Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselor

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A bunch of women with hair from India?

Look at me, Judith.

What you should see is people in this office

care about what they look like.

Unlike you.

We have over a billion dollars

walking in and out of these offices

looking for love.

We have a standard to uphold.

This is not our standard.

Okay, Ava,

I don't have to wear fancy dresses

or fancy shoes

to prove that I'm qualified to do my job.

Yes, you do.

- No, I don't. I have a degree.

- Yeah, you do.

- A degree?

- Yes.

A degree on the wall

without labels on your back is nothing.

Where are you from, new girl?

Belvedere.

Where the hell is that?

In the South.

The South. That explains it.

You grew up below the Mason-Dixon.

Okay, Ava, you really should take a Valium.

You really need an iron to that skirt.

What?

I did.

Say no more. That blouse. It's telling it all.

So does your dress.

What's wrong with my dress?

Can you even breathe, Ava?

You don't breathe in Herve.

Follow me, Mr. Madison,

Janice is waiting for you.

Oh, my God.

Who's that?

You're killing me.

You don't know who that is?

No.

The third largest social media

inventor since Zuckerberg?

Class-Meet? What planet are you from?

What is he doing here?

Please, don't tell me he's here

to get fixed up by The Madam.

She is no madam.

You need to bite your tongue.

She's a matchmaker

and she's very good at her job.

Yeah. So are pimps.

Come. Please.

Stay right there.

I know she was talking to me.

Whatever.

Here we go.

Yes?

Ava, this handsome young man

is looking to find a lot of answers

as to how we do things around here.

Take notes, please.

Are you looking for a date?

I'm sure this handsome face

has no problem getting dates.

Well,

I'm actually in between

relationships right now.

So you could use our services?

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