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- Jeremy, party of five!
- That's us!

Ooh, oh. Ah! Excuse me.

Whew.

Remember when we had to legally

stand six feet apart from one another?

Yeah, I miss it.

- Excuse us.
- Oh, excuse us.

Sorry.

Carrie?

Is that Bitsy von Muffling?

- Carrie. Excuse me.
- Yep, that's Bitsy.

I can't believe it. I cannot believe it.

Oh, it's been forever.

Do we hug or bump elbows?

Sign language, smoke signals.

Where are we these days?

And, and where's the fourth musketeer?

Where's Samantha?

Oh, um, she's no longer with us.

No, no, no, no. She didn't die.

Oh no! No, no.
I'm so sorry, no.

I just meant she's not with us.

- She's in London.
- Oh, thank God.

After the horror show
we've been through,

I just assume anyone I haven't seen

in a while has passed on,

or... gave up and moved to Palm Beach.

- No, she moved to the U.K. for work.
- Smart.

Sexy sirens in their 60s
are still viable over there.

- Well, enjoy.
- Bitsy, are you coming?

Bye!

Remember when we couldn't
air kiss hello or goodbye?

Yes, I miss it.

Carrie, party of three!

- Yay! Yes, that's us. Yay.
- Nice! Here we go.

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I stepped on a used condom
in Brady's room this morning.

- Eww...
- Wait!

I was barefoot at the time. Okay now.

Ooh, does anyone wanna
split the croque madame?

I will. Did you hear what I said?

Mm-hm. Are we getting fries with that?

I stepped on my son's
semen before coffee.

We are definitely
getting fries with that.

- Hmm.
- This is totally on Steve and me.

We started letting Luisa spend
the night because we like her,

and now Brady's bedroom
floor is a minefield.

Well, it's good he's using protection.

Now that is seeing
the condom as half full.

When do you start school?

What? I changed the
subject. Life's too short.

I'm starting with spring
semester next week.

- Wow.
- Oh, really? Next week?

Are you gonna, you know...

Go crazy? Too late, already happened.

No, color your hair.

Now where is that darn
waitperson with the check?

- We haven't even ordered yet.
- Oh, I know, but I want out now.

I just think the gray ages you.

No, you think the gray ages you

because if we're friends,
and I am this age,

you can't be whatever age
you're pretending to be.

I am not pretending to be any age.

- I am 55.
- What? You want a medal?

Yes. Yes, I do. Can I get a medal?

Yes, you can, and when
I turn 55 in 10 years,

I would like a medal as well.

- Thank you.
- And...

Why are you just going after me?

Carrie dyes her hair, too.

Yeah, but hers is obvious.
You're trying to pass.

Yeah, but obvious in a good way, right?

'Cause this kind of
"obvious," it don't come cheap.

You look great gray, but I miss the red.

And I just thought it might be fun,

you know, for the start of school.

Yeah, for all your playdates and things.

Charlotte, I'm getting
a Master's in Human Rights

to pair with my law degree,

so, hopefully, I can become an
advocate for women who need one.

I don't have to be a
spicy redhead to do that.

I mean, we can't just stay who we were.

- Right?
- Absolutely.

And there are more important issues

in the world than trying to look young.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg dyed her hair.

Mic drop.

Wow, I've gotta get him.

Do you see his hat?
Looks like a light fixture.

For my Instagram.

How's all that goin'?

Uh, you know, when I
first started doing it,

it was really just for
me, you know, just for fun,

posting strangers who
have interesting style,

but now... that I'm on that podcast,

it's kind of growing into a thing.

Wow. Instagram, podcast.

I guess you're passing as younger, too.

Still haven't listened to it, have you?

Carrie, I love you to death,

but I draw the line at podcasts.

I just ran into LTW in the ladies' room.

Great! I don't know what that means.

Lisa Todd Wexley.

Everyone at school calls her LTW.

Now, is LTW a person,

- or a sorority you hope to pledge.
- I know, I know.

I sound so silly, but
she's just so cool.

