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How do you like the dress?

I don't know. It's a little...

girly.

Well, last time I checked, you were a girl.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing!

Just... it's time you owned it, sister.

With a girly dress.

Hey, Elisa.

Oh. Hi, Lucy.

Major graduation shopping frenzy, right?

Yup.

Hi, Elisa.

I love that on you.

Thank you.

Can you come in with me, Mom?

Oh, sure. 'Kay.

Come on.

I'm gonna take this off. Where's that other dress?

Oh, darling.

Do you want me to come in with you?

Oh, my God. Mirabel! No.

You're my sister. That's... weird.

Oh, my God...

It's that bad?

No...

You look just like Mom.

How'd it go?

Did you and Mirabel pick out an amazing dress?

Wait. Let me guess--

you picked out one amazing dress,

and Mirabel picked out five.

Going to my room.

But you forgot your shopping bag.

Elisa?

What's with them?

It's the age. Teen angst.

Pretty standard, really.

You know it creeps me out when you do Dr. Evil.

I want you to use your genius for good.

Boy. They give you guys way too much math homework.

This isn't homework.

I'm researching the correlation

between success and motherhood.

Oh... kay.

58% of women say

being a working mother made it harder

for them to get ahead in their careers.

So if I want a great career, maybe I can't be a mom, too.

Don't believe everything you read.

He's ghosting me!

What now?

Liam... is ghosting me.

"Ghosting."

The act of ceasing all communications

with someone you are no longer interested in.

This is done in hopes that the ghostee will get the hint,

as opposed

to just simply telling them you are no longer interested.

Do you mind?

This is serious.

Easy, Mirabel.

I can't deal with double drama from you and Elisa.

Nice, Dad.

He still hasn't responded to any of my texts!

And it's been days now.

It's okay. So... you know.

Maybe he's, um... busy with...

baseball?

No! No. No-no-no-no-no.

This doesn't happen to me!

You don't get it.

Boys don't break up with me.

That would be like...

breaking the laws of physics.

More like chemistry... or lack thereof.

Not helping, Gigi.

Things don't always go the way you want in life, Mirabel!

Girls, girls, come on.

You know, how about a little...

sister love?

I'm going back to my room.

I need to restart my phone. Maybe it's glitching.

I'm gonna go scooter down to the library.

This atmosphere is not conducive to research.

Bye, Dad.

Wh...?

Thought you only worked out in the morning?

That's my morning workout. This is my stress workout.

Mirabel testing you again, huh?

Oh, it is hormone central at my house.

Mirabel I'm used to, but now it's Elisa.

I mean, she's always been the normal, even-keeled one.

Yeah, but she's growing up, bro.

Graduating next week, right?

Yeah.

Next stop, middle school.

I'm seriously outnumbered.

When Rosa's there, it's four-to-one, bro.

I feel your pain, dude.

One smart, strong-willed woman in my house,

definitely enough.

Hey, why don't you get Stephanie to babysit?

Yeah, she can go womano-a-womano

whenever the girls act up,

while you and I are out

hoisting a few beers in a dark, manly bar.

What, are you Todd?

Nah, I'm not gonna ask Stephanie.

I'll do it.

No, it's not really appropriate.

She's an employee.

Employee? Wow!

When the downgrade?

I thought she was like family.

Can we talk about something else?

Sure.

Hey, here's a question.

Okay.

If I was to do this for a week--

and I'm talking 24-7 straight aerobic activity--

Uh-huh?

Intravenous nutrients, and steroids...

could I ever look like that guy?

You're a doctor. You tell me.

Shh, shh, she's coming.

No, I'm not shushing.

Shh, shh, shh!

Hey, Steph!

Hey.

Uh, T-Thor-- Bjorn--

was suggesting

that we should move the weights

and make it a cross-fit area.

It's not a bad idea.

Cross-fit is super-hot right now.

Yeah, fine. Do it.

That's it? "Fine."

You don't want to talk about it?

What's there to talk about?

You made your decision, I'll deal with it.

No, I didn't make a decision.

I was just proposing something.

