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(Doves cooing)

(Muffled talking)

Man: She wants grandbabies
(Indistinct).

Woman: Yeah, she wants
grandchildren, but she doesnt

want a daughter-in-law,
thats for sure.

Man: Oh, come on, baby.
Mama loves you.

Woman:
I love her, too.

Its just starting to get
a little crowded

in here, honey.

Man:
Shh... (Indistinct)

Woman: Baby, she can find
her own place.

What is she doing here
with US, huh?

Man:
Hey, hey, I love my mom, okay?

Woman:
I love my mom, too, Phillip,

but I dont have to have her
around 24 hours a day.

(Click, muffled talking)

Remember the good old days,
Tess?

Which ones?

When all the generations
of a family

would live together
under one roof?

Parents and grandparents
and children,

all taking care of each other.

Yeah, I remember those days.

I think its wonderful
that someone still cares enough

about his mother to keep
a tradition like that alive.

That man downstairs
is not interested in tradition.

Hes interested in himself.

Hes got all kinds of reasons
to keep his mama in this house,

and none of them have anything
to do with the good old days.

Oh, dear.

Then I feel sorry for her.

Abigail peabody-Jackson
might need an angel

or two, but she does not need
anybody to feel sorry for her.

Mmm.

Now, you got to respect a woman
with this much style.

(Door closes, Monica giggles)

Now those were
the good old days.

(Laughs)

Thats cute.

Phillip:
Morning, mama.

Morning, son.

Coffees in the pot.

Yeah, and boy, do I need some.

Pour me one, too?

Mother Abby,
when are you gonna try using

these gourmet beans
that I bought, honey?

Judith, ive always used
this coffee,

and Phillip loves it.

Besides, that fancy coffee
is too expensive.

Maybe you can afford it,

but I cant.

I remember when we used
to use the coffee bean twice.

Oh, mother Abby, I love you,
I really do,

but I just cant listen
to those stories

about the great depression
this morning.

Well, maybe not,
but when those stocks and bonds

you put so much faith in
go to pot,

youll be saving
every coffee bean you can find.

Mama, im a professional.

Now, im not worried about it,
and you shouldnt be either.

You are a day trader, son.

I just as well be betting
on horses.

You dont even know
what day-trading is.

Oh, yes, I do.

I watch TV.

Which reminds me,

the electricity bill
was a little high this month.

I thought

you didnt care
about spending money.

Thats okay.

Got my own money.

Can get my own place.

Can pay my own electricity.

Mama, nobody wants you to leave,

and you can watch
all the TV you want.

You can make any kind

of coffee you want.

Im going to work.

No offense, mother Abby.

We just have a big sale,
and I got a lot on my mind.

See you.

Bye.

-(Door closes)
-Mama, you know I love you.

Yes, I love you, too, son.

And youre my first girl,

and I dont know how to live
without you.

Oh.

Oh, wow, man, look at this mess.

Im gonna be late.

Ill go ahead
and clean it up right now.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You just go on to your job.

Ill take care of it.

I got it.

Okay, if youre sure?

Im sure.

Okay.

Thanks.

Have a good day, son.

-(Door closes) -Thats the way
it is every morning.

"Hello, mama."

"Thanks, mama."

"Good-bye, mama."

Monica: Its hard to say

whos wrapped
around whose little finger.

Well, into each family

a little dysfunction must fall.

Monica: Time to cut
the apron strings, huh?

Its time to take
the apron off altogether.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

Edmund, this is not...

-Hmm-mm.
-...What I need.

Dont you marry that man.

Dont you...

Dont you do it.

Listen to what hes saying.

-Cant you hear him?
-Edmund: Eureka.

(Phone ringing)

-Champagne, not bad.
-Abby: Get...

-I was saving it for...
-Hello?

Hello?

-Wait a minute, wait a minute,
hold on. -Perfect.

(TV clicks off)

All right, now what is it?

Woman (on phone): Would you like
to maximize your portfolio

-by investing...
-What?

Your portfolio?

(Chuckles)
Now, what makes you think

I want to maximize my portfolio

by impacting
my investment strategy?

My investment strategy has been
the same for the last 40 years.

Earn it and save it.

And by the way, young lady...

Yes, maam?

"Impact" is not a verb.

Good-bye.

Edmund: Now,

its always...

(Doorbell rings)

-...perfectionist, never seem...
-Who is it?

