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Finally, somewhere we can
charge our phones

without having
to buy anything.

I know. Thank God.
Literally!

The problem is,
if my mom calls
when my phone is dead,

she gets mad she can't
reach me and it activates
the guilt sequence.

Well, she may be the trigger,
but you're the one omitting
those...

Wait. What's the opposite
of endorphins?

Judaism.

She just keeps calling me
to ask me to do stupid things,

and I feel guilty,
so I say yes,

and then I feel like shit,
and then we start the whole
thing from the top.

A-5, 6, 7, 8.
You know, there is not a
single fucking outlet here.

I know! What is this place
even good for?

Does anybody work here?

Finally an electrical outlet.

Make room for Mommy.

Uh, hey.

Oh, shit.
Oh, sorry. So sorry.

Thank you.

Hi. Um, Vanessa.
I'm an alcoholic.

Is this sitcomy?
Not if we're respectful.

I repeat behaviors
that hurt me,

and then I feel really bad
about myself.

That sounds just like me
and my mom.

Oh, shit, Billy. I'm at 1%.

This is gonna take forever
to charge.

Let's stay for the meeting.

Keep coming back.

It works if you work it,
so work it, you're worth it.

Thank you very much.
Thanks, everybody.

Thank you.

Clapping?
Why are they clapping?

That guy over there was barely
phoning it in.

Hi.
I'm Vanessa. Welcome.

Hi.
I'm a hugger.

Hello.
Oh. I'm Julie. I'm not.

Oh, okay. Hi-- Okay.
I just sanitized my hands.

Is this your first time
in a meeting?

Yeah.
Yeah.

I have to say, what you were
yammering on about earlier
really resonated with me.

Listen, if you ever need
anybody to talk to,

please, don't hesitate
to call me.

Oh, I'm into dudes.

I wasn't coming on to you.
Just sobriety.

Oh. Okay.
Okay?

Thanks a lot.
And good luck.

Oh, I don't need good luck.
Hmm?

'Cause I have a boyfriend.
Oh, he's gay.

No, no, no.
He's not my boyfriend.

My boyfriend's
way more feminine.

Mom, what's going on?
I'm on a deadline.

Netflix just dropped 1,700
episodes of The Ranch

on their poor subscribers
overnight.

Julie, I believe that
my dentist

is trimming my bangs
while I'm asleep in his chair.

Mom, no.
Julie, yes.

I had a hunch, so I scheduled
a superfluous teeth whitening.

And look at these selfies.

These are before and after.

This is the before.

And this is the after.

No, wait.
That's a mistake.

That's right.
This is the befo--

Oh, my God,
what's wrong with me?

Why do I keep coming back
for this?

Julie, somebody could be
collecting my DNA

or they could be making a wig
from my bangs very slowly.

After all I do for you,

you can't give me ten minutes
of your life.

Okay, fine. I'm sorry.

Besides, staring at your hair
is still more interesting

than watching Ashton Kutcher
and Sam Elliott

clash worldviews in front
of a live studio audience.

I think the one on the right
your bangs look shorter.

I knew it!
That's the one.

What a creep he is.

Oh, Julie, while you're here,
I need you to partially clog
the drain in my bathtub

so that when I take a shower,
my feet stay warm.

Arthur, close the door.
I have sort of an awkward
subject to discuss.

Gabby, you've told me about
your favorite

American Girl doll's
hysterectomy
at length yesterday.

And I maintain there are no
wrong decisions around it.

Right, well, between you, me,

and my American Girl doll's
uterus, we have a problem

with Lester from sales.

Why?
He's been here 30 years.

He can't learn our
new computers.

Look, maybe you could, um,
coach him.

I could certainly try.

Thanks. I really don't want to
have to let Lester go.

The world is cruel enough.

Thank God Bitty Baby
can't have children.

You didn't finish.

Oh, I got it.
No, no, no, no. Let me.

It'll just be faster
if I do it.

Then we can walk the dogs
and come home in time
to watch Samantha Bee.

As erotic a scenario
as you've just painted
with your word pictures,

I miss when we started
going out and I would
get you off myself.

Okay. We'll take
the long way home.

I know how to do this.
Why isn't it working?

I don't know, but I think
we should cut our losses

before any chaffing happens.

I feel terrible.
Don't feel terrible.

Millions of women go to bed
every night
without having an orgasm.

All their husbands
voted for Trump.

At least you care.

Let's change the subject.

This is what I did today.
I went to my first
AA meeting.

But it was just to charge
my phone.

Anyway, long story short,
I'm addicted to my mother.

