Ghosts

Hey, guys. What are you doing?

Trying to guess what the day's special will be

based on the staff's prep work.

It's not exactly fun, but it's something.

Thor hoping Jay finally take Thor's suggestion

and put rams' testicles on menu.

- And what is Gabe doing? Gabe is waiting

to come down from whatever he smoked on his break.

He says he's speaking telepathically

to the cauliflower.

This man should not have access to knives.

Sorry I'm late.

Last night I took my date to that ice cream shop

next to the animal shelter.

I teared up

looking at those senior dogs in the window,

and then it was "game on."

You're such a sleaze.

An ice cream/puppy cuddle doubleheader

is exactly the kind of move.

T-Money would have pulled in his prime.

The ice cream doesn't melt, but the panties do.

Why doesn't the ice cream melt?

I don't know, Pete, just let me have a catchphrase.

You get everything I requested for tonight's special?

Sure did, Cobra.

Ooh, here we go.

Yes!

Thor right. Rams' testicles.

Diners eat well tonight.

Thorfinn, those are Brussels sprouts.

They're vegetables.

And people eat?

Thor gonna be sick.

Sam. Remember how I have a daughter now?

Well, she came to visit, and while she was here,

you texted her from my phone, pretending to be me,

and said that the man who raised her

wasn't her real father and that you were,

and then I had to take the blame, so, yeah, I remember.

Well, great news, I saw on Instagram that she lost her job,

so you can hire her here at the restaurant.

Oh, boy. Trevor wants us to hire

his daughter as a server at Mahesh.

Uh, too bad we spent all our money

fixing the stripper-shaped hole in the roof.

I know it's not technically possible,

but I swear that hole had abs.

What if I pay her salary?

I have the money from my finance job.

Trevor says he'll pay Abby's salary.

He just wants to be around her.

- It's actually kind of sweet. - Hmm.

Yeah, okay. I mean, it's a really good deal.

Yes. You won't regret this.

Okay, well, we don't even know if she'll take the job.

I just appreciate that you're gonna ask her.

And while he's saying yes to things,

maybe we should hire her hot friend Brooke as a hostess.

Ew, Trevor, that's your daughter's friend.

I'm new to the whole girl dad thing.

I'm learning on the job.

Good note.

So, how are things going with you and Pete?

I mean, good, but since we both have roommates,

we don't have anywhere to... make out.

Oh, so you two are still just at the kissing stage?

Okay, well, FYI, there's more.

I know all about it,

'cause, you know, I did it with Joan.

Oh, and she was so satisfied, she still hasn't come back.

That's impressive.

Attention, everyone.

Creepy Dirk has an announcement.

I am running for reelection.

- What's he talking about? You guys don't remember?

Four years ago, Dirk beat Isaac and Alberta

and became ghost representative.

You had to resort to flimflammery to beat me,

which is the ultimate compliment.

Anyways, Dirk's four-year term is up,

and I'm running his reelection campaign.

And we're just up here to "press the flesh,"

as they say in the politics game.

- - Alberta, would you like

- to press my flesh? - I'm good.

Isn't the position just ceremonial?

I know originally it was supposed to be the ghost

that communicates with Sam,

but now it's just an empty figurehead position.

- I mean, who would even want... -

Not to Higgintoot my own horn,

but I believe destiny has chosen me for this moment.

If the upstairs ghosts can line up behind me

and we don't split our vote again, I shall prevail.

So here I am, throwing my hat into the ring.

Ooh, that sounds fun.

- What does? - Throwing hats into rings.

I'm in, too.

No. No, I literally just explained

why we shouldn't both do that. It's self-defeating.

But on the other hand, throwing hats into rings rules.

: Yes.

Dibs on Alberta's hat.

Look at my girl.

Shayna punim.

I know I can't hug her, but would it be weird

if I poked her cheek?

We're so thrilled that you were able to fill the position, Abby.

Yeah, you caught me at a bit of a rough moment.

I broke up with my boyfriend,

lost my job, and my roommate adopted a bunch of ferrets.

I had a bunch of ferrets once.

Oh, that coat was the envy of East 61st Street.

Well, we're lucky to have you.

I'm a bit confused why you reached out to me, though,

'cause waiters are very easy to find

and I've never done it before.

I think she's delicately asking

if you have a weird obsession with her,

which, honestly, the facts support.

Well, we saw some of your recent posts,

and we noticed that you were having

kind of a tough run of it.

And to be totally honest, I still feel bad about...

How do I say this?

Almost destroying her family last time she here?

How things went when you visited.

Well, yeah, I'm-I'm happy to work here.

But there need to be some very clear boundaries set

because last time things got very weird.

Understood.

Sam, I promise I will not make you

look like a freak again.

Thank you.

Is what you could have said

in response to what I said.

It's just sort of polite.

Yes, you're not a freak

who can see ghosts,

you're merely an annoying etiquette hawk.

Well played.

- We off to good start. - Mm.

Flower, listen. I'm concerned

that if we both run for ghost representative,

we'll split the upstairs vote,

thus extending Creepy Dirk's reign of ickiness.

Look, Isaac, when I first threw my hat in the ring,

I'll admit, I thought it was literally about hats and rings.

And just checking, we're sure it's not that?

No, sweetie. This is about running for elective office.

Which I dig.

My whole vibe was about effecting change.

Us hippies, we weren't just doing acid

and having orgies for fun.

We were doing those things to protest Nixon.

Why don't you two have a primary

to pick which of you will run against Dirk in the general?

That way you won't have to split the upstairs ghost vote.

Interesting.

And any primary would, of course, feature that grandest

of political traditions: The debate.

Flower, do you accept this challenge?

- Okay. - Then it's settled.

It shall be I, someone who has committed

the entire works of Aristotle to memory,

versus Flower, who is...

oop... currently staring at a lamp.

Oh.

I was wondering why this TV show had gotten so lamp-heavy.

Look at her.

She's nailing it.

And she's only 298 months old.

Hey, girl.

The customers are loving you.

Must be that famous Lefkowitz charm.

- : What do you mean? - Ooh, Bela,

that's gonna be a tough one to explain.

Uh, because, you know, when, um, they hosted

your biological father's memorial here,

a lot of people talked about how charming he was.

So that's how I know.

Not because he personally charmed me.

How could he? He's dead!

Yes. She pull it off.

What's up?

I'm Neel. I'm one of the cooks.

Uh-oh, what's this?

Could be innocent. We don't know.

You're new here, right?

No, I've been here for months.

I'm just really good at blending in.

Funny and cute.

That's a dangerous combination.

Come on, this is flirtatious.

No, she's just being nice. He's too old for her.

She just tuck hair behind ear.

- It is on. Well, I can show you

around the town after work if you like.

But only if you answer one question correctly.