Paycheck time!
♪ Friday, Friday ♪
♪ Gotta get down on Friday ♪
You're singing that wrong.
How? I made it up.
Do you need me to come in like last Saturday
and move the file cabinets?
No, that was only because you had made them into a fort.
It wasn't a fort.
It was the Chill Zone. Trademark: Kimmy.
So I'll just come in Sunday?
Get ahead of our Rice Krispie treat needs?
Um... I think we're still good.
So don't come in? Wow.
This'll be, like, my first weekend off in my whole adult life.
For a lot of years, I was in kind of a 24-7 deal.
Then, with Jacqueline,
- I was always on call. - Kimmy.
I'm gonna need coverage by Monday.
Also, find out what coverage is
and if Monday is a Jewish holiday.
I don't work for you, and you don't work here.
No, you're the best.
Have a great weekend, everybody!
It's Friday, bitches.
Who or what are we getting into tonight?
Oh, C.H.E.R.Y./L., you are bad!
And I don't have any plans.
Maybe I'll pick up a new release from Blockbuster!
Girl, get with the times.
Plug this into your TV's HDMI port,
connect to Wi-Fi,
get yourself a big old bag of wine,
and binge-watch till your tits fall off.
I don't know what any of that means, but I can't wait to find out.
I'm also bingeing this weekend. I started at lunch.
Does C.H.E.R.Y./L. have a drinking problem?
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ It's a miracle ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ But females are strong as hell ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
♪ It's a miracle ♪
♪ Unbreakable ♪
♪ They alive, damn it ♪
That's gonna be, uh...
you know, a fascinating transition.
♪ Damn it ♪
Future monster!
Go back to your time!
No, it's me!
It's Jacqueline.
Oh, hey. What are you doing here, stranger?
Well, I could ask the same of you.
Oh, I changed into my sneakers to go back home,
but a girl's gotta have her pumps for the wizeekend!
Sorry. Weekend.
I have a bee stuck in my throat.
Okay, well, I'm just here because I forgot my cell phone
and...
skateboard.
I'm living here, okay?
Are you happy?
Most of the time, but that sounds real sad.
I'm just not exactly...
...liquid right now.
But... are you sometimes? Do you have powers?
I'm saying that I don't have any money.
So I'm subletting my apartment
until I start getting some commissions from my clients,
Titus and Titus with a fake mustache on.
I didn't know you were having money problems.
I haven't bought new clothes in so long.
I've forgotten what it's like to make a salesgirl call her mother
and question moving to New York in the first place.
Well, at least come stay with me and Titus.
You can have my bed,
and I'll sleep on the blow-up gorilla that fell off the roof of that car dealership!
Okay.
Sleepover!
I'll grab your skateboard.
Titus,
it's Friday night, and we're having a sleepover.
Now that I have a real job, I'm gonna do weekends to the max.
Maybe I deserve a weekend too.
I have been slaving away-- racist--
on my Capist screenplay all week, as far as you know.
I hope.
Neither of us gets paid until you deliver a script.
Titus Andromedon does not deliver. He DiGiornos.
Nope!
You had all week to talk about work.
Now it's the weekend, and that means it's time for binge-watching.
"Huluh"? "Amayzon"?
"Huhbogo"?
Starz?
Here we go.
- Columbia House. - Oh.
American Dad! has been on for 68 seasons?
Ooh, Gals on the Town.
"Four ambitious young women juggle work, love, and friendship.
Written by a rich, mean gay man."
Yes, please!
♪ Love and friendship Having it all ♪
♪ Or maybe just a great pair of shoes ♪
♪ One of them has to be Asian ♪
♪ Can they be good at their jobs? ♪
Aw, shoot. I should've put batteries in that carbon monoxide detector.
Good Saturday morning, Lillian!
Saturday? No, I--
I'm on Tuesday.
I better either slow down or catch up.
Titus, time to get up.
You know I do not get up at "times."
Oh, come on.