Monica: Hello, Mrs. Jackson?

Which one?

Mrs. Abigail Jackson.

Shes dead. Go away.

Mrs. Jackson,
my name is Monica, and...

I said im not interested.

Go away.

I thought you were dead.

Now youre just not interested?

Whats your point?

Well, my point is
that were actually moving

in the right direction.

I figure if I stand here
long enough,

you might open the door.

Well, you can stand there
until kingdom come.

Im not opening this door.

(Birds caw)

(Sighs, dog barks)

I need some help, please.

(Pounding on door)

Tess: Hello?

Ill handle this, baby.

Abigail peabody-Jackson,

I know youre in there.

Open the door, please.

Nobodys gonna try
to sell you anything

or steal those pretty hats
you have in your closet.

We just want to talk to you.

What about?

Oh, my name is Tess,
and this is my friend, Monica,

and were collecting
for our fundraiser.

What kind of fundraiser?

Its for the living the rest
of my life retirement center.

Were collecting any old clothes
that you dont need.

Scarves, gloves, hats.

You know about my hats?

How you know about that?

Well, you gave a lecture

for the ladies
missionary society in St. Louis.

Uh, "hats: My hobby,
my vocation."

(Chuckles)

That was 35 years ago.

It left an impression.

You made all of these.

Now, this one is really special.

I brought my baby boy home
from the hospital

in this one.

You say youre collecting

for one
of those old folks homes?

Sad, isnt it?

All those lonely people.

Tess: Oh, no.

No, no.

Our people are not like that.

Everybodys lived
a marvelous life.

Theyve done interesting things,

and they want to keep on
doing them.

Like sitting in front
of the television

watching soap operas all day,
yeah?

No, theyre much too busy
for that.

Theyre on field trips
or taking cooking classes.

Some of them are even
volunteer grandparents

down at the local
day care center.

Tess: And at night,

theres great conversation

and concerts
and ballroom dancing.

(Laughs) Oh, please.

I havent danced so long,
I wouldnt know what to do.

Why dont you come for tea
this afternoon with US, Abby.

Oh...

I dont know.

I think youd really enjoy it.

Tess:

Theres the dining room,

and over there
is the recreation room.

This is the family room.

Oh.

And nothing says "family"

like a gang member painting
graffiti on the wall.

Oh, this is Ramon.

Hes not a gang member.

But he is serving
community service time.

He painted graffiti
on a highway overpass,

and the judge sentenced him here
to help US out.

Hes painting a mural
to brighten things up.

And this is his punishment?

Well, we all have
our specialties.

-Yes.
-And no one

should be wasted.

Of course.

Why dont you let me
show you the apartments

while youre here.

This is just become available.

Mrs. Campbell moved on.

Oh, im so sorry.

Oh, no, maam.

She didnt die.
She just... she moved on.

She met a man from Florida
on the Internet.

(Laughing)

Abby, this Andrew.

Andrew, this is Abby.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

I think youll like it here.

But, uh, who said
I was moving in?

Uh, well... excuse me.

Its nice to meet you.

Just take this back,

and you tell the kitchen
thats the worst pecan pie

I ever had in my life,
and believe you me,

ive had some garbage.

Can I get you something else?

Why would I want more
from that kitchen?

ID rather eat socks.

Lois, what brings you out today?

Self-preservation.

-Lois, this is Abby.
-Hello.

How do you do?

Mm.

Did you, uh, paint...

Those paintings,
did you paint them?

Tess:
Oh, yeah, shes a great painter.

You two probably...

Have a lot in common.

You have been trying
to sell me on this place

from the minute
I made the mistake

of opening my door
for the both of you.

Well.

Im not buying.

All right.

You just go sit in that house,

and watch your soap operas,

if thats what you
really want to do.

Let me just understand this:

You have a cranky old woman

who will not come
out of her room

except for pecan pie,
which she hates.

Ex-convict painting peaches
on the walls.

People who cannot bake,

let alone bake a

good

pecan pie.

Let alone bake a

good

pecan pie.

And you think
thats all right for me?

Oh, no.

No, no.

Im leaving.

And im not coming back.

(Humming)

Mama.

Phillip, what are you doing home
in the middle of the day?

Its... 4:00 in the afternoon.

Ive been here since 2:00.

Now where the hell
have you been?

Have you lost your mind?

How dare you talk
to me like that?

-Im sorry.
-(Phone ringing)

Its just that
everythings been so...