That is true, bro. I was right here.

I-I got this, Bill.

You know, maybe, um...

we can talk about this later.

Sure. Oh, but while you're here,

can we talk about this song?

I know you love it,

but I'm kinda getting sick of hearing it.

Well, I don't love it, I like it.

But... okay.

Not really my job description,

but I will ask Alan to change up the playlist.

Thank you.

Shut it. Just pedal.

Hey. Busy?

Kinda.

What are you doing?

Listening to "I Will Survive"

and putting very unattractive filters

on every single photo of Liam and me.

And you're doing this because...

Because apparently that's what you do

when someone breaks up with you.

I looked it up online.

I'm at stage number two

out of the five stages of a break-up.

"The weird filtering stage"?

Anger.

It comes right after denial.

Oh.

Like the stages of grief we learned when Mom died.

I'm adapting.

Hey, I'm sorry I snapped at you yesterday.

Just feeling really stressed lately.

It happens.

It's just...

when we were shopping for that stupid graduation dress,

all of my friends were there with their moms,

and I was there with my sister.

I mean...

I appreciate you taking me, but...

But I'm not Mom.

Yeah.

I know it's not even a real graduation,

it's elementary school...

but it's one of those times when...

I want her here.

I know.

Yeah.

Sometimes...

All the time, I wish she was here.

Especially right now, like, with Liam.

I mean, Dad tries, but he's just--

He's not Mom.

Exactly.

He's just... not Mom.

If you want to stay in my room for a little bit...

It's fine.

You should go back to your filtering.

Later.

Thanks.

Wow!

Look at you, all dressed up.

For you, I mean.

Hilarious, man.

I'd love to stand here and trade witty barbs,

but, um...

this guy's got a hot date tonight.

Really? W-With who?

It's "with whom," not "who."

I guess you get what you pay for

with those athletic scholarships, huh?

Ha!

Roasted!

I am on fire right now.

The sizzlin' hot mama to whom I am referring is--

wait for it...

My wife.

Oh. Okay.

So you're not having an affair?

I mean, you had me

worried there for, like, a nanosecond.

It's actually our anniversary.

15 years of blissfully wedded bliss.

Actually, more like ten.

Well, good for you guys!

So where are you going to celebrate?

Hittin' the lanes, baby!

You're taking your wife bowling?

That's your idea of romantic?

No, dude!

That's her idea of romantic.

That's the beauty part.

Why do think we're still together?

You've gotta find somebody you can bowl with.

It's all about the comfort factor.

That's true love, Ricardo.

I guess you're right, yeah.

And you came over here to tell me all this because...?

I need the keys to the 'Stang, bro.

M-My new Mustang? I don't think so.

You don't understand, okay?

I need that car to make the magic happen tonight.

You feel me?

You can't even drive stick.

Yeah, but she can!

Just another reason why I love her.

It's yours.

Ohh... You the man.

'Cause I feel a turkey comin'!

That's three strikes in a row, by the way.

Have a great night tonight, Todd.

Thank you!

So, Stephanie.

You're a single woman in her late-30s

with a career.

Early-30s, but yes.

"Early-30s." Noted.

So, tell me.

Are you glad that you made that choice?

What choice?

You know, picking career over marriage

and family.

Who said that I made a choice?

Just because I have a career

doesn't mean I won't get married or have children.

Someday.

I'm not putting a deadline on it or anything.

Well...

the study I was reading, called "The Marriage Crunch,"

said college-educated women

had a 20% chance of getting married

if they were still single at 30,

and a 5% chance at 35,

and a 2.6% chance at the age of 40!

Okay, stop.

I get the picture.

Why are you asking me this, anyway?

Just planning ahead.

How do you think I got where I am today?

Sometimes, you scare me.

I have that effect on people.

Yeah.

-Tricky Ricky.

Hey.

Hey. You got time for a T.O.?

Uh, that's-- that's redundant.

What is?

Well, you said do I have time for a time-out.

How's that redundant?

You're right. You're right.

I guess it's not.

Um, anyway, what do you need, Thor?