If I learned anything from Gals on the Town,
it's that 40 is the new flirty
and weekends are for shopping, spas, and brunch.
My treat!
To quote the Gals on the Town series finale,
"Make it a mom-mosa,
'cause I'm drinking for two."
Oh.
Oh, hello.
- Mom? - Well,
not unless you're a 26-year-old light-skinned Jamaican kid.
- Buckley? - Mom,
I have to come home tomorrow.
They found a peanut on campus. Now the whole place has to be demolished.
Oh!
Okay. And you wanna stay with me? At my apartment?
- Is that okay? - Of course.
I'll make your bed.
Why do people say that? "Make your bed."
I'm not a carpenter like Jesus.
I am not Jesus, Buckley.
I wish I had his abs. Okay. Tomorrow!
Love you--
What am I gonna do? I'm subletting my apartment.
I don't have anywhere for my son to live.
What's wrong with this place?
He's had all his shots, right?
He's had none of his shots.
Long story short,
I was trying to impress Jenny McCarthy,
and unfortunately, it worked.
Ugh.
I want him to stay with me.
It would break my heart if he'd rather stay with his father...
and his new stepmother,
who's just a younger version of me. Literally.
They got my DNA from a hairbrush and made a clone.
Whose memories are these?
I've gotta get that guy out of my place... but I can't give him his money back.
Oh, listen, I have been a landlord for a very long time.
- Here's what you do. - Mm.
Why are you making that sound?
I just wanted to see what your hair smelled like.
Mmm.
I'm so glad I talked you into buying me this aspirational hat!
This is gonna be it once I lose my head weight.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Whoa!
Look at all these cool fingernail options.
Polka dot? Glitter zigzag?
Tiny tuxedos?
For what? Finger prom?
That tickles!
Stop.
Too tickly!
I'm gonna lose my mind!
- Stop! - Now, my left foot,
like her namesake, Mr. Day-Lewis,
is a bit eccentric
but demands the star treatment.
♪ Jesus ♪
♪ Is in his heaven ♪
♪ And he wishes this was his foot! ♪
- Ooh... - No!
This is unacceptable.
I said push the cuticle. Don't cut, right? Push.
Do you have any idea who I am?
I am a verified Yelp complainer.
Do the ladies who work here have kind of a bunker vibe?
I don't know, because I wasn't in the bunker.
Oh, boy. This is starting to bum me out.
Look, you got money now.
You gotta get used to people doing things for you.
If it weren't for you, these ladies wouldn't have a job.
Like, without me,
the bodega wouldn't have to hire a guy to stand by the salad bar
with an electric flyswatter.
We're job creators.
Okay.
But I'm not gonna be like her.
I'm gonna treat these women like they're human beings.
Learn names, talk to them,
maybe even pick up a little Korean while I'm at it.
Because all lives matter, Titus.
I'll allow it. Context.
All right, nail ladies, prepare to be appreciated.
Here's the sublease agreement I got from the rental agency.
My lessee is named Broderick Knob.
Credit score in the triple digits?
- La-di-da. - "Miami real estate mogul"?
I knew he'd have money,
but he's a bazillionaire.
Sorry. Now I've got a bee in my throat.
Oh, you don't wanna fall asleep with your mouth open in that house.
He got married in 1984,
before he got rich, so there's no prenup.
Oh, I see.
What you do on the flat part makes pictures happen on the shiny thing!
But marriage hasn't stopped him from messing around.
Here he is in Davos. You see the tan line on his ring finger?
He's a cheater.
So, what, you're gonna sleep with this guy or something?
No! But...
that doesn't mean I can't still use some of my old tricks.
They're not all sex moves.
Sometimes a girl gets tired of Bill O'Reilly smearing falafel on her
and just needs him to go home to his wife for a few days.
Well, so where do I come in?
That's where you come in.
I play the part of a beautiful blonde stranger.
You play the fire alarm puller.
My motivation'll be wanting to!
When Broderick comes out to check the alarm...
I run into him and flirt.
Something like...
