Melrose Place: "The Bitch Is Back"
So Kimberly and Michael are at dinner. Michael is gleefully recounting how upset "that little tramp" (that would be Sydney, and really, he's just being factual since Sydney is LITERALLY a hooker) was when Kimberly walked in on them at the hospital. He's sucking down a very fruity beverage, and Kimberly eyes him slightly irritably. "YOUR DRINK TASTES ALL RIGHT?" she sort of screams, and that's rather suspicious, no? But stupid Michael announces that he's ready for another. She tells him she wants to eat first, and calls to the waiter for some menus. But Michael orders another drink anyway, and Kimberly gets all steely. "No," she tells him. "You won't." Well, he did basically kill her in a drunk-driving accident. Let's cut the crazy bitch some slack. The waiter shoots Michael a "boy, are you whipped" look, and heads off to fetch their menus. Kimberly looks alternately bored and suspicious at the dinner table. Michael finally catches his snap and asks her what's going on. Kimberly: "I told you. I want to eat." Michael makes a vaguely drunk, sympathetic look. "You're mad at me about Sydney," he says, and tells her to "let it out," because he deserves it, and he just hopes she can forgive him. "I DO forgive you," Kimberly tells him shortly, and starts rubbing her temples like her head really, really hurts. He asks what she was thinking about him that entire time. "You know, while you were..." IN A COMA? "That you deserted me," Kimberly snaps. "But you DIDN'T. DID YOU?" Michael looks guilty and says that of course he didn't, and that he loves her. He does not point out, as most people would, that he wasn't around because, you know, everyone told him she was dead. There's a great deal more temple- and scalp-rubbing from Kimberly. "Dammit," she says. "It's Syd," Michael insists. "Come on. Tell me how you feel." He is really not very good at picking up on the fact that she might have a headache. Especially considering that he is a doctor. "MICHAEL, JUST SHUT UP," Kimberly hisses, continuing with the head-rubbing. Michael looks guilty. Kimberly: "It's got nothing to do with Sydney. It's my head. I've been getting these headaches occasionally, all right?" She takes some medication. "Sure, sweetheart, sure," Michael tells her. He doesn't even ask what she's on, and Kimberly looks both pained and annoyed.