She is a documentarian,
and a humanitarian.

And her husband, Herbert,

is an investment banker
who might run for mayor.

And she's on the International
"Vogue" Best-Dressed List.

Wow, I think I need a nap.

We are on the parent
school board together,

so, this year, we've been
getting to know each other better

'cause she signed her son, Henry, up

to study with the same piano
teacher that Lily studies with.

- Oh, which reminds me...
- To breathe?

You haven't RSVP'd yet
for Lily's piano recital.

Oh, I know. I'm sorry,
sweetie. I can't go.

Big and I are driving
out east on Wednesday.

Can't you drive out Friday?

'Cause Lily has been practicing

for this night every day for a year.

Sweetie, I know, but Big
already took time off.

But you could go to
the Hamptons with Big any time.

And this concert is at
the Manhattan School of Music.

It's a very big deal.

The Manhattan School of Music, Carrie.

The Manhattan School of Music.

I'm sorry, where is the concert again?

All right, I'll talk to him. I will.

- Oh, hi!
- I don't wanna interrupt.

- Oh, you're not interrupting!
- Hi.

These are my very best
friends, Miranda and Carrie.

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Lisa.

Charlotte has told me
so much about you both.

Well, we just got the
crash course on you, too.

Oh no.

- That's a great bracelet.
- It's interesting, right?

It's this 20-year-old out of Jackson,
Mississippi, I came across online.

- She's amazing.
- Oh, that's great.

Oh my God. Who ordered the French fries?

I'd have to know you a lot
longer before I confessed that.

- Can I have one?
- Sure, they're cold.

But they're still greasy, right?

- So bad, they're good.
- Ooh, yikes, I'm gonna be late.

I have to go do a podcast.

- They're like jury duty now.
- Yeah, I should go, too.

Um, it was really,
really nice to meet you.

Any friend of French fries
is a friend of mine.

Hope to see you again.

- Yeah, same here.
- Bye!

- Sit!
- What did you get at Oscar?

- Show me.
- Oh, it's for the girls.

- Ta-da!
- It's gorg.

I just wanted them to
have something so special

for Lily's big night.

Henry is gonna bomb this recital.

- Oh, no, he won't.
- It's my fault.

I started him too late.

I have to force him to practice.

I literally have to pry his fingers

off the PlayStation, and
put them on the keyboard.

Well, you know what? He's a beginner.

People will understand.

People might, but
my mother-in-law won't.

She's a world-renowned concert pianist,

and an even more
accomplished pain in my ass.

Oh, my friends are waiting.
I'll call you later.

- Bye.
- Bye! I'll talk to you soon.

Yes! Bye.

Don't stress if
you can't make the recital.

Her piano teacher rents that venue.

It's the Park Avenue equivalent of

"every kid gets a trophy."

Still, I should go.

Charlotte's an amazingly
supportive friend.

She listens to the podcast.

You know, it is kinda like she's dead...

Samantha.

We never even talk about her.

Well, what is there to say?

I told her that because of, you know,

what the book business is now,
it just didn't make sense for me to...

keep her on as a publicist.
She said, "Fine,"

- and then fired me as a friend.
- She didn't fire you.

Okay, she stopped returning my calls.

You know Samantha.

- Her pride got damaged.
- Which was why I kept

leaving her voicemails, asking
her to please call me back,

so we could talk about this and fix it.

Look, I understand that she was upset,

but I thought I was
more to her than an ATM.

You are.

- She was embarrassed.
- So embarrassed

she took a job and moved to London?

Wait, have you spoken to her?

No, neither has Charlotte.

I mean, we texted and called,
but we never heard back.

- Do you think, maybe, if you...
- I did. Multiple texts.

- And nothing.
- Okay.

Well, then I guess that's
all we can, you know, do.

- So weird.
- I know.

I always thought the four of
us would be friends forever.

- Anyway, up I go.
- Okay.

- Okay, thanks for walking me.
- Sure.

Hey, Carrie... My hair?

Fabulous.