"Looks like someone's all alone in the city,
much like Babe the pig
with his suitcase and his little pink body."
I'm a little rusty, Lillian!
Down in the lobby,
I'll offer to text myself from his phone so we have each other's numbers,
but instead...
I text his wife.
His wife will call to find out what's going on.
Of course, I'll play it off like a mistake.
"Did I text the wrong number?
I'm such a dumb blonde,
like Dennis the Menace."
Now, that's sexy.
He'll have no choice but to tell her...
"Of course I'm coming home to see you!
That text wasn't accidentally sent by a...
smoking-hot millennial."
She'll say, "All right.
Well, I'll see you at home."
Broderick flies home,
and the apartment is all mine.
Buckley,
come to Mommy.
- She's a clone. - No, Buckley,
she's the clone.
Come to Mommy, Buckley.
This is a good plan.
So, Kelly, my name is Kimmy,
and if there's anything I can do
to make your time nailing me more enjoyable,
just let me know.
Okay. You pick a color.
Well, I want to support you economically, Kelly.
So I will get the...
"full set" of "double-length"
"acrylic glitter fill-ins"
with "added diamonds per"
on all eight fingers
and both Thumb Warriors.
Debbie, get in there.
So this is the Sunken Place.
This is nice.
You want booger nail?
What's that, Mommy?
You want booger nail?
Booger nail very popular for men.
Are you trying to upsell me, Debbie?
Well, let's job create.
Booger on, reggae woman.
Oh, is that the fire alarm?
I wonder if it has anything to do with the fire you ignited in my butt.
When did I become so bad at this?
You're not my weed guy.
You're not Broderick Knob.
Broderick Knob is my grandfather.
My father's name is Broderick Knob, Jr.,
and I'm Broderick Knob Enh-Enh-Enh.
You mean "the third"?
I don't know what day it is.
In binary terms,
this guy's input was more of a zero than a one.
You are so bad.
I never know what we're talking about.
Are you all set to order?
Yes.
Since brunch is a combination of breakfast and lunch,
I will have half a pizza bagel
and half a pizza bagel.
Hmm, I've never had an omelet before,
so I guess to play it safe, I'll have an omelet
with hard-boiled egg and chicken in it?
We are so very cosmopolitan.
Ugh! This juice needs more sugar.
Mm.
Ah!
Stupid long, beautiful nails.
- How do birds do it? - Speaking of
getting used to new things,
I'm trying back-port stuff with my boyfriend.
So I guess this brunch isn't totally bottomless.
You are a freak, and I love it!
- Tell me what it means. - I will not.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
I just wanted to drop by and see how you're enjoying your stay.
- Is it just you here, Broderick? - Yeah.
But people call me Tripp
'cause my babysitters keep falling off boats.
- Oh. - One!
I can't talk right now, Lillian.
Am I pulling this thing or what?
That's what she said!
Fun fact: I'm the "she" that that's based on.
It's not Broderick.
It's his dumb son.
So what?
The plan's off?
I really wanted to pull that alarm...
and then accidentally kick some fancy dogs during the chaos.
That plan is off, but I can't give up.
Buckley's blimp got a good tailwind. He'll be here tomorrow night.
Ah!
What a cute little doggy!
So what brings you to New York, Tripp?
Ugh, I had to leave Miami after what I did to that manatee.
I thought it was a mermaid.
Whatever.
My dad says that I should spread my wings,
and you know what that song says about New York.
"If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere"?
No...
I'm talking about the song that I wrote.
♪ Look out, pee holes Gotta spread my wings ♪
♪ New York ♪
- That's all I got so far. - Wow.
You're a creative soul.
So tell me about your acting.
Huh?
Hang on.
With your looks and charisma?
Are you telling me you've never been on camera?
Oh, when I was really fat in college,
I was accidentally in a Girls Gone Wild video, but...
Look, Tripp, I'm an agent.
I represent, among others,
Titus Andromedon and Johnny Mustache.
I know talent when I see it.
Acting, huh?
