All language subtitles for And Just Like That S01E04 - Some of My Best Friends (NetNaija.com)

(truck beeping)

(light music playing)

(sighs)

(steam hissing)

Yes, I'd like to quickly
confirm a colonoscopy

for Harry Goldenblatt
for Friday at 10.

Sorry, I, I, I feel
like I shouted that.

-Barista: Here you go.
Two nonfat lattes.
-Yes, thank you.

I know, but if we
want to submit to Sundance,
we gotta get moving.

Two nonfat lattes, please.
Thank you.

-Mommy?
-Yes, baby.

(speaking French)

Uh, Gabby just ordered
a croissant in French.

I need to let
her have it, right?
One croissant, please.

-I got you a coffee!
-I got you a coffee!

-(all laughing)
-Charlotte: Hi!

-Freshly brewed.
-Oh.

Look, I know we
only have a minute,
but Charlotte has

a quick update
on the field trip.

Good news on
the Botanic Gardens.

I was able to book
the botany team

that was profiled in
"New York Magazine."

-I love that.
-Wow!

-That is so cool.
-Or I could call my friend

who runs this
state-of-the-art animal
shelter on City Island.

After the tour,
the kids play
with the animals.

(excited chatter)

-Okay, um...
-That'll be fun!

I'm an animal lover, too,

but I did just spend
three weeks chasing
down these botanists,

and they're very
hard to reach.

-One of whom is deaf,
incidentally.
-Of course, I get it.

It was just
a backup idea.

I hadn't heard
from you on this
all week,

so I thought you
dropped the ball.

Oh... (laughs)

Charlotte's never
dropped a ball
in her life.

Check your spam, Deirdre.
The whole chain is there.

I think we should just
lock down the botanists

and save the animal
shelter for another date.

Questions?
No questions.

I'm late.
Have a great day.

(all say goodbye)

How do you do that?

I just pretend I'm talking
to my documentary crew.

-Um, you're the only one
I'd hire back, by the way.
-(Charlotte laughs)

You're also the only
one invited to Herbert's
birthday dinner,

-so, please,
keep it on the QT.
-On the 19th?

Harry and I
are so excited,

and we can't wait
to invite you over soon

to hang out with our
little group of friends.

How about Thursday?
I just had something
fall off my calendar.

Thursday as in the day after
the day after tomorrow?

Wow, that's short notice.
What was I thinking?

-You know what?
-What?

Thursday's fine.
Let's do it.

-How-how does 7 sound?
-That's perfect.

-Okay!
-Okay, I'll see you Thursday.

Okay!

-Oh, and, Charlotte?
-Uh-huh?

-Nothing fancy. It's just us.
-Sure.

Hi... Yes.

Um, I just quickly
need to cancel

a colonoscopy appointment
for Harry Goldenblatt
at 10 AM Friday.

(coffee brewing)

-Morning.
-Morning.

Whoa, Mom,
you reek of weed.

-After all the shit you give me.
-No, I don't.

I just haven't
showered yet.

Miranda, c'mon,
we're all grown-ups.

We know pot
when we smell it.

Yeah, you don't
have to hide it.

Especially
now that it's legal.

Carrie took Charlotte and me
to a comedy concert last night,

and there were a lot
of alternative types

getting high
all around us.
That's all.

Alternative types?
Alternative to what?

(Brady chuckles)

I'm not caffeinated enough
for this conversation.

♪ ♪

(rattling)

(rattling continues)

(hopeful music playing)

♪ ♪

(door bell chimes)

Hey, hey!
Look who it is!
Caroline.

Good morning,
Mr. Kouimelis.

Long time, no see.
Welcome back.

-Dark, no sugar, right?
-Exactly.

(door bell chimes)

-How've you been?
-A-okay.

-How you been?
-I'm good.

You got married.
You left the neighborhood,
right?

Huh.
You like married life?

Well... um...

he died... recently.

Oh no.

Poor Caroline.

He had a heart attack,
unexpected.

The coffee is free.

And here...

-Take a roll.
-Aw... thank you.

(light music playing)

♪ ♪

Carrie:
I thought
he would be there.

I mean, I knew he couldn't be,
but when I walked in the door,

I was thinking
about something else,

and just...
for a second, I forgot.

