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Previously on Georgia and Mandy's first marriage.

Predicted sunny skies all through Monday.

Yes, we've got him to thank for that.

Or her.

Oh, I'm at guard.

I know so did I.

Our father who aren't having sounds like a man.

Fair point, although created all life sounds like a woman.

Your Channel 7, I'm Mandy McAllister.

He's a man.

So God's a woman.

I don't want to say that big a deal.

It is a huge deal.

Your comments seemed disrespectful.

Full of God and frankly, a little ignorant of the scripture.

Okay, you know what?

I can't do this.

I quit.

What did she do?

What did I do?

We'll climb back into the low 70s Saturday and Sunday.

And then cold front number two rolls in Sunday night.

Can you believe that's where they replace me with?

I mean, look at what she's wearing.

You're not in a nightclub lady.

She kind of looks like, no, she doesn't.

You're pointing a Dallas with two inches lower, you dummy.

What you watching?

New weather, girl?

No.

Thanks for watching.

I'm Kelly with an eye.

And that eye is on your weather.

Oh, God.

I mean, everyone's going to love her.

No one's even going to care that I'm gone.

Oh, that ain't true.

And besides, you'll find another job.

Something easy to do.

crazy, Georgie.

I don't know.

Just last week Kelly with an eye didn't have a job and now look at her.

Mr. McAllister, wait up.

You two planted anything fun tonight?

Movie or game?

Maybe a shower?

A shower?

Recently.

She's fine, she don't stay.

Thank you.

But your legs aren't getting a little bushing.

Here's an interesting thing.

Women started shaving their legs during World War II because

their nylon stockings were being used to make parachutes.

How was that helpful?

I didn't say helpful.

I said interesting.

Take it.

The job hunt is not going well.

Some of my tape to every station between here and Houston, no one is biting.

It's only been a few weeks.

You just got to be patient.

I don't need to be cheered up.

I don't need to be pitied and I don't need to be reminded about how hairy my legs are.

So, I understand someone has a big birthday coming up.

When it's right, 21.

I don't always become a man.

Plan anything fun, Amanda.

Oh, right.

It's okay.

I don't need a fuss.

No, you got to do something.

Mandy, what'd you do for your 21st?

I don't remember.

It was more than a decade ago.

I'm serious.

You can't got to do nothing.

Oh, it's a big birthday.

Whatever you want.

I'm telling you.

it's a big something.

Have I tried your legs?

We're wearing eyelons.

They're available again.

Oh, come on.

I can't do it.

They'll recognize my boys.

I ain't calling the station to complain about the new weather curl.

No, you don't have to complain.

Just say that you miss me because I'm also the whole... Sorry, not doing it.

Thanks for nothing.

Hey, I paid for six years of college and don't charge you rent.

Yeah, nothing else.

Hello.

Hi, Mandy.

How are you?

Well, it's rapping while you don't want to go down.

Understood.

I just wanted to check in and see what you were thinking for Georgie's birthday.

Oh, um, he said he didn't want to do anything.

Really?

Is it a surprise party?

Is he in the room?

If he is, just say, what did Missy do now?

No, there's no party.

We're just going to have a quiet evening at home.

Oh.

Well, if there's no party, I'd be happy to cook him a birthday dinner.

Oh, that sounds nice.

And he can have alcohol if he wants, but no hard stuff.

I'm not operating a speakeasy.

Got it.

I'll leave my moonshine in the car.

Very funny.

Wasn't a joke.

Bye.

Relax, I don't drink moonshine.

Hey, it's Missy.

Oh, hey, what's up?

How about I throw Georgie a birthday party?

My friend Jennifer's parents are gone next week.

We have the place to ourselves.

You want to throw Georgie a party at your friend's house?

Yeah.

I just need money for a couple kegs.

I am not buying you alcohol.

I'm providing the venue.

How about this?

When you turn 21, I'll throw you a big party.

Like I want a 40-year-old planning my birthday party.

I will be 37!

I'm going to cut out a little early on Wednesday.

My mom's cooking me a birthday dinner.

Oh, I didn't know it was your birthday.

It's okay.

You ain't got to get me nothing.

Ain't got to get me nothing.

How about English lessons?

It's your 21st, right?

Yeah.

And you're celebrating it at your mother's.

Yeah.

Please tell me you're going to get drunk after.

No.

My mom said I could have a beer with dinner.

Georgie, going to a bar on your 21st birthday is a rite of time.

I don't want to make her celebrate.

Fine.

