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-Hi. -Oh, hello.

-Um, just one. -Sure.

-This way. -Mm.

I was walking by. It looked so interesting.

Yes.

Whoops. Excuse me.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

Here you are.

-Here's the menu. -Oh.

Mm. Uh...

Um...

Oh, hi.

Um, this is my first time here, so I just...

What, do I just tap what I want?

Hmm. What do I want?

What do you like?

Mm.

-Spicy broth. -Uh-huh.

Shrimp. Bok choy.

-Yes, whatever you think. -Pick two.

Pick... pick two what?

Oh. Um...

I have no idea what I just did.

Oh, my gosh.

Um, what is that?

Tommy Tomato. You don't have to eat alone.

It's hard to believe that as a girl,

I didn't know about Ann Lowe, the granddaughter of a slave

who designed Jacqueline Kennedy's

iconic wedding gown.

And I'm not just speaking

as an African-American wedding designer myself.

You got some really great stuff here, Lisa.

Well worth the trip to D.C.

-She's amazing. -Mm.

And an incredible businesswoman, too.

She wouldn't even sign the release

until I agreed to bring all my fashionista friends

to her New York bridal show.

A bridal baller, huh?

-Alright. -Oh!

It's Terry Kirk, your friend

at the Obamas' production company.

She feels that, "Michelle Obama is too well-known

to be a subject in your series."

I... I've been saying that to everyone since May.

Hmm.

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness!

"But she's passing the rough cut

"onto Michelle, and if she likes them,

she'll consider narrating the series!"

Holy shit! We got her!

Maybe! Maybe we got her!

She's gonna love it! We got her!

Come on!

We have to get out of here! We have to get dinner

and celebrate this, come on!

I... I can't go to dinner with you.

Uh, my mother-in-law is arriving tonight.

Okay, well, at least we have time to grab a drink.

-Yes. -Yeah?

We have time.

But, no, we can't go for a drink, or for dinner,

or go anywhere outside of this edit bay.

This has to be about work, just work.

And we have to reel...

whatever this is, back in.

'Cause it... it... it has to be about work.

I mean, can it be just about work?

B-Because it has to be.

I got it. Uh, you're married, I'm married.

-Yeah, I'm married. -Yeah, I just said that.

Yeah.

Okay.

Look, Lisa,

I am a very good editor, and I know enough

not to put the next...

"whatever this is" scene into our movie.

It would ruin everything for both of us.

We'll work it out.

We'll work it out.

I just said that, too.

Work.

Oh. Mm. But then...

-Right on. -Oh.

Enchilada Suiza here,

and the Enchilada Rosa there.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Are you sure you don't wanna come to Thanksgiving?

Yeah. Add me to the mix, that's all you need.

So, this girl.

What's she like?

How can I put this nicely?

I'm afraid she might be an idiot.

A vengeful idiot who texted Brady and told him

I came and violated her aura.

-Yeah. -Brady told her I was bipolar.

-Aren't you? -So, now,

he's not speaking to me either.

No, actually, that's not entirely true.

He's still saying things like,

"We're out of oat milk," and, "What's the Wi-Fi?"

Oh, my God. Babies having babies.

Yeah.

I shouldn't have blown up like that,

screaming "fuck" and everything, you know.

I'm gonna call him, leave him a message.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

What are you gonna say?

"Hey Brady, it's Dad. I love you.

I'm sorry that you fuckin' fucked up your fuckin' life."

Ugh, Steve.

-How did we get here? -Yeah.

I've been putting condoms in his stocking every Christmas

-since he was, like, 14! -I remember.

You even put one on a banana to show him how.

What a waste of a banana.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna figure it out.

There's no way our grandkid is not gonna know us.

No way.

-Good. -Yeah.

That's what I feel, too.

Good.

I... I am not ready for this.

I am not ready for hearing the phrase "our grandkid."

Yeah.

Is she pretty?

Why would you ask that?

Good morning.

You showered without me.

-That's a bummer. -Total bummer.

But not a bummer? My business is picking up,

so I need to go in early today

because I'm taking the afternoon tomorrow

to go to a bridal fashion show.