-I'm selling our apartment.
-Charlotte: Really?

-Are you sure?
-Carrie: Mm-hm.

Because what do they say?
You should never make

a major decision
when you're--

HALT.
Hungry, angry...

Both:
Lonely or tired.

Right. HALT.

Nope, nope, nope.
I am all action.

I gave the Peloton
to one of the doormen,

I contacted a realtor, so...

whew!
Next topic.

-Okay, well--
-Okay.

I am planning
a last-minute dinner party

for LTW and her husband,

and I really want
you both to be there...

but only if you're feeling up
to seeing people, Carrie.

I see people all day long.
I live in a city.

-Sorry.
-No, I'm sorry.
I'm just kidding.

-I'm kidding.
Of course, I'll be there.
-Thank you.

-Miranda?
-Well, I will be there,

unless it's tomorrow night

because I'm having dinner
with my law professor.

Wow, that's, that's quite
a-- quite the turnaround,

I know, right?

I killed it
in class today,

arguing a point
about motherhood

and inequality
in the workplace,

and she wants to talk
about it more over dinner.

Well, that must have
been some argument

if you got a dinner
date out of it.

Hm, I'm gonna order
another one of th--

Should we just get a bottle?

No, no bottle.

-We're, we're fine like this.
-Miranda: Okay.

(upbeat music playing)

♪ ♪

Seema.
That's such
a pretty name.

-It means
"boundary" in Hindi.
-Oh.

Which is hilarious
because I have none.

I need to know more
about this wallpaper.
It's stunning.

-Oh
-Such rich,
interesting colors.

Yes, well, my, um, my husband
wasn't a great fan of beige.

It's gorgeous.
It's all gotta go.

People need to be able
to picture themselves
living here,

and it's hard to do that
with your interesting

brutalist coffee table
screaming, "I'm not you."

-It's gotta go.
-Carrie: Well, do we really--

We really have to do,
like all of it?

Don't we just need to find
a buyer with vision?

Buyers aren't that
complex, Mrs. Preston.

-They're like dogs with money.
-Oh.

-Walk with me.
-Oh, what else would I do?

Lovely.
It's all gotta go.

I know you've suffered
a loss, Mrs. Preston.

-Carrie.
-Carrie. And I can do
this at whatever pace

you're comfortable.
Fast, slow, tomorrow,

-yesterday--
-How's the day
before yesterday?

(chuckles)
And you won't have
to lift a finger.

My movers are brilliant.
They're in and out like ninjas.

They move Picassos,
so your things
are gonna be fine.

Uh, no offense
to your things.

And what's in here?

Okay... this closet--

Seema, wait a second.

I have something
important to say.

No one touches the shoes.

I totally get it.
I've named all my purses.

-Meet Lorraine.
-Oh, how do you do?

This spa bathroom?
Insane.

This may be the first
apartment I sell

with just a photo
of the bathroom.

-Oh, wow.
-You know what could pull
this whole area into focus?

A Peloton.

-What?
-Oh, it's, um...
it's a long story.

I don't know,
maybe for another time.

I'm actually supposed to be
in Midtown in 20 minutes.

Let's go.

I've got enough to talk
to the stagers about.

I'll drop you off.
My driver's right downstairs.

Ooh!

Okay...

-Do you smoke?
-Well, not when
anyone can see me.

-You?
-Used to.

-Another life.
-Seema: Mm-hm.

-Got a cigarette?
-Are you sure?

-I've quit 14 times.
-Just one.

It's been a rough
couple weeks.

Seema: Here.

Thank you.

47th between
5th and 6th, Rocco.

(engine starts)

(light music playing)

-The podcast socials suck.
-Don't mince words, Chloe.

I won't.
Suck, stink, shit the bed.

You all need to post like
your life depends on it.

Che's the only one
consistently pushing.

Yeah, 'cause my life
depends on it.

-And you, Carrie.
-Me?

Chloe:
You didn't have a lot
of followers to begin with,

but you haven't
posted in three weeks.

Three weeks.

This is death
on social media.

Your Instagram is
pretty much a corpse.

Chloe, that's enough, Chloe.
She gets it.

Oh, fuck me, fuck!
I'm so, so sorry.