Hello?

Yeah, shes here.

And shes fine.

Ill talk to you later, baby.
Bye-bye.

So, mama, where were you?

I mean, I called, and I called,
and there was no answer,

and finally I come home,

and youre missing.

(Laughing):
Oh, Phillip.

I wasnt missing.

Im not a dog
that jumps over the fence.

I wanted to get out,
and I got out.

Okay.

But mama, you need to understand
that youre precious to me.

So if you need to go anywhere,

shopping, to the bank...

Anywhere, you let me know.

Ill take you, okay?

If I wanted to go dancing,

would you take me dancing?

Mama, dont be crazy.

Youre 70 years old. 70.

Ramone.

Its looking good.

Its, um... its a nice...

Nice use of color.

Hello.

Law says I gotta work.
Doesnt say I gotta talk.

You know, youre...
Youre right.

You dont have to talk.

But you know what I think?

I think you dont realize

youve got an entire
roomful of people

willing to listen to you.

And its my guess

that thats the first time
thats ever happened.

So why dont you enjoy it?

Monica:
Excuse me.

Ramone?

I was wondering
if youve anything

youd like to contribute
to the fundraiser.

Excuse me?

Everyone here
is donating something.

A quilt, dance lessons,
babysitting.

Is there anything that
youd like to donate?

I dont live here.

Well, youre part
of the family now.

Ill leave you
to think about it, okay?

(Knocking)

Lois?

We have a surprise for you.

My name is Abby.

We met yesterday.

No visitors.

No...

What is that?

Probably the

best

pecan pie

you will ever eat.

I doubt it.

Put it over there.

Abby:

Phillip, did you ever
notice that place

Abby:

Phillip, did you ever
notice that place

down on grand?

Phillip:
What place?

Its called
"living the rest of my life."

Judith:
Ive seen them.

Its a retirement home
or something like that.

No, no, no, no,
forget about it.

Those places are
just rip-off joints.

Not this one.

Phillip:
How do you know that?

Cause ive been there.

You what, mama?

And I saw a painting

that your father and I
fell madly in love with

on our honeymoon.

Oh, we wanted to buy
this painting

so badly, but...

We just didnt have the money.

And the artist lives
right there in that place.

Really?

Very interesting.

Phillip, ID like
to have my checkbook.

For what?

Well, lots of things.

I might, uh...

Want to make a contribution
to their fundraiser.

I might, um...

I just might want to buy
that painting.

Well, your checkbooks in
the safe deposit box, mama.

Its not here?

Mama, you cant just leave it
around the house.

Some plumber or
repair guy might lift it.

Abby:
Well, I...

ID like to get it.

Sure.

Next time im at the bank,

ill pick it up for you.

Thank you.

You know, I think
theres a lot to be said

for living the rest of my life.

Mama, youre doing that.
Right here.

Right with your son.

Where you belong.

Excuse me.

Good night, son.

Good night.

Good night, mama.

(Phone ringing)

Hey, Mark. Phil.

Listen, sorry
to call you at home.

Uh, I just wanted to know
if the deal was done.

Nothing. Nothings wrong.

Im not looking
to back out, Mark.

Im just checking.
Im just checking.

All right. See you.

(Door opens)

Mama?

Hello, son.

(Sighs)

Whats the matter?

Days seem to get
longer and longer, and...

Youre running twice as fast
just to stay in one place.

Youre working too hard.

I try to make this
a nice place, mama.

-I do.
-I know you do.

Whats bothering you?

How did you know?

Motherly instinct.

You know im going to be
71 years old tomorrow.

I dont know what
I would do without you.

Everything is going
to be just fine.

Oh, by the way...

I dont want you making
any plans for tomorrow night.

Okay?

Okay.

I wont make any plans
for tomorrow night.

Ill save them just for you.

Good.

Good night, mama.

(Big band music playing)

You dont know
what youre missing.

Would you like some cake?

Birthday cake?

No, but maybe ramone
would like some.

Well, weve tried
everything else.

I might as well try sugar.

Ooh, oh, my goodness.

Oh, please, excuse me.

Uh, gosh, look at the time.

What time do you have?

You cant leave now.
Were just getting started.

Oh, but Phillip asked me not
to make any plans for tonight.

I think he has something
special in mind.

You know I cant
let my son down.

But I want to thank you all

for such a wonderful surprise!