Acting, yeah, that's like...
"Take that, Hitler!" Pew, pew, pew!
"Oh, look out! That Hitler's got a gun, too!"
Pew, pew, pew!
Amazing!
Would you be willing to fly yourself to LA for the right opportunity?
Are you kidding me?
Their Madame Tussauds is so much better than New York's!
I better pay someone to pack.
What should we binge-watch?
I don't care. Push the button, girl.
Dang! These elegant nails are driving me crazy.
How does Freddy Krueger do it?
Can you work the remote?
Why go through all that trouble when HouseFlix will just choose stuff for you?
Because it picks weird stuff.
It's always a true-crime show
or a movie where a woman murders her boyfriend
after falling for a college professor with a dark secret.
Okay.
You know how Al Gore invented the Internet?
Well, he also invented a rhythm for it.
It's a powerful rhythm.
It's called... the Al-Gore-Rhythm.
It learns about you and picks things it knows you like.
But I like fun stuff:
dogs playing sports,
old ladies rapping,
Klumps.
I don't want to watch To Have and to Murder...
even if it does have Annie Potts.
And why is Treat Williams looking at her like that?
You stay away from Annie Potts, Treat Williams!
Aww. Poor Tatum Browncat.
You know they never found her feet.
Spoiler, Lillian!
Oh, yeah.
That ain't gonna work unless you got a Croatian maritime adapter.
Thank God I'm almost out of here.
I just gotta get Tripp an acting job in LA.
What? How?
You haven't found Titus a job,
and he's got the angelic voice of a castrated Italian boy.
But Tripp is a rich white kid, and that's all Hollywood really wants.
Look at the Mara sisters, Dakota Johnson,
Armie Hammer, Kate Hudson,
Nick Kroll and John Mulaney,
- the cast of Girls. - Okay, okay, I get it!
But how you gonna find him a job by tomorrow?
Access.
I may not have money,
but I can still get in anywhere.
Ow! Diva, why?
Sorry.
It's a scary movie.
- Look out, Jeanne Tripplehorn! - Ow!
Those nails got to go!
They're stuck!
Ah!
Hello.
Is your nail artisan Kelly available by any chance?
She is available.
I'll go get her.
Kelly.
Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I wanted the Kelly who did my nails yesterday.
Okay. I'm Kelly today.
N-no, that's not...
Oh, there she is.
Hey there...
Vanessa?
But you're Kelly.
You've been Kelly as long as I've known you.
I'm not Kelly or Vanessa,
just like that isn't Amy and that isn't Pam
and that definitely isn't Lashonda.
No one cares what our names are,
so Mr. Park just has us grab name tags out of a bowl.
What do you mean, no one cares?
I care.
You're people. You have names.
You should be able to use them.
I'm gonna say something.
No! Please, don't.
It'll just make him meaner to us, and he'll take more of our tips.
You shouldn't put up with that.
You're talented.
You should quit and start your own nail-itorium.
Oh, that's a great idea!
I'll be sure to do that as soon as I pay back
the $10,000 I owe Mr. Park
for my flight here in the trunk of a Kia Sorento
that was inside an unpressurized cargo plane.
Look, I know you're trying to be nice,
but you just don't understand.
Like parents? No.
I know how it feels to be treated like you don't matter.
You know weekends and booger nails.
Please don't get involved.
Is there a problem here, Vanessa?
No.
I guess everything's fine.
- Oh! - Sorry...
Linda.
Now that he's conquered the music world and his fear of birds,
Tripp is getting into acting.
Isn't that right, Tripp?
There's a naked lady in that painting!
Wait. Is that...
Motherfu--
I'm sorry, did you just say that Tripp Knob is getting into acting?
Yes, I did.
Jacqueline White, White Talent.
You know, Tripp is available and looking to move to LA.
Mm.
He will do nudity but only if he can keep his shirt on.
I just love it when rich kids get into the biz.
It makes it so much easier to find financing,
and they're so confident and tall, which is all acting really is.