Chloe, like, read the room.

We don't need
to make it a thing.

I mean, you're being
so insensitive, dude.

-It's fine.
-Jackie, don't make
this about us.

It was fun
while it lasted.

Carrie, girl...
I'm sorry for your loss.

Get your socials up.

Chloe:
See you Friday.

You know what?

(quietly): What is happening?

What kind of person ghosts
somebody they're gonna see

again the next day?
I mean, who does that?

Why don't you wash
your bath towels more
than once a year?

-Fucking kindergartener.
-(Che laughing)

Jackie:
I wash my bath towels,
all right!

Dude, you are so insensitive,
and not just to me.

What you just
said to Carrie--

-Young love.
-Not so young.

-Not so love.
-(laughing)

Oh, man. If that was me
Chloe was goin' off on,

I would've totally
played the death card

just to shut her down.

Oh, I'm saving it
for when she tells me
I have to go back on Twitter.

(laughs)

Don't I have
a colonoscopy
the next day?

Not anymore, you don't.

This dinner is
too important.

Right now,
Lisa and I are mom friends,

but I want us
to be real friends.

And they are
an impressive couple.

-We are gonna
have to bring it.
-Okay.

I invited Carrie
for fashion,

Miranda for politics,

Stanford and Anthony...
gay,

the Shapiros,
the Downeys.

-Bringin' out the big guns.
-Mm-hm.

And I've got room
for one more couple.

-How about the Tates?
-Hmm.

They're sweet, but...

they're just
kind of vanilla.

Oh no.

What?

Everyone I've invited...
is vanilla.

The Wexleys can't be the only
Black couple at the dinner.

They're gonna think we
don't have any Black friends.

Why don't you just ask
the Jenkins in 4C?

The Jenkins!
Yes, yes, I love
the Jenkins, yes!

-We just had that great brunch.
-Two years ago.

But we lost
a year to COVID.

I'm gonna text
her right now.

-Oh, Charlotte, hi.
-Hello, Shelly.

-What a beautiful sweater.
-Thank you.

I just wanted to check in,

and make sure that
you had received

the texts I sent earlier.

I did...
All four of them.

Oh, I thought
I sent two.

You know, I've gotta
get my phone checked.

It just goes
rogue sometimes.

(both chuckle)

So will you be able
to join us for dinner?

Oh, well,
as I said in my text,

-we would love to join...
-Great! Terrific!

but we already have
a dinner Thursday.

Oh, right, but you know
what I was thinking?

Maybe you and David
could pop in before
your dinner for drinks.

You know, just pop in, say hi.

We'll do it another time.

Oh, but we always say

we'll do it another time.

Let's just...
get her done.

I'll tell you what,
you text me

when you know that you
definitely can't come,

and in the meantime,

that is just the most
lovely sweater.

-Where'd you get it?
-J.Crew.

Well, it is just gorgeous.

Have a great rest of your day.

-(locks door)
-(phone chimes)

Charlotte (on phone):
Are you still in touch
with that artist you dated?

Who do you mean?
The performance artist
with the big, juicy ass?

-God no, I forgot about him.
-I didn't. Like two canned hams.

No, I'm talking
about that painter.

Oh, you mean
the hot Black guy.

Anthony, he is more
than just his race.
He is a person...

and, yes, that is who
I was referring to.

I was thinking of
inviting him to
the Wexley dinner party.

LTW has a collection
of African-American artists.

Anthony:
Outta luck, princess.

Stanford lit my old address
book on fire one night.

You want me to ask Juan,
one of my delivery guys?

He's Colombian,
but ethnically ambiguous.

-Goodbye, Anthony.
-Goodbye!

-Deirdre... Hi!
-Oh, hi!

-I was just
gonna text you.
-Oh!

By any chance,
are you and Geoff

free for dinner
tomorrow night?

Who's Geoff?

-Your husband?
-Oh, (chuckles).
It's pronounced "Joff."

-Oh.
-So last minute, but yes.

Lovely.
I'll call Geoff
to make sure.

Charlotte, oh my god,
I'm so sorry.

We can't come
tomorrow night.

