Thank you, Ben. Of course.

I mean, what did you think I was going to do? I don't…

All this is your fault. They did not need to die.

Ross, please trust me. I buy 30 fashion magazines a month.

Think she could clear away some of his sardine cans.

You negotiated a true peace. Empress Dowager would've embraced it.

Ben Rickert. Did you get a chance to look at what we sent you, Ben? It's Charlie. I'm here, too.

First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight. And then Alby.

This is the Law of the Jungle, as old and as true as the sky.

Lives and works in Shelburne, Vermont. She's single and a pediatrician.

So he's gonna go back to where Ben was just stung...

We could've met somewhere a little warmer.

Then you could've stopped me at any time. So, why...

Hello. I'm Ben. We're gonna head straight over. Excellent.

All photographers are now asked to leave. This court is now in session. Please sit down.

But change is a part of life. It certainly is.

Oh, yeah. I'm Blake. I'm not Blake! I'm Ben. Ben Taylor is my name. Pleased to meet you. It's nice to meet you.

Are you serious? Fuck. Ben, call us when you get home.

You think this is just a magazine. Hmm? This is not just a magazine.

If you can't find Ben, I must have this network up before midnight.