09x15 - Another Modest Proposal

[bunniefuu]

I've asked Abby to marry me.

You're lucky that I let you see them at all.

Lucky? You tell me why I'm lucky.

There are other divorced couples who manage

to work it out with their kids.

Why the hell can't we?

You don't have to see those kids on Val's terms.

I'm a lawyer, you lucky man.

You may be able to afford to stay at Lotus Point now.

And I don't know how and don't want to know how.

But you're still the same low-rent hustler

that was lucky if he could come up with the money

for a Bed & Breakfast.

[theme music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music playing]

Home again, home again.

Good girl.

-Good... -[Barbara] Hi, pumpkin.

Good girl.

-Yes. -Look what Father brought you.

I'm so glad she's well again, sir.

Oh, you and me both, Carlos.

Thanks.

Wanna go inside?

[Mack] I miss that kid already.

Well, you can always go visit her.

And you can always babysit again.

-Big deal. -Oh, Mack!

Big deal.

Can't help it if I let that little lady

worm her way into my heart like you did?

[Karen] Hmm.

How could you not love her? How could you not love her?

I can't understand how a father can take off for days at a time.

If I had to go and do business,

I'd put her right here, right under my arm,

and I'd go in and say, "Here, buy this, sell that.

Take that, don't take that."

Right there, right under my arm.

Well, I feel sorry for, uh, Gregory.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, it's a baby.

Are we going to read our book?

-Yes. -Come on.

Oh, good girl.

Let's see what we've got here.

Is this Leo the Late Bloomer? Is that who we're going to read?

Did you want to turn the pages, huh?

Yes, what do we got?

Look at that.

"'Are you...

sure Leo's a bloomer?' He asked Leo's father."

-[Marguerite babbles] -"'Patience,' said Leo's mother.

'A bloomer will not bloom if somebody's watching him.'

So every day, Leo's father--"

What's there?

What's there? [gasps]

What's that? Oh, that's Leo.

And this is the moon. Look at the pretty butterflies, huh?

Hey, George. Don't. Forget it.

From Baltimore, a lousy tipper.

I've got the good table.

You haven't answered my question yet.

[waiter] Excuse me. Telephone, Mr. Scott.

Thanks.

Well?

Yeah.

Well, I know all this. Uh, tell me something new.

[sighs] And I don't want to hear about

SEC regulations and Delaware statutes.

That's, uh, that's what we have lawyers for, right?

Yeah, alright.

I'll call 'em in the morning

when the market opens, yeah.

-Must be important. -Oh, no.

No, it's a game. You buy, you sell.

Now, what is important is the answer to my question.

-Is this a game too? -No.

Will you marry me?

[sighs] Charles, it's ill*gal

to have two wives at the same time.

[Charles] Mm-mm.

That is not the correct answer.

Anyway, how can I have two wives?

I-- I don't even have one.

[scoffs] You're divorced?

Well, uh, almost.

It's just that, uh...

my wife hasn't heard the news.

Oh.

Well, why don't you ask me again, then,

when she has heard the news?

Hey! Hey--

-Uh-- -No. No, thanks.

[traffic din]

[indistinct chatter]

Classy joint.

The art is classy.

I wish I could say the same for all the clientele.

Mr. Sumner on the line for you.

Oh, thank you.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Ms. Matheson is helping me. Thank you.

-Hello? -Hi.

I need some help out here.

What's the problem?

I'll tell you when you get here.

[Paige] You want me to come out there now?

Why, is that a problem?

Uh... no. No problem.

-I'll be out there shortly. -Great.

What's the story, love?

Found someone good enough to replace me?

No. I just don't want you.

Oh, stern words, lass, for such an old, old friend.

You still can't keep your accent straight.

I'm a cosmopolitan like you.

We're birds of a feather.

[laughs] Don't flatter yourself.

You may be able to afford to stay at Lotus Point now.

And I don't know how and don't want to know how.

But you're still the same low-rent hustler

that was lucky if he could come up with the money

for a Bed & Breakfast.

As I recall, you didn't mind staying in a Bed & Breakfast...

when I was in the bed.

And we skipped a lot of breakfasts in our day,

you and I.

[Paige chuckles]

Well, a hustler in bed, a hustler out of bed.

Hmm.

Like I said...

birds of a feather.

[Paige scoffs]

I want to apologize for speaking about Judith in that way.

It was insensitive.