That I'm taking you up.

Thanks.

Awful done, kind of.

Awful, dang.

You do here, other people talk, right?

What should we have for lunch?

How about ice cream?

I want ice cream.

Let's have ice cream.

Hey.

I had a thought about Georgie's birthday gift I wanted to run by you.

Oh, crap.

It's in two days.

I know.

I know.

I know.

What are you going to get him?

I was thinking a silver money clip.

Maybe shaped like Texas.

I don't know.

I was pretty attached to that stupid, velcro bullet.

Alright, I'll keep thinking.

We'll be thinking too.

He only turns 21 once.

It should have been before you had a baby, but here we are.

Thanks for pointing that out.

I know you're having a tough time, but it's a situation where reversed.

You know, Georgie would suck it up and make a fuss.

Make a fuss.

Fine.

Leave me alone.

You see, see, have an ice cream for lunch?

I'm a bad mother.

I'm a bad wife.

Anything else?

You kind of a crappy daughter, too.

Seven hundred.

L.

There are three L's, yep.

Right, get up there.

Close to five thousand.

Where are you, John?

Your legs aren't that hairy.

Thank you.

What's going on with the pits?

Hey.

Hey, how was your job?

Fine.

So listen, I was talking to Ruben about my birthday,

and he really wants to take me out for drinks.

What about your moves?

We'll have dinner, and then I'll meet with them afterwards.

You don't have to come.

It can just be a guy's not.

I'm free.

Great.

The more the merrier... Well, hang on.

I thought you didn't want to do anything special.

No, but Ruben's really into it.

Well, then I should come, too.

Sorry, dudes only.

You know, she can come if she wants, but you don't have to.

No, I want to, because I am a good wife, and a good mother, and a good daughter.

Okay.

You're kind of a so-so sister.

Hey.

Hey, champagne, for me and the birthday boy.

Thank you.

How about me?

You're making enough bad choices without alcohol?

A toast to my first born?

I am so proud of you.

I wish your dad could be here to see all you've accomplished.

A father, a husband, a business owner, only 21?

Cheers!

Yes.

Sorry, thought you were done.

Let me refill.

Anyway, I am so excited to see what the future holds.

Happy birthday.

Cheers!

Thank you, Mom.

Thanks, everybody.

How we knew whatever you set your mind to, you would achieve.

Well, my parents used to say about me.

Mom, you'll find another job.

And if not, you've got a great husband to provide for you.

How about prisons?

Oh, me first.

Done!

What is that?

A Texas shake money clip.

And it's solid silver.

Thank you.

This is perfect.

Just came to me.

I've been sitting on this wallet since 7th grade.

It's going to be hard to give it up.

Your turn, Mom.

Well, this is awkward now, but here.

A new velcro wallet.

Your birthday boy is here.

Let me put you over here.

Forget beer.

Waitress, four shots of tequila.

Really?

Yeah, come on.

It's a party.

Okay.

I'm going to put some songs on the jukebox.

I simply got an arrowsmith.

That is your birthday, but no.

Here you go.

Whoa.

Two of the birthday boy.

Hey, we're going to wipe for Connor?

Nope.

Good morning.

Oh, look what the cat spit up.

What happened?

Oh, well, I just puked a pepperoni pizza.

I don't remember eating, so that's one thing.

When you and Georgia came home, we heard a lot of shouting.

Really?

He sounded pretty mad.

Do you hear what it was about?

You don't know.

Look at me.

Do I look like I know anything?

Well, did you see him this morning?

Oh, he left before I got up.

Well, maybe we made up.

He slept on the couch.

Maybe we didn't.

The toilet unclogs.

Someone drive to flush this money clip.

What?

You tried to flush my birthday present?

You stole my idea?

I got to talk to him.

Don't you think you should find out some more information first?

Who's right?

Who's wrong?

These are important things to know if you are going to win this fight.

Why does she have to win?

Jim, not now.

Oh.

You're alive.

Impressive.

Need you to connect some dots for me?

Which dots?

A one's between tequila shots and ten minutes ago.

It's a lot of dots.

It was a lot of shots.

What's the last thing you remember?

He went over to the jukebox.

Oh, that jukebox.

A wasteland, a classic rock.

The Eagles.

What an overrated band.

Hey, hey, focus.

Right.

Wasteland, a classic rock.

The Eagles.

What an overrated band.

I'm just saying we've got to not pay for sale.

Well, I don't have a job.

I don't have to get up tomorrow.

Uh, what'd you choose to walk away?

