Obsessed

Stop.

This is coming down.

What? Why?

No, I love the idea of the mirror

on the ceiling, but that's just ugly.

But the thing is,

you look beautiful in it.

Now, see, if we're gonna take it down,

we gotta at least try it out...

...christen the new house.

And what do you suggest we use

for a bed?

We don't need a bed, because we got

this fine carpet right here.

So I guess we'll have fine carpet

tattoos all over our asses.

Wait, baby,

don't you have to go to work?

I don't want any 30-second nookie.

I told them I'd be late. Now what?

- What about the movers?

- The movers?

- Yeah.

- They're gonna be here in an hour.

Which is just enough time.

Derek. You are so bad.

Like that isn't why you married me?

What about Kyle?

He'II be all right.

That boy will sleep through anything.

Gage Bendix?

Excuse me?

I couldn't help but notice

we were both going to 22.

Gage Bendix, yeah. I work there.

I thought that you might.

You have an appointment with us?

Why, do I look like a client?

Actually, you do.

Well, well, I hate to shatter the illusion,

but I'm a temp.

You're a temp?

Girl's gotta pay the rent.

I would've never guessed a temp.

Let me help you out.

There you go.

Thanks. I owe you one.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Are you following me?

No, I'm taking these files

to Mr. Charles's office.

- Derek Charles?

- Yeah, I guess you probably know him.

Yeah, I know who he is

and he's an a**hole.

Takes himself way too seriously.

But don't tell him I said that, okay?

- I could get you in trouble?

- Oh, yeah. Big trouble.

My lips are sealed.

- Patrick.

- Good morning, Derek.

- Hey.

- How's the new house?

Chaos, man, chaos. I got out

just as the movers showed up.

Sharon must have loved that.

Yeah, if she calls mad,

you telI her I'm in a meeting.

Hey. Remember who used to sit

at this desk, huh?

She'll know I'm lying.

Can I help you?

That's Derek Charles?

Yes.

Better watch out, girl, he's married.

- The good ones are always married.

- Right. Or straight.

Did you talk to our German friend,

Herr Ganz?

Actually, I just got off the phone

with him.

- And?

- He doesn't like the way...

...the stock market's gyrating, thinks

the hedge-fund wave is about to crest.

- You think he's right?

- No, no. I don't think he's right.

He's wrong. You know Ganz.

He gets paranoid when

anything goes mainstream.

So he makes a lot of noise...

...but I managed to talk him

into a private-equity portfolio instead.

To the tune of 155 million.

I want you to throw Derek

your support on this.

I am just honored

to exist in Derek's world.

Whose legs are those?

- Never seen them before.

- I think she's a new temp.

I think you mean temptress.

Always nice to have a girl

around the office, isn't it?

Derek married the last eye candy

we had, took her off the market.

Yes, sir.

Miss us a little Sharon around here.

I don't think you do.

- Patrick, forward my calls.

- Will do.

- Okay. Good night, Marge.

- Bye, Derek.

D, you cutting out early? I grabbed us

a couple tickets to the Lakers tonight.

You're killing me. I'm moving.

- I gotta get home.

- So?

So do I look like a man

who wants to get a divorce?

Why don't I call her and say

we got a work emergency?

- No, thanks, I'll stay married.

- Coward.

Yeah.

Goodbye, Mr. Charles.

- You punked me.

- I'm sorry, but you set me up.

I'll get my revenge.

You might like to know...

- ... that everybody disagrees with you.

- About what?

About Derek Charles

being an a**hole.

They say he's the nicest guy

in the firm.

Yeah, well, I've got them fooled.

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