But I am going to divorce her.

What else can I do? I love you.

I think you're in love with being in love, Charles.

[scoffs] And what does that mean, huh?

You have this romantic notion that you can come back

and marry the Abby you used to know.

Well, the Abby you used to know doesn't exist anymore.

Listen.

I want to marry you.

Marry me.

-Please, stop. -Marry me.

Abby...

Please, marry me.

[sobs] You b*stard! You b*stard!

What the hell was that for?

You showed up 20 years too late

for making me feel like this again.

Damn it!

Why should I marry you? I don't even know you.

Then-- then what do you want to know about me, hmm?

Hmm?

[Abby sighs]

How could you let your wife do that to me?

So that's it?

Oh, that's it! That damn dinner!

Just because I didn't take you to the ambassador's dinner.

Were-- were you ashamed of me?

No, I forgot.

-I told you, I forgot. -You didn't forget.

It was in your appointment book.

Oh, so now you're reading my appointment book, huh?

No. It was lying there next to the phone,

and I just happened to see it.

Or maybe you wanted me to see it.

What? Look, look, I didn't-- I didn't k*ll anyone.

I didn't rob a bank, I just-- I just took my wife to--

to a business dinner.

-Big deal, huh? -Right. Big deal.

I don't give a damn about that dinner.

Yes, you do. Yes, you do. Oh, yes, you do.

You care about it because you love me.

-So marry me, damn you! -No!

-No! -Why not? Why not?

Why should I? Why should I want to marry you?

Because I love you.

And you love me, though you're not prepared to admit that yet.



No, no, no, don't throw that in my face again.



But now I'm 20 years older and 20 years wiser.

Well, so am I.

So...

so now I know better.

Well, then you should know that...

we've been having an affair.

That's all. Just an affair.

Good sex.

Goodbye.

Well, I've done some research

into the available pre-Columbian.

It's great. I'll look at it some other time, okay?

But I thought you wanted pre-Columbian.

Well, I did. I do, actually.

What have you done here?

I've painted the room.

What do you think?

It certainly is white.

Yeah, well, of course it's white.

The question is, is it the right white?

The right white?

Yeah.

[chuckles] You dragged me all the way out here

to choose a white paint.

Yeah.

I value your opinion.

Besides, it's a lot cheaper than me going down to the gallery.

Every time I go to the gallery,

you soak me 30 or 40 grand for one of those paintings.

Eggshell.

Now that I got it up,

I'm thinking maybe Bone or Navajo.

What do you think?

I think I have better things to do.

-This is your job. -No, I work for the gallery.

Yeah, but I'm the gallery's best customer.

Now...

we got, uh, Eggshell, Navajo...

Bone, East Wind, Goose Down, Off.

Off.

Hold it, guys. Wait a second.

We're gonna redo all of this.

But this time, I want to do it in Off white.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

So you spend a lot of time in London, huh?

It's all the same.

[Michael] Wouldn't mind seeing it for myself one day.

Stick with me, kid. I'll take you there someday.

-Hi. -Good to see you.

Please.

So, do you have the brochures?

Who's this party for?

Oh, it's Gary Ewing's birthday party.

Listen, I better get over there, okay?

-I'll talk to you later. -Yeah, alright.

Shh. Here they come.

-Come on, just for a minute. -I really don't have the time.

[all] Surprise!

[indistinct chatter]

Okay. We gotta hurry

because he's gonna be here any minute.

That looks perfect, guys.

Okay, let's check the table.

-Woo! You did a beautiful job. -[phone ringing]

Now, don't eat those cupcakes, all right?

Hello?

Hi.

Sure, that's okay.

No, don't worry.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Oh, what did you do?

Oh!

Oh, you.

That was your Uncle Gary,

and he says he's gonna be a little bit late.

-[both] Oh. -Oh, but don't worry.

He'll be here as soon as he can.

What did you do that for? You got it all over your mouth.

Hmm.

Come on, Gary. You're supposed to have fun on your birthday.

Or are you getting too old to enjoy your birthday?

-What is this? -Something for you.

-They're you. -Yeah. These are nice.

-These are nice? -Yeah.

Do you want them?

[Gary] What are you laughing at?

What are you drinking there, huh?

Here you go. Keep it.

Will you please tell Gary

we're sorry we couldn't make the party?

Yes, thanks.

How'd you find out?

By accident.

I went to deliver a painting to his house,

and he was there.