Hmm. Sounds like a waste of time.

What's a waste of time?

Weddings.

It's just such a ridiculous idea, you know?

Oh, "Do you take this one? Do you take that one?

Oh, oh, you do? Okay, well, sign this."

Ladies, they put a boy doll

across from any woman eating alone!

Lunch with a side of shame.

-That can't be true. -Oh, believe me when I tell you,

it's true, and I survived it yesterday.

-No fucking way. -Mm-hmm.

We should write something on Yelp.

I sat there in absolute shock

as robot servers zipped past me.

So, apparently, not only is it tragic for women

to be alone in the past,

it's also an issue in the future.

That way.

Oh.

Adam stood there

literally pissing all over the idea of marriage.

He does not believe in it, at all.

His mother was never married, so he doesn't have a reference.

He thinks this is all a joke.

Well, what do you think?

I think I'm in love with a man

who will never get married.

Well, do you have to get married?

I don't know. Do I?

Or do I just think I have to?

Ever since I was a little girl,

it's something I've been groomed for.

No pun intended.

Never for the white dress.

Something saffron and gold for me.

But it's the ceremony and the celebration.

-The romance... -Mm.

...is something I've dreamed of.

Since you were a little girl.

Exactly. So, at this age,

do I really want it, or am I just programmed for it?

Wait, y-you were married.

-Yes. -Why did you want it?

Oh, wow. Um...

Hmm, I think, um, I think because, um...

it meant I was chosen.

See? That's gonna make me cry.

What, you don't feel chosen by Adam?

No, I feel Adam.

I feel him more than I've felt any other man.

But do I feel chosen by him?

Is that even his responsibility?

-Mm. -Or is it a flaw in me?

Someone needs to tell

these sweet, unsuspecting girls

that marriage is way more than the gorgeous dress.

Right?

It's about confusion,

not knowing how to help...

-Mm. -...and holding your tongue.

And cancer. Don't forget about cancer.

Harry is devastated our love life isn't what it was.

-And how are you with that? -Mm.

It's not really about me right now.

-Is it ever about us? -Mm.

It's about their feelings, their disappointments.

-Oh, gosh. What to say. What not to say, to help. -Mm.

Herbert has been moping around

pretending to read The Wall Street Journal every day.

-Aw. -And I just want to scream,

"Go back to work!"

Mm.

He lost the election.

It's not the end of the world.

That one's pretty.

Pretty misleading.

I mean, if you knew what you know now,

like, the way it really is, would you still get married?

Oh, absolutely.

Me too.

I'm so excited to show you my new hallway.

I may be alone for the rest of my life.

What? No!

There will be a new man in your life.

Yesterday, I had lunch with a doll.

Seriously, though...

Who will I be alone?

Yes, I know I've... I've lived alone a lot,

but I've never lived alone...

without the thought that I wouldn't be alone for long.

I mean, even when Big died, after the...

after the shock and the total devastation...

in the back of my mind, I thought...

"Aidan. Maybe Aidan."

And recently, um, though Duncan, you know,

clearly told me, "I'm not coming back..."

I thought, "Maybe."

Hmm.

But I have to quit thinking, "Maybe a man..."

And start accepting, maybe just me.

And it's not a tragedy, it's a fact.

And I just have to start accepting it.

Full stop.

You are so fabulous.

Oh. Well, that was never in question.

Hey.

How was your wedding thing?

-Illuminating. -Yeah?

How so?

Give me your hand.

I, Lisa...

...take you, Herbert,

in Tom Ford suits or sweat suits...

'til death do us part.

I'll get over this.

We'll get over this.

-Some coffee? -Aw.

Thank you.

So...

what bulbs you planting?

Ah, not telling.

You'll be surprised what shows up in the spring.

Thanks.

Oh, gosh, it's the least I can do.

You're out here, you know, working Thanksgiving morning.

It's just a Thursday. Nothing special.

Right.

I forgot Seema said you don't believe

in that tradition. Or a lot of traditions.

Ah. The whole, uh, the marriage thing.

-You have questions. -I do.

Only one.

Is Seema just a Thursday?

Seema is definitely not just a Thursday.