Hello?
Billy. It's Rucchel,
your sister-in-law.

Thanks for narrowing down
all the Rucchels in my life.

It's 6:00 a.m.
Why are you calling me?

There were noises
in the house all night
and I don't feel safe.

Garry is still in Israel,
so it's just me and the girls.

Please come!

Hi, Rucchel.
Why am I here?

What do you want from me, and
how long is it going to take?

The answer to all your
questions is shut the fuck up.

Where do you have to be,
a loser convention?

Okay. So, what's happening?
There are noises in the house?

I'm sure it's the new
neighbors across the street.

They're the first gentiles
ever to live on Feldshuh Lane,

and I think they're trying
to mess with us.

By doing what, exactly?

They come in at night,
move things around,

don't take anything,
and then leave.

It's called "creepy crawling."

I'm going home.
No, you're not.

You're gonna back me up
while I scream at those goyim

until they go back to
Marblehead.

They could have guns.

Or Polo mallets.

Uncle Billy, please don't let
her do anything.
She's going to embarrass us.

Shut the fuck up, Tal!
I am not.

Hey, you
Christmas celebrators!

Stop creeping crawling,
and get out
of our neighborhood!

Sorry!
Don't mind her!

No, you know, Jews,
we're the same as you.

No. We've suffered a lot more.

No! We've all suffered!

Shut up, Billy.
Get back in the house.

So Rucchel is the first Jew
these neighbors have ever met?

She's not a great ambassador.

Julie, I had to run across
the street and apologize

to these poor Presbyterians
from Eureka Springs, Arkansas.

That can't be a real place.
Yes.

Do you think Eureka Springs
is named after the first girl
who ever squirted?

Clumsy transition,
but topic adjacent...

Okay.
Arthur is no longer okay

with the conclusion
of our sexual routine.

He can't come?
He can't make me come.

But I can make me come,
which is fine.

The point is,
everybody's coming!

Sounds like an episode of
Californication.
What's the problem?

He's taking it personally
and he's become obsessed
with doing it for me.

It's well-intentioned
but exhausting.

Like Tim Robbins.

But I don't get it.
Why is it so complicated?

It's not, and I hate
when people say

that giving a woman an orgasm
is complicated.

It's not a circuit board.

It's a series
of mechanical actions
that you learn and repeat.

The problem is,
I think my code changed.

But I thought you said
it's not a circuit board.

It's not, it's more like
a combination lock
or a PlayStation controller.

It's a sure thing.

Up, up, down, down,
left, left, right,

up, down, long diagonal,
long stroke, punch, game over.

Punch?
Punch.

Mazel tov.

Well, I don't get it.
So what's different now?

After three failed attempts
at breaking the new code,

I think my vagina
locked Arthur out.

Oh, no. Your pussy got
a stronger password.

Are we talking about
code changes?

Mine changes every day.

Sometimes it's four strokes
and a yank,

sometimes just a couple of
toes up my asshole.

Oh, God, the male organ
is a complicated wonderland.

Did I just overhear a
conversation about your dull,

hetero/homonormative
sex lives?

Yes, Lola Falana!
Drag them! Oh!

Your experience isn't worth
a hill of flickable beans.

If you had half a brain
in that red Bozo wig,

you would know there are
a million ways to come.

You're only using ten percent
of your pussy.

Call me when you're ready
to be Limitless.

Oh, hi, Mama D.

You look cute. You all dressed
up for Nate's return from
Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp?

Yes, and now that he got
that silly little
rock and roll phase

out of his system,
we can put it behind us.

Oh, God, no.

Red Band Trailer,
I'm working late.

I have to save an old man
from becoming redundant.

Arthur,
you're not redundant.

Orgasms are just
faster and easier
if I do them myself.

That isn't what I was
talking about,
but thank you for reinforcing

my sexual failure
on my work phone.

Oh, shit, I gotta go.
My mom's on the other line.

Can I call you back?
I've gotten, like, seven texts
from her that say "Emergency."

Emergency, Julie. Emergency.

I need you here right now.

I'm at Saks, and everything
my personal shopper

picked out for me
is way too boxy.

Is she trying to sabotage me?
Does she think I'm ten years
older than I am?

You know what, Mom,
I'll call you right back.

Julie?

Hey, uh, Vanessa?

This is Julie
from the AA meeting.

Listen, I need your help.

The bottle is calling.

Rucchel, you have to stop
calling me.

Oh, I'm sorry my terror
is inconveniencing you,

you selfish son of a bitch.