You mean he...

he never went to New York at all?

No.

Well, I wonder why he didn't just tell us

that he needed time away from the baby.

Why-- why did he feel he had a lie about it?

I don't know.

But let's give him the benefit of the doubt, right?

He was upset. Out of his element.

He made up some excuse and dropped the Meg off.

-Simple. -Do you believe that?

Not exactly.

I'm sorry. The time just got away from me.

Look, Gary, all you said was you'd be a little late.

Kids can't wait like that, don't you know?

They don't understand.

Oh, well, I brought them a little birthday cake.

Birth-- Look, they made these cupcakes for you themselves.

I-- look, I didn't know you were planning a party.

I wasn't. It wasn't my idea. It was theirs.

They begged me to call you

and ask you to come over to the house.

You could have told me.

You could have showed up on time.

-I called. -Called? What--

[Val sighs]

I can't believe you're starting to do these things to the kids.

What things?

The same kinds of things you used to do to me.

You'd say one thing,

and then you'd end up doing another.

And you think I'm doing it on purpose,

like I'm trying to get you.

No, it's one thing if you do it to me,

but I'm not going to stand by

and have my children go through this.

-Go through what? -Gary!

-Gary! -Hi, there.

Can I have the party now?

No, sweetie, we can't have the party now.

It's too late. Uncle Gary has to go home.

No, please stay.

Can Gary stay, please?

No, Gary can't stay, sweetie.

It's too late for a party.

Go to the bed.

Do you think we should be worried about Meg?

Why? Because her father decided to take a vacation at home?

That's not exactly abandoning her.

Huh?

Because Paige said that he painted his living room white?

Big deal.

You know, I had a philosophy teacher,

and he would say, "De gustibus non disputandum est,"

which means I've got better taste than anyone I know, so...

You're right.

Greg probably was embarrassed that he couldn't handle it.

Who could blame him with a new baby to take care of and...

no wife to help out?

[Mack] Who are you trying to convince?

Huh? Hey, it was weird that, you know,

he pretended to take a vacation and he stays home.

That was weird, but it's no more weird--

Look. Hey, Meg's bib.

I forgot to pack it.

[laughs] Isn't that cute?

Gary?

Geez.

[toy whirring]

Great. So now the place is haunted.

Well, it was a great party after all.

It is two hours past their bedtime.

So they'll sleep late tomorrow.

You have absolutely no sense of responsibility.

-Lay the hell off. -You lay off.

They called you Daddy.

-Did you hear that? -So what?

They're confused, that's what, and I'm--

I'm totally confused,

and I'm not gonna let you do this to us.

Uh-huh. Well, you hold all the cards, don't you?

Hmm? You tell me when I can see them, how I can see them,

what I'm supposed to say to them, what I can feed them.

You're lucky that I let you see them at all.

-Lucky? -Yes!

I don't feel lucky.

I feel like some jerk who's been run over by a truck

with you as the driver.

You tell me where I'm lucky.

There are other divorced couples

who manage to work it out with their kids.

-Why the hell can't we? -Because...

because if I can't trust you in my life,

why in the world should I

trust you to be in my children's?

-They're mine, too. -Shh!

Go on, stop!

I never want you to-- Stop that!

I never want them to hear you say that.

Oh, great. You don't want them to know I'm their father.

No, I don't, but because you're not.

[Gary] Well, you never gave me a chance, did you?

What the hell am I supposed to be?

Shh!

This is the uncleanest break

in the history of marriage. You know that?

We got divorced.

Then we jumped back into bed together for one last time.

Not such a big deal, but you got pregnant,

and you never told me about it.

Maybe, just maybe,

we would have gotten married again if I'd known about it,

but we'll never know because you never gave me a chance.

Great. So I marry Abby. I've got a wonderful life.

I don't know anything.

Then I begin to suspect that the kids are mine.

What can I do about it?

Nothing, because you're married

and you won't tell me a damn thing,

so I gotta find out on my own.

Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me.

Why should I trust you? Why would I trust you?

You're the most undependable person that I've ever known.

And you never say or do anything the same way twice.

You're the one who's undependable.

Why should I trust what you say, huh?

You lied to me for years about the kids.

I never know what you're gonna say or do.

I don't think you know what you're gonna say

from one minute to the next.

You say you're confused?

-Yes. -Great. Well, I'll tell you one

-thing I'm not confused about... -What?