She's... she's special, she's...

She's a... She's a lifetime.

So, Adam, this garden is really lovely.

But I was thinking...

we return to something more wild, free out here.

Something more me.

Great. Let's do you.

Charlotte?

-I'm hard. -What?

I'm crisp and ready to baste, baby.

Really? How? W-Why now?

Who knows? Let's not waste this!

Okay. Okay, come on!

Uh, where are you two going?

To give thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving, Shana!

I'm so fucking exhausted.

Oh, taxi!

Oops.

-Cab's waiting, here's your pie. -Hi... oh!

And I'm supposed to pick up some stuffing.

Mom's busy... in the bedroom.

Okay, so no stuffing. Got it.

-Thank you! -Mm-hmm!

I promised you a Petite Pie Place apple crisp pie.

Oh, my goodness, this is so lovely. Come in!

-Meter's running. -Hey, delivery kid!

I got a 25 cent tip for ya!

Bye!

Your gluten-free impostor.

Thanks, babe. Happy... whatever day this is.

-You're wearing jeans?! -When in Rome!

-One chocolate creme pie. -Thanks.

And please tell Miranda again I am so sorry I had to bail.

I just think it's better for me to tell Giuseppe

how I feel after a private dinner.

-He's just... -Cab.

Go, go, go, go!

Guess how I knocked on the door?

With my foot. I'm getting good at this.

Well, now Joy isn't coming either!

She just texted. Her dog's sick.

Oh. What's wrong with her dog?

Unclear. Just "suddenly sick."

Why are you using air quotes?

Brady's in the kitchen, so...

Oh.

Mashed potatoes. My favorite.

Cool, I'll be sending you home with a ton of them.

Our guest list dropped from 13 to six.

Aw, can I kiss the chef?

Enter at your own risk.

Hello.

Mm!

So, what, you're saying that you don't really believe Joy?

Come on. Brady and I had a huge fight

about today in front of her,

and now her dog is "suddenly sick"?

Well, before you air-quote her out of your relationship,

maybe pick up the phone,

and find out what's really happening.

Wouldn't it be better to just let this fester

to the point of no return?

Hmm.

Okay.

I'll call her.

It's real.

Sappho swallowed something sharp.

They have to operate. I'm meeting them at the clinic.

-What?! -I know,

but I'll be back in an hour.

I'm just gonna run in and see her.

Those dogs mean everything to her,

and she's just gonna be sitting there alone.

Should we get the fuck out, too?

Oh, hello!

-Welcome. -Hi.

Girl, she don't look crazy.

Uh, this isn't the mother.

No, I'm Carrie. I'm the mother's close friend,

so careful what you say.

-Come on in. -Sorry about that.

That's just, uh, that's Silvio.

He... he goes off.

-He do. -This is Epcot.

-Oh! Like the, um... -My parents were Disney freaks.

Oh.

Hi, Mia.

Oh, hi, Brady.

Oh, he's a ginger? No, girl.

-Bye. -Stop it.

Can I... can I offer you guys some, uh, wine or whatever?

Yeah, no, thanks. No... no wine for me.

I'll have wine, Strawberry Shortcake.

And also, I'm starving.

Oh, well, um, we have a lovely cheese plate

on the coffee table, if you would like to come in

-and have a seat. -I'm lactose intolerant, so...

Yeah, and I only eat cucumber, brown rice, and seaweed.

Is that cool?

Yeah, that's cool, except, uh, I don't have any of that.

Well, no one asked me, so, uh...

...that's on you.

Well, would you... the offer still stands!

-Come on in. -Okay.

Oh, I'm gonna get the door.

Here's your wine.

Thanks, girl.

-Hello there, Carrie. -Uh...

Hello, Mark.

My name wasn't on the list the doorman had,

but I guess he deemed me not a threat to security.

Oh. Ha!

Well, come... come on in.

This is not what I expected.

-Well, um, can I...? -Oh, thank you.

-Your coat. -Is, uh, Charlotte here yet?

Oh! Charlotte, no!

Um, Ch... Charlotte can't come.

Her... the family changed their plans.

-Oh. Well... -I took the day off to be here.

