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Boston Legal Schmidt Happens Season 1, Episode 11 Airdate: January 9, 2005 Written by David E. Kelley © 2005 David E Kelley Productions. All Rights Reserved Transcribed by Sheri for [version updated June 7, 2006] The Men’s Room at Crane Poole Schmidt Alan Shore is leisurely relieving himself at the head, deep in thought. Shirley Schmidt walks in, turns on a faucet, inspecting the fixtures. Shirley Schmidt: Who the hell are you? Alan Shore: It’s not who, so much as what. This is a men’s room. What’s your name, fella? Shirley Schmidt: I’m Shirley Schmidt. Pardon the intrusion, but one of our assistants is suing us under Title 9—claiming, among other things, the men have better fixtures. Alan Shore: shaking off, and zipping up So, you’re Shirley Schmidt of Crane, Poole and . . . Shirley Schmidt: Schmidt. Alan Shore: extending his hand to shake hers Alan Shore. It’s a pleasure. Shirley Schmidt: Surely, you intend to wash that first. Alan Shore: I keep an extremely clean penis. Walks over to the sink Shirley Schmidt: I know all about you. Alan Shore: And I, you. There’s much written in stall number 2. I pictured you younger. Much. Shirley Schmidt: A smart attorney recognizes who he can or cannot rattle. Alan Shore: He also knows a good rattle when he sees one. Shirley Schmidt: Since I’m your boss, I can’t return your sexual banter, but I will say for the record that if I were looking for a rattle, he would be taller, he would be better-looking, he would be more evolved than a junior in high school. Alan Shore: I prefer the juniors in high school. Shirley Schmidt: He would be something other than a self-loathing narcissist with a dwarf fetish, and, yes, judging from what I got a glimpse of in the mirror when I first entered the room, he would be bigger. Much. She turns and walks out. Alan Shore: My, my, my. [credits] Hallway at Crane Poole Schmidt A paralegal is