My mother-in-law invited
us to the symphony,

and Herbert didn't
tell me till this morning

because as he said,
he didn't wanna hear me

bitch about it all week,
and he's not wrong.

-Of course, I get it.
Mother-in-law drama.
-(Lisa laughs)

Our dinner will happen
when it happens.

No rush at all.

Thank you for understanding.

-We'll talk later.
-Okay!

Okay, Geoff and I
are definitely in
for tomorrow night.

Harry has a colonoscopy
on Friday morning,

and I completely forgot.

See? I'm not crazy.

You do drop balls
every now and then.

You got me.
Apologies to, to Geoff.

(light R&B playing)

♪ ♪

Uh, sir, I'm not tryin'
to be unreasonable,

but that guy who just
left with the doggy bag
came in after us.

-Am I right about that?
-Yeah, I think so.

With the straw hat?
Um, it's Nya Wallace.

7:30, party of two.
Would you check again?

I'm sorry, again.
We have no record of your
reservation in the system.

But, uh, I do have a record
of the reservation right here.

Mm-hm, yeah,
you've shown me that
already three times,

but see, it's
not in my system.

Okay, well, then let's
just ignore the evidence,

and say I don't
have a reservation.
I mean, it's possible.

I've made mistakes
in my life...

uh, most recently comin'
into this restaurant.

(laughs)

What are we gon'
do about it, though?

You know, there are
a couple of cute places
pretty near here.

Miranda,
I'm 37 minutes
into this trial.

-I am not leaving
without a win.
-Got it. Yeah.

One second.

Found you.
You did make
a 7:30 reservation...

-Thank you.
-...at our San Francisco
location.

Should I call 'em
and tell 'em

we're gonna be
a little bit late?

-I'll get to you.
-Okay, thank you. Thank you.

Sateesh, party of two.

I am so sorry.
That was totally not me.

No, that is so,
usually, exactly me.

I'm just so hopped up
on all these, um,
fertility drugs.

Yeah, it's messin'
with my everything.

Oh, okay.
Yeah, I know how
hard that can be.

Wait, you've been
through this?

Waiter:
Water for you ladies.

Thanks.
You have kids?

No and yes.
No to IVF.

Yes, I have
a 17-year-old son
named Brady.

I have a, a good friend who
went through hell with IVF.

-That's how I know.
-Yeah, well, this is
my second trip to hell.

My, uh, first
one didn't take...

which, uh...

is privileged information
between professor and student,

and, as a reminder,
I do have the power
to fail you.

Oh, not, not
unethical at all.

(laughs)
Um...

and so, this is the part
you tell me where
it'll all be worth it.

Counselor, I think you're
leading the witness.

Miranda Hobbes,
are you about to tell me

that motherhood
isn't worth it?

Um... it depends
on the day.

Like today, when my son
called me a bitch

because I sent
his girlfriend home,

and forced him
to do his homework.

-100% not worth it.
-No. No, it's not worth it.

No. (laughs)

Haven't heard that
side of the argument.
(laughs)

Menu for you.

-But if having a baby is...
-And you.

is really what you want--
Thank you.

It will be way more
than 100% worth it.

Great, but I don't need
a hard sell, right?

I'm gettin' that
from society,
from my friends,

my family, uh,
my house cleaner.

-You need a new house cleaner.
-Yeah.

Okay, here's the thing.

I don't know why
I'm tellin' you this, probably
the hormones but, um...

when my last round of IVF
didn't go through...

um...

I felt a huge
wave of relief.

And listen,
my husband and I,
we love our life.

I mean,
nobody's life is perfect,
but, my life...

is really
fuckin' close, right?

But then, I--

I'm also afraid that if
I don't have a child,

I'm gonna
regret it one day.

You know,
the thing about regret

is that having a child
doesn't take it away.

Thank you.

There are always gonna be
these roads not taken, right?

I mean, I--

There was a woman
in my class at Harvard.

Not a Rhodes Scholar.
She never married.
She never had kids.

She's a federal judge now.

-Who goes home
to an empty house.
-God!

There are so many nights

when I would love
to be a judge,

and go home
to an empty house.

Hmm.

And then,
I see my son
and I'm glad.

And then,
I see his dirty underwear
on my kitchen floor...

-No.
-...and I'm mad.

Yeah, I could see that.

