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Previously on Georgie and Mandy's first marriage. Predicted sunny skies all

through Monday.

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

Or her.

Oh, I meant God.

I know, so did I.

Our father, who art in heaven, sounds like a man.

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

For Channel 7, I'm Mandy McAllister. He's a man.

So God's a woman.

Come on, it's not that big a deal.

It is a huge deal.

Your comment seemed disrespectful of God.

And frankly, a little ignorant of the scripture.

Okay, you know what?

I can't do this.

I quit.

What did he 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 who they replaced me with? I mean, look at what she's

wearing. You're not in a nightclub, lady!

She kind of looks like you. No, she doesn't. We've got scattered storms

the state from Houston all the way to Dallas.

You're pointing at Dallas. It's two inches lower, you dummy.

Which wasn't.

New weather, girl. Nope.

I bet everyone's going to love her, and no one's even going to care that I'm

gone. Oh, that ain't true.

And besides, you'll find another job.

It's not that easy, Georgie.

I don't know. Just last week, Kelly with an I didn't have a job, and now look at

her.

Mr. McAllister, wait up.

You two planning anything fun tonight?

Movie? Board game?

Maybe a shower?

I showered.

Recently.

She's fine.

She don't stink.

Thank you. But your legs are getting a little bushy.

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. Sent 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

reminded of how hairy my legs are.

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

Well, that's right, 21.

Our boy is becoming a man.

Planning anything fun, Amanda?

Oh. Right.

It's okay. I don't need a fuss.

No, you got to do something.

Mandy, what did you do for your 21st? I don't remember.

It was more than a decade ago.

I'm serious.

You ain't got to do nothing.

No, it's a big birthday. Whatever you want. I'm telling you. Pick something.

How about shave your legs?

Or wear nylons. They're available again.

I can't do it. They'll recognize my voice. I ain't calling the station to

complain about the new weather girl.

No, you don't have to complain. Just say that you miss me.

Because I'm less of a whore.

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?

That's a rabbit hole 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

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, but my mom said I could have a beer with dinner.

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

Mandy's having a rough time. I don't want to make her celebrate.

Fine. I'm taking you out.

Thanks. Awful dang kind of you.

Awful dang.

You do hear how 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 and wanted to run by you.

Oh, crap.

It's in two days.

I know, I know.

When are you going to get him? I was thinking a silver money clip.

Maybe taped like Texas.

I don't know. He's pretty attached to the stupid Velcro wallet.

All right, I'll keep thinking.

You better be thinking, too. He only turns 21 once.

Wish it had been before you had a baby, but here we are.

Thanks for pointing that out.

Honey, I know you're having a tough time, but if the situation were

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

Make a fuss? Fine.

Leave me alone.

Did Cece have an ice cream for lunch?

I'm a bad mother. I'm a bad wife. Anything else?

You're kind of a crappy daughter, too.

700.

L. There are three L's. Yep. Hey, get up there. Close to $5 ,000.

What are you doing?

Your legs aren't that hairy.

Thank you.

What's going on with the pit?

Hey. Hey.

How was your job?

Fine. So, listen, I was talking to Reuben about my birthday, and he really

to take me out for drinks.

What about your mom's?

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 night.

I'm free.

Great. The more, the merrier. Well, hang on. I thought you didn't want to do

anything special.

I know, but Reuben's really into it. Well, then I should come, too.

Sorry. Dudes only.

Well, 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.

Happy birthday, dear Georgie.

Happy birthday to you.

Make a wish.

Okay, champagne for me and the birthday boy.

Thank you.

How about me? You make enough bad choices without alcohol.

A toast to my firstborn.

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.

Sorry, I 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.

I always knew whatever you set your mind to, you would achieve.

That's what my parents used to say about me.

You'll find another job.

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

Oh, me first.

Dang.

What is it?

A Texas Shake money clip.

And a solid silver.

Thank you. This is perfect.

Yeah, it just came to me.

I've been sitting on this wallet since seventh grade.

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

Your turn, Mom. Well, this is a little awkward now, but here.

A new Velcro wallet. Cool.

The birthday boy is here.

Hey!

Let me pour you a beer.

Forget beer.

Waitress, four shots of tequila.

Really? Yeah, come on. It's a party.

