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often make history."

Yes, you do know

the phrase is...

"Well-behaved women

seldom make history"?

Yeah. That's never

how she said it.

What were her others?

"Just blend in."

"Let somebody else win."

Classic.

I got that a lot in high school.

And there was, "Give up

on your dream, Susan."

She used to write that

in my lunchbox.

I mean, look, okay?

What's really so

different between us

and Karen Walker?

I think literally everything.

No, hang on, no,

because you were

just as good as her

at the Academy.

She's had more successful

missions than even Fine.

She's the worst.

Look at her.

She thinks she's so perfect, doesn't she?

"Hi, I'm Karen Walker,

super spy."

Perfect hair.

Perfect face.

She probably cries herself

to sleep every night.

I don't think she probably does.

She probably does.

And not, like,

sort of cute, little tears.

Like, really sort of

silent, kind of big.

I don't think that's what...

Like a sort of upside

down kidney bean.

"This is what I look like

when I'm asleep."

Shut up, be quiet.

She won't know who we are.

She's so full of herself.

Hi. Hey, Nancy.

Hi, Susan.

Hi!

Look at you two cuties

sitting here being all cute.

Aw!

You.

Can I have

an Old Fashioned, please?

The service is really slow.

Super slow.

Good luck getting that in the next hour.

Here you go, Miss Walker.

Thank you.

Wow.

Alan and I go way back.

I come here all the time.

So do we.

Right, Alan?

Hey, Alan. Alan!

Big A, Big A!

Whoo-hoo!

AI! We got a whole...

Miss Walker,

are these two bothering you?

No, thank you.

They're fine. Okay.

Alan!

He's the sweetest.

He totally pretends

not to know. It's a game.

He's funny.

Yeah.

Well, anyway,

I'm taking some time off,

so I'll see you guys

when I get back.

Where are you going?

Capri.

Capri.

Capri.

I believe it's "Cahpri."

That's how the locals say it, anyway.

I wish I could just

stick around here...

curl up with a good book.

But I have a yacht full of

friends waiting for me.

Wow.

Yachts are the worst.

They seem so glamorous, but...

- They're the worst.

- Boo, yachts.

Anyhoo, I'll see you guys

when I get back,

all freckled and tan.

We're gonna see you.

Bye.

Bye!

Sorry.

Susan is ill.

It's her stomach.

My God.

Thank you for that.

Why would you do that?

I panicked.

What a great moment.

Just look at her.

I know. That dress.

Look at that confidence.

You're not even allowed

to smoke in here.

I'm gonna go home.

No, come on.

Yes.

Susan.

Feel better.

Thank you. Yeah.

Fine, you good?

Okay, Coop.

Just pulling up.

Susan, you're killing it.

Good.

It's the chicory.

Yeah.

Any sign of her in the house?

Heat sensors

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