It's a good thing your parents
are already dead,

because if they saw how you
treat your only sister-in-law,
it would fucking kill them.

Oh, please, Rucchel.
My parents hated you.

You know that.
They were just happy

that Garry could lose
his virginity.

Exactly.
I took one for the team,
now it's your turn.

Go check the basement.

What if it's not
creepy crawlers?

For all I know, there could be
a dybbuk down there.

Oh, really, Rucchel?
A dybbuk?

A Yiddish demon is haunting
your water heater?

Okay, I heard that.

Uh...

Stay here.

Garry!

Billy? Thank God.

The Israeli Army
doesn't want me,

so I've been hiding out
under here.

Could you please get me
crackers and some clean socks?

Garry, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

What did you do to get
yourself kicked out
of the Israeli Army?

No, I didn't get kicked out.

I--I never even made it past
the Tel Aviv airport.

I got there and they took
my vitals,

they said my Dramamine levels
were too high and then
they just sent me home.

I begged them to let it
wear off,

but they just threw some
oranges at me.

What the hell is going on
down there?

Oh, nothing, Rucchel!
Stay up there!

Garry, this is so--
I know, I know. It's pathetic

and stupid.
I know, I know.

I just feel so ashamed
with Rucchel and the girls,

so I've just been hiding out
down here

and just sneaking up at night.

You're living down here?

This is like Room if that
abuser had kept kosher.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

How long have you been living
on fucking crackers
and basement air?

Oh, I don't know.
I mean...

I think a couple of days.
A month.

What?
Here's the thing.

I'm scheduled
to come home soon,

so if I could pull it off,

I have, you know, one of those
really great, like,
heroes welcomes.

You ever see those
YouTube videos
of soldiers coming home

and those dogs don't even
consider biting them?

I want that with Rucchel.
What the fuck is wrong
with you?

Living down here,
running around the dark

with your little lantern
like you're fucking
Ichabod Crane.

Your wife thinks that
your house is haunted by
a dybbuk, okay?

I'm not gonna be part of this.

I understand.
You don't wanna help.

And I wouldn't either.

I'll just continue
living under the stairs.

God damn it, Garry.

Rucchel.
You've got a dybbuk.

So now I have to stage
an exorcism

so that Garry can pretend to
come home from
the Israeli Army

in time for Rucchel to believe
that her home is dybbuk-free.

Perfect. Meanwhile,

Arthur is holding me hostage
to an orgasm
of his own making.

He asked me to block out
three hours tonight.

There's nothing hotter than
reserving the amount of time

it would take to watch
The Hobbit

for your lover to insist on
pleasuring you.

I know. I feel like I'm about
to be subjected to some kind
of clitoral fracking.

Hey, hey, hey.
How's it going, New York City?

We are Order's Up.

We're all over 40,
we all own restaurants,

and we met at Rock N' Roll
Fantasy Camp.

This is an extremely slow
version of Surfin' Bird.

One, two, three.

Well, everybody's heard
about the bird

Jesus Christ.

We've only been parents
for six months

and he's already going through
a mid-life crisis.

Bird, bird, bird

Hey, hold on, guys.
I'm a little bit out of tune.
Hold on.

Bird

Bird, bird, bird

This is some straight-up
Tim Allen shit.

"How to Exorcise a Dybbuk."

The unloved spinoff to
How To Train Your Dragon.

Step 1. Assemble a Minyan.

Like those little
yellow idiots?
Billy,

if you make one more
goddamn quip,

I will punch you so hard, your
stubble will fall to the floor

like you're in
a fucking cartoon.
Note taken.

A minyan is a prayer group
of ten Jewish Men

who have all been
Bar-Mitzvah'ed.

Well, this neighborhood
is notably Jewladen.

I mean, we could just knock on
doors and ask.

Are you out of your mind?
I don't want my neighbors to
know I have a dybbuk.

Whenever I need a guy on
short notice,

I just use RentB--
I mean, Tinder.

That's it!

We'll recruit our Minyan
from J-Swipe!

Isn't J-Swipe how you teach
girls to wipe?

Front to back in the shape
of an upper case J?

Why do you know that?

No.
J-Swipe is Jewish Tinder.

There's Jewish Tinder?
Yes.

We'll create a fake profile
for the ultimate Jewish girl.

Yes! I like that.

Image search "Brandeis."

Yes, those photos are from
the Jewish A Capella
championships.

The Jew-Wops.
Hello, gorgeous.

Bye bye, Dybbuk.

What should we say?

"My breasts are as heavy
and dense

"as two garbage bags
full of marbles,

and I have the flattest,
widest ass you've ever seen."