I'm sorry. Bjorn.

I was just wondering,

what's the company policy on dating, in-house?

Is there, like, an H.R. rule against that sort of thing?

Well, you're talking to the H.R. Department.

Perfect.

Is there a rule against that?

Well, is there someone in particular in the gym

you want to date?

Because I think Alan's in a relationship.

Hmm? No. What?

No.

I don't actually think Alan's in a relationship.

Um...

So, you don't have a problem with that?

No! No. Why would I?

You know,

as long as it doesn't affect anybody's work.

If it does affect someone's work,

I guess, uh, whoever that is

would need to find work elsewhere.

You want to know who it is?

No.

I'll tell you later.

Boss man!

Gigi...

help me understand why you're doing this study.

You're eight--

Eight going on "marriage crunch."

No, eight going on nine.

You have so much time!

In no way do you need to decide now

between career and family.

That is insane.

Is it? When did you decide?

What do you mean?

I told you, I didn't decide.

I'm still deciding. Whatever!

You ever consider becoming a lawyer?

You know, when you turn 12.

No. Lawyers will all be robots when I grow up.

Meaning those jobs will be done by robots.

Hah. Most of them already are robots.

I've dated a few.

You can just marry that guy.

Your dad?

Why do you say that?

No. The other guy.

The hunky one.

Thor Marry Thor?

Don't be silly.

So you are picking career over marriage.

Gigi!

Go ask your dad.

It's in my file.

I need to go back to work.

Biscotti?

Uh... ahem.

No, thank you.

May I ask, uh, why you called this rendezvous?

Armand...

I was wondering if you would be interested in

what the kids call

"updating your status"?

I'm not sure I take your meaning.

Well, it's all over the Internet.

Update your status to "In a Relationship."

But I'm not in a relationship.

Oh, my goodness.

Do I have to explain everything?

Look. Only a month ago,

you asked me to marry you.

Nothing would make me happier.

I'm so glad to hear you say that.

But, um...

Kid...

when I proposed to you, and you turned me down,

you said you couldn't trust me.

I know I did.

That hurt.

Those kinds of wounds can't be healed overnight.

I'm sorry. I spoke too soon.

I hope you'll forgive me.

My mother always said,

"You have to go for love

no matter how many skies have fallen."

It's better in Spanish.

I wouldn't presume to psychoanalyze

a woman as complex as you, Rosa,

but you did lose three husbands.

Oh, well, not exactly.

One died, and the other two I lost on purpose.

You also

lost your daughter.

A lot of skies have fallen in your life.

Maybe, uh, you're not ready.

I am ready.

Do I have to beg?

Because I don't do begging.

Bonjour, Armand.

Bonjour, Colette.

Do you know every single girl in this place?

I take an interest in people.

Armand,

would you please come with me

to my granddaughter Elisa's graduation?

As my date?

Rosa...

I have to think about it.

There's your other granddaughter over there.

Is that her boyfriend she's with?

Mirabel, yes. Boyfriend, not too sure about.

When I didn't hear from you,

I actually thought

that you were breaking up or something.

I went on that website, "the Five Stages of a Break-up."

And then you called,

and I realized I was being legit crazy.

I really like you, Mirabel.

Well, duh.

You'd be a pretty bad boyfriend if you didn't.

But I can't go out with you anymore.

Wh...

What-- What do you mean?

I mean, why not?

We have a million things in common.

Dance, glee...

All those YouTubes we did together.

Look, I can't really explain.

But we need to take a break.

No. No break.

I know what that means.

Okay. I'll make you a deal.

Come with me to my sister's graduation,

as my date,

and if you still feel this way after,

we can, like, talk some more...

...and...

and then we can work through this,

whatever "this" is.

I'm sorry, Mirabel.

I can't.

Please, Liam.

Don't make me go through the bargaining phase.

Mirabel...

Mirabel...

Come, darling. I'll drive you home.

Looks like we're both on our own.

Hey!

Ahem.

Stephanie.

Uh, do you need something?

No.

Uh, nothing.

I'm just on my break.

