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I don't understand it. It's not like your mother to drop in at the last
Well, from time to time she conducts surprise inspection tours.
Well, she said she wanted to tell us about an important decision she's made.
Don't tell me she shaved her head again.
She said it was serious.
Emily, every decision my mother makes she thinks is serious. Like when she
painted her kitchen.
She didn't know whether to play it safe and paint it white or just throw caution
to the wind and paint it off white.
Well, what'd she decide?
White. She didn't want to shock the neighbors.
Is there any way to dust dirt?
Emily, just because my mother is a neat nut, that doesn't mean that you have to
be intimidated.
If I were you, I'd pick off that dead leaf.
You think maybe you could help?
It's only one dead leaf, Emily.
All right, what do you want me to do?
Well, for one thing, you could get rid of that newspaper.
Huh?
You think the place looks all right?
I think we did sensational.
Hello, Sonny. Hi, Mom.
Emily. Hi, Mom.
Dad still on his fishing trip? As far as I know.
I haven't talked to him since last week.
Is he catching his limit every day?
Oh, yes. Yes, he always does.
Sonny, your father and I have separated.
Separated?
Separated. What do you mean?
Well, I think we all know what separated means.
Oh, you're kidding, aren't you? No, it's been coming for a long time.
Herb doesn't need a wife. All he needs is someone to clean his fish and...
unsnarl his line.
Mom, what are you saying?
You can't sustain a relationship with fish.
But you've got more than fish.
Of course we have the children, but with the exception of Sonny, they're fully
grown.
My mother and father are separated?
You know, Sonny, you have a very short attention span.
My parents are separated?
Now, I know this is going to be difficult for you, dear.
Children always expect their parents to stay in love, no matter what.
But you and Herb have been together for 47 years.
Your marriage is older than I am.
No, sonny, my mind's made up. Now, I just came over here to tell you this
you hear it on the radio.
Mom.
Won't you stay for dinner?
Oh, no. No, thank you, dear. Tonight I'm going home and do something I've never
had the courage before to do.
What's that?
Paint my kitchen off -white.
My parents are separated.
It appears that way.
Wish you'd gotten her head shaven.
Oh, Bob.
I know you must be upset, but remember once you told me about a baby pigeon you
found when you were a little boy, and you fed it bread and milk until it was
and strong, and then one day it just flew off for a life of its own, and you
felt good because, well, you knew there was a whole world out there waiting for
it.
I never found a pigeon.
I'm going to call my dad.
Are you sure you never found a pigeon?
Positive. Oh, do we have the number for his fishing lodge? It's in the bedroom.
Well, who the hell found that pigeon?
Look at this, Emily. Our postal service is falling apart.
Howard, did you ever find a pigeon?
I never lost one.
I mean, I sent this letter to my brother, and he delivered it to me.
Howard, it was returned to you. You put a 10 -cent stamp on it. Postage is 13
cents now.
Well, it's a bloody outrage.
Bloody? Yeah, I just got back from London.
I mean, what if the letter was important?
What if I had broken my arm and I needed my brother to take care of me?
And there I am, stuck in my apartment.
No way to tie my shoes, and all because of a 13 -cent stamp. Oh, take it easy,
Howard. Watch it, my arm hasn't healed yet.
Mrs. Bakerman, I can't help but sense that you're a little upset with someone.
How could you tell?
Well, you've been here for 45 minutes and the only thing I've heard you mutter
is death to the scoundrels.
I am a bit of a sad sack today.
You want to tell me who the scoundrels are?
My boss is at the supermarket.
I'm almost sure they're going to replace me with a computer.
Working a cash register is all I can do.
And I'm very good at it. A lot of people say I have flying fingers.
Tuna fish, 63.
String beans, 34.
Broccoli, 42.
Milk, 61. Ice cream, 98.
Butter, 82.
I think I get the picture. Squash, 19. Noodles, 34.
Corn, 22.
That will be $4 .48.
That's very good.
And you did it all in your head.
Well, I may be a few dollars off.