-I mean, I'm unemployed, but I was gonna go to a protest. -You're here. I'm here.

I don't feel this vibe right now.

And he's here.

Th-This is Brady. He will be our chef.

I, uh, brought my favorite Pinot Noir.

Restrained, elegant, almost makes turkey palatable.

Thanks.

Aunt Carrie, I have to go get seaweed and shit.

Keep an eye on the turkey, don't let it burn.

Literally giving Martha Stewart...

-Shall we go in? -Ah.

-Okay. -Who is this? Is this, like, her dad?

Uh, Mark, this is Mia, and Silvio, and Epcot.

-Epcot? Like the center? -Mm-hmm.

My parents were Disney freaks.

Mia, girl, Mr. Man here is giving Mayor of Whoville vibes.

Can we open the wine now?

Oh, of course.

What are you doing here?

I was just worried about you.

-How's Sappho? -She's still in surgery.

And they said that it's a very simple procedure

-and they do it all the time. -Okay.

But then, they made me sign something

saying that... they're not responsible

if something happens during the procedure.

Okay, but I think that's just something

they do as a precaution to protect themselves, right?

It doesn't mean that anything bad is gonna happen.

-A precaution. -Mm-hmm, okay.

What did she eat?

A little Lego piece that a child must have dropped in the park.

See, this is why I am not a fan of children.

Joy?

Sappho did great.

Oh!

Oh, you see?

Oh.

I love the autumn. This time of year,

the East Hampton house is gorgeous,

but y-you really need someone to share it with.

Does this turkey look done to you?

Well, it's certainly golden brown.

Well, I'm gonna take it out.

If it's not done, he can always put it back in, right?

I have no idea.

Uh, uh, you get that,

-I'll get this. -Oh, okay. Thank you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I brought my stuffing. Sorry, I'm late.

Harry got hard, so we had sex!

I'm gonna kill you.

Because we had sex?

Mark Kasabian.

Fuck! I forgot to disinvite him.

-Hi! -Charlotte, you are here!

Only for a minute to drop off my stuffing.

Family situation.

-I so apologize. -No need.

Carrie and I will keep each other company.

Can I talk to you for a second?

-Sure! -Okay.

-Oh, may I? -Of course.

Okay. Come on. Come, come, come.

-Hello! -Right in here's good.

Who are those people with Mamma Mia?

-Her backup singers. -Where's Miranda?

Uh, she's not here. Joy's dog is sick.

-She's not even here? -Mm-mm.

Why did she make me feel so bad

-about not coming? -Oh, stop.

This is not about her making you feel bad.

This is about me making you feel bad.

You set me up with Mark?

I thought you had a connection at the play.

A connection? Try small talk.

I just hated the fact

that you think there's no man out there.

There is a man.

And he is smart and cultured.

He's been married three times.

Yes, I know. But he has a plane.

♪ It's a runway ♪

♪ Fuck the sidewalk ♪

Yes, girl.

Yas, girl, yaas!

Hi!

Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Um, my girlfriend's dog

had to have an emergency surgery and I went to be with her.

Oh, that's very cool.

Uh, everything's fine now.

-They're resting at home. -I love dogs.

I used to have a puppy,

but someone left the door open and it ran away.

Oh!

Where's your bathroom? I need it.

Hi.

I'm... I'm Miranda.

-Uh, I'm Brady's mother. -Epcot.

-Hi, Epcot. -Like the center.

Yeah, his parents are big Disney people.

-Got it. -Yeah.

Um, hello.

My name is Miranda.

And you are?

Still starving, girl.

Could you maybe turn the music down a bit?

Thank you.

I hope everyone

likes seaweed and cucumbers 'cause the turkey is raw.

No! Really?

It looked done to us, right, Mark?

Certainly, it did. I guess the dark chestnut umber

deceived us.

Well, can you put it back in?

Sure. You all got two hours?

Oh, my gosh. Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you eating cheese?

Yes.

So then, why am I running all over Chinatown

to find seaweed on Thanksgiving?

No one asked you to do that.

So, again, that's on you, dude.

You said you only eat that shit.

I'm not sure exactly what's happening now,

but let's all just take a breath.

