Bent

All right, I feel like I should be wearing

safety goggles if I'm going to be doing this.

All right, safety meeting.

Gary doesn't feel safe. He wants goggles.

- "Goggles" wants goggles. - That's what "goggles" said.

I really don't want to be called "goggles."

You can't veto your own nickname.

How about backfat?

I don't even have backfat.

Goggles doesn't have backfat.

Backfat it is.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

Right.

Pete, can I talk to you privately for a minute?

What? I can't hear you.

I need to speak to you alone,

it's kind of a delicate matter.

All right. Guys, hold the work, hold the work!

Alex needs to say something.

Okay, okay.

This is kind of awkward, but, um...

You know how Ben gave me that really pretty necklace?

Yeah, for the love of God, we know about the necklace.

Well I was going to wear it this weekend,

and this is definitely in no way an accusation,

but it's... it's missing.

Sounds like an accusation.

You think we jacked your necklace?

I was just wondering if any of you guys had seen it.

Maybe in our getaway van?

This is some racist crap.

All right, a lot of us are white,

so it's kind of confusing.

Damn it, backfat, get indignant.

Okay, guys?

Forget I said anything.

No, you can't un-ring that bell.

All right boys, let's bring it in.

Confession time,

I took the necklace.

What? I just called her a bigot.

I saw it in the bathroom, and I got curious.

You've got a curious problem.

- It's broken. - Yeah, and I broke it.

- Alex. - Oh!

Ah...

I snuck in like an Indian.

I'm not sure if you're allowed to say that.

I just did.

Exciting weekend coming up, huh?

Big partner wedding.

Mm-hm.

Number three for Anthony.

I did some of my best pre-nup work on this one.

If they split up, he gets to keep her boob job.

It was, uh, so generous of you to have it at your house.

It's a huge write-off.

How's my little caterer?

She's all ready for you.

Thank you again for recommending your sister.

I actually thought it was a bad idea.

Tell her to scratch the tuna cones.

- Not the go-between. - Alex...

May I speak to you candidly?

Sure.

I want this wedding to go well for you.

For me? It's not...

It's not my big day.

In a way, it is.

You had such a rough time last year.

Yeah, it was... It had its moments.

Yeah, well, with Derek's embezzlement,

and the divorce, and the drunken holiday party debacle.

Hey, that was food poisoning.

Food poisoning? Very good.

- - No, shellfish.

I'm allergic to shellfish.

Look, I just want you to show everyone this weekend

that your life is back on track.

You still want to be partner, right?

Absolutely, yes.

Good. Who you bringing?

My boyfriend, Ben.

Aw, is your boyfriend, Ben, bringing his a-game?

You're going to love him.

It's not just me,

he has to pass the smell test with the partners' wives.

Julia, and my little Anna.

Sometimes they get a little...

Anyhoo, I'm out.

Hup!

So you're sure you're not going to be on call

this weekend for the wedding?

Bringing my a-game.

Ah, God, it's 7:00 A.M.,

I'm late for surgery.

What have you got?

- Triple bypass. - Nervous?

I play God every day, babe.

Cocky's not sexy, Ben.

You know, unless it's got a blue-collar spin.

Well look who's on time. Is the ocean closed?

Don't love him staying over.

Sends a weird message.

Charlie's at screwsie's.

Yes, it's got to be super-confusing for the kid.

You're blocking me in.

The driveway's for commercial vehicles only.

Okay, first time's a warning,

second time we fill your car with concrete.

So, yeah, things get out of control real quick.

Okay, let's move it, handyman.

I got surgery.

Is it me, or does he always have "surgery"?

Back to your corners, boys.

Can't get me down, petey.

I'm in the afterglow.

That was creepy.

Wow, five weeks,

he's buying you jewelry,

and you're taking him to a wedding.

Zero to 60.

Vrooom!

Gary will get that.

Don't try to get in my head.

Oh, I'm already there.

Just making a couple of pop-tarts in your mind kitchen.

Mm, is that supposed to be smack talk?

Ding! Oh, they're done.

Can smell the brain cinnamon.

Got a surgery to get to.

Nobody cares, Ben.

Come on, no... hey...

Hey, Terry, you gave Steve my thursday night shift.

That's... That's my big tip night.

I've asked you not to put your tip jar out.

I know, I know.

"Wink, wink, corporate policy, no tips."

It is corporate policy.

All right, come on, Terry.

I'll cut you in for a "finsky."

I gave Steve thursday night because he needs the work.

His wife has epstein-barr.

Whatever that is.

It's a real thing. She's super-tired.

This is going to affect my working attitude.

I'll alert the employee- of-the-month committee.

Come on, Terry, be a guy.

- I am a guy. - Ter... ter...

You know, that's just rude.

What's her necklace status?

My cousin the jeweler who's crazy-fast...

Is crazy-closed.

Okay, plan "B,"

Gary sneaks up and puts it in her room.

What?

Good call.

If he gets caught, we can take the hit.

He's expendable.

Okay, I don't find this funny.

We're just messing with you.

No, there's actually a hint of truth in all this.

You guys haven't truly accepted me as a part of the crew.

Here come the orange tears.

And...

I know all about the "secret steak night."

What, were you just...

Seriously weren't going to invite me, or...

Do you really want to come if you have to beg for an invite?

Yes.

Vote on Gary coming to "secret steak night."

- Both: Aye. - Nay.

Got to be unanimous. Revote.

- Both: Nay. - Aye.

Revote, aye. Both: Nay.

Why do I want to be in this club?

Want a refill?

I never got any.

Hmm.

What's in this?

Rum.

I kind of like it.

One day, I'll let you try my brownies.

Hey.

Dinner's in ten minutes.

I filled up on rum cake.

Did you? Thanks for babysitting.

Cheesecake.

What's up, girl?

You talking to Charlie?

Yeah. Yeah, what's going on, Charlie?

Just eating desserts.

Mm, dynamite.

That's a weird place to rest, Gary.

Yeah, it's really heavy.

Let me... get the door.

Oh, hi.

Hey, son.

Um, listen, this is a little embarrassing,

but, uh, I'm a little short on scratch.