These divorce lawyers have a good business, don't they?
Yeah, in the same way locusts have a good business.
Mmm, smells good.
So does the coffee.
Charlie, stop sniffing the paralegals.
Look, I am paying my attorney by the hour
so just speak when spoken to,
and, uh, otherwise, you know, just... shut up.
Hey, if you'd listened to me in the first place,
you wouldn't be in this mess.
I'm the one who told you not to marry her.
You're also the one who told me
that if I jumped off the garage roof
with a bath towel tied around my neck
I could fly to school.
The one time you listen to me.
Let me tell you another thing.
If I hadn't married Judith, there'd be no Jake.
I didn't say you couldn't knock her up.
Okay, let's get started.
Wow.
No. No wowing.
No sniffing, no wowing.
Laura Lang.
Charlie Harper.
Hey, didn't you used to date Superman?
That's Lana Lang.
She was Superboy's girlfriend,
and guys have been using that tired old line on me
since fifth grade.
Did it ever work?
Let's just get down to business, okay?
Okay.
Didn't the Titanic bang into her?
Okay, Mr. Harper,
the reason I wanted to see you
is that your brother is involved
in a divorce action
where the custody of his son might become an issue.
Really? Why?
Well, because Jake stays with his father part-time.
His father lives with you,
and in the words of his mother,
you are... hang on-- I want to get this right--
oh, here it is...
"a sleazeball."
Yeah. So?
So she might try to take Jake out of your home.
Why? It's a beautiful home.
You really should come see it some evening.
It's in Malibu.
Right on the beach.
My point is, if Mrs. Harper decides
to make an issue out of your lifestyle,
we need to be prepared.
What's wrong with my lifestyle?
Oh, no. We are not going
down that road at $300 an hour.
Relax, Alan. I'm going to need to know
every possible thing they can use against us--
every skeleton in your closet.
Oh, boy.
So, what, you want to know about my sex life?
Your sex life, your drinking, your gambling, partying.
On the beach.
Mr. Harper.
I'm sorry.
Isn't that kind of an invasion of my privacy?
It is, and I apologize for that.
But I handle a lot of divorces,
and believe me, they can get nasty.
Look, I've got to be in court,
so why don't you give this some thought,
and when you gather the information we need,
give me a call.
Okay. Starting from now and working backward,
I've slept with... my brother's attorney...
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So Laura, let me ask you something.
The other day in your office,
you didn't seem to like me much.
I'm just wondering
what caused you to drive over here,
you know, mostly naked?
Charlie, I don't have to like you to want you.
Right on.
For the record,
I don't like you much either.
Right on.
Another question.
Seeing as how you're my brother's lawyer and all,
is what we're doing here-- what's the word-- unethical?
Oh, God, yes.
Right on.
Listen, Charlie, I totally get who you are.
You date lots of women. You're a player.
That's fine. I don't care.
Oh, you are very special.
I just have one little request.
You can pretty much have anything you want right now.
If your brother found out about us,
he could sue me for malpractice.
I'm taking a big risk here.
Man, this just keeps getting hotter.
But I need you to do something for me.
When I call you, when I want you,
you've got to be there.
Okay, let's practice.
( makes ringing sound )
Hello?
Oh, hey, Laura, what's up?
Now.
Right on.
Hello? Charlie?
Sorry, but I'm gonna have to speed this up.
Charlie, relax.
Just go downstairs and distract him.
You're gonna leave?
Hey, I'm done.
No cuddling, no sharing feelings?
I think I'm starting to like you.
Save the sweet talk.
Just remember our deal.
It suddenly occurs to me.
I'm usually the one sneaking out when the man gets home.
Charlie, go!
I thought it was a fun fact.
Hey, Uncle Charlie.
Hey, buddy. You're here early.
Teacher's conference, half day.
Whoa, where you going?
I'm looking for my Gameboy.
Forget your Gameboy.
It's a beautiful day. Go watch TV.
I don't want to watch TV.
I want to play my Gameboy and it's in your room.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The parental code that unlocks the pay channels is 1234.
1234.
I shoulda known.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I interrupt your late morning nap
or the early afternoon nap?
I don't nap. I recharge.
Can I get you a beer?
Sure, thanks.
Come on.
Hang on. Alan Harper for Laura Lang, please.
What are you doing?
Calling my lawyer.
Why? I thought we were gonna have a beer.
Judith is demanding half my book collection.
