Narrator: George Michael decided to hide the love letters in the attic, although Maeby had her own problems. After lying about her age she had conned her way into a job as a movie studio executive.
Mort Meyers: Did you get the stack of scripts that I sent you? 'Cause you certainly look well-rested.
Maeby: Marry me.
Mort Meyers: Ha! I need your notes on those tomorrow. Wanna have a drink?
Maeby: Yeah. Why don't we ask your wife to come with us?
Mort Meyers: Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow.