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I love show business!

Do bankers or doctors
get a breakfast tent?

No, suckers.

This croissant is heaven, right?

Hey, this is Craft services for the cast

and crew of The Good Wife only.

We're both.

He's a grip, and I'm playing the judge.

Oh god, oh, come on, guys.

This is what it's come to,

stealing food from Julianna Margulies.

Yeah, well how else am I
supposed to feed myself?

It's Christmas re-run season.

I don't have any recap money until January

when The Bachelor starts up again.

I know, my tips are crap.

The cafe is dead.

I'm worried I'm not gonna be able

to pay the band for our show.

I know, we have to figure something out.

I think I'm gonna get some
money from my brother.

Gary's wife went to Israel

because of course she did,

so now they're gonna pay me

to pick up their awkward daughter

and take her to her Latin
tutor a few times a week.

Well, why should gentiles be the only ones

roped into Christmas family bullshit?

Why are there still so
many drunk Santas around,

isn't Santa Con of a one day thing?

It was.

They made it a week so that New York

could fleece bar crawlers

for even more of their dirtbag money.

Fucking DiBlasio!

I know, right?

Fuck him!

I like his wife.

She's cool.

Asshole!

What the fuck?

Why can't things be
easier for us, you know?

Why do we have to be
miserable all the time?

I know, what will it take for us

to experience joy during this,

the most magical time of the year?

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It's okay, Matthew.

You can't ruin my favorite tradition

with one mistake.

I thought that secret Santa meant

I tell a secret to the
person whose name I picked.

Which is why you now know
about all the things

I'd like to do on J.K. Simmons.

I sure do.

Baby, you wanna reveal whose
secret Santa you are?

It was Billy.

Yeah, I figured once I unwrapped my gift

and saw that it was an old In Touch Weekly

with your hair salon's address on it.

You love all that celebrity shit.

Just say thank you, God.

Thank you.

Only 25 things I didn't know

about Melissa Gorga can save this day.

Oh, and look, celebrity
gay dads, how cute.

Yeah, Neil Patrick Harris,

Ricky Martin, Perez Hilton,

and Denis O'Hare take their little kiddos

to My Dancing Divas dance
studio in Tribeca.

I love Denis O'Hare.

A sentence I didn't
expect to hear from you.

He's in that new Marvel movie.

Yeah, the Bryan Singer one.

Bryan Singer, another gay dad.

Boy, these gay dads have a
lot of high-profile gigs.

Oh yeah, it's the gay dad mafia.

I mean, that dance school is the center

of show business in New York right now.

You can practical smell Alan Cumming

looking for a surrogate.

Honey, why don't you close up?

Matty and I are gonna go hat shopping,

just to be whimsical.

And I'll get the tree.

Billy, you can come with.

Oh actually, I was gonna see if you guys

wanted me to work an extra shift tomorrow.

Look around, Billy McGoo,
restaurant is dead.

Come on, Matty.

Oh, hey, Billy, if you need some money,

have you thought about a career

- in the entertainment industry?
- Shut up, man.

No, no, no, I hear The
Mysteries of Laura is hiring.

Maybe one of their mysteries can be

why don't cute pants come in Billy's size?

You know what, Matthew,

I'm starting to think maybe
Kirk Cameron is right.

About what?

About the fact that you're too gay.

Okay.

I'm sorry about the shift tomorrow.

It's all right,

I have to pick up my stupid niece anyway.

I think I have an idea though.

Who the fuck are you talking to, Billy?

Ah, there you are.

Would you object to my fucking

some rich guys for money?

Now hear me out.

Not yucky prostitution
like in Leaving Las Vegas,

adorable prostitution
like in Pretty Woman.

Noodles, my parents are here, remember.

Happy holidays, Julie!

Ace, Bunny, is it Christmas already?

Seems like you guys were just here.

Sometimes I feel like
it's always Christmas

and you're always here.

Julie, we were just
saying you must join us

on our next Connecticut vacation.

That was last year.

We caught a marlin off our schooner,

with a badminton net.

It's true.

Rubberplant, my parents were just saying,

that while they're here,
they're going to renew

their wedding vows at the Elk Club.

Oh, that's sweet.

But isn't that a little
sentimental for you guys?

Well, the vows are plain and factual.

We don't wanna be rude.

So how's your Hanukkah, Julie?

What?

Oh, Hanukkah, yes.

Thank you for asking.

It's okay.

I have a show coming up,

which I'm excited for,

and I'm a little stressed out

because I'm short on cash.

We're trying--

figure that out.

What's wrong with your parents?

Are they having seizures?

You know that my parents can't tolerate

any talk of money or feelings.

But I have none of one and
so many of the other.

Can you ask your mother?

Yeah, if I want to be
emotionally blackmailed.

Last week she took me grocery shopping,

and now I have to pay it back to her

by tagging along while she
buys herself more clothes.

Yes, well, if your family had a motto

for its coat of arms it
would be, "Quid pro quo".

Yes, and the coat would
be from Loehmann's.

- Julie.
- Yes.

You wanna hear an embarrassing

story about Arthur?

Sure.

One time he ordered a Malbec.

So thanks again for the loan,

and I'm sorry I had to ask for money

two times in one month.

It is a lot of money, Julie.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

No, I told you.

Billy and I have a big
show at the Cutting Room,

and we have to hire a full band.

Musicians are not like comedians.

You actually have to pay them.

They have a skill.

Can you bring this to the register please,

in my size in every color.

Do you have a dress for the show?

Let me get this for you.

Owning one pretty dress won't kill you.

Why are you burning through money

like it's a California forest?

It's Christmas, Julie.

It's suicide season,

AKA ka-ching city.

All right, I don't wanna be coarse,

but it is that time of year

when everybody gets down

and then they wanna kill themselves.

Well, could you blame them?

Think of all the time

they're spending with their families.

So I'm inspired by Uber

and I've begun peak surge pricing.

Really?

And you have no guilt about that?

About being available for my patients

when they need phone sessions?

No.

I'm helping.

I'm just helping at a higher rate.

Okay, I got to go.

I have to go downtown and rehearse.

We have barely spent any
time with one another.

All right, how about tomorrow?

Would you stop by the book club?

With all due respect, I'm
not really interested

in Phyllis Scopneck's take on Gone Girl.

Fine.

Then I guess I'll see you

the next time you need money.

Mom, that's not fair.

Look, I'm sorry I'm not successful yet

in my field of choice,

but I appreciate your help.

Not enough to spend time with me.

I can't do this anymore.

I'll get a job.

Hello, Richard.

This is a fine time for a phone session.

It is 2.7 times higher than
my normal rate though.

Is that okay?

Uncle Billy, why are we here?

This isn't Latin class.

Tal, listen to me.

Latin will not make you cooler.

This is a better option.

Look around.

There are A-list gay dads everywhere.

So, because you believe
there's a gay dad mafia,

I have to pretend to be your daughter

and take a dance class?

Yes, for my career.

If I skip Latin, I'd
have to lie to my dad.

That's even cooler.

Come on, let's go.

I'm going to sign you up.

I'll do this for you

if you help me get a makeover.

A makeover.

Who taught you about gay men?

We're not all invested in
making women look better.

I don't care.

I want spa services.

My sister's always the one

getting felt up at Bar Mitzvahs.

I'm sick of being the smart one.

Well, for what it's worth,

we don't call you the smart one.

Please.

All right, fine, maybe after class

we can start with an eyebrow wax

as a point of entry.

I'm going to call Julie.

Hi, sorry to bother you,

but my niece needs to get an eyebrow wax

so that I can join the gay mafia.

I could give you the name of my salon,

but I don't think they
wax children's eyebrows.

Listen, hey, I got to go.

I've never said this
before, but I'm at work.

Do these pants have any parabens in them?

You know they're linking
those to autism now.

Ooh, you don't look autistic to me.

What face am I making?

I don't have to tip you, right?

I only have hundreds

until my au pair gets
back from Balducci's.

My roommate in college used
to do, not prostitution,

but, like, she'd dress up and guys would,

like, jerk off in front of her.

Anyway, she'd find clients in Balducci's.

Isn't that funny?

Like, walking around the aisles.