So, have you spoken to Paige?

Uh, not yet. Why?

Oh, just wondering.

She went back to Chicago.

Yeah, I know.

We're friends, remember?

That's how you two met.

So she told you... what happened?

No. No, no, no, no.

We didn't talk about anything personal like that.

She likes to play those kinds of things

pretty close to her Prada sweater vest.

Yeah, she's got great vests.

Uh, anyway, I'm babbling, so I'm gonna go back to work.

uh...

is there a dress code for Elisa's graduation?

Uh, you're still coming?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

Well, uh, I, uh, I only have so many tickets,

and it's supposed to be for family and close friends.

Which I am... so what are you saying?

W-What I'm saying is that I don't have a ticket

for Thor.

Thor?

Why would I be bringing Thor?

I-It's no biggie.

I told Thor it was okay. He asked me

if I had a problem with employees dating.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Alrighty, then.

Guess I have a few things to deal with

in the dumbbell area.

To be continued.

All right, all right, all right.

Mirabel?

She went out!

What is it?

Nothing! Everything's fine.

Come on...

You pick now not to answer your texts?

Dad?

Yes, sweetheart?

Can you come here? Like, now!

Yep. Coming.

-Psst! -Ah!

Hey, what's up, my middle D?

Everything cool?

No! Everything is not cool!

Whoa. What is it?

It...

mm!

Honey, I can't help you

unless you tell me what's wrong.

Okay.

I just got my period. Mirabel's out of...

whatever she uses.

You need to go

to the drug store, like, now!

Okay! Okay. Drug store. On it!

What am I getting again?

Never mind. I'll figure it out.

Hang tight. Back in 10.

Dad, Elisa won't let me in the bathroom.

Sorry, Gigi. I only have enough bandwidth for one kid right now.

Elisa?

I'm back. I got what you need.

Oh, thank God.

Dad!

Yeah?

Adult diapers?

Are you kidding me?

Darn it!

Is that what they are?

I was in such of a hurry, I got the wrong thing.

How is this even possible?

Didn't you have to do all this with Mirabel?

No, I-I-I didn't.

Your mother always handled that then.

You know what? That's it!

I'm not going to graduation.

Graduation?

What are you talking about?

It's dumb! I'm in elementary school, Dad.

Don't need a whole ceremony thing

just 'cause I managed to not get held back.

Elisa--

No! Can I have some privacy now?

Or did you get me some arthritis cream

to go with that?

How about some ice cream, dear?

Nothing like a little dulce de leche

for a broken heart.

Uh, I'm gonna do laundry.

No calories.

Ohh!

One of you needs to talk to Elisa.

Stuff is going on around here

that's way above my salary cap.

I'll go.

I need to get my laundry together anyway.

And you... kitchen. Now.

And this is when they should have

Isabella around, not me.

True.

But all you can do is your best,

even if your best

is buying adult diapers for a 12-year-old girl.

It may have been my most boneheaded Dad move ever.

She's fine.

First time's always a bit weird.

But seriously, Dad?

Adult diapers?

I know! I know!

Hey, um...

Abuela just told me that you and Liam broke up.

He didn't even give me a reason.

Just that it wasn't "fair" to me.

But how do you know it was about you, Mirabel?

There's plenty of reasons

why people can't be together.

It's not always personal.

Well, I don't know what else it could be,

otherwise I wouldn't be doing colors

on a whites day.

I just let the most charming man on the planet get away.

Ohh.

Oh, I need that more than you do.

So you're not in love with Armand, is that it?

I wish that was it.

If I'm not in love with Armand, why do I feel this way?

I'm like Mirabel,

getting broken up with for the first time.

Can I bore you with a baseball story?

Your stories never bore me hijo.

Well...

senior year of high school,

I got two offers--

one from Michigan,

and one from the Angels.

You know, I knew I had the arm for the show,

but I chose Michigan.

You got a good education. That's smart.

Uh, no. No, that's what I told my parents.

I was afraid.

I wanted a big league career so bad,

I was terrified of washing out.

But, in the end, it worked out very well.