"When I'm not drinking
iced tea

"in an air-conditioned
restaurant,

"I'm praying to Hashem

"to send me a man who will
share with me his opinions

on everything from
Bob Dylan to Philip Roth."

Ooh.

That was
"The Braille Wishbone."

"The Morse Code Noose"
combined with

"Reach for the rest of
the peanut butter
under the life of the jar."

Oh, really?

No luck with
"The Double-Handed
Vulcan Salute"?

Okay.
Drumroll please.

"The Other Becky From
'Roseanne."" Ah!

I've got some
disappointing news.

My entire doll collection
committed suicide last night.

I'm sorry for your loss.

And since you started working
with Lester,

he's actually
started forgetting things

he used to know how to do.

So, I'm sorry, Arthur,
but it's time
to let Lester go.

He's just completely useless.

Or maybe...

the problem isn't Lester.

Maybe the software
has changed!

Give him one more chance!

Not the right time, Arthur!

Call me when you've found
45 dolls in an oven.

Uh, God damn it, Lester.
I don't need to watch you
fumble around

like Ronald Reagan in...
either term.

Okay, click on the file.

Click on the folder.

Okay? Try it.

Folder, fi--
no, stop!

Just easier if I do it myself.

Hey J-Swipers.

Debbie, the Jewish girl
that you matched with,
she'll be down in a second.

She's just diffusing her hair.

I know how long
diffusing takes.

Curly hair is a whole
thing if you don't want frizz.

But I'm telling you, I've
known her since camp,

and she's worth the wait.

Oh, camp--that was the
happiest I was ever at.

All my friends come from
summer camp.
I can't wait to meet her.

You know, Jordan and I used to
do a Capella at Camp Ramah.

Nobody cares.
Save it for Debbie.
She loves that shit.

Really? I formed a
Doo Wop Group with my friends
from Project Birthright.

My Bar Mitzvah theme was
a three-part harmony.

I started a Barbershop Quartet
on the train here.

Was Lou Reed
the last cool Jew?

I am so glad
that you reached out.

The first step of sobriety
can be scary.

Yeah, I can see how it can be.

Excuse me? Can I please
see the wine list?

Julie.
Fine.

Four desserts.
And surprise me.

Julie, you were a wreck when
you called me from Saks.

I mean, you've got to get
a handle on these addictions.

I love this sponsor thing.

It's like having a friend
who never talks about herself.

A cheese plate doesn't count.
I'm gonna need a fifth.

Oh, no, no, leave it, please.
Thank you.

Nancy Reagan was
an AIDS-ignoring monster.

Tell me something
I don't know.

However, next time the bottle
calls...

I'll just say no.
There you go. Atta girl.

Oh, speak of the devil.
Hmm?

It's the bottle calling.

My old drinking buddy.

You know what to do.
I am right here for you.

Okay.

Hi.

Julie, I need you to replace
these energy-efficient
lightbulbs

with energy-wasting ones.

This economy lighting
is aging me.

No.

Excuse me?
I said no.

I can't do it.
Goodbye.

What?

I'm sorry.

Well, if I look sick,
it's because of the call
I just had with my daughter,

or this bullshit
Al Gore lighting.

Anyway, catch me up.

Thanks for the meditation app
recommendation.

Danny Aiello wasn't exactly
the guide...

Is it hot in here?

Are you hot?

Uh.

How good does that feel?
What were we so afraid of?

I don't know!
I mean, I said no.

Big deal.
What's the worst thing
that could happen?

Yeah?
I--I just called 911.

Ow!
I think your mom
is having a heart attack.

Ow!

You okay?
Yeah, I think I just learned

what the worst thing
that could happen is.

Mom!

How did you get past
the nurse?

How could you tell her
not to let me in?

How did you give me
a heart attack?

I did not intend to give you
a heart attack.

I was just trying to set
some boundaries.

Please. That's "Julie" for
you doing what you like,

when you like it, with
no regard for what I need.

All I do is regard your needs.

It's making me unhealthy.
That's rich, Julie.

You're complaining about you
being unhealthy
when I'm in a hospital bed?

All I did was tell you
I couldn't come over

and change all of your
lightbulbs within
an hour's notice.

Was it worth it, Julie?
Was it worth it?

Stop blaming me for this!

Can you please
keep it down?

Shut up, asshole!

Before you meet Debbie,

let's say a traditional
blessing for first dates.

And...
five, six, seven, eight.

Dybbuk, dybbuk, dybbuk,
get out of town

Good!

