(Emma): Emma here, coming off of the most amazing weekend! Annie and Ryan's wedding was on Saturday, and it was très magnifique. Everything went off without a hitch. And, I have to admit, the shot luge was a huge success. But now, we have to go from such an incredible high... to such a depressing low. Today, we have the very first consultation client at Emma Approved. Or, as I like to call it, the beginning of the end.

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(Emma): Can you believe it? Emma Woodhouse having to deal with hourly clients! I know everyone could use my help, but quality is always more important than quantity. And on the quality front, things are on their way with Harriet.

I've a multi-step plan in place: first, we will enhance her self-confidence; then, we will enhance her social standing; and then, we will make her life the best it could possibly be! And I know you're wondering about Martin, the IT guy. There's some interest from Harriet for sure. And I can smell interest like a shark smells blood. And we'll get to the mysterious Martin ASAP. But... first things first.

Emma Begins Consultations

(Emma) on the phone with Charlie: Hello, you must be Charlie. I am Emma Woodhouse. If that girl made you dinner, took you to a baseball game, and got you the commemorative t-shirt for your birthday, it's pretty safe to say she's into you. You need to tell her how you feel.

on the phone with Sarah: I'd say a three-year sabbatical in Mozambique is definitely a sign you should move on from him.

on the phone with Franklin: Franklin? Franklin! If you want to get serious about your social life, you need to cut down your 16-hour days at the office.

Emma Calls Alex

(Alex): Emma. How are the calls going?

(Emma): I hate you.

(Alex): Great!

(Emma): There will be payback for this.

(Alex): No, there will be payment for this. The initial response has been stellar--

Emma mutes the call.

(Emma): Alex? Can you hear me? I can't hear you. I-- Something's wrong. I'll call you back.

Emma hangs up.

(Emma): That was unfortunate. And I was really looking forward to what Mr. Knightley was going to say, too. I guess I need to call IT.

(Martin): Well, I can't find anything wrong. You say the sound just cut out?

(Emma): Yup. One minute Mr. Knightley was talking; the next, he wasn't.

(Martin): Well, everything checks out. I think you just hit the mute button.

(Emma): That's entirely possible. Even likely. But since you're here, why don't you and I have a chat?

(Martin): Oh. Um, right. Your assistant, Harriet, told me that you were, um, documenting.

(Emma): It's just something I do. So, you're Martin.

(Martin): That's me, Miss Woodhouse.

(Emma): Please, call me Emma. I feel terrible for not introducing myself sooner. After all, you've been here... how long?

(Martin): Oh, just three days.

(Emma): Three whole days and we haven't gotten a chance to talk! I am so sorry, Martin.

(Martin): Oh, it's okay. I, I know you're busy. I, I can just leave you alone it's really--

(Emma): What's your last name?

(Martin): Oh. It's... it's Martin.

(Emma): Your parents named you Martin Martin?

(Martin): No. Uh, my first name's Bobby. I just go by my last name.

(Emma): Bobby Martin.

(Martin): Yeah. But my friends call me B-Mart!

(Emma): Okay, B-Mart, where did you go to school?

(Martin): Uh, City College. I have an Associates Degree.

(Emma): Oh. And now you work in IT?

(Martin): Mm-hm. Yeah, it's, it's great. I love taking things apart and putting them back together again.

(Emma): And is this what you want to do with your life?

(Martin): Uh, so far.

(Emma): Okay. Any other interests?

(Martin): Uh, well, I like birds.

(Emma): Birds! That's interesting.

(Martin): Yeah, it is actually! Uh, I spent last summer on an island off of Alaska rare bird-spotting. It was awesome. I blew all of my savings on it. I couldn't even buy into my regular poker game.

(Emma): Poker.

(Martin): Yeah. Oh, that's another interest of mine. I'm not professional or anything, but I did once win a year supply of nacho cheese.

(Emma): Do you like nacho cheese?

(Martin): Not as much as I used to.

(Emma): Okay. So, birds, poker, and computers. That about sums up B-Mart?

(Martin): Pretty much... You know you really should buy a wrist cushion for your keyboard; it'll save you from carpal tunnel syndrome.

(Emma): Thank you. I'll look into that.

(Martin): Uh, is there anything else I can do for you?

(Emma): Nope.

(Martin): Great. Let me know if you have any other problems.

(Emma): Okay, I will.

Martin exits

(Emma): I'm sorry, Harriet, but that is not Emma approved.

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