Oh, man. Sounds like you need a beer.
They're rare first editions, Charlie.
Very valuable.
Okay, well, you don't need to get your lawyer involved.
Hey, you've still got your old garage door clicker, right?
Yeah.
So, let Judith have the books
and then one night maybe someone goes
and gets them back.
Wonderful. Breaking and entering.
It's not "breaking" if you have the clicker.
More good advice.
And it's free.
So hang up and let's get that beer.
Sure, I'll hold.
They're patching me through to her cell phone.
( phone rings )
What's that?
That?
That is, coincidentally, my cell phone.
Excuse me.
Oh, hi, Alan.
Don't answer!
What's up?
What are you doing?
Hang on, Alan.
I'm making a living, Charlie.
I thought you were worried about malpractice.
I'm more worried about billable hours.
Can you prove you acquired the books
in question prior to the marriage?
Charlie!
Coming.
Shh.
Why are you shushing me?
Hang on.
What?
I'm on the phone with Laura.
Say hi for me.
Give it up, Charlie.
She doesn't like you.
True.
Listen, you'll testify that I bought
all my first-edition books before I got married, right?
Did you?
No.
Then I'm your man.
I can prove it.
Charlie's my witness.
Hey, what happened to the TV?
There's nothing dirty on.
I'm gonna get my Gameboy.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
No, wait right here.
I'll get it for you.
Of course, he's credible.
I don't know, Alan.
If the right lawyer gets their hands on him,
they could really make him sweat.
Very funny.
Have you seen a Gameboy anywhere around here?
Okay, we'll just have to do the best we can.
I'll tell him exactly what to do
and who knows?
Maybe he'll get the job done.
I got the job done twice.
Why don't you let me talk to him?
Charlie!
Why?
Where's my Gameboy?
I'll buy you a new one.
She wants to talk to you.
Keep it short.
Alan, if I could keep it short,
my life would be so much simpler.
Hello?
Now.
What?
I want you now.
You've got to be kidding.
Charlie, I pay her by the hour.
Just listen to her and do what she says.
You're the boss.
I'll get right on it.
What did she say?
Uh, she wants me to... write a statement.
And she wants you to... take Jake out
and buy him a new Gameboy.
Why would she want that?
For God's sake, Alan,
you're paying this woman a lot of money.
I suggest you take her advice.
Jake, we're going out.
I just want to make it clear
that I would never behave in a way
that would negatively influence my nephew.
( scoffs )
Hey, what was that?
Is she allowed to do that?
Mr. Harper,
how many women would you say
you have sexual relations with in any given year?
Excuse me.
I do okay.
Ten, 20, a hundred?
Come on. I don't keep count.
So we'll say... ten?
I don't see the relevance of this.
Well, we're trying
to establish Mr. Harper's lifestyle
as a way of determining whether his home
is a suitable environment for a young boy.
Okay, let me just say here that I love Jake
and I make it my business to see that nothing goes on
in front of him that is in any way inappropriate.
You tell him, Charlie.
And it's significantly north of ten.
I think we can move on.
Do you have any more questions?
You are doing very well.
Thanks.
Uh... Mr. Harper, is it true that Jake saw
a woman in the shower with you?
Okay, yes.
Now, in that instance, the door was closed,
he didn't knock, and the door was closed...
And...
I'm sorry. What was the question?
Woman in the shower.
Don't help them.
And, most important,
he didn't see anything inappropriate.
Well, then, what can you tell us
about this picture that Jake drew?
Okay, now...
that's a totally different...
Whoa! Man!
Whoa-man. Woman.
She was in my kitchen
wearing a T-shirt, and she reached up for some...
Uh-oh!
SpaghettiOs.
That... that's what she was reaching for.
I'd like a moment to confer with my witness.
You are making me so hot.
I see.
Look, Stuart,
we both know you're on a fishing expedition here, right?
Well... maybe.
Maybe?
You have no case.
This man is a wonderful uncle.
He provides a beautiful home.
And the last time I looked,
it wasn't against the law to be single
in the United States of America.
Oh, God...
bless America.
Amen.
The good news is
your wife has given up on the custody issue,
All right. but we still need to finalize the property settlement.
Now, aside from your books,
she's requested a few other specific items.
Like what?
A massage chair.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Forget it.
Forget it.
I love that chair.
That was the only thing in my bedroom
that moved when I touched it.