Dybbuk, Dybbuk, Dybbuk,
don't come back around

And counter-clockwise.

Gey avek, dyvuk

Put some feeling into it!

Billy, get in there.

No.
Get in there, Billy!

Get in there. It won't work
unless ten of you do it.

Un ikh darf az
du zolst gey

dybuk,
di ale!

Gey avek un kum nisht tsurik!

We don't need you
here, dybbuk.

Oh, no, not I.

Rid thee, demons!

Flee from this home!

Flee from this home!

Oh, my God!
Chrissy, Lexington.

How are you?
Thank you for coming.

A margarine casserole?
That is so sweet of you.

Don't worry about that.

We're just Jews.
We're just like you.

We're not weird.

Daddy's home!

Garry!

Ask me about Israel.

Ask me about Israel!

Get me out of here, Julie.

Who knows what they'd do
to my bangs if I nodded off.

Here, let me.

Don't forget my eyebrows.

You know, I have in my will
they can't bury me without
doing my eyebrows.

You know that video will
I made with
Tina what's-her-name.

I'm still in shock.
I can't believe
you almost died.

You know, sometimes I wonder

if maybe that would be
a relief for you.

Are you crazy?

I can't imagine life
without you.

I'd say you're a part of me,
but sometimes I think
you're most of me.

You can't leave, Mom.
I'd disappear.

Oh, sweetie.
I'm not going anywhere.

I can't imagine what life
would be without me, either.

I'm sorry about the nurse.

Next time I have a crisis in
the Saks dressing room,

I think maybe I'll just send
a selfie.

I'd like that.

You know what, I do think she
was trying to sabotage you.

I'm not that boxy.
Nobody is.

I'm exhausted.
Me too.

What if we both just sit here

and we're okay with doing
absolutely nothing.

We won't even try
to do nothing.

We'll just do nothing.

Yes.
Completely.

Ease your hand

Call out your name

We did it.
You did it.

Thank you for letting me.

I wonder what was
different this time.

Uh, maybe if you're
turned on enough,

there is no specific code.

Oh, shit. It's my sponsor.
Do you mind if a grab it?

Pumpkin Seed, from now on,
I don't mind if you grab it
or if you let me.

As long as we're both
satisfied during and after sex

I'm as happy as
a Jewish girl in an
air-conditioned restaurant.

- Hey, Vanessa.
- Hey.

I was just wondering
if you're gonna
come to the meeting tonight.

Exactly, I'm using again.

I tried but, I don't think
I'm ready to quit her.

So I just put a turban
on her instead,

and now my boyfriend
can make me come.

Okay, Julie.
You're obviously wasted.

If you need any help,
you have my number.

Hi, I'm Vanessa.
I'm an alcoholic.

Get the hell out of my chair.

So, was the army scary?

Oh, it sure was.

You know, it's not so easy
living in such
damp conditions.

Eating crackers for breakfast,
lunch, and dinner.

War, what is it good for?

Absolutely nothing.
What a blessing.

Our dybbuk is gone,
and our Garry is home.

Really great timing
for two unrelated events.

Listen, I gotta go.
I will see you all at the next
unpronounceable holiday.

Billy?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

No, I mean, um,

thank you very much.

I salute you.

All right. Bye, buys.

Billy... Thank you.

Billy...

Thank you so much,
Uncle Billy.

Shut the fuck up, Tal.

The first fucking time
in your life you say thank you
and it has to be now?

I'm just sorry you--
You don't even know

what the fuck you're
thanking him for.
All right, okay.

Hey, so is Debbie
almost ready yet?

Hey! How's it going?

Hello, everybody!

Lookin' good.
Up top.

Yeah! Whoo!

Lester, just the man
I wanted to see.

You're fired.
Clean out your desk.

All right, Gabby.
Gabby, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.

I don't know how.
I don't know how.

Okay, PBS, baby! Yeah.

Making TV.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

These guys make
the Rock Bottom Remainders

look like--
well, no, they suck also.

We're also taking requests.

Oh, I'd like to retroactively
request the night off.

No.

He's getting better.

Matthew, he is damn not.

This is a nightmare.

Oh, well, what if you took
your baby back

to the adoption agency,
got rid of it?

You know, put the focus back
on Matthew?

All right, listen up, Sheeple!

I'm Lola, and I'm the newest
member of Order's Up.

This is a real song
you can find on YouTube,
called "Building Seven."

Three, four...

Oh!

Thought it'd be easy

Thought they didn't know

You thought it was
the only way to go

Another way out

Found on the way home

Thought you
were living fast

But you were living slow