-So you can't have it all?
-No... (sighs)

you can.

It's just really fuckin' hard.

Is that your
closing argument?

Your honor...

if this round
of IVF works...

you're gonna love
motherhood every second.

(laughs)
Why don't we get
another round of drinks?

-(laughs) Why don't we?
-Yeah.

Mmm, I'm not very open
to this open house.

"Mad Max" meets
"Dances With Wolves."

-I think I used to date
the guy who lives here.
-Really?

Well, generally speaking,
I feel like back in the '90s,

we all dated
the 50-year-old guy
who lives here.

I'm still dating them.

By the way,
feel free to introduce me

to any available men that
you know with a good heart.

Even if they're
fixer-uppers.
I can flip 'em.

Oh, I bet you can.

So, the motorcycle
inside is for what?

Those quick trips
to the bathroom?

See, this is why you
don't leave your furniture

in your place
for the open house.

-All right.
-Okay.

I'm gonna say goodbye
to the realtor. Poor thing.

-Great place, huh?
-Oh! Oh god.

I'm considering
making an offer.

Recently divorced,
and I'm movin' back downtown!

(polite chuckle)

You look like
a downtown lady.

-You wanna check
out the bedroom?
-Ooh, oh--

-Let's go. We have to eat.
-Oh, we have to eat.

Ooh, (chuckles)
I was about to flee
on the motorcycle.

-Who was that?
-My worst nightmare.

You think that guy was
your worst nightmare?

-Check out this honey bun.
-Mm!

Profile says
he's looking for fun.

-He should be
looking for a shirt.
-(Seema chuckles)

Wait, please.
There's so many more gems.

How many dating apps
are you on?

How much time have you got?

I started back in the day
with OkCupid...

-Uh-huh.
-...which was not okay.
It was like

are you fucking
with me, Cupid?

Then, I moved to Tinder...

where I met the guy
who cried after sex.

Oh, so he was too Tinder.

I just want someone to create
a dating site that's called,

"Here's the man you've
been searching for, Seema."

And you're never married?
Not divorced?

No, happily not divorced.

Well, I think it's
great that you're still
putting yourself out there.

Yes. Well, I am.

Ooh, do you wanna split
the cacio e pepe?

-Mm-hm.
-Mm.

Lisa and Herbert run in
an eclectic, diverse crowd.

-Hmm.
-But... right now,

everyone is talking
about Black literature.

You read the article
I sent you, right?

-Yep.
-So name a few
modern Black authors

-that every person is reading.
-(exhales)

-Sadie Smith.
-Zadie with a Z.

Can't I just say I love
Michelle Obama's book?

I feel like you
are not taking
this seriously.

Charlotte, I've been
talkin' my whole life.

Think I can handle
a little dinner chit-chat.

-Do I need it?
-No.

Harry!

We lucked out when LTW
canceled the other night,

but that was
our wake-up call.

It is unacceptable that
we do not have a more
diverse friendship circle,

so, tonight,
bring your "A" game.

-Oh god,
you're sweating already.
-Can't imagine why.

-Both: Hi!
-Come on in!

Charlotte:
I know you said not
to bring any gifts,

but we had
to bring Herbert
a little something.

-Aww.
-Harry: It's chocolate.

It's really good
with port,
if he drinks.

Oh, he drinks. He has to.
He's married to this.

Oh.

Uh, I have to go
apologize to the chef

for something my mother-in-law
just said about the appetizers.

You all go mingle.

-Harry: Wow!
-Charlotte: Yes,

(indistinct chatter)

Looks like we're
the eclectic and diverse.

Herbert:
Harry, Charlotte.

-Hey! Happy birthday, big guy.
-Happy birthday!

Please, come join us.

Oh, look.
It's Gwen, Leo's mom.

Hi, Gwen!

Hi!
I haven't seen you since
Leo transferred to Dalton.

I'm not Gwen.

But I know who
you're talking about.

This is Lisa's
friend, Shawna.

Anybody read the new
Zadie Smith book?

(door closes, keys jingle)

Carrie (on phone):
Hey, you know that part
in "The Wizard of Oz"

where the movie goes
from sepia to color?

-Miranda: Yeah.
-I'm experiencing
that in reverse.