Sophie Van Nuys.
I've seen you on the cover of Variety.
I was working at a Jamba Juice two weeks ago,
then all the men in Hollywood got caught with their wee-wees out,
and now I run a whole studio.
I'd love to put Tripp in something.
But it's Sunday.
Can he wait till tomorrow to be in a movie?
He'll rocket-blimp out tonight.
Tell him to aim for LA, Blimp Net Seven.
Hey, look what I'm doing at the painting, Jacqueline.
Won't you excuse me?
Can you believe Kelly-Vanessa?
Thinking I'm just another fancy white jerk.
I know what it's like to be treated like dirt.
I spent 15 years underground.
That's where dirt lives.
Girl, you need to stop, drop, and roll.
By which I mean stop talking, drop the subject,
and go get me a cinnamon roll.
You don't know what those women's lives are like.
You can't because of white privilege.
Are you kidding?
You think I've had it easier because I'm white?
I shared a plastic toilet pumpkin and a plastic shower pumpkin
with three other ladies.
And yes, sometimes they got mixed up.
People can't see that.
Why do you think HouseFlix keeps suggesting you watch those shows
about women murdering their cheating husbands?
Because of bunker stuff?
No. Because it's white lady porn.
Their lives are safe and predictable, so once in a while,
they need to see Tim Daly push a woman down a staircase.
Don't believe me?
Watch.
OMG.
That is so Y-O-U.
You should see how it looks in the light.
Take it for a spin around the neighborhood.
Now I'm just going to think about putting that coat on.
Can I help you, sir?
Bathrooms are for customers only.
So it doesn't matter what I've been through.
This is how the world sees me.
If someone didn't know me,
they'd think I was another one of those spoiled white ladies
who says things like--
This is unacceptable!
I will be writing a Yelp review about this experience, Sondra.
Oh, God.
I'm shopping at the same store as Titus and Kimmy.
Sondra, do you sell guns?
Why are you shopping at all?
Because I deserve a treat.
I'm a working mom trying to have it all.
I've come a long way, baby.
No. You said you were broke.
Oh, that was before I got Tripp cast in a movie.
Who the fip is Tripp?
Just some rich white idiot with zero acting experience.
So you used your white privilege to help someone.
Mostly myself.
That's why I became white in the first place.
Enjoy the coat. Bring it back whenever.
Am I to wait all day?
Where is the manager of this establishment?
I'm extremely white over here.
I am the manager.
Finally.
I'm supposed to go to the seashore this weekend,
but now, thanks to your butchers,
I'll be the laughingstock of the in-ground pool!
Oh, is that not what you wanted?
Only a child or an adult who lived underground for 15 years
would think these awesome nails are awesome.
I'm sorry, nails. I love you.
Do you remember who worked on you?
And that's another thing.
I don't even know whom to yell at.
They change names every day, like so many Puffs Daddy.
I want real names so I can yell at the real person.
I've half a mind to mention this to Mayor Del Blancio
this weekend at the horse party.
No! Please don't do that.
Using real names is a good idea.
I'll take care of this.
Thank you... Ji Yeon.
We did it!
I know being able to use your real names isn't a big whoop.
It's just a small whoop.
- But it's a whoop in the right direction. - Sure.
The important thing is, you feel good about it.
I know it's not a tragedy contest, Ji Yeon,
but if it were...
I would fudging win.
I can't believe the weekend's over.
Ugh. Mondays.
But now I finally get Garfield!
Jon has no one.
Coming soon to HouseFlix, La La Land 2,
starring Tripp Knob as Titus.
I'm Titus!
Oh, come on!
Party Monster. It says it's a documentary.
Documentaries are like the books of movies, Kimmy.
Well, I trust the Al-Gore-Rhythm.
Electronica isn't just music for me.
That beat is like my heart sound.
And I became a DJ because of one man...
DJ Slizzard.
Hey, that's your friend.
And this is his story.
Oh, we are watching this.
- Good night, everybody! - Good night!