Don't worry, Alan.
I will get you your chair.
I will get you your books.
I will fight for you, I will win for you,
and I won't stop until your wife is squished
like a bug on a windshield.
Okay, let's not lose sight of the fact
that this bug is the mother of my child.
So let's just keep the squishing to a minimum.
CHARLIE: Don't worry.
You don't need a bathing suit.
Once you're drunk, the ocean's not cold at all.
Charlie.
Hey, Alan.
And Laura.
Hello, Laura.
I didn't know you were here.
Hi, Charlie.
Crystal.
Hey.
Oh, yeah.
I guess you guys know each other.
( clears throat )
How's that flu?
Oh, um, it's better.
( coughing )
Hey, this calls for a drink.
A very large drink.
Um, I'm not getting billed for her time now, am I?
Charlie.
Okay, I know this is awkward,
but let's keep in mind
we agreed that you and I were just a casual deal.
Two consenting adults, no strings, no drama.
Charlie.
And I'm willing to admit
that trying to boink your assistant
might not have been... Charlie.
Yeah?
Now.
What?
I want you now.
But see, now's really not a good time.
I mean, you're working with my brother,
and Crystal took a sick day...
Okay, that's a good point.
Let me think this through.
All right, there's just one way to make this work.
I don't do threesomes, Charlie.
Then I'm stumped.
What's going on?
Nothing. Not a thing.
Charlie, there's no reason to lie.
Are you sure?
There usually is.
I'm a little upset with your brother
for getting involved with my assistant.
It could be construed as a breach of ethics.
Nice going, Charlie.
This won't affect my case, will it?
Of course not, Alan, I'm a professional.
Listen, if we're going to make it
to that settlement conference on time,
maybe you should put on a jacket and tie.
Nothing too nice.
Oh, you're good.
You think you can keep it in your pants
till I get my stuff back?
I'm trying harder than you think.
Okay, we've got 15 minutes.
Where do you want to do this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.
It's not that I'm not into risky, semipublic sex,
it's just that I'm starting to resent your attitude.
Charlie, we have a deal.
Okay, Laura, look, uh...
I only went along with that because you're hot
and took little to no effort on my part.
Just make yourself at home, Crystal.
That's the ocean.
Anyway, uh, I think we might be done here.
You're dumping me?
Yep.
Now.
You're going to be very sorry, Charlie Harper.
Yeah, girls have been using that tired old line on me
since the fifth grade.
Okay, the next item is the rare book collection
appraised at $12,000.
Actually, our appraisers came in at $16,500.
Yeah.
Enjoy them.
What?
I was only asking for half.
Why break up a collection?
Okay, what's next?
Well, I understand there's a dispute
over the massage chair.
Not anymore. We concede.
What do you mean we concede?
We're not here for conceding.
We're here for fighting and winning
and squishing, remember?
Alan, I know what I'm doing.
Okay, moving on to the retirement fund.
Take it. Take it?
Take it. I'll take it.
Are you out of your mind?!
Okay, what else would you like?
What else?!
Judith, for God's sake,
remember there was a time when you loved me.
Oh, cool.
Hey, that was quick.
Yeah, like every other time Judith screwed me.
What happened?
I'll tell you what happened.
My settlement conference turned into a drive-by colonoscopy.
Ouch.
Charlie, have you ever heard of a divorce agreement
that requires the ex-husband
to pay the ex-wife's dry cleaning for life?
Wow.
Yeah, not just clothes.
Drapes, rugs, slipcovers...
even suede.
Sounds like she really took you to the cleaners, huh?
Sorry.
So, I... I fired Laura and tore up the agreement.
I'm going to have to find a new attorney
and just start all over.
Oh, good then.
No harm, no foul.
Except for the thousands of dollars of extra legal fees.
Oh, yeah, that's gonna sting a little, huh?
Not as much as having to buy Judith's parents
a retirement condo in Boca Raton.
She didn't even ask for that.
Laura just threw it in.
Lawyers.
But you know what the interesting thing is?
No, what?
After it was all over
and Judith and her attorney went dancing out of the room,
I asked Laura why she had done this to me,
and she said, and I quote, "Ask your brother."
So, here I am asking you--
Why, Charlie?
Why did my very expensive
Beverly Hills divorce lawyer sell me out?
( sighs, clears throat )
Okay, okay.
I'll tell you the whole story.
But maybe you should sit down first.
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