Yeah.

Yeah, but if I had gone sooner,

that's four more years in the pros before I got hurt.

You know, maybe a shot at the Hall of Fame.

My point is...

you've never lived your life afraid of anything.

Don't start now.

You know, you're not so boneheaded after all.

Thanks. Can you tell Elisa that?

Dad? You know all of Mom's special dresses?

The ones we saved for you guys?

Yeah. Where are they?

Uh, in the basement.

In a garment bag. Why?

Oh, thanks. Love you.

These smell so good.

The olfactory sense is truly powerful.

It's hand-made by Mom.

That's why it's so special.

This is the one!

I remember seeing her wearing it to parties,

and I can see her twirling around in it,

dancing with Dad.

Maybe that's why Liam broke up with me.

My salsa sucks.

Anyway, Elisa will look unbelievable in this,

won't she?

She truly would.

The soft tones would complement her alabaster skin.

Uh, Gigi, can you still sew?

Of course.

I learned when I was six.

The same year I taught myself Mandarin.

What does that mean?

"I'm really great at sewing."

Or "I'll have the duck."

I'm a still Rosetta Stone's throw away from fluent.

Can you get this altered in time

for Elisa's graduation?

Doesn't she already have a dress?

The one you guys bought?

Yeah.

She can't wear it anymore.

Why not?

I'll tell you when you're older.

How fast can you fix this?

How fast can you do my laundry?

Deal. Get to work.

Yes.

Girls! Come on!

Game time!

Mirabel says you can't rush beauty.

Yeah, but you can speed it up a little.

Really, Mirabel?

All black to your sister's graduation?

Mm-hmm.

In Chekhov's The Seagull,

when they ask Masha,

"Why do you always wear black?"

Masha replies,

"Because I'm in mourning for my life."

Masha got married.

Didn't work out great for her.

Enough with the marriage/career thing, Gigi.

Bigger fish to fry here.

For your information,

I'm actually at the fifth stage of a breakup--

Acceptance.

Acceptance?

Mm-hmm.

That's great, Mirabel! Very grown-up of you.

I know.

I just realized that it's probably not all about me.

I mean, when you stop to think about it,

how could it be?

And she's back.

Uh, Elisa?

You don't want to be late for your own graduation!

You look just like...

Mom?

Is that her dress?

I don't know. It's not too much?

How did you guys...

so fast?

Let's just say,

if nuclear physics doesn't work out for Gigi,

she could definitely go into tailoring.

You're giving me your Marc Jacobs?

Oh, my God! Marc Jacobs?

Well, yeah...

You need something that size for your adult diapers.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

I don't get it.

Good! Now let's go.

Come on.

Wait. I really don't get it, though.

I'll tell you in a few years.

Hey!

Hey, Aunt Jackie.

Wow. Look at all these success stories.

Track and Field Champion, Junior Debate Finals,

National Education Award.

This is what I want when I grow up--

a whole table full of diplomas and medals.

I love your ambition, Gigi.

But how is this ever going to happen

with all the distractions of a family?

You wouldn't believe our house right now.

Mirabel and Liam, Elisa and her dress thing...

It's madness.

Three girls, one dad.

It's bound to happen.

Hey, Dad's lucky.

He already had his amazing success as a baseball player.

And he doesn't need to throw fastballs

while raising us.

Hmm. You know...

You don't have to have children.

I didn't.

Which, I'm guessing, is why you're talking to me about this.

And look at you,

a brilliant doctor.

But maybe you wouldn't be as brilliant

if you had to expend brain cells

on a house full of overgrown rugrats.

Maybe.

But I want to you think

if there could be another reason

why you're worried about having a family...

besides it interfering with your career.

No, I'm pretty sure

I've already considered all the relevant factors.

Except one.

Your mom.

How's that?

Children who lose their mother or father at a young age

tend to have a different view of parenthood

when they grow up.

So you think I'm worried that I'll have kids and then die?

I wouldn't have used those words, but...

Hey. Let's see how you feel about your career

when the time comes.

But don't let losing your mom stop you from being one.