Hi, everyone.

That's it? That's all the greeting
I get after I rescued you?

Are you talking to me or Burton?
'Cause you rescued me, too.

Lily, that is a terrible thing to say.

I know. That's why I said it.

Well, never say it again,

and, for the record, you rescued me.

Mwah!

- Please love me.
- Mom, don't be so needy.

I am not being needy. He's withholding.

- Do you wanna see your dress?
- Mm-hm.

Do you wanna see
the dress, Richard Burton?

Do you wanna see the dress, hm?

Da-da-da-da!

- So pretty!
- I love it.

And what's in the other bag?

A dress for Rose, of course.

- We are here!
- Hit it, kiddo. Hit it hard.

Ooh, nicely done.

Okay, go for it, Dad.

Harry, you better not have
your hands on those walls again!

I don't!

Much...

Just once or twice.

- I'm gettin' really good, babe.
- You are ridiculous.

- But it keeps you guessin'.
- Yes.

Rose, honey, let me show you
the dress I got you for Lily's concert.

I am gettin' there.

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah.

- Isn't it pretty?
- Ooh.

Okay... define pretty.

- Uh, Dad?
- What?

Bike helmet not a good
look on a 58-year-old Jew?

- Oh, honey, I'm home!
- Hey, kid.

Let the wine begin.

Mmm.

Is that supposed to make me forget
that you're a half-hour late?

- Did it?
- Oh yeah.

Then my work here is done.

How was your day?

Perfect. The Dow and the Mets both up.

Very nice.

Hey... that shady fish guy

tried to slip me some
low-rent salmon again.

I said, "At these prices?" Oh, no, sir.

No, no, no, no, no.

That is not the Copper
River sockeye salmon.

- What?
- I'm just wondering

who this person is I'm looking at

because I remember when you kept

your sweaters in the stove.

I remember when your hair was black.

Oh, that's really uncalled for.

- Totally uncalled for.
- You wanna go there, huh?

'Cause I can go there.

Well why don't you stop going there,

and go there, and put
on the album du jour.

Okay, Mr. Big.

What letter we up to?

"R," last night was Ronstadt.

That's right. Yep,
Ronstadt. Here we are.

So, tonight is Todd Rundgren.

- Oh, that's my favorite fucking album.
- Fucking album.

You know, you've said that about

pretty much every album since we started

this little dinner ritual waaay back

on day three of the lockdown.

- What's your point?
- My point is...

- You got a lot of favorites.
- Yes, I do.

But this guy...

This guy and this song... this song.

♪ Hello it's me ♪

♪ I've thought about us
for a long, long time ♪

♪ Maybe I think too much
but something's wrong ♪

♪ There's something here
doesn't last too long ♪

♪ Maybe I shouldn't
think of you as mine ♪

Oh, I'm yours, and I'm hungry.

Okay, what do I do to help?

- Salt the fish, please.
- 'Kay.

♪ Seeing you ♪

Hey, can we wait to drive out

- to the Hamptons 'til Friday?
- ♪ Or seeing anything ♪

Charlotte really wants me to go to

Lily's recital on Thursday.

Thank you. Do you wanna come with me?

Didn't think so.

Well, what are you gonna do that night?

Oh, don't worry about me.

I'll be spending the night
at home... with Allegra.

Oh, her again?

Yes, jealous?

That's enough salt.

Yeah, I'm jealous.

I'm jealous of your Peloton instructor.

Well, you should be.

You know she's from Barcelona?

She motivates me.

And she's giving me a special shout-out

on my thousandth ride.

Aw, you love shout-outs.

♪ Think of me ♪

♪ You know that I'd be
with you if I could ♪

- ♪ I'll come around ♪
- ♪ 'Round to see you once in a while ♪

♪ Or if you ever need
a reason to smile ♪

♪ And spend the night
if you think I should ♪

Pepper.

Oh.

Hi.

Could I get a glass of Chablis, please?

Oh, we don't open 'til 11.

- It's 11:00 somewhere.
- Sorry, ma'am.

