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Right. So I guess you're

really gonna miss him.

Yeah, I guess.

- You liked him a lot, didn't you?

- Sure.

- You're lying.

- No, I like him okay.

You're just saying that because

I'm his sister. Tell me the truth.

He's a putz. Sorry.

You slept with him.

Sure, and here I am

on the cover of Dream.

I'm the Dream girl

for November.

- Connie, get changed.

- Yeah.

Nice meeting ya.

You know, you're gorgeous. You oughta

be a Dream girl for December.

- See ya.

- Bye.

If there are some of you who may not

have read my memo yesterday...

F&B has added

two new additions...

to its growing family.

Miss Amanda Brooks...

whose pretty feet...

will be filling her brother's

prematurely-departed shoes.

And Mr. Dan Jones,

recruited from our West Coast office.

All right.

Let's do some brainstorming.

Who wants to get the ball rolling?

The Mama Weiss commercial

has been very successful.

You know,

that was your brother's account.

I have an idea that

might be just as good--

maybe even better--

for Haycrest Foods.

Home movies. Probably Dad...

photographing the family

doing family things.

Kids washing the car

on Sunday morning...

squirting each other

with the hose.

Mom caught in her curlers

picking up the morning papers.

Family dog taking a little nap.

Mom serving up some pancakes

to the kids for breakfast.

Kids fighting over the bottle

of Haycrest maple syrup...

which falls, bounces

but does not break.

Amateur-style home movies,

professional message.

Excuse me. I'm sorry

to interrupt...

but did you discuss this idea

with Steve?

No. Why?

Well, I'm a little embarrassed

to bring this up...

but I was taking some home movies

the other day...

and I came up with almost exactly

the same concept.

Really?

I called Steve immediately

and told him about it.

I don't know what to say.

I feel very foolish.

Oh, you shouldn't. Always remember

that in this company...

it's not authorship that counts,

it's teamwork.

Mr. Edmonds can see you now.

This way.

I was just thinking.

Since we're both new here...

how about joining forces?

- Have dinner, talk it over.

- Great idea.

- Get to know each other.

- Yeah.

Let me save you

some time and trouble, Dan.

I know all about you.

Your reputation has preceded you.

Don't tell me you're one of those women

who believes everything she hears?

Even if your reputation

hadn't preceded you...

I'd still know all about you.

Is that suede?

You're a pretty smart,

good-looking...

sexual deviate...

who has to score in order to prove

he's not inadequate.

Sounds like you've

made this speech before.

Don't get me wrong. Some of

my best friends are deviates.

But save yourself an expensive meal,

whatever's left of your ego...

because there is no way in hell...

you are ever gonna

get me into the sack.

And switch aftershaves.

You smell like a salad.

I think I'll call you Amanda.

Since you know

about the apartment...

why don't you let me

give you a personal tour?

It's stocked with champagne,

and it has a great view of the park.

No, thanks.

I'm allergic to grapes...

and corporate executives who take credit

for other people's ideas.

- You're not suggesting--

- I'm not suggesting anything.

You and I both know

you never called Steve.

Even if you're right,

and you aren't...

don't you think that's dangerous talk

for a corporate employee?

- I think I can afford it.

- Really? What makes you think so?

I have a 2:
00 appointment

with Sheila Faxton.

Still interested

in the Faxton account, Arnold?

- Yes.

- I thought so.

- You got a problem, pal?

- Yeah.

If you don't kiss me,

I'm gonna be sick.

Then I think

we both got a problem...

because if I do kiss you,

I'm gonna be sick.

Have a nice day.

- Miss Brooks is here to see you.

- All right. Send her in.

Go on in.

Thank you for taking the time

to see me, Miss Faxton.

You're welcome.

If Margo wasn't

a majority stockholder in Faxton...

you wouldn't have made it

past the front door.

Now that you're here,

what can I do foryou?

You've got five minutes.

Okay, I'll get

right to the point.

I work for Freidkin & Booth,

and...

we'd like to represent

Faxton Cosmetics.

Horton & Benson represent Faxton.

Why should I change?

Because we're new-fashioned.

Our people are younger and brighter.

And I go with the deal.

Exactly what does that mean,

Miss Brooks?

If you wanna find out, it's gonna take

a lot longer than five minutes.

Okay.

I'm having a party this evening,

a few special friends.

Kelly will give you the address.

Good. Oh, what time?

Sharp.

Great.

Oh, what'll I wear?

Great.

Oh, what'll I wear?

Whateveryou like.

I'll be there.

With bells on.

This is Kid Kelly.

Here's "Are You Listening, Luck y"

by Joe Ely.

Do you believe this body?

I'll never get used to this.

Be careful of Sheila.

She can be dangerous.

Do I detect a note of authentic concern

over my future welfare?

No, but these days my welfare

seems to depend on yours.

Kathleen Seymour lived with Sheila

for ten years.

She developed this fragrance for Faxton

and she always wore it.

Yeah? What happened to her?

She eloped with a French architect.

Sheila never got over it.

You think it prudent

to remind her?

Knowing Sheila, I think

it ought to just do the trick.

Give it a whirl.

- Nice touch.

- Thanks.

- What the hell is this?

- It's a body suit.

You've taken a million of them

off women.

I used to hate these things.

Sh*t.

Snap crotch.

Step into it.

- "Step into it."

- No, no. That's very fragile.

- Snap--

- "Snap crotch. Step into it."

- How're you doin'?

- Good, thanks. How are you?

Oh, boy.

- Hi. How you doing? Nice party.

- Wow.

- Hello.

- Hello, Sheila.

- What's that you're wearing?

- I don't know.

A little something I pulled

out of the closet.

- Not really sure who designed it.

- I mean the perfume.

Oh, well, that's yours.

- You make it. It's called--

- Yeah.

I know what it's called.

Come on. I'll introduce you

to some friends.

Great.

- So, you don't like the perfume?

- I love it.

It just makes me

a little sad sometimes.

And a little angry.

When we get to know each other

a little better...

I'll tell you all about it.

Great.

- Willy, Amanda.

- How're you doing, Will?

Oh, bo y, you were right, Margo.

That Sheila can be dangerous.

Afterthe party, we went

up to her bedroom.

We killed a magnum of champagne

in nothing flat.

We did about ten minutes on the merits

ofgood advertising and safe sex.

Then we started

to undress each other.

- I'll do it.

- Thanks.

You know, I'll just put these

in my purse, okay? Excuse me.

You know, I was seriously looking

forward to what I fantasized...

was gonna be a truly unique

sexual experience for me.

But it wasn 't

turning out that wa y.

Something was definitely

out of sync.

So I said to m yself,

"Steve, baby, come on.

You may be a gorgeous female

on the outside...

but inside,

you're still 1 00% male.

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