Oh, God. Your napkin actually goes in your lap. Does this new period drama, telling the story of pioneering sex scientists William Masters and Virginia Johnson, offer full satisfaction? Lib, hon.
I'm sure it seems unorthodox, going from nightclub singer to secretary, but I-I can assure you I am very capable, organized. Virginia decides she needs to emotionally detach herself as well. Virginia interviews for the position of Bill's new secretary. Being a man of science, Masters doesn't quite see it like that — top marks to Sheen for the subtlety with which he portrays Masters' failure to care about other people's emotions — and is determined to sign people up for the study he's convinced will win him a Nobel prize.
It hurts, like cramping, only worse.