This is taking longer

than getting a good table at Le Bernardin.

Ah, good one.

You like movies?

You ever seen Capturing the Friedmans?

Let me tell you about it.

There's this guy in Great Neck,

and he used to teach computer classes.

Can you wrap while you're doing this?

I guess so.

There was this family.

They were the Friedmans.

Everybody wanted to go and meet them.

Arnold taught a computer class.

But everybody didn't know

that he was a child molester.

Julie, this is not working out.

Come on, no, I really need this job.

I need a gift wrap girl who doesn't need

to summarize the plot of a documentary

about a child molester.

An alleged child molester,

I told you that.

Arnold definitely did it.

But Jessie's probably not--

Are you serious?

I'm sorry, all of our dance classes

are booked solid with a
three-year waiting list.

It's just that things have
been really hard on us

since my lover got deported to, um--

to Boko Haram.

I'm sorry, did you say

you were looking for a dance class?

Gail, can't we make room for--

What's your name, dear?

Oh, Billy Epstein.

SAG-AFTRA.

Tal, and I miss my dad's
lover Carlos so much.

He wanted me to dance.

If they're with you, Doug, she's in.

They are.

Welcome to Dancing Diva, kiddo.

She's adorable.

So, did you adopt?

Oh, God no, I used a surrogate.

Real skinny one too.

I said, "Give me the
skinniest woman you have,

I want to ruin her body."

But Keira Knightley wanted
to have her own child,

selfish bitch.

Look, my daughter scam
is already paying off.

First day in the class she meets a kid

with a connection to Ryan Murphy,

and get this, after American Horror Story,

he's doing American Comedy Story.

Of course that's his next move.

God bless Ryan Murphy.

Jessica Lange is playing Phyllis Diller.

Thank God.

And I'm gonna play Howie Mandel.

My God, that sounds worse than Freak Show.

You have to be on it.

I'm going to have Tal put me on tape

and she's going to give the tape

to the casting director,

who's going to give it to Ryan Murphy.

How's your job?

Well, today I learned how to make

an origami swastika

just to jazz up my gift wrap game.

Oh that's nice.

And then I was fired.

What?

How do you deal with your day job?

I mean, you hate people as much as I do.

I mean, you know, beats
working in an office.

You're going to have to
eat shit no matter what.

It's just about figuring out

what type of shit you want to eat.

But eating shit sucks.

Only dogs like eating shit,

and that's a bad example
because dogs are the best.

I'm not saying that you have to live

in an apartment as small as mine.

I'm just saying that, you know,

you can probably stand
to save a little money.

Even the band has a second job.

They sell Molly.

By the way, Ted, you owe me some change.

Oh hey, did you give
that girl my audition?

I didn't sit through eight takes

of you trying to blow up a surgical glove

with your nose for nothing.

Excuse me, that was hilarious.

It was worth it.

Okay, good news.

Jaden Patrick Harris had

some bad edamame this afternoon,

and now she can't stop puking.

Oh, that is good news.

No, the good part is I get to fill in

as the lead role in
tomorrow night's recital.

Wow, that's amazing.

I'm sorry, I wish I could come.

I have my Cutting Room show with Julie.

If you can't take me, then I can't go.

I have to have an adult sign me in,

and my dad doesn't know
anything about this.

I don't know what to tell you, Tal.

I have a show with Julie, you know.

It's important.

It's my career.

What are you doing?

Excuse me, are you crying?

Please don't cry here.

What if someone sees you?

You're going to embarrass me.

Tal, stop making this about you.

I hope you can live with yourself.

Excuse me, I love living with myself.

I'm a very good roommate.

I refuse to feel bad about this.

This is my career, Tal.

Stop crying or those eyelash extensions

I bought you are gonna fall off--

Oh, my phone!

I can't believe they're letting

Tal dance Jaden's part.

She's so weird.

She probably won't even show up anyway.

God, I hope not.

Ice rat, we're home.

Don't mess up my piles.

What are you doing?

Since I lost my job,

I'm downsizing some creature comforts

based on Billy's suggestion.

So, I'm selling some of my stuff on eBay.

But this is my stuff.