-It was a wonderful birthday.
-Happy birthday!

-Happy birthday!
-Happy birthday!

Lois:
Abby! Im...

Im sorry I missed
the birthday party.

Oh, Lois.

I missed you...

I cant bake a pie like you,

but I know what
to do with the pan.

I painted it myself.

Lois, its beautiful!

Oh, its nothing, really.

Abby:
This is turning out to be

such a wonderful birthday.

Well, happy birthday to you!

Why, thank you so much.

Bye-bye.

(Humming)

Hmm...

♪

Automated voice:
One message at 1:00 P.M.

(Beeps)

Phillip (on answering machine):
Mama. Pick up the phone

if youre there, mama.

Okay, you must have
the TV up loud again.

Uh, I hope you hear
the doorbell.

I have the phone guy coming by

between the hours
of 5:00 and 8:00.

I want you to let him in. Okay?

Judith and I are both
working late tonight,

and then were meeting
for dinner, so dont wait up.

See you in the morning.
Bye-bye, mama.

Automated voice:
End of message.

To erase this message,
press twice.

Everything is in the trunk.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, baby.

Lets go.

Mama! Oh, man, where is she now?

She probably went for a walk.
Relax.

Sweetie, its breakfast time.

She knows I always want her
to make my breakfast.

So make your own toast
like a big boy.

-Ben?
-Hmm?

(Vintage jazz playing)

Well, Vincent... (Chuckles)

I did it.

You always wanted
the best for me.

I only decided
that you were right.

So... (Chuckles)

Oh, my, here I am.

Not bad, huh?

This is where I wait
for my transportation to glory.

(Laughs)

Well, well, well, looks like
somebodys celebrating.

(Both chuckle)

Tess, I have, I have
those papers ready for you.

All right, darling.

Now let me see.

Thats fine.
Now you give US one month,

and then when you have your
finances settled with your son,

you give US the rest.

You sure thats all right?

Oh, its perfect.

-Dont worry about it.
-Good.

One, two, three.

Wonderful.
Ill get you a receipt.

There you are, mama.

We wanted to surprise you.

Well, you did. A present?

What is it?

Its a universal remote.

Now you can run the TV, the
stereo and the cable with that.

Its all there
when you come home.

But you dont have cable,
Phillip.

We do now.

Ah, we got it just for you.

Its sort of a late
birthday present.

Im afraid I dont live
there anymore.

Do you like it here,
mother Abby?

Yes, I do, Judith.

There are folks here who
remember things that I remember.

And then theres a lady here
that I-I think really needs me.

No, I need you, mama.

You know, I, I dont understand
whats gotten into you.

I mean, daddys not even cold
in his grave,

and you turned away
from everything and everyone

whos ever meant
anything to you.

Your father has been dead
for over a year.

And there isnt a day
that goes by

that hes not in my first,
last, and every thought.

After 47 years of love,
I dont expect that to change.

But hes not coming back.

And its not my time to go.

And I intend to live my life

until its time for me
to graduate to glory.

How did you pay for this?

I gave em cash for a month.

Cash, mama?

Now where did you get
that kind of cash?

Well, dont you suppose

that a lady would live
all this time

and not put aside a little
for a rainy day, do you?

-How much?
-Enough.

But I do need
my, my, my checkbook.

I think what youre doing
is wonderful.

Thank you, Judith.

Congratulations.

I tell you what, mama.

When you come to your senses,
you know where to find me.

Come on, baby.

-Phillip...
-No!

Heres your checkbook.

I got it out of the safe deposit
box yesterday afternoon.

You just keep living your life.

-Bless you.
-Yeah.

Lois:
What is it?

Whats it look like?

It look like somebody
let a first-grader loose

with a magic marker.

What, what is this
supposed to be, windows?

Are those people in there?

What they think of being stuck
in this garbage?

Get out of my face, all right?
This is my art.

Its not art.

Look, dont be ragging
on my life

just because you have nothing
to show for yours.

(Knocking)

Lois?

Whats wrong?

Ramone. That boy doesnt know
half of what he think he knows.

(Chuckles) Hes young.
Hell learn.

Not from me, he wont.

A washed-up has-been.

Never was too good
to begin with.

What?

Everything I had
I had because of Ben.

He was the talented one,
the sculptor.

I used to love just, just
sitting near one of his pieces.

Listen to the people
"ooh" and "ah" over his work.

I was so proud.

So proud.

