In Her Shoes
[ MUSIC ] [ Upbeat, Percussive ]
[ MUSIC ] [ Woman Singing: Rock ]
[ Grunts ]
Your 10-year high school reunion.
Oh, everybody wants to make a good impression,
and I was making mine on-
Ted? Tad? Whatever.
[ Crying Out ]
[ Panting ]
[ Retching ]
[ Woman ] I know, not exactly
Most Likely to Succeed...
but it's not like I had
a law degree to brag about...
or a Rittenhouse Square apartment,
or a fancyjob.
- Oh.
- [ Woman ] Or a job, period.
- Man.
- Is that it?
Yes, baby, that's-that's it.
[ Woman #2 ]
There are women- thinner women-
who have lace bras, silk thongs...
things designed to excite a man.
A thong would look ridiculous on me.
I wear cotton briefs.
My life is about working long hours...
planning trips I never take...
and settling for love found
on the pages of romance novels.
[ Mechanical Whirring, Chiming ]
never happen to me...
[ Whispering ]
Hold on.
[ Sighs ]
[ Man On Phone ]
Is this Rose Feller?
[ Whispering ]
Who is this?
My name's Todd.
I'm here with your sister.
[ Rose ] Things like this,
on the other hand, happen all the time.
[ Men Chattering ]
Those are my shoes.
You know, it is actually possible
to attend a reunion...
and not wind up passed out
on the bathroom floor.
[ Scoffs ]
It wants its hair scrunchie back.
- Oh.
- [ Laughing ]
How are the fashionable girls
wearing their hair these days...
when they pick up their drunk sisters
in the middle of the night?
Is that even a dress?
Just drive.
[ Groans ]
[ Panting, Grunts ]
- [ KeyJingles On The Ground ]
- Sh*t.
[ Groans ]
[ Gasps ]
d Duh-nuh, duhhh-nuh
duh-nuh, duh-nuh d
- d Duh-nuh dd Oh!
- You're drunk!
Shh. Don't let Sydelle know.
[ Laughing ]
Oops.
I was very clear.
You can only stay here
if there was none of your nonsense.
- Excuse me. I'm gonna go to bed.
- And throw up all over my white carpets?
Absolutely not.
Take your things and go.
Where is she supposed to go?
- I don't care. Take her home with you.
- No way.
- I don't care. Take her home with you.
- No way.
Gee, you two really know
how to make a girl feel special.
- I want to talk to Dad about this.
- Your father's asleep.
My Marcia and her husband are coming
for brunch tomorrow. He needs his rest.
I'm sure if he were given the choice of resting
up for your child or talking to his own...
he'd choose me.
Did you just raise your eyebrow?
I can't tell. It doesn't-
It doesn't move anymore.
"My Marcia's coming for brunch. "
[ Sighs ]
What... is... this?
Rose Feller!
- Is there a man in this house?
- Shh!
- A human man?
- [ Whispering ] Shh, Maggie!
[ Gasps ]
Oh.
- [ Giggling ]
- [ Whispering ] No, give me that!
- No! Ooh! [ Giggling ]
- Maggie! Maggie!
- Yummy. Yummy.
- Shh!
He's cute. Who is he?
- None of your business.
- [ Chuckles ]
Well, I, for one...
[ Laughs ]
am shocked...
and appalled.
Shh! Don't, Maggie. Shut up.
Life doesn't have
to be this hard, Mag.
If you just prepared a little, you know,
maybe went back to school?
Oh, right. [ Scoffs ]
'Cause that worked so well the first time.
I mean the literacy place.
[ Laughs ]
Retard "U. "
- If you just went back, finished up there-
- Right.
maybe it'll help you
figure out what you're good at.
[ Chuckles ]
I know what I'm good at.
- Besides that.
- Oh.
You have so much potential.
- You do realize I'm drunk, don't you?
- Mm-hmm.
Remember Honey Bun?
How long did we have him for?
- A day.
- Mmm.
That was a good day.
Yeah.
- Oh. Good morning, um-
- Mmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Is that English?
- [ Rose ] Oh, Jim.
This is my sister, Maggie.
Shejust dropped by last night to visit.
Right.
- [ Chuckling ] Good morning.
- Good morning!
- It's not a problem.
Hey.
[ Sighs ]
I could've sworn I had some 20s here.
Mm-hmm! Okay.
Hmm.
Sherbet.
[ Scoffs ]
Where does she get the time
to do this?
[ Sighing ]
Okay.
I love you.
All right, Rose. What do you got?
[ Gasps ]
Oh, sh*t!
There's a man in this picture?
Oh, shut up!
I had technical difficulties.
- [ Man ] Who's next?
- Trust me. Look, he's gorgeous.
- Thank you.
- And smart and totally... smoldering.
- Can you make that a full pound
of the hot sopresata?
- You got it.
Office romances can go very bad.
Well, they can also go very good.
You know, 30% of married women
- Where did you get that statistic?
- Made it up.
- Mm-hmm.
- [ Laughs ]
All extracurricular activity happens
off-campus- his place or yours.
No, his. Mine's a little crowded
these days. Maggie.
- No!
-Just till she finds a job.
You say that like that's something
Why do you let her do this to you?
Because... she's my sister.
[ Man ]
All right. What's your name?
Maggie May Feller. What's yours?
Some of you who had plans for the weekend
are, unfortunately, going to have to cancel.
The settlement discussions for the Donaldson
case have broken down completely...
so we'll need to start
gearing up for trial.
Simon, you should put together
a deposition schedule today.
And, Ellen, you should start drafting
I'll need to see that before we file it,
so you'll need to get it to me by Thursday, okay?
Let's get to it.
[ Man ] Listen, uh,
I'm supposed to go to Chicago...
to do some recruiting interviews
next weekend, but it's my kid's birthday.
- Can you go for me?
- Chicago?
- Yeah.
- It's cold there.
- Aw, come on. I promised I'd be the clown.
- I don't know.
If I could drag an associate along to help
with interviews so I don't fall behind.
Uh, Feller?
- Any interest? Chicago?
- Oh, gee, I don't know.
I mean, like you said,
it's... pretty cold there.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Buy some mittens.
Rose. Your sister.
Guess who's in New York waiting for
her callback to be the next MTVveejay?
Well, uh-
[ Chuckles ]
Out of curiosity, um, how much
did it cost you to get up there?
Who cares? I'll make it back.
and makes you a great big star.
Would it kill you to be supportive?
I mean, would that just send you
into "anaphallic" shock or something?
Anaphylactic, Maggie, not "anaphallic. "
- [ Sighs ]
- [ Man ] Maggie May Feller!
I have to go. That's me.
- [ Man ] You're next.
- Excuse me.
- [ Man ] Welcome back, Maggie May.
- Thank you. It's good to be back.
Now, you see the screen
with the words on it?
Just read what it says...
andjust... look into the camera...
and give it that- that personality.
Just let it shine through.
Okay, whenever you're ready.
"It's Friday afternoon on"- Oh.
- [ Exhales ]
- Okay. Let's try again.
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