Actually, that sweater
on top, that's mine.

Oh, Reginald, don't be rude.

Who's Reginald?

I thought you were Ace.

Yes, well, my father goes by Ace,

but he was born Reginald.

To his father, Talbot,

whose first name is Cappy,
but Trip for short.

Wasps.

Where are you guys coming from?

We had a run-through of our ceremony.

- Read her the vows.
- Let's see.

"Bunny, you have been
my wife for 40 years.

Today we are renewing our
vows at the Yale Club.

We are married again, still."

Great job, Dad.

I'm moved.

40 years.

Another, yeah.

More eggs.

And gin.

Sure thing, Santa.

Something wrong, ten words or less.

No.

- Well...
- Oh, shit.

I have a 12-year-old niece

that I take to this dance class.

And she got the lead in her recital.

But the recital is the same night

as my show with Julie.

So now she can't do the recital

because I have to do my show.

All of a sudden there were tears,

and there's crying.

I don't need this shit.

I didn't even know you had a family.

Now I feel sad.

Yeah, that's guilt, stupid.

Is it too late to fix it,

or are you going to screw it up

the way you screw everything else up.

I could change my plans,
but what about my show?

What about your show?

You know, the only person

I ever see you with is that ginger witch.

You see me every day and
I don't even like you.

If you don't fix things with your niece,

you're going to end up
alone like that guy.

In like, three weeks.

♪ Mama's little baby call Santa, Santa ♪

♪ Mama's little Santa
like eggs and gin ♪
♪

Hey, I have some big news.

Me too.

I'm still broke.

I can't hold a day job.

I can't keep taking money from my mother

because I'm sick of being told what to do.

The only thing keeping me

from completely losing
my shit is this show.

Okay, your turn.

I can't do the show tonight.

You're telling me that you
can't do our show tonight?

The one that's in six hours?

The one that I wrapped
presents to pay for?

I know, please don't jump off a bridge.

Boy, it really is suicide season.

A bridge?

Honestly, I'd probably use pills.

Really, I always thought
a belt and a chair

was the way to go.

Yeah, but then they'd say
you were jerking off.

Yeah, but then they could say,

"He died as he lived."

Billy, the show is a big deal.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know, I made Tal
take that dance class,

and now I have to go to her recital.

You know Tal.

She's us at that age.

She has a lifetime of cyber bullying

and Saturday nights alone ahead of her.

This might be her one big night.

Fine.

We'll cancel the show.

I don't have anything
to wear to it anyway.

I sold most of my clothes on Craigslist.

You're using Craigslist

for something other than anonymous sex?

I know.

This time of year really shows

you how low you can sink.

I thought The Good Wife
was better than this.

Say what you will about
equity partner Alicia Florek.

She's an awfully good wife.

You can say that again.

That Peter Florek, though,
he's a bad husband.

Mom?

Don't worry, I took a Claritin

because of the dogs.

I have a taxi waiting because
of the neighborhood.

Look.

I bought you that dress.

Oh, no, no, no, I can't accept that.

Stop it, I don't want anything in return.

I just want you to look
pretty for your show.

Oh, thank you, Mom.

That's very sweet, but it doesn't matter

because there is no show anymore.

Billy backed out.

Oh no, is he okay?

He must feel terrible.

Is that a loofah?

You should not exfoliate.

You know you have irritable skin.

No, Mom, it's not skincare.

It's dinner.

I'm trying to save money.

Oh, Julie.

You know that I think that Arthur

is a perfectly sweet man

for a functioning alcoholic.

But have you ever considered
marrying somebody

that doesn't work for Public Television,

then all your money worries would be over.

No, mom, if I marry a rich husband,

he's just going to expect the same things

that you do from me.

I just also have to sleep with him.

What do I expect of you?

Listen, as long as I continue

to take money from you,

I have to let you tell me what to do,

and give me passive aggressive advice

about who I should be.

And I'm sick of it.

I'm not doing it anymore.

I have news for you, Julie.

Even if you didn't take a cent from me,

I'm still going to give you advice,

because that's who I am,

and that's what I do,

because I'm your mother.