I didnt care if anybody
ever saw a thing I did.

Ben...

My sculptor.

Well... I certainly
understand that.

-Thats the way we women are.
-Mm.

We always put our men first.

Vincent...

Whenever he was about to close
a big deal,

we would just sit up all night.

All night long just talking,
talking.

"I think this is it,"
he would say.

But you know it always made me
feel so good

when he turned to me and say,

"I couldnt do it
without you, Abby."

Oh, he was far from perfect,
but he was alive.

Full of life.

And he didnt leave
any pitiful widow behind.

He left a healthy
fulfilled woman.

And I intend to stay that way
until its time for me to go on.

Now dont you think Ben
would like you to do the same?

I miss him, Abby.

I miss him so much.
(Sniffles)

(Sobs softly)

I told you how much Vincent
and I loved this painting.

ID like to buy it.

Really?

Would you take a check?

Uh-huh.

Ramone, what...
What are you doing?!

Erasing a mistake.

My, my, my, here I thought
you were a tough guy.

Andrew, get her out of here!

Ramone, what,
what is it this time?

What does it matter?

Because in a couple of days
im out of here.

All artists care

what people say
about their work.

Its the reason they paint
or sculpt or carve.

If you an artist--

now you hear me--
you feel the same way.

Thats why what I said hurt you.

I dont care what you think.

Ramone, youve never had anyone

apologize to you before,
have you?

It didnt sound like no apology.

Uh, im sorry.

I had no right to tell you
your art was wrong.

Now... hows that?

I forgot for a while that
what we paint is who we are.

And your work...

Is good.

Monica:
Thank you. Next.

Woman: Youre a pretty one.
Look to the side.

Its basically a rendition
of my neighborhood.

And what I see is how ive...

Thank you so much.

Your hats are a big success.

Isnt that wonderful?

Oh, my, you know,

I-I made several telephone calls
to Phillip,

but he hasnt returned one.

Oh, dont you worry
about it, baby.

You just hang in there.

Youre doing the right thing.

Thank you.

Kay:
Oh, there she is.

-Hi.
-Kay!

Oh, you know,

we wouldnt have missed
this for anything.

What, what?

My hats are going fast.

Come on. You have to pick one
out for yourself.

Pick out any one you want.
Any one.

This one.

-I figured.
-What you think?

-Oh, I like that, dont you,
Phillip? -Oh, its really good.

What do you think, Phillip?

Yes, its, uh, its nice.

Oh, its better than nice.
Come on, and guess what.

-I can give you the best deal.
-Yeah?

-I know the designer.
-Oh!

(Both chuckle)

Thats the painting
I was telling you about.

Its beautiful.

You cant trust anybody
these days.

Mm-mm. You dont know.

Excuse me.

Lois... what are you doing?

Repossessing my painting.

What? I...

Abby...

Your check bounced.

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Phillip,
how could my check bounce?

I have my life savings
in that account.

Phillip...

Phillip?

Its gone, mama.

Its all gone.

Mama, I invested it for you.

I was trying to set you up
for the rest of your life,

and, uh... company went bust.

Theres nothing left.

Oh, Phillip.

My faith, managed for 40 years.

And now its gone.

All gone?

Mama, everybody said
it was a sure thing, okay?

And I thought I did good.

But when the bottom fell out,
I felt, I felt,

I felt sick, mama.

Whats important is the way

your mother feels right now,
Phillip.

Im sure he supposed
he was doing the right thing.

Yes, I did, mama,
and you got to forgive me.

Cause I dont know
if I can live without you.

I dont know what to say.

Well, I suppose ill...
Ill just have to move back in.

I sure cant afford
to stay here anymore.

Im sorry.

Guess ill go start
packing up your things.

Im sorry, Abby,

but its like I told ya,
theres nothing left for US.

Wed been better off if wed
have died with our husbands.

Now, Lois, you cant start
talking like that.

There were people here today

who thought your painting
should be in a museum.

Thats the problem.
We all belong in a museum.

We all belong there!

Hey, I just about got you
all packed up here.

I see that.

Mama, I havent told you
this yet,

but we lost a lot of money, too.

Now, we arent gonna lose
the house,

but the car...

Were gonna lose
a lot of things.

Just give me the book
and get out.

What is it, mama?

I saw what you did, Phillip.

Im sorry you had to see that.

I am, too.

(Sighs)
Careless, he makes mistakes.