Okay. I'm going to put some songs in the jukebox.

See if they got any Aerosmith.

It is your birthday.

But no.

Here you go.

To the birthday boy.

Think we're going to wait for Connor?

Nope.

Whee!

Uh -oh.

Well, look what the cat spit up.

What happened?

Well, I just puked a pepperoni pizza I don't remember eating, so that's one

thing.

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

Really? You sounded pretty mad.

Do you know 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?

No, he left before I got up.

Well, maybe we made up.

He slept on the couch.

Maybe we didn't.

Got the toilet unclogged.

Someone tried to flush this money clip.

What? You tried to flush my birthday present?

You stole my idea.

Well, I gotta 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 gonna win this fight.

Why does she have to win?

Jim, not now.

You're alive.

Impressive.

I need you to connect some dots for me. Which dots?

The ones between tequila shots and ten minutes ago.

That's a lot of dots.

It was a lot of shots.

What's the last thing you remember?

Uh, he went over to the jukebox.

Oh, that jukebox.

A wasteland of classic rock.

The Eagles. What an overrated band.

Hey, hey, Hogan.

Right. A wasteland of classic rock.

The Eagles.

What an overrated band.

I'm just saying, we've got all night. Pace yourself.

I don't have a job. I don't have to get up tomorrow.

Would you choose to walk away?

Do whatever you want.

Oh, I'm glad I have your permission.

Oh, pool 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 stains.

Oh, crap.

I'm the Turk.

Hold on.

She's been having a rough go of it.

I really just hope this cheers her up.

That makes it worse.

It sure does.

Look out for Otto.

Oh, Reuben Good, it's Mandy.

Georgie's not here. He's on a tow.

Is he mad at me?

I'm mad at you. You stabbed me with a pool cue.

Please, I would never do that.

I have a bruise on my left nipple.

Well, what about Georgie? I don't know. He didn't seem happy when you were on

the payphone.

Payphone? Who would I have called?

I have no idea. Although I would recommend Alcoholics Anonymous.

Well, do you remember anything?

We were playing pool.

Well, I was playing pool.

Come on, you wuss. Fight me.

Mandy, please. Somebody's going to get hurt.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

Your shot.

Hey, one of those was

mine. And it was delicious.

Why are you being such a dick?

No, 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.

Aw, thanks.

You're good at your job, too.

Probably. I don't really know.

I worked so hard to get my career back, and people were starting to recognize

me.

Uh -huh.

What did I say?

I don't know. You were mad. You were sad. There was a hot girl at the bar.

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, um...

Then I saw you on the pay phone in Georgia being all mad.

I think I know who I called. Good for you.

I'm going to 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 would get down on my knees, but the floor here is so sticky and I'm wearing

skirt. Who are you talking to?

Give me a sec. This is important.

Come on. We've known each other a long time.

Is that Scott?

It's a work call.

You're drunk dialing your ex -boyfriend. No, I'm drunk dialing my ex -boss.

Hang up the phone.

You hang up the phone.

Fine.

Yeah, I was a little drunk.

It's okay.

I hope Georgie 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.

Huh.

I wanted to apologize.

Kind of busy.

Look, I know 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.

He told me that last night.

Oh.

So, I already apologized?

Yeah.

Well, then why are you still mad at me?

I'm not mad about the phone call. I'm mad about what happened on the drive

Did I puke in your truck?

In it, on it, around it.

I'm sorry.

Are you sorry for anything else?

I am.

Can you give me a hint?

Okay,

I'll go. We can go.

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

I was just trying to celebrate your birthday.

Tonight 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. It's a constant reminder of what a failure I am.

False alarm. Where were we?

So you blew up your career. Start over.

This was the start over. I am 32.

I don't get more start overs.

Age don't matter.

That is a dumb thing only a 21 -year -old would say.

So now I'm young and dumb?

Yes. And that makes me old and... Oh, God.

All over you?

Like a vomit fire hose.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, forget it.

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

It ain't easy. I work my ass off.

Yeah, and you deserve all your success.

You do, too.

So what you didn't have it at 21?

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

You're right.

Oh, here's your money clip. Next time you're mad at me, don't flush it down

toilet.

I didn't flush it down the toilet.

So it was me?

Boy, I do not come off good in any of these stories.