So, I can't escape the
shackles of our dynamic

even if I do pay my own way.

Well, I wouldn't say--
is that The Good Wife?

Wait a minute, I think I'm onto something.

I've painted myself into a corner.

If I can't marry rich,

take your money, or tolerate a day job,

I have no choice but to
earn a living in comedy.

How can you see that
screen with all that dust?

You know what, I'm going
to do that show tonight

with or without Billy.

Julie, that's you on television.

Oh my God.

It's a sign.

Get in the cab, I'm saving Christmas.

What happened to your show with Julie?

I'm not doing it.

I don't want to end up some
drunk Santa at a Santa Con

singing his own lyrics
to Shortening Bread.

Let's go.

Hey, Dad, there's been a Latin emergency,

and Uncle Billy's taking us to the city.

Bye!

Come on, and you better
be good at this recital.

If you miss any steps,

I'm telling everyone
you're not my daughter.

I don't want any stupid Abigail Breslin,

Little Miss Sunshine bullshit.

You used the word "trapped",

could you speak about that some more?

I'm here.

Yes.

Oh I've been listening
to everything you said.

I just think the repetition

would be beneficial for you.

Ma'am, we're at The Cutting Room.

My daughter's show doesn't start

for another ten minutes.

Go around the block another time.

I'm saving lives and making money.

Hello.

Well, your father sounds like a monster.

I mean your mother.

Thanks for coming out tonight, guys.

This last thing was going to be a duet,

but Christmas is full of surprises.

♪ Abandoned on Christmas ♪

♪ Is a rite of passage ♪

♪ Neglected, dejected ♪

♪ You're left out again ♪

♪ I know it's basic to
be bitter on Christmas ♪

♪ But I don't need a holiday ♪

♪ To flex my bitterness ♪

♪ What's really basic ♪

♪ Is to be bitter just once a year ♪

♪ I know it's lame
to be a bitch about Christmas ♪

♪ But consider all the minutes
that I spent perfecting it ♪

♪ Why should bitter take a holiday ♪

♪ My bitterness is a year-round policy ♪

♪ Like being lonely
on Valentines Day ♪

♪ Or dressing up like a
slut for Halloween ♪

♪ I do that shit all year-round ♪

♪ So don't micromanage
when I can be mean ♪

♪ Bitter has a flavor ♪

♪ It's grape by design ♪

♪ Sour grapes make for
the best kind of wine ♪

♪ Bitter is better than most things ♪

♪ Like being naive ♪

♪ Remember the high expectations ♪

♪ You had last New Year's Eve ♪

♪ I know it's basic to be
bitter on Christmas ♪
♪

Oh, my mom never even came to the show.

She was surge pricing her patients

in an Uber that was surge pricing her.

Sounds about right.

I can't believe I've never
been to your apartment before.

Well, it's not exactly set
up for entertaining guests.

It's not exactly set up for standing.

I know you're in your mid 30s,

but I just want to say I'm
sorry your mom cut you off.

Thank you, but I'm not going
to make a whole thing

whining about it like some
privileged white girl

writing from experience.

I'm sorry I missed our show.

It's okay, you had to be there for Tal.

I always thought that if I showed up

for a family member when
I said I was going to,

that's the best way to keep them

out of the entertainment industry.

There's no kinder gesture than that.

And I guess I see myself
in her in some weird way.

I was even more awkward than
she was when I was that age.

I guess I thought if I showed up for her,

she might actually be okay.

Please don't tell me that this Christmas

ends with your heart growing three sizes.

Fuck that.

That bitch stole my part.

- What?
- Did I not tell you this?

No!

She submitted herself to Ryan Murphy,

not my tape, herself.

And she got cast as one of
Paula Poundstone's kids.

Holy shit.

That's a good part.

I showed up for her when
I said I was going to,

and she's still one of us.

God, I love show business.

You know, I have a feeling

that this year's going
to be easier for us.

Yeah?

I wonder what we're going
to complain about.

I have no idea.

It's so exciting.

Merry Christmas, Jules.

Merry Christmas, Billy.

Hey!

I broke in last night

and slept in your bathtub.

What the fuck?

Happy Hanukkah.

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