Okay?

Okay. And thank you.

You're welcome.

But for what?

For being the first adult to take me seriously.

Bring it in.

That's what aunties are for, honey.

Mm.

Let's go have some fun.

Is this seat taken?

Oh! Armand.

You're here.

I didn't think you'd come.

Kid, a guy can play hard-to-get for only so long.

Oh.

Well, it worked.

Would it sound corny to say

I was a fool to think I could live without you?

It would be ridiculously corny,

and I hope you say that to me again and again

and again.

Hey, uh, grad girl.

Sign my yearbook?

Ha-ha.

I'm sensing

you're not having the best time at your graduation.

You're sensing right.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No offense,

but the only person I really want to talk about it with

isn't here.

Right.

Your mom.

She's not here for my graduation.

She's not here when I get my first period.

Elisa, I'm sorry.

Those are some big-time milestones.

Not to mention

all the other ones that haven't even happened yet.

I mean, college, my wedding...

I know.

Have you, um, talked to your dad about how you're feeling?

Or Rosa?

Not really.

I'm sure they'd want to know.

I don't want to upset them.

I mean, if Mom not being here is making me this sad,

it's probably gonna make them sad, too.

Elisa, you have such a big heart.

Your mom would be very proud of you.

Would a hug kill you right now?

Probably not.

Do you wanna go graduate?

I guess.

Hi, Dad.

Hey.

I was wondering where you disappeared to.

Stephanie.

Uh... you came alone?

Of course, I came alone.

And it's nice to see you, too.

She's really missing her mom.

Uh, Elisa, can we talk for a sec?

I think I'm supposed to go check in with my class.

You've got a minute.

Sit down.

Ohh.

Elisa, honey.

I want you to know that you can always talk to me.

You know, about your mom or...

anything.

Okay.

I miss her.

I wish she was here.

I wish she was going to be here

for all the things a girl goes through in her life,

like when I lose my virginity, or--

Oh, wow! Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Whoa... Slow down there.

I, uh, I understand what you're saying.

Things happen all the time at home or at work

that I wish I could just...

...Tell her about.

Get her advice.

That's why I didn't want to tell you.

I don't want to make you sad.

I know you miss her, too.

I'll tell you what.

Let's make a pact.

A pact?

You come to me

whenever you miss your mom...

And I'll come to you whenever I miss her.

Okay, Dad.

That sounds good.

Yeah.

Welcome!

If the graduates would please join their classes,

the ceremony is about to begin.

I better get going, or they might hold me back.

Oh, go. I don't think I could do this twice.

Thanks, Dad.

I love you so much.

I love you.

Good job.

Well done.

Good job.

Elisa.

She survived!

Oh, more importantly, so did I.

Yeah, Thor would've loved this,

but I can see how there wouldn't have been any extra seats

for him and his hammer.

Okay, okay. So what's up with you two?

-For real? -Yeah.

Absolutely nothing.

Well, then why did he--

Ask for your blessing to hit on me?

Because he's Thor!

I wouldn't call him a sophisticated thinker.

Didn't take me long to realize

that all I wanted from him was to work out.

You know...

you don't have to be everything for the girls.

You can lean on other people.

Well, I-I lean on Rosa enough.

Her Baccarat game is starting to suffer.

I don't mean Rosa.

I mean other people who care about you.

And the girls.

Oh.

Right.

People like...

Me.

Ahem.

So excited for Elisa.

Hey!

-I was looking for you guys! -Hey.

Hey, how do you, uh, feel about bowling?

I love bowling! Why?

Uh... no reason.

Just something Todd said.

Ahem.

All right! Let's celebrate!

Where are we going?

-Italian. -Chinese.

-Mexican. -Mac'n'cheese.

We do Mac'n'cheese every time!

Hey! Hey-hey-hey-hey! Time out!

I don't care where we go, as long as we're all together.

Let's go!

Hey, Uncle Bill, remember "Tricky Ricky"?

"Tricky Ricky"?

It's "Icky Ricky." Not "Tricky Ricky."

Hurry up. I'm starving.