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Wow, we are getting
a lot of love on Yelp lately.

"Kat's Café makes the best
keto smoothies in town.

"Special shout-out to Randi,
great service,

hot enough to be
a basketball wife."

Yeah. I wrote that.

I got high last night
and posted a bunch of 'em.

I was gonna write that
I could have been a lady
Avenger,

but that just felt
like bragging.

"Three stars. Nice café,
but avoid the lady with glasses

if you're tight on time.
She doesn't know when to stop."

Posted by LadyAvenger.

You know, it's so lame how
people hide behind a keyboard,

but it is something
to think about.

Oh, hey, what are you
doing down here?

Getting Martin Scatsese
away from me.

I woke up,
he's staring at me.

Got out of the shower,
he's staring at me.

Danced like nobody's watching,
guess who's staring at me.

He just got fixed yesterday,

so he can't be down here
with the other cats.

He might have
caught something at the vet.

And when you dance, remember
that our window is visible

from the Chipotle
across the street,

so maybe dance
like Garret's watching.

That explains why he's always
giving me free chips.

Are you sure Marty can't stay
down here with you?

Yes, please take him
back up there

and remind him that
BDE comes from within.

- Hello, all.
- Hello.

- Oh, hey, Sheila.
- Hey, Sheila.

Katharine,
don't you look cute today.

Really?

What do you like?

Well, there's your, um...

Randi, help me out.

How 'bout her shirt?

She's not gonna buy that.

Mother, what do you want?

I've been applying for jobs,
so if anyone calls

and asks about my time
as a flight attendant in 1974,

tell them I'm why they called it
"the friendly skies."

Why are you looking for a job?

Valley Hills
is turning out to be

more expensive than I thought.

Apparently,
the "all you can drink" package

doesn't mean "all I can drink."

Well, that's why
Carter and I like Red Lobster.

"Unlimited Cheddar Bay
Biscuits" means

unlimited Cheddar Bay
Biscuits, bitch.

I'm confused. I thought
you had plenty of money.

Yes, but with inflation,

it makes it harder
to maintain my lifestyle.

My financial advisor says I
should give up my country club.

That's the problem
with your generation.

You kids want everyone
to be as poor as you are.

Well, what kind of job
are you looking for?

I know there are life coaches,
are there life critics?

Well, I'm looking
for something...

entry-level, maybe in retail.

And if it doesn't work out,

I can always sleep with my boss
and make him buy my silence.

The same advice you gave
at my sixth grade career day.

♪ Me, oh, my, oh, my, oh, me ♪

♪ Nothin' wrong with you
but I'd rather be me. ♪

-Mmm, looks good.
-Yeah.

Now, I know you're skeptical
about vegetarianism,

so I have made two sauces,

one with meat and the other
with meat substitute.

See if you can tell

-which one...
-This one. This one has meat.

Bu-But you didn't even
taste the other one...

Don't need to.
This one has meat.

Meat is good.

He's doing it again.

Oh. Give him a break.
He just had surgery.

Imagine if someone
hacked the ornaments

off your Christmas tree.

- Hello.
- Hey, Sheila.

Mother, can you please stop

entering our apartment
without knocking?

We could be doing the,
you know, electric boogaloo.

Until you're mature enough
to use the word "sex,"

you shouldn't be allowed
to do it.

You want to join us?
This sauce has meat.

It's really good.
Because of the meat.

No, I don't want to interrupt.

We can talk after.

Okay, this is freaking me out.

I'm gonna eat in the bedroom.

Seriously, Marty?

Now I can't eat
in my underwear.

What do you want, Mother?

Oh, no, no, please, finish
your trough of simple carbs.

It's fine.
They'll be better cold.

I applied for over a dozen jobs,
didn't even get an interview.

It's a sad day in America
when no one will hire a woman

just because
she's in her late 40s.

Well, maybe your financial
advisor's right.

Maybe it's time
to give up the country club.

It's really just you eating
lunch with other women

whose faces don't move.

Oh, honey,
these are trophy wives.

We're not eating lunch,
we're drinking it.

And that club
is where I met your father.

We got married there.

And now that he's gone,

it's where I feel
closest to him.

I had no idea.

That's so sweet.

I can't believe no one will

even give me a chance.

Okay.

I've got an idea,
and it's probably stupid.

If it's what I think it is,
it's definitely stupid.

What if you worked at the café?

And there it is.

Really?

Hang on a second, let me swallow
this feeling of dread.

Yeah, it could be fun.

That's what Lincoln said
about the play.

Ooh.

It is about to get real.

Uh-oh, no condoms.

Are you serious?

Let me check under my Bible.

Oh, come on, Lord,
do me a solid.

Dang it!

You can turned water into wine,

but you can't turn
this ChapStick into a condom?

How are we out?
You love buying 'em.

You even peel the sticker off
and demand they do

a price check over the speaker.

Well, what's the point
of having sex

if you can't let all your
friends at ValuMarket know?

I'm sorry, baby.

I know how much you wanted
all of this.

Why are we still messing
around with condoms, anyway?

Maybe I should just
get back on the pill.

You hated that.

It messed with your hormones,
made you gain weight.

Although that extra junk
was perfectly arranged

in your trunk.

Maybe we should talk about
getting a vasectomy.

Wow, that's a huge step.

Well, I know
I don't want another kid.

I mean, you haven't
changed your mind, have you?

No. I mean, I like kids,

but I'm happy
with the way things are.

Plus, I already
have a child in my life.

Don't call me a child
just because I like cartoons,

water balloon fights,
baby shampoo,

the circus and SpaghettiOs.

I was talking about CJ,

but you do still clap whenever
you see a train going by.

Yeah.

Little man is the best thing
that ever happened to me.

It'd just be tough
to do it again at my age.

I mean, I can't learn the slang
of another generation.

I just learned "skrrt!"

So, it sounds like
we're doing the vasectomy.

All right, cool.

Now we just got to figure out
which one of us is gonna get it.

Sheila Silver, it is my great
honor to bestow upon you

this Kat's Café apron.

Wear it in good health,
machine wash cold

and don't try and sell it
on eBay-- it's watermarked.

An apron?

When God gives you
a Lamborghini,

you don't put it under a tarp.

Yes, I like
the way you think, Sheila.

Lady Avenger is gonna love you.

Uh... F-Fine. Fine.

Well, I-I have just declared
today Apron-Free Friday.

So, thank you both
for complying with my policy.

All right, Mother, I have thrown
a lot at you this morning,

but let's have some fun
with the...

Kat's Cat Café employee manual.

I'm not reading that.

Oh, you don't have to read it.

I also recorded it
as an audiobook.

I do all the voices
of the cats.

Like a-a famous Russian
Anna Cat-nokova.

She explains sick day policy.

I can't help but feel
you're wildly

overcomplicating this job.

Oh, really?
Oh, so you think it's easy

to make a medium flat white,
half oat milk, half two percent,

with an extra shot
and a Splenda, finished off

with a signature foam cat face?

Gordon Ramsay, if you ever
want to do a show about coffee,

I'm on Fox, you're on Fox,
let's make it happen.

I can make cocktails
in my sleep.

I think I can handle this.

Seriously, I have woken up

with a perfect martini
in my hand.

That's when the doctor
cut off my Ambien.

Hey, I have to duck out
a little early today

to go to the doctor with Carter.

Mm, use personal day,
does not count as sick day.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's just a consultation
for a vasectomy.

I just want to be there
so I can see his face

when he finds out
exactly what that is.

Wow, pulling the trigger
on a vasectomy.

Well, I guess not pulling
the trigger so much

as, like, unloading the gun.

Yeah, Carter doesn't really
want to have any more kids.

And what do you want?

Well, I guess I always thought
I would have kids,

but my life just
turned out different,

and Carter and I
have a good thing going.

Good for you.

Children add nothing
to your life

you can't get from
a good magazine subscription.

Mmm. This is really good.

But, uh, the foam art doesn't
look anything like a cat.

That's because
it's a middle finger, boss.

Excuse me,
could I get a straw?

Oh, you don't want one.

They're all paper.

My daughter thinks
she's saving the planet

by ruining
your drinking experience.

Feel good knowing that
you are protecting

the delicate ecosystem
of the ocean.

But she's right-- suck fast,
they turn to mush like that.

What up, Kat?
I grabbed your mail.

If your ValuPak is missing
the Souplantation coupon,

I hear that's been
happening a lot.

Oh, hey.

Postcard from Phil.
Max, your turn.

Oh, look, they're in Australia.

"G'day, y'all!"

"Jalen and I made friends
with the fellas

"from Thunder Down Under,
so we decided to visit.

"Max, we showed 'em
your picture, and you have a job

if you ever want one."

Ooh, Thunder Down Under.

I'd like to get a look
at their didgeridoos.

"Tell Sheila their didgeridoos
do not disappoint.

Send my love
to Carter and Randi."

Aw, I miss Phil.

He said my name first,
he likes me more.

-Did he say anything about me?
-Uh, yeah, take a look.

Oh. Uh, "Kat,
send my last paycheck.

"These boys from down under
don't want to see me

in the same thong every night."

Oh, babe, we should get going.

-Oh. Good luck.
-Ooh, yeah.

And after, I was thinking
we can grab dinner

from Souplantation.

Sadly, I do not have a coupon,
so it will cost us full price.

Aw.
Who's this new guy?

Uh, I have no idea,
he's not one of ours.

Oh, I saw him
wandering around out back,

and he looked kind of pathetic,

so I figured he'd fit right in.

Wait, you just found a stray cat

and threw him in with gen pop?

You can't do that.
We have quarantine protocols.

Well, how am I supposed
to know that?

It's page one of the employee
manual, also track one.

Whiskers McGee,
the Irish cat, sings:

♪ Don't take in a stray,
until they get a spray ♪

♪ They've got bugs and germs
and sometimes worms ♪

♪ So give it
three or four days, meow. ♪

Oh, man. They should have these
at Souplantation.

Boom, got my turkey chili.

Boom, hitting
the garlic bread station.

Boom, back at the table.

And then boom, eating alone.

Hello, Carter, Randi.
Good to see you again.

Hi, Dr. Colman.

Uh, can you tell him
what a vasectomy is

and who has to get it?

Wait, hold on.

All right, we good.

Well, actually,

before I refer you
to a urologist,

I'd recommend one more test.

-Okay, here comes the upselling.
-Mm-hmm.

You are worse than my weed guy.

If it's half-off, neither
one of us wants it, Reggie.

No, I noticed your father
had colon cancer

and your blood work
came back with some things

that I want to follow up on.

Oh, Lord, is this how I go?

I'm too young to die!

Randi, you better not
fall in love again.

I don't want that for you.

Okay, relax,
you're not gonna die.

Oh, I swear to God,
I will haunt your fine ass.

Doctor, what's going on?
Is it serious?

We just want to be
on the safe side.

I'm referring you to Dr. Monroe
for a colonoscopy.

Aw, hell no.

I don't even like getting
my regular picture taken.

I understand your concern,
but this is a simple,

outpatient procedure.

And I'm sure Reggie
can help with your recovery.

Easy for you to say.

You're not the one getting the
camera shoved down his throat.

-Actually the camera goes...
-No, no, no.

Don't ruin the surprise.

Excuse me, I've been waiting
20 minutes

for a vanilla latte.

Right, sorry.
I'm not ignoring you.

You are
a very valuable customer.

I just, I completely forgot
all about you.

Hey, you feel like
Mexican for dinner?

I think I can twerk my way
into a family pack.

Um, I'd really rather
you clean some tables,

maybe change the litter,
and I have seen you twerk,

it's, like, worth maybe
a veggie taco at best.

Well, where's Sheila and Randi?

Uh, Randi's with Carter
and my mother is MIA.

Fine.
But for the record,

my milkshake brings
all the girls to the yard.

Ooh, I'm just in time.

Mother, where have you been?

You left for lunch
over two hours ago.

I was working.
Your coffee vendor, Arturo,

came in earlier
and I took him to lunch,

lunch turned into drinks,
and drinks turned into

he's taking me salsa dancing
next weekend.

Uh, how is that "working?"

It's called the art
of the schmooze, darling.

If I tickle his beans,
you'll get a discount on yours.

I did not hire you
to date the coffee vendor.

How much of a discount?

Where do you want these?

Um, you can just put 'em...
Uh, wait...

Why are you itch...
Why am I itching?

Oh, my God, is that a flea?

A flea?!

W-We don't have fleas, Brandi.

'Cause if we had fleas
I'd be itching

my leg and my arm
and the back of my neck,

but look, it's...
I'm fine. Nothing.

And then there's your latte.
There you go.

It's on the house.

Oh, God.

How are you not itching?

Between the gin and the Botox,
I can't feel a thing.

Look at this. I was reading
this article. It says

one of the signs of colon cancer

is passing
excessive amounts of gas.

I think I had this
since I was a kid.

Okay, you got to stay off WebMD.

This is like the time
you had a cyst on your shoulder

and convinced yourself
you were growing a second head.

Yeah, but when it popped,
I felt like I lost a brother.

Carter Two never
got to see the ocean.

You're worrying about bad news

that you're probably
never gonna get.

Yeah, but you don't
know that, Randi.

I mean, it runs in my family,

like great hair and a smile that
makes people want to hug me.

Just because something
runs in your family

doesn't mean
you're gonna get it, too.

I mean, look at my sister--
she ugly and I'm hot.

I just can't stop
thinking about my dad

and everything
that he went through.

I can't get sick, Randi.

I got too much I want to do.

Teach CJ how to drive.

Dance with you at our wedding.

We're supposed to grow old
with each other.

And we will because
they're not gonna find anything.

And if they do,
we're gonna deal with it

like we deal with
everything else: together.

Yeah, I guess.

No, look at me.

I love you.

And I'm gonna take care of you
no matter what.

Thank you, baby.

Uh-oh.

What's going on?

Laxative's kicking in.

Hey phone, play ocean sounds
really loud.

Do we really have to do all of
this just 'cause of some fleas?

Yes, we have
a very strict protocol.

This is a Code Meow.

We're gonna
disinfect everything,

deflea and isolate
Kitten Kaboodle--

that's right, I named him.

Do we have any more garbage bags
for these pillows?

Oh, no, those are fine,
I already vacuumed them.

Oh, this is not flea-related.
They're just ugly.

So far, I have found a dozen
fleas and a cigarette butt.

This cat has seen some things.

Don't blame K.K.
for all of this.

It's not his fault.
Is it, Mother?

Mm.
I'd say the fault lies with

whoever had the brilliant idea
to combine a café

with America's
least favorite pet.

Mm-mmm.

For your information,
there are 58 million pet cats

in America, and that number
is probably underreported

because some very normal ladies
are ashamed to admit

how many they have.

That's a good point.

Sometimes I'm ashamed to admit
I have a daughter.

Oh, yeah?

Dad said Marci Connor's boobs
were nicer than yours.

All right,
let's-let's all calm down.

-Let's take a deep breath...
-No!

I've had it up to here
with your attitude.

Ever since I hired you,
you've been undermining me

and insulting me nonstop.

I thought that was our thing.

What am I not getting?

What you're not getting
is that when you're here

I'm not just your daughter,
I'm your boss.

I would appreciate you
treating me with respect.

I'll treat you with respect

when you've done something
to earn it.

You know I hired you
as a favor, right?

How am I supposed
to take you seriously?

You're literally
dressed as garbage.

Okay, that does it.
You're fired.

-What?
-That's right!

And no exit interview.

You'll never know
what pluses and minuses

you brought to this team.

What are you looking at?
You're next.

I don't even work here.

That's it! You're gone!

Carter.

Baby, wake up.

We only have 15 more minutes
left on free parking.

If you don't get up,
it's gonna be four dollars.

Oh. I'm up. I'm up.

Well, I have good news for you.

The doctor didn't find anything.

Oh. So, no cancer?

Thank God.

Yep, you have
a clean bill of health.

So looks like I'm stuck
with you forever.

You're so good to me.

I don't deserve you.

Oh, so the anesthesia
is wearing off.

You're thinking straight.

I never met anyone like you.

Aw.

Maybe this is
gonna sound crazy...

What would you think
if we did start a family?

What?

I thought you didn't want to.

I know.

But after
going through all this,

seeing how sweet,
caring and loving you are...

...it made me think
how lucky a kid would be

to get to call you Mom.

Carter.

But only if you want to.

Okay.

We'll talk about it.

Great.

So, postpone the vasectomy?

Aw, damn, too late.

I told them to do it
while you were under.

What?
But we didn't agree

which one of us
was gonna get it!

What are you doing?

I'm working.

The cats are fed,
the pastries are stocked,

and Arturo
is one tasteful nude away

from giving you ten percent off
your next coffee order.

Uh, I'm pretty sure I fired you,

and based on the number of times
that I listened to

"Boss Bitch" afterwards,

I was feeling
really good about it.

After I went home,

I got a call from
one of the jobs I applied for.

They asked me
what kind of employee I was.

I said I was reliable, punctual,

a team player, hardworking.

Were you applying
for a job at the firm of

Liar, Liar and Pants on Fire?

That's just it.

When I was younger,
I was all those things.

I mean, I was a working woman

in a time when it was very hard
to be taken seriously.

And I took pride
in showing the world

that pretty girls
could contribute, too.

I was just as good
as any of those uggos.

Yeah, life certainly is stacked
against the beautiful.

Thank you.

But the point is

I realized I hadn't been
that kind of employee for you.

And that made me feel...

Guilty?

Ah, I'm not sure.
This is all so new.

You did do me a favor, and
I didn't treat you very well.

You started this cat café

and made it last three years,

which seems both impossible

and worthy of my respect.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

You're not just my daughter,
you're a business owner.

And, dare I say it,

a boss bitch.

Well, in that case...

Welcome back.

I already called you
a boss bitch.

Don't make me
call you a bitch, boss.

♪ All these little ...
need to stay up out my mix ♪

♪ Every time they see me out ♪

♪ All my diamonds
make 'em sick ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm still serving,
they know I'm a pharmacist ♪

♪ All these people wanna be me,
tryna study my technique ♪

♪ I don't gotta flex
on these ..., they go notice ♪

♪ I ain't choose this life,
lil' ..., I was chosen ♪

♪ In and out the bank, now
they think my money stolen ♪

♪ And I'm weighing so much pack
got the ... scale broken ♪

♪ Big boss ...
so the opps be so jealous ♪

♪ I'm-a keep eating,
that why these ... anorexic ♪

♪ Ain't no falling off
'cause I'm way too connected ♪

♪ What I spent on my necklace is
what I made before breakfast. ♪

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