweed, dandelions, wild carrots, lady's thumb.
Is that so? You can pick a great salad just behind Hayden Planetarium.
My mother used to make a wonderful salad out of beet greens and pecans with a honey Dijon dressing.
Want to know my secret fantasy, Holling? To quit my practice and open a restaurant.
A restaurant? I know.
My, that sounds terrific to me.
What a beautiful evening! Hey.
Maybe that's your message from the Almighty.
It's a page from my offering circular.
You know, I keep asking myself if You know, big if.
If I'm an artist, where's, you know, my voice? Sorry.
Call on floor six.
Oh.
Okay.
Hey, man.
Tomorrow's paper ought to be out by now.
Sorry? Yeah, yeah.
I could use a little air.
You know, it's funny, all the people at that party, you'd think I'd find someone I could talk to.
Hey, Shorty.
Wait, don't tell me.
It's Maury, the doorman.
Is this the early edition? Who's blind here, you or me? You ever read Roberta Smith, art critic? Blue chips.
Blue chip.
Kind of into the, you know, the abstract.
It's good.
I mean, it's not good or bad, it's just kind of I don't have time to listen to you, do you mind? Yeah.
Oh, Lord.
Maury? You know that big Cimarron merger? GBD has bailed on it.
What's that mean? It means I'm ruined, Shorty.
It means I've lost everything.
I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Dream a while, scheme a while You're sure to find happiness And I guess UntiI that lucky day You'll know darned well, my baby I can't give you anything but love Nice party, Dr.
Fleischman.
Thank you.
I can't give you anything but love All right.
Sorry I skipped out.
What? You're a mess.
What have you been doing? Joel, there you are.
I guess now is as good a time as any.
I've decided to make you a partner.
Oh, Dr.
Miller, that Congratulations.
Thank you.
Just one second.
I'm sorry.
Shel, Shel.
Did you not hear what she said? Congratulations, Joel.
I want a divorce.
What? You can have the Chippendale highboy.
I know you love the highboy.
Shel.
Bobo, this can't come as a surprise to you.
Yeah, it does.
It comes as a surprise.
It comes as a very big surprise.
Our marriage isn't working.
You know that, Joel.
Maybe this sounds trite, but we just weren't meant to be together.
Dr.
Fleischman, Mrs.
Fleischman, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's a guest out on the ledge.
On the terrace, he's very despondent.
I mean Chris, if you're having problems, we'd all be happy to discuss it inside.
So, just come down off that ledge.
Chris, we're shooting Kate Moss in Sedona next week.
Do you really wanna miss that? Chris, what about all your dreams? Didn't you once tell me you were going to walk the entire length of South America? All the way from Caracas to Tierra del Fuego.
No.
You're sure? It was at Tavern on the Green.
It must have been somebody else.
That's the problem, right there.
Nobody listens to you, right, Chris? You didn't climb out on that ledge to kill yourself.
You just want to be heard.
I just Hey, we all want to be heard, Chris.
Isn't that right? That's right, I just Look, Chris, I'm sure you're full of aesthetic insights and political commentary, cultural observations.
I just get stuck in my mouth.
I don't I don't blame you all for turning your back on me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on! Help me down.
Come on.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
I could have died.
Yeah.
No, I mean, I could have I could have really died.
Total silence forever and ever.
Wow.
All right, where's Chigliak? Where is that son of a bitch? Hey, hey, the guy's got a gun! There you are, you snake.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Maury.
You told me that Cimarron investment was a sure thing.
A no-brainer.
You guaranteed me a 40% return on my investment, minimum.
The SEC couldn't get you, but I damn sure can.
Put down that ferret.
I didn't come up here to kill an innocent animal.
Put it down.
No.
No? No.
Cripes.
Hey, Dr.
Fleischman.
Yeah, Maury.
Can I have a drink? Yeah, help yourself.
Anything you want.
Homo caecigenus est.
Man is born blind.
We're little moles, tunneling under the winter rye unaware of the sky above us.
We're ignorant, folks.
It don't matter how many PhDs we've got Perma-Plaqued on the wall.
We're blind and we're ignorant.
Chris? And there's one piece of information that we don't have.
The only piece that will pry open those baby blues, knowledge of self.
The answer to all our questions is right here.
Library of Congress.
Kabir, Sufi poet, he knew.
"Near your breastbone there's an open flower," he said.
"Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
" All around that flower.
I lost everything tonight.
My life savings, my job.
My self-esteem.
That's rough.
Yeah, but I feel somehow ennobled.
Like I've been through fire.
Been forged, tempered.
Maury, I'd like to compensate you for your loss.
Compensate me? Why? I'm not sure if I can tell you why.
This evening I reached down and I picked up this poor terrified animal and felt his heart beating, just racing in its chest.
Hold him for a second.
You lost $30,000, wasn't it? Yeah, 30,000.
Make it out to Maurice Minnifield, would you please? Sure, Maurice.
Hey, do you think I should do something? I mean, the guy's got a gun.
Should I call the police? I mean, it's illegal to have a gun in Manhattan, isn't it? Sir, the guests keep asking for more kiwi tarts.
Kiwi tarts? They're all gone.
You ordered mostly lemon.
Mostly lemon? God.
A man almost killed himself here tonight.
Do you understand there was almost a murder? That's all people care about are our kiwi tarts? Dr.
Fleischman.
What? I'm sorry, what a night.
I want to give notice.
Notice? I'm quitting.
What? I'm sorry, Dr.
Fleischman.
I mean, you've really been great to me.
It's just that, you know, I've gotta go do something else with my life.
Joel, Dr.
Miller is leaving.
You can have Dr.
Harris' old consultation room.
The decorators will be in Wednesday in case you want to change any furniture.
Uh-uh.
What? No.
No, what? I don't want the partnership.
Joel.
You're turning me down? Yes.
I don't want it.
I don't want this life.
This life? I'd rather practice medicine in some hick rural outback than stay here another minute.
That's the closet, Dr.
Fleischman.
The bathroom's down the hall.
A lot of people make that mistake.
Something wrong, Dr.
Fleischman? No, I don't think so.
I just I think I got a little disoriented in there.
Oh.
This is gonna take me a while.
Yeah, I'd better get back to the office.
Dr.
Fleischman? Yeah, I'll see you later, Ed.
Hey, Dr.
Fleischman!