Okay, I'll wait.

Hey, that's where the professor sits.

Oh, sorry.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

That's where the professor sits.

Uh, sorry, he just told me.

- Someone's quick with the pronouns.
- Uh, it's fine.

I am the professor.

- Wa... Y-You're the professor?
- Yeah.

- You're Nya Wallace?
- Yes.

Why do you seem so surprised?

Well, your braids.

A law professor can't
have hair like mine?

- Why is that?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I didn't, I didn't mean

because of the braids. I was, I was...

I, I was just thrown because the braids

are, are so different
than the hair in your photo

on the Columbia website.

My comment had nothing whatsoever

to do with it being a Black hairstyle.

I, I knew that you were Black

when I signed up for this class.

Uh, that was important to me.

You signed up for this
class because I'm Black?

Well, not just because you're Black.

I picked this class because...

you're such a force in academia

on top of everything you
do as a community activist.

God, I sound like such a brown-nose.

I mean, um...

please just forget

that I ever said
anything about your hair.

Hair has... nothing whatsoever

to do with, uh, appropriateness,

or intelligence, or gravitas, obviously.

I mean, do I look like
someone who attaches

any significance to hair?

I, I let mine go gray, and
I don't care if it makes me look old.

Not that I'm ageist. Do I sound ageist?

You really want me to
answer that question?

I am so sorry for
taking everyone's time.

This is not at all who I am.

I will just be quiet now.

Okay, uh...

Hi, hi, hello, everyone.

Welcome to Policies and
Principles of Humanitarian Law.

I am Professor Nya Wallace,

and before we delve into this

complicated and important work,

I just want to clear up

that on the Columbia University website,

I am rockin' a short Halle Berry, right?

This is "X, Y, and Me,"
the podcast that talks about

gender roles, sexual roles,
and... cinnamon rolls.

All the roles I care passionately about.

Representing the cisgender women is...

Carrie Bradshaw.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey, Ms. Cis.

And representing the cishet men is...

the dude himself, Jackie Nee.

What up, sista-brotha?

That's right because
I'm both and neither.

I am Che Diaz, your host.

And queer, nonbinary,
Mexican, Irish diva

representing everyone else
outside these two boring genders.

Woke moment!

And yes, I know that no one person

can represent all the genders,

and sexual orientations,

or an entire race, and
I, I fully acknowledge

that we are complicated, diverse beings

here on this wondrous planet

all just striving to
be our very best self.

Many of us just tryin' to get laid.

Or at least that's what
we talk about on my show,

so let's figure some shit out.

- Who's got what?
- I'll go.

- Oh, okay.
- Hi, Carrie.

- Hello.
- I have a question

for you about women.

What is it, Jackie?

Why don't you see women
jerkin' it on the subway?

I'm hoping that's
a multiple choice question.

Yeah, good one, Jackie.

I was worried you were
gonna ask something sophomoric,

like, "What can I, as
a straight cis male",

"personally do to eradicate
the harmful patriarchal system

of the gender binary, and
compulsory heterosexuality?"

No, but for serious, I see
dudes masturbating everywhere.

I saw a guy jerkin' off
on the J train today.

I guess that's what the "J" stands for.

And the "A" train stands for anal.

Oh, that must be why I don't ride it.

Woke moment!

Sexual expression of any kind should

always be discussed and consented to

by all parties involved.

Unless it's just you and your sex toys.

Then, go ahead!

Surprise yourself.

All right, let's, uh,
move off the prototypes,

- and into the personal. Jackie...
- Yeah.

Have you ever masturbated out in pub...

Nah, you know what? Let's
just speed this along.

Is there any public place
where you haven't masturbated?

Uh... nah.

I like to masturbate at Yankee Stadium.

Well, my version of masturbation.

I, uh, I wear a Yankees cap,

and I just, uh, I sit
there sippin' a beer,

and...

I really get off on watching

the bros try to figure out what I am.

And it's not just the
dudes. It's also the ladies.

I'm an equal opportunity confuser.

