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00:49:06
Alex Borstein, Rachel Brosnahan, Michael Zegen
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-He can hold drumstick. -(laughs)
IMOGENE: Spooky.
♪ The story you tell with such aplomb ♪
Or run 24-hour diners out in rural areas wearing coverall?
but she knows you got first dib on the TV.
I caught the whiff. I can still smell it.
Amaretto sour.
Confidence trickster?
Well, that could be me. What's with the dud?
This was a blip, an anomaly.
And are those pretzel?
Imogene left you some meatloaf in the fridge.
I made the mistake of wearing pedal pusher
And also hearsay, Your Honor,
Losing my virginity to a bunch of jazz musicians,
It's a hangout for comics, not the U.N.
to the detriment of the moral health
-A late-in-life bri, that's more fun. -Uh-uh.
Profanity. Indecent exposure.
Seniority counts for something, Donny.
Yeah, she's half moron, half boobs.
Took four zap in the chair
waiting to harass entertainer
You're destine for better things than this.
I've only litigate in front of the man, like, a thousand times.
you absorb Dr. Spock, you inhale Dr. Spock.
and I am starving.
if my kids got kidnap and I had to describe them,
Yeah, I guess I precede me. My-- uh... r-reputation does.
-I've skim it. -Skimmed it?
I plead guilty, Your Honor.
She just waltz in, scooped up the kids,
was so plaster, they didn't know
you absorb Dr. Spock, you inhale Dr. Spock.
Not until he apologize to me.
and I swear to you, it is gonna work.
when she whip those things out, I ducked.
And apparently, you expose your breasts.
and they bust his door in, that's how.
and you built something, you forge your own path.
She just waltzed in, scoop up the kids,
Now, you and Mom sacrifice a lot,
Somebody stole my briefcase.
But the court does acknowledge your standing in the community,
My college roommate's sock drawer smell like this.
The language chronicle in these incidents, ma'am, crude.
(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
and is enormously respected in her community.
I always dress nicely for important meetings.
No, not literally, smart-ass.
♪ But nevertheless, I'm in love ♪
and a bunch of guys saying shit loud enough
♪ I somehow can't believe ♪
Regardless of that, Your Honor, there's no denying
she had gone somewhere, I was talking to myself.
Obviously it wasn't Mrs. Miniver, Abe.
And apparently, you exposed your breasts.
I'm not gonna be on your couch forever.
-it's not your fault. -How could it possibly be my fault?
Effectively, this was entrapment.
Not that I've ever seen her wear the same thing twice.
and extremely disrespectful.
You're certainly packaged right.
And what exactly was wrong with the words I said?
Manager. That's what I blanked on earlier.
Mrs. Maisel, we all slip sometimes.
It was fucking funny.
Otherwise, you can risk trial,
and instead I'm filled with dread and doubts
reported by an obviously overzealous police officer.
I found somebody, and she is impulsive
to drunk and disorderly conduct,
an upstanding citizen with a spotless record.
you presented and participated in an obscene, indecent tableau.
A list that would include the venerable Rabbi Wasserman
Surely, Your Honor, these are salient points.
was irrational, irresponsible
was irrational, irresponsible
that Mrs. Maisel is an honorable, respectable woman,
heard some cute uptown chick got arrested doing a set.
She's special. I mean, raw, unpredictable.
Uh... the atom bomb. Septic shock.
♪ You'd be hers ♪
very adorable, and then somebody asked me if I had kids,
He can hold a radial tire.
♪ In the wee small hours ♪
"Sex act"? What? That's-that's ridiculous.
Amaretto sour.
I made the mistake of wearing pedal pushers
♪ Is fast asleep ♪
♪ And it's A-drivin' me insane ♪
and intuitive and hysterical, and I think she's gonna be big.