But everybody does.
Especially if theyre desperate.

Abby, that was not a mistake.

That was a deliberate theft.

I wouldnt expect you
to understand.

Why do you always run from me
when you know im right?

You are not right.

I am right.

Angels always are.

Yes, but youre no angel.

I am an angel.

Sent by god to help you, Abby.

Angel?

Yes.

From god?

Yes.

For me?

-Yes.
-Thank you, father.

I knew youd help me.

Of course,
hes going to help you.

But hes going to help you
more than you think.

This is not just about
the money, Abigail.

God says its time for you

to face some things
about your child

that youve been putting off
for a long time.

But it was a mistake.

Hes a good boy.

Everybody makes mistakes...

And god understands how
disappointing children can be.

His children steal from him
and lied to him and...

And-and break promises
to him every day,

but he doesnt stop
being who he is.

He doesnt bend his rules.

He lets them face the
consequences of their action,

because thats the only way
that theyre gonna grow.

And youre going to have
to do the same thing.

Its time for you

to stand on your two feet,

and Phillip has
got to stand on his.

But... I tried so hard.

How did he get this way?

Listen to me, now,

Abby... and listen to me good.

God loves you as much as
you love Phillip, and more.

He loves all

his children.

He wants you to be strong,

so that Phillip
can

become

strong.

So that Phillip
can

become

strong.

Youve got to live
the rest of your life

whether you do it here
or somewhere else.

Youre so wonderful

with people, Abby.

You take care of them.

But...

Sometimes, baby...

The best thing
you can do for people...

Is to let them
take care of themselves.

And trust god
to take care of the rest.

-(Quietly): Thank you.
-Its gonna be all right.

Mother, wheres your suitcase?

Im not going anyplace
with you, Phillip.

Now I know why you kept me
in that house...

Why you wouldnt let me go
anyplace by myself.

You were afraid
ID get to the bank

and find out what was going on.

You stole money
out of my bank account.

You stole money out of this b...

Phillip...

You stole money out of this book

and you didnt even look
to see what it was.

This is your baby book, Phillip.

Look at it.

Look at this sweet baby boy
god gave to the world.

Hmm?

Lovely...

Innocent, happy.

Look at it.

Its all there on these pages...

Along with my prayers for you.

(Phillip sighs)

Phillip... what
is happening to you?

Hmm?

You owe me

one hundred thousand dollars...

And I want every
single penny of it.

Mama, how could you...

Deep down inside me,

I knew that all
of that "I love you, mama,"

and "youre my best girl" stuff

was just that: Stuff!

Just your way of keeping me

making your coffee,

answering your telephone,

waiting for the plumber,

waiting for
the telephone company.

Phillip, I am not your maid!

I am your mother!

I want my money...

And I want all of it.

Now, how am I supposed to come
up with that kind of money?

That is not my problem.

Mother Abby...

Im so sorry.

Im so sorry for all of this.

I know, Judith.

Lord knows I pray for you.

Pray for me, too, mama?

I always pray for you, Phillip.

Youll always be in my heart.

But you can never
be in my life...

Unless you get
your life together.

(Indistinct chatter nearby)

Woman:
Thats a lot of money.

Hey, miss Abby?

Whatcha got there, miss Abby?

Oh, you know they used
to call this a crib, Mr. Wilbur.

Well, you arent
gonna be needing it.

I cant afford
to live here anymore, Lois.

I dont see why not.

I just paid in advance
for your upcoming year here.

But...

(Laughs):
Wha-what are you talking about?

You dont have any money.

She does now.

I looked up Lois
on the Internet.

-Better known as Chloe.
-(Chuckling)

And check this out.

"Although a minor
regional figure,

Chloes mature work
remains highly valued."

They think im dead.

You mean your paintings

are worth that much?

"Minor figure"?

I dont like being minor,

and I dont like being dead.

(Laughs):
But I sure like being expensive!

-(Band playing mid-tempo music)
-(Laughter)

Would you like to do
the dance of joy, miss Abby?

I knew I should have
bought that pizza!

I just knew it!

Monica:
I think the apron strings

-have been cut.
-(Chuckles)

Not only have
the apron strings been cut,

I think shes left the kitchen.

The father never ceases
to amaze me.

Whenever he sets something free,
he sets it all the way free.

Andrew:
So...

Anyone else
for the dance of joy?

-Charmed.
-(Laughs)

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