The Sweeter Side of Life

Mmm!

Woke up on a summer day

The birds above

come out to play

They're chirping

outside my window

La da da da

The sun is shining

in the sky

I think I know

the reason why

And it's okay

It's so fine

Everything will

be just fine

It's time to shine

It's a beautiful day

It's a beautiful day

Won't let anything

in the way

No more rain

No more clouds

No more doubt

It's a beautiful day

It's a beautiful day

Won't let anything

in the way

No more rain

No more clouds

No more pain

No more frowns

It's a beautiful day

Andrei, door.

Sure, sure.

Hmm... Mrs. Crosby.

Eating again?

- Hello, Coco.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Mrs. Harper.

- Hi, Andrei.

Your husband was

out of here early.

- Hmm. Such is the life of a surgeon.

- Yes, indeed.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

It's a beautiful day

It's a beautiful day

Won't let anything

in the way

No more rain

No more clouds

No more doubt

It's a beautiful day

It's a beautiful day

Won't let anything

in the way

It's a beautiful day

Oh, my.

What's the weight limit

for Spandex?

120, tops.

- Come on, Desiree!

- Whoo! Whoops!

You call that a punch?

You're hitting

like a girlie girl.

Come on, Desiree!

Come on!

Neutralize your opponent!

Oh!

Oh. Sorry.

I love it.

Lunch at one?

Absolutely!

Cheers.

So, Lana,

tell us about Rudolpho.

Mm. It's Renaldo.

And I just found out he has a wife

and three kids back in Argentina.

Who cares as long as his family

stays over there, right?

I'd care.

Oh, my gosh, it's Dr. Fisher,

best surgeon in town.

Ah!

Dr. Fisher! Hi!

Cheers.

Bye-bye.

Oh, Mrs. Harper!

- Let me get your bag.

- Thank you, Andrei.

Oh, they're heavy.

How are you?

Ah, you should see the summer

collection at Coccinelle.

Really. I can't wait.

Mm, blinis and caviar for me.

Hummus and carrots for him.

Dr. Harper's office.

- Hi, Linda.

- Hi, Desiree.

So is my husband

on his way home?

Uh, didn't he text you?

No, no, no,

I didn't get his text.

He had a last-minute

surgery.

He has a last-minute surgery?

- It was a bunion flare-up.

- Tonight?

Yes, tonight. Would you

like me to leave a message?

Oh. Uh, no, no, um...

no message.

All right.

Thanks.

Happy Anniversary, Wade.

You all right?

Do I look all right?

You know, Desiree,

you shouldn't consume so much dairy.

Oh, really, Doctor?

Who spiked your prune juice?

Well, let me see.

Maybe it's the Cristal

that I had,

by myself, on our anniversary.

Our anniversary?

How could you forget?

Desiree...

I'm leaving you.

What?

I'm in love

with my acupuncturist.

You've been getting

acupuncture?

- Yes.

- But...

you hate pain.

It isn't really painful.

It's quite relaxing, actually.

She's very gentle.

I don't care if she puts you

into a tantric coma!

I meant to tell you sooner.

- Sooner? - We've been seeing

each other for eight months.

Well, that's very sneaky of you.

What's her name?

Olive.

Olive. Like...

the cocktail condiment?

How old is she?

I can see that you're not

taking this very well.

How old is she, Wade?

Twenty.

Just stop before things

get any worse!

"Worse?" How could

things get any worse?

Wade wants a divorce,

and you don't get a dime.

How is that possible?

It's possible because you,

against my vehement protests,

signed a pre-nup,

which is the nastiest,

most malignant piece of one-sided schlock

ever been drafted

on the island of Manhattan.

Thank you, Eddie.

That makes me feel so much better.

Anything else?

Well, yeah.

He's also filed

a restraining order against you.

- What?

- Apparently,

you turned into

some kind of crazed ninja

and tried to strangle him

over his Grape Nuts.

It was All Bran.

Who cares?

It's a nutty thing to do.

And I didn't strangle him.

Much.

I don't even know you

anymore, Desiree.

Whatever happened to that

sweet little Jersey girl

that I kissed in the boys' bathroom

back at Flemville Elementary?

Oh, for goodness sakes, Eddie!

We were twelve! You're supposed

to be my lawyer. Do something!

I'm trying. Okay?

I'm in the process of negotiating

the retrieval of your personal

belongings from your former dwelling

in the presence

of a law enforcement officer.

"Former dwelling?"

Yeah. You gotta surrender

your keys to the penthouse.

What?

And the ring.

No!

Let go.

How am I supposed

to sustain myself?

Have you forgotten that your parents

practically hocked the family business

to send you to Columbia?

Maybe it's time

to dust off that MBA of yours.

Perfect. I can just hear

the interview now.

"Oh, what kind of work

experience have you acquired

over the last 15 years

Mrs. Harper?"

"Well, none, but I am quite

an accomplished shopper. "

You have a place to stay?

Crash on my couch.

Thanks,

but my girlfriends

will be fighting over me.

- Morgan.

- What's going on?

- You heard?

- Unbelievable.

Oh, yes! Listen...

We were just leaving

for the country house.

You're going to the

Hamptons? That's perfect!

I can watch your penthouse

while you're gone.

The building doesn't allow

strangers in the apartment.

But surely your husband

would trust me.

How's Wade's throat?

Oh. Uh, Wade's throat is fine.

So he's not pressing charges?

No, he's not pressing charges.

- Hi, Lana. You got my message?

- Uh-huh.

- So I can stay with you?

- No, honey, I'm with Fabio.

- Who's Fabio?

- You know, the one from Spain.

Oh. Well, that's no problem.

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