- What about you, Carrie?
- Oh, me? What? What? What?

Oh. What about, What
about me? Oh, oh, oh...

Oh, are you ask... You're asking
me about, about masturbation?

Yes, I'm, I'm asking
you about masturbation.

Particularly you. Do you masturbate?

Uh, I would like to buy a vowel, please.

Sorry, I don't... I don't
know what that means.

Um, okay, yes, sorry.

Let's see. Ooh, yes. I'm here, okay.

Yes, go. I'm here. Yes.

Um... have you ever
masturbated in a public place?

Uh, well, uh, not since Barneys closed.

- Hmm.
- Uh, what's Barneys?

Okay, now that's offensive.

What are we thinkin' time
frame-wise about our next IVF round?

I don't know, Andre.

Uh, my body still feels
off from that last round,

and why're we talkin' about this
as I'm gettin' on mass transit?

Uh, Samuel was just kinda

pushing me about whether I'm
going out on the tour or not.

- Now you're pushing me?
- Am I?

Um, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to. My bad. I just...

I didn't wanna keep him hangin'.

They've been so good to me.

No, I get that, um...

Uh... I guess what I'm saying is, um...

I'm feeling...

Can't talk right now.

No, no. Uh, go ahead, Ny.

- You're feelin' what?
- I can't talk right now, Andre Rashad.

I have a student lookin'
right at me.

Shit, she's comin' over here.

Okay, I gotta go. Uh, I'll be home soon.

I'll set dinner. Nothin' but love.

Okay, bye.

I just wanted to introduce myself

in a non-manic, non-crazy lady way.

- Oh.
- I'm Miranda Hobbes,

and that, I don't even
know what to call it,

- performance I gave about your hair...
- It's fine.

- We don't have to do that again.
- Oh, I hear ya.

I, I just wanted you to know that I am,

actually, a serious person,

and that being in your
class means a lot to me.

I, I quit...

I, uh...

I left corporate law,

recently, after almost 30 years

because I couldn't be part
of the problem anymore.

I was at home watching CNN

when the Muslim ban was initiated,

and I saw all those attorneys

out at the airport offering assistance,

and I just... The next thing I knew,

I was in a cab goin' to JFK

to do something, anything
because, you know...

my wearing a pink pussy
hat just wasn't cutting it.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch a lot of that.

Probably just as well.

Hey, Carrie. You got a minute?

Oh, sure... That was a funny show today.

- I like the gloves.
- Oh, thanks.

Yeah, they're really mostly for
elevator buttons and handrails.

It's just a little something
I started during the pandemic.

Seems to be hangin' in there.

So, about today's show,

you need to dialogue with us more.

Oh, um, no, go ahead. I'll,
I'll ride down with you.

Okay.

Oh, just a few quick puffs.
I'm so wired after a show.

- You want a hit?
- No, I'm, I'm good, thank you.

Yeah, so...

you can't just sit there giggling.
You know what I mean?

Well, um,

I'm really stronger when people call in

with relationship questions.

You know, today turned kind of raunchy.

Well, that's where it goes sometimes,

and you need to go with it,
or the trolls will label you

"the uptight cisgender
female married lady."

- And that's not who you are.
- It's not?

I know you got more.

C'mon, I mean, you had
a column about sexuality

in a mainstream newspaper
in the fuckin' 1990s.

You're the OG. You... are badass.

Well, you know, that
was writing at a desk.

I'm not a stand-up like you two.

I'm, I'm not comfortable
with the more graphic content,

you know, it's just... It's not me.

Hmm, you might wanna
step out of that box.

Surprise yourself. Just a suggestion.

Well, in, in my defense,
I did do that anal joke

- about not riding the A train.
- That was good!

- See? Don't hold yourself back.
- Okay.

You were... You were so
funny at your job interview.

Yeah, but that was like
our first date, you know?

I gave you all my good stuff.

Look, I really want this
to work out for all of us,

so I say this with love...

ya better step your pussy up.