And that's that I'm their father.

Gary, you and your--

[dramatic music playing]

[tires screeching]

[Jill] Gary?

I thought I heard you come in.

What's that?

Flowers and candy.

It's all wrong.

I thought I was gonna come in here and--

Yeah, I don't know.

-Sweep me off my feet? -[Gary chuckles]

My life's a mess, and I've just figured out

it's not all my fault.

And where does that get us?

I don't know.

My life is tough, too.

Hell, Val's life is tough.

You know what the problem is?

We're not leading different lives.

We're all leading the same life.

One great, big Gary, Val, Jill Bennett-Ewing life,

-and I am sick of it. -I don't blame you.

I know what I want.

I want you.

And I know what you want.

You want it all.

You want Val. You want the kids.

And you want me.

You can't have it all. You just can't.

You gotta make a choice.

[door slams shut]

What do you think?

-Nice. -Yeah?

Yeah.

It's interesting, you know?

Yeah.

[clears throat] Different.

-Yep. -Yeah.

-How's Meg? -Oh, she's great.

Look. Look what I found in the house.

-Her little bib. -Oh, that's great.

But you didn't have to drive all the way out here with this.

Yeah, no problem.

You know, I thought she might miss it.

-Yeah. -[phone ringing]

-Meg, you wanna see her. -Yeah.

-Outside. -Good.

Barbara? There's a phone call for you.

Oh.

Oh. Let's go.

-Oh, there she is. -Hey, Meg.

Hello. Hello.

-Guess who's here. -I'm gonna give you to your uncle Mack.

-Guess who's here. -Go see your uncle.

Hi. Oh, look what I have for you.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Barbara. This is Karen MacKenzie.

Oh, hi.

Did you want to talk to your husband?

Um...

no, I'm just calling to see how everything is.

[Barbara] Oh, fine. It's just fine.

Good.

Any problems?

No problems at all.

Everything's been smooth sailing since she got back,

hasn't it, huh?

How is her father?

You mean, has he been sick?

Well...

yes, has he been sick?

[Barbara] No.

Uh, he's not tired or depressed

with Laura and everything?

[Barbara] No, he seems fine to me.

[Karen] Barbara...

I really wanted to know if Greg was handling it.

He's not going off the deep end or anything.

Oh, well, as far as I can tell, he's fine.

Well, that's good. Good.

Thank you. Bye.

[Barbara] Okay. Bye-bye.

[line clicks]

[handset settles in cradle]

[guitar strumming]

[Johnny humming]

[continues humming]

[footsteps approaching]

[humming resumes]

[mysterious music plays]

[mouthing]

[door creaks open]

Be right back, baby.

Huh.

I forgot how expert kids are at making stains.

I can't get this juice out of Meg's dress.

You know, he says that he's confused,

but he can't possibly be as confused as I am.

-What? -Gary!

I know you both want what's best for the kids.

Exactly right, and what's best for them

is not having him around.

-Why? -Why?

Because...

because they're starting to call him Daddy,

and that's a problem.

Is it a problem for the twins, or...

is it a problem for you?

For the twins, and then it becomes my problem.

You know, with their father gone

and Gary coming around all the time,

of course it's going to be confusing to them.

And I don't want Gary back, if that's what that look means.

Have you ever seen yourself around Gary?

You can't calm down.

Maybe you don't even know it.

Yes, I do know it.

There's nothing between us anymore, Karen.

Well, if there really is nothing between you anymore...

why can't you talk this out?

Is that a challenge?

It's just a suggestion.

-Have you seen my keys? -No.

I thought you were somebody else.

I'm not Val.

Oh, God, no more, okay?

I am Jill "the Benevolent" Bennett.

[Gary laughing]

You know, if we keep this up,

we're going to make some florist and candy maker very rich.

Not on my side.

I am here to say that, um...

I realize if I were in your position...

I wouldn't be able to make a commitment to me either.

I'd be as confused as you.

And I don't think it's fair to force you

to make a choice right now.

God, I'm a wonderful person.

Gary, we don't have fun anymore.

We don't do anything.

We agonize, but we don't socialize.

I have trouble remembering

how we got together in the first place.

Oh, yeah?

It's all coming back to me. [laughs]

What are you doing?

You are going to take me to a movie.

-Uh, no, no. -Matinees are less expensive.

There's hardly anybody at them.

And I spent all my money on the flowers.

