1. Anthony (第1季)【完整台词】

Auntie Robyn, you dropped this.

Oh, thanks, babe.

I can't have my coffee without my sugar.

Thanks.

(WHISPERING) Are you f-ing kidding me? - Fuck! Ow! - RUTH: Hey.

"F.

" Kelly, let's make some toast, darling.

Come on.

You like yours strong.

Don't, Robyn.

- Not in my house.

- I swear it's not mine.

I confiscated it from a client.

RUTH: Hey, those are mine.

You'll get them back.

There is an extra bottle for Teddy in the fridge.

There is backup, if you need it, in the freezer Freezer.

I know.

I can cope looking after our children (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION) All right, if I'm not at work by 8:00, Caroline will have me chemically castrated.

(SIGHS) Okay.

- You good? - Absolutely.

- You? - Yeah.

- Let's do it.

- Good to see you, Rob.

Hope all goes well this morning.

I'll be thinking of you.

And you, of course.

- (KISSING) - Be good for Daddy.

Can we have pancakes? Can't have pancakes, sweetie.

It's not Sunday.

(WHISPERS) Let's make some pancakes.

Shades might be a bit much.

Al least I made an effort.

What's wrong with this? Nothing.

If you're a high-end prostitute looking for work.

I didn't know we were supposed to dress like Jackie Onassis.

I don't know.

This, here You ready? Wait! Hey.

Should we say something? Like what? I don't know.

Like a prayer? What? A prayer? - Okay.

- (BOTH CHUCKLING) (SOBBING) Hey.

(SHUSHING) We shouldn't have left.

We shouldn't have let her (CRYING) You and me, kid.

(CRYING) (CELL PHONE RINGING) Oh, shit! No.

It's fine.

It's fine.

You go.

Hello.

- (WHISPERS) I love you.

- I love you, bye.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Yes.

Mmm-hmm.

Yep.

(ELEVATOR DINGS) - Is she in? - Office.

- (KNOCKING AT DOOR) - CAROLINE: Come.

Morning, Caroline.

Does this make me look like a lesbian? Uh No.

It's lovely.

You must understand.

I want to look like a lesbian.

It's for a benefit, for lesbians.

Oh, well, in that case with the right hair What lesbian are we talking? Ellen or Portia? The second one.

Someone's trying to sell a story on Anthony Henderson.

Again? Who is it this time? Oh, I don't know, some fame-hungry twiglet with puffy lips and sad-eyes.

Wouldn't normally be a problem, - but she says she's got pictures.

- Of course, she does.

As you know, the papers have a creaking drawer full of women waiting to cash in on their one night of wild forgettable sex with Mr.

H.

And once those floodgates open, Noah himself wouldn't be able to save him.

We have our fists in the proverbial dike.

And she's not happy about it.

I get it.

Why can't someone else deal with him? Because you, my dear, are the best we have.

Plus, you're the only one in the office he hasn't screwed yet.

- What if he tries to screw me? - You screw him.

Or you politely decline like a big girl.

I don't care.

This isn't a sleepover.

All I care about is that every housewife in the country has a dozen of his cookbooks on their shelves.

And they frig themselves to sleep over what a devoted husband and father he is.

So, let's not burst their bubbles.

Or his 21 million a year turnover, by exposing his myriad human failings.

Just get this in the ground today before the hashtag HendersonPutItUpMeToo - lights up the Twittersphere.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) I don't care if that Jesus himself asking for your hand in marriage.

There's only one person allowed to touch their phone in this office.

And you're looking at him.

You're meeting Henderson at the Mondrian in half an hour.

Brush your teeth first.

Christ, you've got lovely skin.

I'd kill for your skin.

I mean, literally.

I would kill you and peel it off if I could.

- Caroline.

- Tell me you didn't open that door without looking first.

I'm so sorry.

Just there's a terrified Scottish girl waiting in reception for you.

Oh, yes.

I got you a new pet.

Hi, I'm Robyn.

You're gonna be with me.