-She doesn't seem crazy, either. -Oh, she is crazy.

-This is all crazy. -Hey!

She's trying to do something nice for us.

And I would never disrespect my mother like that.

Oh, like the mother that blocked you on Facebook?

I told you that in confidence.

Does anyone have any matches?

That cheese is no joke.

Well, they all ate and ran.

Except for Mark.

-What was she even thinking? -I don't know.

Charlotte convinced herself that I'd get on board with Mark

'cause he has a plane.

And when he comes out of that powder room,

I guarantee, he is going to ask

if he can take me home.

In his plane?

And I will have to let him

because of what you

and your extended family...

...put that man through.

Ugh, God, my new relationship is exhausting.

I personally apologized to everyone.

Except the one who spent the meal

in and out of the powder room. Who was that again?

Epcot. How could you forget that?

Epcot. Right.

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Down, down, down.

No. No, please!

No! No!

-The good news? -Mm-hmm?

Brady is so mad at me,

he's spending the night at Steve's.

So, they're on the mend.

Mm...

Uh, this is unfortunate.

There's been a plumbing mishap.

And I'd like to point out now, it's not my plumbing mishap.

I don't have a problem with French cheese.

-Oh, did the toilet overflow? -Not "did."

Is overflowing.

And there... there seems to be no end!

Oh! Sorry, Mark.

Oh, God!

Well, I'll see myself out.

Ugh!

What happened to my life?

I mean, six months ago, I was free and easy.

A new job, falling in love.

Didn't have a care in the world. Now, look at me!

Well, shit happens.

Yeah, but it's not even my shit! It's... it's a stranger's,

and Brady's, and... and Joy's family shit.

Joy is uncomfortable with families,

and I may... or may not

have a baby coming into my life.

Well, you won that one.

I mean, Mia really came around to you.

Won the battle, lost the war.

Oh, I'll get that.

It's probably Mark, back to pick up his dignity.

Oh!

-Too late for pie? -Never. No.

Miranda's in the powder room on her knees.

The reason why? Mm, not great.

Come on in.

-What are you doing here? -Well, Sappho's sleeping

peacefully next to Socrates, and I just thought...

you spent the holiday with my family,

I can spend it with yours.

Oh, now you?

We are just pathetic.

Thank you for coming.

Hmm.

So, after all this time together,

you think the only reason I asked you to marry me

was because I want a mommy.

-I do. -I see.

Let me say...

Well, I don't have the words in English, so...

♪ I know there's only ♪

♪ Only one like you ♪

♪ There's no way ♪

-I'm not cleaning this up. -♪ They could have made two ♪

-Come here, baby. -♪ You're all I'm living for ♪

♪ Your love I'll keep for evermore ♪

♪ You're the first, you're the last ♪

♪ My everything ♪

Mom, show me the photo you had Aunt Carrie

take of me in the play.

Oh, I... I deleted it.

I thought you'd be upset if I thought about you that way.

It wasn't me. It was a part.

-I took some. -Oh!

-But for real? -Yeah?

I'm gonna be a lot of people in my life.

-Okay. -Here.

I took a million pics of you.

-These are so good! -Yeah, these are good.

-Oh! -Mm! I like that one.

-Send that to me. -Okay.

♪ You're like a first morning dew ♪

You know the best part

of no longer being in the public eye?

A second piece of pie.

No, no, no. No, no.

Go. Put your feet up.

You cooked all day.

I got this mess.

You got this mess.

♪ You're my reality ♪

♪ Yet I'm lost in a dream ♪

♪ You're the first, the last ♪

♪ My everything ♪

Mm, you know, I don't miss the gluten.

-Who wants tea? Mom? -Yes, please.

Is this the pie I like?

I like lemons, but...

-Now, that's good. -I do like that.

Mm-hmm.

Mm. Mm.

The woman realized she was not alone...

she was on her own.

♪ Only one like you ♪

♪ There's no way ♪

♪ They could have made two ♪

♪ Girl, you're my reality ♪

♪ But I'm lost in a dream ♪

♪ You're the first, you're the last ♪

♪ My everything ♪

♪ My everything ♪