We will not speak of anything more important

than what size popcorn to buy.

-Got it? -Right, Jill.

Great.

Hi. This is Valene Gibson.

Could I please speak to Mr. Ewing?

[secretary over phone] Mr. Ewing has left for the day.

Would you like to leave a message?

No, that's okay.

Yeah, would you please tell him that I called?

[secretary] Sure, Mrs. Gibson. Thank you for calling.

Yeah, thank you.

[man] Excuse me, sir.

I'd be more than happy

to change those sheets in your room.

It's been two days I haven't touched anything.

It's alright. I don't-- I don't need you.

[inaudible conversation]

-That was a terrible movie. -It was a great movie.

Gary, the only reason you liked that movie

is that the women took their clothes off.

The men took theirs off, too.

Oh, you liked it because the men took their clothes off.

[laughs] I liked the story.

Oh, too late. I don't believe you.

[Gary sighs]

What can I do to make her believe

that I'm serious about her,

about-- about wanting to marry her?

What-- what risk can I take?

What if...

what if I'm willing to humiliate myself?

Oh, I don't mean everything that's been going on here.

I mean really humiliate myself.

Charles, stop. Please stop.

Would that prove to her that I love her?

[sighs] Well, I'm sorry. I can't think of anything else.

So...

I have set myself up.

I've invited several

of my best friends to dinner tonight.

Especially to meet you.

Yes. You are the guest of honor.

You. My love.

My lover. You.

And, Abby, you can embarrass me.

[chuckles] You have that option.

If you don't show up...

I will be humiliated...

publicly.

Yes, I'll have egg all over my face.

Hmm. Uh, but you know what?

I wouldn't blame you a bit if you did that to me.

[Gary] I'm exhausted. Do we have to have any more fun?

You can't take it, can you?

Well, I mean, uh-- uh...

movies and junk food

and, uh, video arcades and shopping malls.

It's like being out with a teenager.

I'm too old for this.

That birthday really got to you, didn't it, there?

[Gary cackles]

-Pull over. -Why?

[Jill] Pull over.

You want teenage?

I'll show you teenage.

Uh-huh. [laughs]

Look, uh, I've got a bad knee.

I don't-- I don't really--

-Well, use your good knee. -My good knee?

-And I got a seat belt. -Look at that, look.

That little button, it works, comes right off.

Um-- Hey, what the heck?

Well, that seat's reserved for a friend of mine.

That could be me.

I don't know you.

-You might like to. -I don't think so.

I may be able to help you.

I don't need help, thanks.

I bet you, you do.

You're looking for a five-letter word meaning

legal tender, medium of exchange,

filthy lucre,

wealth, treasure, wampum...

dinero.

And the correct answer is money.

And I've got it.

Hmm. I don't see it.

Try 12 down and 15 across.



You want a drink?

Suit yourself.

You know what I can't figure out is how you're going to explain



Oh, that's easy.

I show them your dead body.

[Johnny laughs]

Well...

Well, it certainly has been a pleasure, Mr...

Rourke. Johnny Rourke.

Rourke.

You work here at Lotus Point, Johnny?

Uh, yes, I do, but it's just a--

[man] That's a good place to work.

Maybe I'll see you around sometime, huh?

I could probably find a spot for a smart kid like you.

Tricky negotiation?

An agent I used to know.

Music?

-Right. -Really?

Well, you think I could meet him?

Well, sure, Mike.

When the time is right. Sure.

[clears throat] What's going on over there?

Sorry, guys. It's a private party.

So the last time I saw him,

he was in this little bar in downtown Caracas.

He was dead drunk.

He had $50,000 in each pocket,

and he asked me-- he was asking me to change.

[Charles laughs]

I wasn't sure that you would turn up.

-Neither was I. -Thank you.

You look lovely.

Thank you.

Come and meet my friends.

Enrique, Dolores. This is Abby.

How do you do? Hello.

I must say, Barbara was very reassuring.

Do you feel better after talking to Greg?

No.

You feel better after talking with Barbara?

No.

Well, what's the matter with him, do you think?

Maybe nothing. Maybe it's us.

I don't know.

I don't know either.

I do know we haven't seen the last of that baby.

What do you mean?

Well, he's a single parent,

and I think he's going to ask us to babysit every now and then.

-Not here, not us, not me. -What?

I don't want that baby back in this house.

