Episode Report Card Niki: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Kind Of Blue
By Niki | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.11.2001
Judy tries breaking the ice by asking how Sam's been. He's about to answer, but she stops him to clarify, "No, I mean really, how've you been?"
Soliloquy Sam gives the camera an evaluating glance.
Sam says he spent the last ten weeks in Rome, and Judy sighs that she loves Italy. She fondly reminisces about an Italian boyfriend she once had, but then catches herself and trails off. There's an uncomfortable silence. Judy breaks it by saying that Rick should be back any minute. "Judy, it's over," Sam blurts. "Janine and me." Judy lays on the sympathy, and the camera jumps around her head as she rambles on like a Hallmark card just so we all know how awkward this is. Sam just stares at her. Finally, he smiles and lays a hand on hers, silencing her with, "Nice to talk to you, too, Judy." She takes a deep breath, and they stare at one another, their hearts racing.
"A situation. Hypothetical," Soliloquy Judy says. "Let's say I married him. I would keep my maiden name, of course. But I would also be...Judy Blue." The camera zooms down to her hands, which are clutching a daisy. "Like the song," she continues. "Well, it wouldn't be exactly the same. It would have to be Sam Blue Eyes for it to be exact. But it'd be close enough. You know, I'd almost be...the song." Strains of what I assume are "Judy Blue Eyes" start up in the background. Judy shakes her head at her foolishness and says, "I'm a fool." Cut to her walking away from the stool, where she's left the daisy to rest oh so artfully against the black backdrop.
After commercials, we find Judy and Jake hauling boxes of stuff into the restaurant. Judy's pitching some ideas at Jake, including naming all the menu items after writers, and pasting the menus inside old book covers. She catches sight of Jake's red, huffing face and asks whether he's okay. He claims it's hot and he's been "schlepping boxes," but that he's fine. Anyone seeing pattern here? Judy points out that he doesn't look very fine, and says she's going to get him some water. He starts to protest, but the protest turns into a plea for water.
Cut to the two of them sitting on a couch. Judy watches Jake gulp down a glass of water, and tells him to finish it. He follows orders and sets down the empty glass: "There, you happy? Can we get the rest of the boxes now?" "Anxiety," she declares, tucking her feet under herself. Jake doesn't know what she's talking about. She tells him he's having an anxiety attack, "a big nasty one." He pooh-poohs her, pushing himself up off the couch and saying he just didn't eat anything all day. Judy doesn't buy it, and tells him there's no shame in having anxiety -- it's a legitimate illness, "like rickets, or pinkeye." And lord knows, no one's ever embarrassed to admit to having either of those. Judy pleads with him to see her doctor. Jake hauls out a load of empty boxes, calling over his shoulder, "Does he like kids? 'Cause I'm about to have one."