- Oh, okay.
- Okay, so what're you gonna do?

I'm gonna... step my pussy up?

- Hmm, was that a question?
- No.

- Oh.
- I'm gonna step my pussy up.

Yes!

_

_

Do you masturbate?

I feel like that's a trick question.

- Do you?
- Uh, Senator,

I'm gonna wait for my counsel

before I respond to that.

Is this for your new book?

For the podcast.

I have to step my pussy up.

Well, I don't know what
we're talkin' about,

but I like the sound of it.

Well...

do you?

- Do you?
- Yes.

Well, next time give me a heads up.

I'd like to attend that event.

You have my Linkedln address, right?

Masturbate for me.

I wanna see you.

- Okay, what are you doing?
- I'm surprising myself.

Well, you're surprising
the hell outta me, too.

Are you gonna join me?

Mm-mm, I just wanna watch.

With or without my glasses?

Ahem...

What're you doing?

Getting some lube. I'm not 30.

I thought you were
reaching for your emergency

nitroglycerin pill.

You want me to masturbate or not?

- Come here.
- Mm-mm.

Just do what you usually
do. Pretend I'm not here.

Oh, Carrie!

Oh my, Carrie!

I must have you!

That's some "Bridgerton" shit there.

Look at you.

Hello, lovers.

Oh... the weekly cigar,

and Allegra on the same night?

I'm all in, baby.

Do you notice anything special?

Nope.

I see the wedding
shoes. How could I not?

Those blue shoes are
the whole ball game.

Hey, I was thinking,
if I get home early enough,

maybe we can drive out east tonight.

Would you be up for that?

Depends how spent I am after Allegra.

All right, well...

just text me and let me know

and I won't go out for a drink after.

Okay... I'll see you later.

Hm?

What?

I'm just looking at you.

All right, tell that
whore Allegra I said bye.

Please put this dress on.
I want us all in florals.

I wanna wear what I wanna wear.

What is the problem?
It isn't even poofy.

Rose, we're gonna be late!

- And it's Lily's big night.
- Leave me out of this.

What's the holdup? What's happenin'?

What's happening is that
Rose won't wear her dress.

I picked something else to wear!

Can't she just wear
what she wants to wear?

No, Harry, no.

I bought this Oscar de la Renta

- special for tonight.
- Okay, okay.

How about if I wear it?

Rose, baby...

can you just wear the dress?

Please?

Please. For me?

- Hey, you. I like your outfit.
- It's really cute, right?

Hi, hi, hi! Sorry we're a little late!

What the hell is with that getup?

She looks like a little Edie Beale.

Anthony, not now.

Not in front of the Manhattan
School of Music, okay?

Hey, I have everybody's tickets!

Steve-o, long time, no see.

- What's new?
- Hey, I got hearing aids.

- I'm an old timer now.
- No, you're not.

You only have 60%
hearing loss in one ear,

and 40% in the other.

- Yeah, 'cause I'm old.
- Ugh!

Honey, I think we should
get Lily backstage, don't you?

- Yes, I agree.
- Lily! Here, tickets.

- Brady, here are your tickets.
- Thanks, Mom.

- Good luck! Are you nervous?
- Not really.

I've played this piece
like a billion times.

Oh my God, I wanna be you.

- Go!
- I'll see you all inside!

Have a good show!

Anthony, I gave Stanford's
ticket to Carrie.

- Okay.
- I got it.

- So, where's your better half?
- He's late.

- He couldn't decide what to wear.
- Of course.

Well, there he is! Hey, good lookin'!

- Whatcha got cookin'?
- You left?!

- You just left?!
- Oh, we're not in the same place.

I told you I wasn't waiting.

What kind of person just leaves?

Steve, would you ever
just leave Miranda?

- Oh, boy.
- What? What he say?

You were picking out a
suit for an hour and a half.

Periwinkle or tan? Periwinkle or tan?

It didn't friggin' matter!

I'm goin' in. Carrie has your ticket.

- I do.
- Did I kiss you hello yet?