Do whatever you want.

Oh, I'm glad I have your permission.

Oh, full table's open.

Who wants to play?

I do.

Cool.

Mandy, let's go play.

Oh, I'm glad somebody wants to have fun.

On behalf of my family, I apologize.

She's just blowing off stain.

Oh, crap.

What?

I'm the jerk.

Hold on.

She's been having a rough go of it.

Really just hope this cheers her up.

Well, that makes it worse.

It sure does.

Look, Oscar.

Look, Oscar, Odo.

Oh, we've been good at it, Mandy.

George is not here.

He's on a toe.

Is he mad at me?

I'm mad at you.

You stabbed me with a pool queue.

Please, I would never do that.

I have a bruise on my left nipple.

Well, what about George?

I don't know.

He didn't seem happy when you're on the payphone.

Hey, phone, who'd I've called?

I have no idea, although I would recommend alcoholics anonymous.

Well, do you remember anything?

We're playing pool.

Well, I was playing pool.

Yeah.

Come on, you must find me.

Mandy, please, somebody's gonna get hurt.

Nobody's gonna get hurt.

Oh.

Your shot.

Hey,

one of those was mine.

And it was delicious.

Maybe it's such a dick.

Oh, I'm not.

Mandy.

Fine.

I stood up for what I believed in.

And I lost my job.

And I was really good at that job.

You were.

Well, thanks.

They're good at your job, too.

Probably, I don't know enough.

It worked so hard to get my career back and people were trying to recognize women.

Uh-huh.

What did I say?

I don't know.

You were mad.

You were sad.

There was a hot girl at the bar.

What do you want from me?

Well, then what happened?

I bought her a drink.

Her name's Rebecca.

She's a masseuse.

What happened to me?

Oh.

Then I saw you on the payphone and Georgia being all mad.

I think I don't know who I called.

Good for you.

I'm gonna go ice my nipple.

Hello.

Hey, Scott.

It's Mandy.

It's nice to hear from you during the day.

Oh, so I did call you last night.

You sure did.

Did I wake you up?

You sure did.

Did I say anything embarrassing?

You sure did.

Please, please give me my job back.

I will get down on my knees but the floor here is so sticky.

And I'm wearing a skirt.

Who are you talking to?

Give me a sec.

This is important.

Come on.

We've known each other all the long time.

Is that Scott?

It's a work call.

You're drunk, darling.

You're ex-boyfriend.

Yeah!

I'm drunk, darling.

My ex-boss.

Hang up the phone.

You ain't got the phone.

Fuck.

Oh!

Yeah, I was a little drunk.

It's okay.

I hope Georgia knows there was nothing inappropriate.

Except for you calling me at home and waking

me up and telling me what you were wearing.

Sorry.

So, um, I'm a little fuzzy on the details.

Did I get my job back?

You did not.

Yeah.

Hey.

Uh.

I wanted to apologize.

Kinda busy.

Okay, no last night got out of hand.

And I'm really sorry that I called Scott,

but I promise it was just to get my job back.

You told me that last night.

Oh.

So, I already apologized?

Yeah.

Well, where are you still mad at me?

I'm not mad about the phone call.

I'm mad about what happened on the drive home.

Did I puke on your truck?

In it, on it, around it?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you sorry for anything else?

I am.

Can you give me a hint?

Oh.

Okay, I'll go where you can go.

I can't wait to get this knot over with.

I was just trying to celebrate your birthday.

To that wasn't about my birthday.

It was about you.

Well, sorry.

Not all of us have our lives figured out at 21.

So now you're mad at my age?

Yes.

That's a constant reminder.

I want to fail your eye out.

Mm-hmm.

Ugh.

Both so hard.

What are we?

I saw you blew up your career.

Start over.

This was the start over.

I am 32.

I don't get more startovers.

Paige, don't matter.

That is a dumb thing.

Only a 21-year-old would say it.

So now I'm young and dumb?

Yes.

And that makes me old and ugly.

All over you?

Like a vomit bar, ho.

I'm really sorry.

I'll forget it.

It's just that everything seems to come so easy to you.

Yeah, I'm easy.

I won't my ass off.

Yeah.

And you deserve all your success.

Well, you do too.

So what you didn't have at 21.

If you had it, we would have never met and there'd be no CC.

You're right.

Oh, here's your money club.

Next time you're mad at me, don't flush it down the toilet.

I didn't flush it down the toilet.

So it was me?

Boy, I do not come up good at any of these stories.

Bye bye.