That someone is, of course, Kate, who is wearing THE CUTEST SHIRT EVER. It's got a white background and is covered in, like, cherry blossoms, and the collar is red and the cuffs are huge and bright red and I covet it. Jerry introduces the two women, kindly calling Kate a "first-class lawyer and a matchmaker." Judy snorts, although not unkindly. "She's a yenta? Get out," she says. I think this is the appropriate time to admit that I would loooove to be a matchmaker. It seems like it would be fun and interesting, and it would also really rack up the good karma. Kate sort of shrugs charmingly
and takes Judy into her office. Judy gives Kate the bullet on her daughter Michelle, who graduated from Sarah Lawrence with honors and now runs a successful art gallery in Santa Monica. "And relationships?" Kate asks. "Losers. All of them," Judy pronounces. "They cheat on her, they lie, they're unemployed. I'm telling you, Michelle is a gem. Other than shoe shopping, she really is the great joy of my life." At this, Kate smiles winsomely, and her hair, I must say, looks great, all half pulled up and sort of Sharon Tate in Valley of the Dolls mixed with Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha Stevens and I just love it. "Look, I can't make any promises, but I do know some very emotionally mature, wonderful men," she says. "Oh, I'm sorry. Women," Judy says, explaining that Michelle is a lesbian. "Oh!" Kate chirps, and smiles. She opens her mouth, probably to assure Judy that she's perfectly capable of Successful Lesbian Matchmaking, when Claire buzzes the intercom and announces that she's got Kate's gynecologist on line one. "Claire, I'm in with a client," Kate says tightly. "Oops," Claire says. Fire her, Kate. At this, Judy gets up and tells Kate to take her call, promising to talk later about the matchmaking thing. "Oh, FYI, yogurt is great for everything," she says. "Thanks for the tip," Kate responds politely.