What do you mean?

Carrie:
My apartment is

totally beige, everywhere.

There's no sign of me.

Sometimes, I look
around this house

and there's...
no sign of me either.

God, it's surreal.

It's like we never lived here.

Our life is just... gone.

I'm so sorry
for you, Carrie.

Carrie:
I know... everyone is.

Maybe that's why I'm drawn
to Seema, my realtor, you know?

When I'm with her,
I can just, um...

you know, pretend like
none of the terrible
stuff has happened.

Well, she didn't know Big.

Carrie:
Exactly.

It's lunch and some laughs,
which is kinda nice.

-Should I be threatened?
-Carrie: Nah, it's probably

more real estate than real.

(clicks light switch)

Oh, hell no.

What?

The Peloton is back.

Okay, I gotta get Big and go.

You don't belong here anymore.

(melancholy music plays)

♪ ♪

(clicks light switch)

-Ah.
-(laughs)

Thank you, everybody.

And what is it
you do, Charlotte?

Oh, um, I-I'm
a full-time mom,

and I'm active
on the Events Committee
at our daughter's school,

and that is how
Lisa and I met.

Lisa and Charlotte
are the Thelma and Louise
of that parent group,

except without the crime spree
and the double suicide.

(all laughing)

Charlotte is
just being modest.

She's not just a stellar mom,
and killing it at school,

she's also on the board
at The Met.

Eunice: Oh!

So, you know art?

Yes, yes.
It's my passion.

I used to run
an art gallery
a long time ago.

My favorite Art
is Art Smith...

-our financial adviser.
-(all laughing)

He told me that
my daughter-in-law there

spent more money
on these paintings

than my husband,
God rest his soul,

and I spent on
our first house.

All due respect, Mother,

real estate
isn't as costly
in the Carolinas.

Charlotte:
I don't know about
Carolina real estate,

but, in terms of art, I can't
think of a better investment

-than what Lisa
has selected here.
-Really?

The Gordon Parks
photographs are amazing,

and the one by
Carrie Mae Weems.

The collection includes
Deborah Roberts,

and, oh, Barkley Hendricks,

and the early work
by Derrick Adams,

which is like owning early
sheet music by Beethoven.

-Oh.
-And then,
my personal favorite

is the Mickalene Thomas
in there.

She did the very first portrait
of First Lady Michelle Obama.

-I loved her book!
-(all laughing)

So, I don't think that
you and Mr. Art Smith

have anything
to worry about.

With the keen eye of Lisa,

the family is
in very good hands.

Yes, we are.

How about some
birthday cake,
and, uh,

-my favorite port
in the den?
-Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Shall we?

Oh, thank you,
thank you, Thelma!

unless you
wanna be Louise.

Oh, no, I am
definitely Thelma.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Just till I can figure out
where you really want to be.

Ah.

♪ ♪

(knocks at door)

-You're smoking?
-Stanford's in Japan?

♪ Go, daddy, go ♪

That's Ashley,

the 17-year-old
Long Island TikTok
star he manages.

She's huge in Asia.

She asked him to go
on tour with her.

(turns off music)

I do not get her,
but then, I'm old, gay...

-and not Japanese.
-Well, fine,
good, sayonara,

but why the dramatic note?

"By the time you read this,
I'll be in Tokyo."

I mean, wh-wh-who is he?
The lost Brontë sister?

He said he couldn't
bring himself to tell you

he was leaving
face-to-face
after Big died.

Right, and a, a note
is so much more

-compassionate.
-Oh, you know Stanny.

He hates to disappoint
people... in person.

Still, you know, if it--
If something good

is happening in one
of my friends' lives,

and I'm, I'm assuming
he considers this good...

I'd wanna know about it.

You know, no, no matter
what is going on in mine.

Good news or bad,
I'd wanna know.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

I got a letter, too.

-He wants a divorce.
-Oh.

I don't get it.
We were so happy.

We had a great time
at your dinner.

-We loved everyone.
-Oh, and everyone loved you.

Thank you so much
for having my back
with Eunice.

You're like
the mother-in-law
whisperer.

-(Charlotte laughs)
-Such a good friend.

Well, I hope so.

I have
a confession to make.