You have to understand, Mrs. Beckman, they're not going to replace a human
with a computer because a computer can't say, good morning, have a nice day,
watch your step. Did you pay for that lettuce?
And even if they do replace you with a computer, they'll still need people to
run them, people with flying fingers.
I hope you're right.
I need to work. It's a very good way to earn money.
I'm sure everything will be fine.
Don't bet the farm on it.
Oh, I'm afraid your time is up.
Oh, I hope they don't say that at the supermarket.
Mrs. Beckerman, you live alone.
Could I ask you a personal question?
Sorry, Dr. Hartley, but I don't go out with married men.
No, no, I'd like to ask you what you do for fun.
Go ahead.
What do you do for fun?
I knit.
Sometimes I go to my church socials.
And I have a season ticket to the demolition derby.
Why? Oh, I just happen to know someone who's alone. I was just trying to think
of things to, you know, keep them busy. Who is it?
It's just a close friend.
At the church social, are all the people about your age?
Yes, but everyone's welcome.
And what do you do there?
We dance, eat, and make fun of young people.
Thank you, Mrs. Bigman. My pleasure. And I respect the fact that you don't want
to mention who your close friend is.
It's Carol, isn't it?
Is it a living American?
Yes.
Is it Stubby K?
Is it Stubby K, Bob?
No, Carol, it's my mother.
Oh, Emily told me about your parents' separation. I'm sorry.
You know, it's strange.
I feel guilty about it. Like, you know, it was my fault. I don't blame you.
Thanks, Jerry. That helps a lot.
Well, I mean, I always thought it was my fault I was an orphan.
Yeah, maybe your parents knew how you were going to turn out.
Reception area.
Oh, could it wait a few minutes, Dr. Newman? I'm right in the middle of a
separation story.
Uh -huh.
Certainly. How very considerate of you.
He said, how'd you like to be separated from your job?
Don't say anything while I'm gone.
Anyway, the way I feel about my mom... You said something.
I'm sorry, we'll talk about the weather.
I feel like I've been rained on, Jerry.
I don't understand you, Bob. I mean, here you are, a psychologist, and these
the kind of things you should be able to deal with.
I mean, I really don't know how my mom is going to make it on her own.
Well, when I found my mom, she was alone for 20 years, but she did okay.
Yeah, but my mom's fragile.
So is my mom. She's a delicate butterfly.
Yeah, well, my mom trusts people too much. My mom wears her heart on her
My mom's a good woman.
My mom's the best.
My mom is a saint. My mom's a pope.
Jerry, this is ridiculous. We're arguing about who has the best mom.
It is ridiculous. There's no contest.
Your mom has chopped liver next to my mom.
Hi, honey. Hi, dear.
What's for dinner?
You're not going to like it.
Oh, that sounds promising. What is it?
Corned beef and cabbage.
I hate corned beef and cabbage.
I know you do.
Thanks for making it.
I didn't.
Oh, I get it. Now the colonel has cabbage.
Read the note.
I had a few spare minutes this afternoon, so I cleaned your apartment,
supper, and did the laundry.
No thanks is necessary, love, Mom.
Wasn't that sweet of your mother?
I'm going to have a drink.
Another note.
I wish you wouldn't, love, Mom.
Honey, your mother's only trying to help. She's got a lot of time on her
Emily, she says she wanted to lead her own life. For the past three weeks,
been leading ours.
Well, I finally wrote that scathing letter complaining about the 13 -cent
Boy, heads are going to roll when they read this.
Dear Post Office.
Pretty scathing, Howard.
It has come to my attention that the price of stamps has risen drastically.
It gets scathinger.
If this situation does not change immediately, I will throw a stink bomb
building and or mail you a dead
fish.
It's the and or part that'll keep them guessing.
Cordially, Richard M. Nixon.
Nice letter, Dick. Thanks.
What smells good?
Corn, meat, and cabbage.
Corned beef and cabbage. I love corned beef and cabbage.
Good. I'll set another place.
Emily, we have got to do something about trying to keep my mother busy.
