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above my pay grade.

Needless to say,

I am happy to report

that you're not entirely

void of talent.

Thank you, Mr. Fitch.

Really, Sloan,

is there no end to your

gratuitous pleasantries?

Oh, yeah. There is.

Installations begin

tomorrow night.

So it goes without saying

that the alarm will be on,

so exit through the alley

door.

The system will bypass

that specific exit

for two hours

and then re-arm.

We don't need another

Halloween fiasco.

That was a freak accident.

Okay.

South window.

Yes!

Um, thank you, Mr. Fitch,

and, um, which one

are we going to go for

in the north window?

Uh, north window.

Hey!

I accept.

Oh, this is

so unexpected.

Uh, I'd like to thank

my third grade art teacher.

Of course, I wouldn't be

sitting here today

if it weren't for this

chair...

I don't understand.

I thought you said

that only one of us was

was going to get to replace

miss jeffers.

Oh, and one of you will.

The one whose brings in

the most customers

between now and Christmas.

With all due respect,

Mr. Fitch,

I take this

very seriously.

I mean, I was up all night

with those sketches,

and he did his

in, like, what

10 minutes

on the curb?

Well, seven,

but who's counting?

Um...

His design was better.

In fact, had he not

smeared frosting

on his second napkin,

he might have had both

windows.

Oh.

There you go.

Thank you.

You look tired,

sweetheart.

Sleep is crucial

for women like us.

Like us?

You know,

the unmarried.

Look at me,

I get my nine hours,

no matter what.

Alarm could go off

in the building,

my head stays on the pillow.

That sounds dangerous.

Not as dangerous

as that lipstick

you're wearing.

Those red hues

totally wash you out.

You're a fall,

not a winter.

Knock 'em dead.

Uh-huh.

Thank you, Rita.

What, no tip

for all that advice?

Oh.

Have a nice day.

How could I not?

Look at all these

surroundings.

If you don't mind

me saying so, dearie,

that scarf doesn't do you

any justice.

Have you seen the display

on the third floor?

I'm just trying

to be helpful.

Whoa.

Hold the door!

Whoa, whoa! Ah...

M'lady.

Thank you, darling.

Where you headed?

Housewares.

Cooking demonstration

by any chance?

Best appetizers

in the house.

And on the house.

I just hope they have

that plum pudding today.

No, plum pudding

is Tuesdays.

Today is candied yams.

Wednesday and Friday are those

honey-baked ham things.

Sounds like you could use

a homecooked meal.

Yeah, it's a little

more expensive here

than I'm used to.

Mcguire's?

New York.

Ah, ain't that the truth.

Talk to you.

Thank you.

Hey.

Good night, Mac.

Good night, Rita.

Congrats on the window.

Oh, thank you.

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