-You love Meg. -Karen, I reached my limit.

It's too much. I can't-- I can't go through that again.

I thought you said she wormed her way into your heart, huh?

Mack, look, there's got to be something

between fatherhood and...

strangerhood.

Maybe you could be Uncle Mack.

Uncle Mack.

I don't want the responsibility.

I don't want the...

the responsibility.

If he wants to drop her off, the answer's no.

[Gary laughs]

Jill...

I had a great time.

Um... I'd love...

to be able to make whatever decisions

I have to make in order to get my life in order.

But I've got two children that I have to think about.

Gary, you don't have to see those kids on Val's terms.

I'm a lawyer, you lucky man.

I can help you.

I take it you believe in equal rights for women, Mrs. Ewing?

Doesn't everyone, Senor Benavides?

I prefer to put women on a pedestal.

Ah, where you can keep

some things out of their reach, yeah?

Surely you would not have us all be alike.

Well, I don't think equal means the same.

I'd never want to give up the pleasure of masculine company.

Have I missed dessert?

Jack.

I didn't expect to see you here. What a surprise.

Judith, I didn't know.

[Judith] Of course you didn't. How could you?

You thought if Charles

was doing the inviting that I'd be here too.

[Jack] Judith, don't read anything into this.

[Judith] No, no. I won't.

Jack, could you give Daddy a call

and, um, see if he wants to finalize those contracts, hmm?

Yeah. Excuse me. Come on, dear.

[Charles and Judith chuckle]

We're gonna have to go. She's not feeling well.

Of course. Uh, I hope you feel better, Mary.

Well... [laughs]

we weren't expecting you.

[Judith] That's obvious.

How nice to see you, Judith.

[laughs] You bet.

Holly.

-[Holly] Judith. -You look wonderful.

I feel wonderful after the fat farm.

Two weeks, eight inches, 12 pounds.

-[Judith] No. -[Holly] Yes.

[conversation din]

Excuse me, will you?

-Wait. -I don't think so.

Please. It'll be alright. I promise.

Thank you, Charles. Good night.

Oh. Good night, Holly.

I don't blame you.

How could you possibly know

what sort of person this woman is?

Listen, between you and me...

no one ever need know that you were here tonight.

-Hmm? -Good night.

Good night.

-Very nice to meet you. - Buenas noches.

Good evening, Charles.

I look forward to your next visit to Mexico.

Hasta luego.

Ooh, Bravo, Judith.

That was really most effective.

Oh, effect had nothing to do with it.

But it's not like you to make a scene.

Is this a scene?

No. I don't think so.

These are family friends and business associates.

I'm merely saving them the embarrassment

of being seen in the wrong company.

No, darling. It's not a scene. It's a demonstration.

-[Mr. Shinno] Good night. -Good night.

Good night.

Oh, and this is absolutely no reflection on you, dear.

You've done remarkably well for yourself.

You've come such a long way from the garage in Philadelphia.

Don't make it sound as though--

No, no, no, no. Don't answer her, Abby.

Oh, she's good at this.

Oh, yes, Judith majored in class distinction

and other bygone antiquities.

While you were majoring in slumming in Philadelphia.

What did I tell you? Ooh, she's good.

So quick.

I-- I feel badly for you, Ms. Cunningham-Ewing.

But, you know, I respect you. Really, I do.

The way you've overcome so much scandal

and sordid publicity to get where you are.

Unfortunately, you don't really know Charles very well.

He's a terrible snob.

Abby, tell her.

[Judith] See, he can't help himself.

That's why I know he'll always come back to me.

Abby...

You tell her.

Judith...

I've asked Abby to marry me.

How sweet.

Have you set a date?

Oh, she hasn't agreed. Yet.

Well, what's stopping you, dear? Scruples?

They were.

They aren't anymore.

We'll see.

Now, you didn't say yes

just to get your revenge on Judith, hmm?

I didn't say yes.

No?

Well, what is it? As long as it's yes.

It's yes.

-Hi! -Hi!

[laughs] Oh, everybody, look who's here!

Oh, look at the little pumpkin.

Hey, guy.

-Hey. -[Karen] Look who's here.

-Hey, Mack. -Hello.

You're not gonna believe this, but I need another favor.

Yeah? You want us to watch her again, huh?

I know it's an incredible imposition.

No problem.

We'd love to.

We'd love to.

[Mack chuckles]

Give me another kiss, will you?

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