Does your mother like skeet shooting?
No?
Then I can't think of anything.
I mean, we've got to have her make new friends. Get involved with other people.
Yeah, friends are important. I play poker with a bunch of friends every
Mom plays bridge.
Well, that wouldn't make any sense for playing bridge while we're playing
Yeah. Do you want mustard with this, darling?
Oh, thanks, honey.
We have to give my mother a push. Maybe we ought to take her to one of Mrs.
Bakerman's church socials.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Mom.
Yeah, it looks delicious.
Yeah, we got both your notes, Mom.
Three notes in the bedroom.
Could you save me some steps and tell me what it says, Mom?
Think grandchildren.
This is a lot of fun.
Lots of people. Lots of food.
Lots of dust.
You know, the people here seem very nice.
Well, how do we know that? They're strangers.
You know, it's funny, Mom.
People are strangers until you talk to them. Then they're not strangers
That's funny.
No, Howard, I didn't mean it was funny. I meant it was funny.
Well,
I'm ready to go.
My mom said... Sit down. We just got here.
Mom, the reason we brought you here was to make new friends and have fun. I
don't need friends. I have you and Emily.
Mom, make new friends cherish old.
One is silver, one is gold.
Well, I know what you mean, Sonny, but I just don't want to be with people right
now. Everybody keeps asking me, when are you and Herb going to get together
again?
Yeah.
You must be going to hell. Oh, Howard.
Well, I'm sure everything will be all right. I mean, I actually enjoyed my
separation. I mean, I only had to buy half as much food and, well, do half as
much laundry.
And just make up half the bed.
Excuse me for a half minute.
Well, how are we getting on? Oh, fine, Mrs. Bakerman.
Mrs. Bakerman, this is my mom.
How do you do? Hello.
Mrs. Hartley, have you met everybody?
Oh, yes, thank you.
Mom, you haven't met anybody.
I just met Mrs. Bacon and... Oh, well, um... That's Mr. Jackson. He has all his
hair, but he's missing his gallbladder.
Really? You know, you can't tell.
That's Mrs.
Ferguson. She has her gallbladder, but her hair is alpaco.
Really, you can't tell. Looks like a blue hat.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Bakerman. Oh, hello, Howard. How are you?
Well, fine for a lonely man without female companionship. Oh, don't be a
gus. Let's dance.
Sure. Do you do the dip? No, but I made the brownies. Oh, I think
Howard has finally met his match.
Mom, would you like some food?
No, thank you.
Well, I'm hungry.
Well, go ahead. It's you who'll have to be up all night.
Don't you think it's awfully forward of Mrs. Bakerman to ask Howard to dance?
Yeah. He should have punched her out.
Mom, the reason that people come to church socials is to be social.
Hi.
I'm Brian McDermott. Would you like to dance?
No, thank you. Well, could I get you something to eat?
No, thank you. She's afraid she'll be up all night.
They're playing bingo in the next room.
No, thank you.
You've broken my heart. Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you sure you wouldn't like to dance?
Excuse me, she said no, thank you.
Just trying to be sociable.
I guess we showed him. He was just trying to be nice.
She's not your type.
I thought I was here because you wanted me to meet new people.
Oh, I do, but lady people.
At the risk of offending your brother.
I wonder if you'd like to go play some miniature golf.
No, thank you.
I'll take care of this, Sonny.
Yes, thank you.
Wonderful. Oh, does the course have a windmill hole?
The best, and a loop -the -loop.
Oh, see you later, Sonny.
Yes, take it easy, Sonny.
Boy, I never won a prize before.
Lucky you.
You're just jealous because Mr. Jackson and I won the rumba contest and you came
in fourth with the lady with the blue hair.
Bob, I can't believe you're still mad because your mother made a new friend.
Kelly, what do we know about him?
Well, from what I understand... He's a retired investment counselor, fairly
off, a widower with two children. His son, Keith, is in Dartmouth.
The daughter, Cindy, I believe her married name is Watson, is a computer
programmer in upstate New York. Brian likes listening to classical music,
reading, and an occasional game of tennis.