Mm-mm. What was all that?

- Us on a good night.
- Oh, Lord.

Everyone was looking at me
like I was the white lady

who couldn't stop
saying the word "Black."

It's a miracle nobody
pulled out their phone,

or I would be a meme now.

What do you think was goin' on with you?

I think I was just so worried

about saying the wrong
thing in this climate

that I said all the wrong things.

I'm sure you didn't say
all the wrong things.

You're right. I'll probably blurt
out some new ones tomorrow.

God, is this even moving?
I really have to go.

Well, there's no line for
the men's room, as usual.

Fuck it. I'm 55, and I have to pee.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the show is about to begin.

Please find your way to your seats.

It's funny, you couldn't stop talking,

and my boss told me if I
wanna keep my podcast job,

which I do, I'm gonna
have to start talking,

and a lot more graphically about sex.

That's not who you are.

Well, we can't stay who we were, right?

Oh, yeah, no, you're in the right place.

Sorry, I'm just standing
guard for my friend.

She'll be done any second now.

See?

- Just...
- Hey.

- Hello, again.
- Oh yeah.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

- Hey, where's Stanny?
- He's in the balcony.

He'll meet ya in the lobby
to go for a drink after.

Hope you like your Cosmos
with a side of drama.

Charlotte gave his seat to Rose.

- Well, what's he doing in the balcony?
- Actin' out.

Accused me of scrollin' hot boys
at a friggin' kids' piano recital.

- Well, what're you doin'?
- Scrollin' hot boys...

for my sourdough business.

Hotfellas Bread is not gonna find

its own hot fellas to deliver the bread.

So true.

- Well, what about him?
- Unavail.

- Well, he's hot.
- Unavail.

Not hot, not hot, not hot.

- Well, he looks like he could kill you.
- Hot.

Who wants wine? Carrie?

Oh, sure. I love some good purse wine.

- Hi, Charlotte.
- Hi, how are you?

Miranda.

What? I had a rough first day of school,

and I'm lookin' at two
hours of tween Mozart.

Let it go.

- Charlotte... Hi!
- Hi!

I wanted you to meet my
mother-in-law, Eunice Wexley.

- Oh, it is so nice to meet you.
- Hello.

- Uh, Lisa, where am I seated?
- I have you seated here

with Herbert Jr. and
Gabrielle in this row

right in front of Herbert and myself.

This far back?

Yes... God.

Miranda brought wine.

She had a rough first day of school.

My hero. May I have some?

Here, give that to Black Charlotte.

- You sure you good?
- I got this.

All right, you got this.

All right, uh, he don't got this.

No.

I think my soul just left my body.

- Pass.
- Don't you want to know what it is?

Is it alcoholic in nature?

Then pass.

Thank you.

Welcome to Peloton. I'm Allegra Planche,

and thank you for joining me

for this 45-minute power ride.

- Let's go!
- Yes!

- Tell your son to stop.
- What?

They're making out.

It's your turn. I can't
always be the bad guy.

Mom, we will not be sex-shamed.

Tell Luisa I got the message.

In three, two, one, pick it up!

Ah, sí, señor!

Now, we sprint.
Three, two, one, go!

Whew!

Celebrate yourself!

We have a three-minute climb.

Three, two, one, arriba!

Now we sprint! Three, two, one, go!

_

Shit!

Yeah, Lily!

Woo!

Woo!

Thanks, thanks.

I need to stay at your old
apartment again tonight.

I'm not going home to that

selfish, self-involved,
sourdough Mussolini.

I can't get a drink.

Big and I are gonna drive
out to the beach tonight.

Oh, fuck me.

I'm sorry. Here. Here's the key.

Oh, go. I had one made
after our last fight.

- Nighty-night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Oh, oh.

Hmm.

I'm here.

John?

John!

Oh, God!

Oh God, John! Oh!

John! Honey!

John! Honey?

Oh!

Honey!

John! John.

John.

John.

John.

Oh, God!

John. John.

John.

John.

John.

And just like that...

Big died.

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