I was really panicked

having you and Herbert
over for dinner

because I realized
you would be the only
Black couple there.

Hmm... that's really crazy

because I was worried
that you and Harry
would be nervous

being the only white people
at my dinner party.

-Did we seem nervous?
-He sweat through his suit.

That's on me.

I pushed him so hard.

I just-- I want to do
everything right.

-Good luck.
-Seriously,

I was so desperate
this week...

I invited Deirdre.

Okay, now you're doin'
the wrong thing.

How'd you get out of that?

I pretended
to drop a ball.

-Took one for the team.
-Mm-hm.

Aww.

Hello? Safe to come in?

Is the open house closed?

-Come on in. Coast is clear.
-I got us some sushi.

So tell me, uh, how did it go
at the "Beige-a-palooza"?

A lot of interest.
One definite,
two potential offers.

I might show it
again next week

just to drive
the interest
up even more.

All right, so, um,
so your magical moving
worked, I guess.

Always does.
Oh, there was
a little mishap.

I was moving a photo into
a drawer and the glass broke.

-Which photo?
-The one on your bedside table.

I must've hit it
on the corner,

and it just shattered.

-Why were you even touching it?
-Well, it was a personal item,

and you were supposed
to tuck it away.

-It is a personal item.
-No, I understand.

-But it's only that--
-You said they move Picassos,
that nothing would get broken.

And, unfortunately, this
was my bad, not theirs,

but it can be fixed.

Only the glass is broken,
the photo's intact,

so I'll just
replace the glass.

You can't just
replace the glass.

That picture was
on his side of the bed.

He touched that
glass all the time.

You-- the, the glass
is not replaceable.

Well... I'm sorry.

Well, you don't
seem very sorry.

You're sitting there,
you know, pretty casually.

You know, "Oh, it just--
We'll just replace the glass.

You know, it's not--
No big deal. No worries."

No worries?
He was the,
the love of my life.

Actually... I'm not
like that at all. I--

Well, that's, that's
how it seems to me.

He's gone, it's broken,
and no one can fix it.

I am very sorry, I am.

I assure you,
I had no intention

of being insensitive
to your situation.

(sighs) Sometimes...

people aren't aware
of how insensitive
they may seem...

and, I guess, today that
could apply to me.

Or to you...
at the restaurant
the other day.

Me?
How was I insensitive?

When we were talking
about me dating, you said
something like--

Well, no, it wasn't
"something like."

I... remember
exactly what it was.
You said...

"Well, it's great you're still
putting yourself out there.

"Well, it's great you're still
putting yourself out there.

"Good for you, Seema,
trying to find yourself a man

to marry after all
those years of no luck."

No, no, that's not
the way I meant it.

You know, I'm sure,
but that's how I heard it.

If I'm being really honest...

maybe you have
a point, Carrie.

Maybe there's
a little part of me

that doesn't feel
sorry for you...

'cause at least you found
the love of your life

and you had him for
many wonderful years,
and in my eyes,

that is something worth still
putting yourself out there for.

I agree.

Would you like some yellowtail?

Is it from the place
on Madison?

(both laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

Carrie:
And just like that...

we began our real friendship.

(bright music playing)

♪ ♪

("If You Got a Problem"
by Joy Oladokun)

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem too ♪

♪ If you're standin'
at the bottom ♪

♪ I'll reach out for you ♪

♪ If you need someone
to lean on ♪

♪ Baby, I can be strong ♪

♪ I will carry you through ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem too ♪

♪ If you leave ♪

♪ I'll come runnin' ♪

♪ And we'll find
a better way ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem too ♪

♪ If you're standin'
at the bottom ♪

♪ I'll reach out for you ♪

♪ If you need someone
to lean on ♪

♪ Baby, I can be strong ♪

♪ I will carry you through ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem too ♪

♪ Everybody needs ♪

♪ Somethin' to believe ♪

♪ If you want you can always
put your faith in me ♪

♪ I don't know it all ♪

♪ But I know how
it feels to fall ♪

♪ With a helpin' hand,
you'll find your feet ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem too ♪

♪ If you need someone
to lean on ♪

♪ Baby, I can be strong ♪

♪ I will carry you through ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I'll reach out for you ♪