Yeah, but what do we know about him?
Do you want a cookie? No, thank you.
I mean, Emily, I just...
I don't like the idea of my mother running off with the first man she
they didn't run off. They just went to play miniature golf.
Sure, that's how it starts. What comes next?
Real golf.
You sure you don't want a cookie?
I said no.
He's not my mother's type, Emily.
He's old enough to be my father.
That's how old he's supposed to be.
Emily, I think my mother should act her age.
Did you see how much makeup she had on tonight?
Bob, she just had on a little rouge and some lipstick.
She shouldn't wear lipstick. I wear lipstick.
That doesn't make it right.
I don't understand you. First you were upset because you had her on your hands.
Now you're upset because you don't. I mean, what do you want her to do? Lock
herself in a closet?
She has a whole house to roam around in.
Okay, all right. I can see how it's good that Mom has someone she can...
She can go out with.
Someone to play miniature golf with.
Someone to walk her home at night.
Someone she can invite in to have a cup of coffee.
Someone to talk with.
Late into the night.
Emily, what do we know about this guy?
You know how he'll cook you all night?
So the supermarket is going to pay the entire cost of your computer training
program? Yes, and I thought I was going to be fired. I was such a ninny.
I mean, in these changing times, you have to ride with the tide and go with
flow.
Do what the situation calls for.
I beg your pardon?
Go with the flow.
Well, I'm afraid our time is up. I'm expecting my mother.
Oh, I understand that she and Brian McDermott have been spending quite a bit
time together.
Isn't that nice?
Yeah, that's, uh, that's swell.
You were worried about your mother being alone, weren't you?
Yeah.
Even a psychologist can't see the forest for the trees.
Hello, Martha.
Hello. Hi, Mom. How is Big Bad Brian?
Oh, he's just flying.
Just my luck. The real hunks are always taken.
Big... Bad Brian.
Sonny, is something bothering you? Are you eating enough roughage?
No, no, Mom, it isn't that. Mom, what has happened to all the things you've
always taught me? I taught you to eat roughage.
I was brought up to be very proper and conservative.
And you turned out so stodgy.
I really don't know how you got that way, dear.
Guess I got it from Dad.
Sonny, are you upset because I'm seeing a man?
Upset? No.
I hate it.
Sonny, where did you get this annoying habit of interfering in people's lives?
I have a good time with Brian.
He makes me feel important.
Is there anything wrong with that?
No.
How good a time.
Sonny, you're acting like a child.
Well, maybe that's because I am a child. I'm your child, and I'm having a hard
time getting used to the fact that my mother is dating a hunk.
Sonny, I'm going to say something to you that your father has always said to me.
Why don't you dig your own worms and bait your own hook?
Ride with the tide and go with the flow, huh?
Exactly. You know, Sonny, I think we should have an understanding.
Nothing etched in stone, just an informal agreement that Carol can type
we can both sign.
To wit, you won't interfere in my life and I won't interfere in yours.
It's a deal.
Oh, I'm glad, dear.
Now, let's talk about grandchildren.
Bob, can I talk to you?
Jerry, I'm dictating. This will just take a minute, Bob.
Have you heard from your dad?
He's still fishing. Good. I got this plan.
We get my mom a fishing pole and a pair of those hip waders.
Then... She and your dad just happened to meet in the middle of his favorite
mountain fishing stream. The sun is shining, the breeze is breezing. One
leads to another, and he pops the question.
Where'd you ever get hip waders that large?
You just lost your chance to become my brother.
You've made bigger mistakes.
All right, Carol, read the last part back to me, starting with paragraph two.
Subsection C?
Yeah. Uh, party of the first part, hereinafter referred to as mother, will
and desist from calling my secretary to check if I had a well -balanced lunch.
Oh, by the way, Bob, she said that well -balanced lunch should contain roughage.
Subsection D.
With regard to roughage.
In the event that grandchildren shall ever appear on the scene, we will feed
them roughage.
Until that time, bug off.
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