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The L Word: Generation Q

You hit it?

- My name's Carrie.
- I'm Misty.

You like her.

I sort of joined her bowling league.

Playing the long game. I'll take it.

I like you. I guess I'm just
not, like, used to being chased.

"Chased" is funny
'cause you know I don't run.

Did you make that man
a chapbook? Are you in love?

Let's just see how tonight goes first.

Hendrix. Steven Chavez.

Steven, this is Angie.

Sh-She's a student of mine.

What the fuck was that?!

I want to see where this goes.

I don't think we can do
that while you're my student.

He broke up with me.

- Maribel, will you marry me?
- I don't want to get married.

I want to have a baby.

I can't look at any more donors.

Yeah, same.

- Hello.
- Hey. I'm so happy you came.

There are a few people I
thought you could meet tonight.

Oh, right. This is a work thing.

Are you at all serious
about your career?

Look, I got you.

Messy is good sometimes.

Fuck you, Shane.

I ruined it with Tess.

No, she loves you.

We need to go to a meeting.

We're heading to Vegas
right now. Tess's mom died.

I'm in a bit of a situation.

- Are you around?
- Come on in.

I can just call Sophie.

It's just gonna make
it worse, it's gonna last longer.

I don't have a good
relationship with my mom.

You've been really good
to me, so, thank you.

You're gonna be okay.

Maybe the turkey trot is a mistake.

I mean, I wanted to

show Misty off to the firm,

but maybe it's too soon? Oh,
look, you're not even listening.

- You're sexting Sophie, right?
- What? No.

And no one says "sexting."

- No one?
- No.

- No one.
- Huh. Well,

I could tell by that
stupid silly little grin

you have on your face, that you
were doing something with her.

- Okay, could you?
- Mm-hmm.

Or are you too busy falling in love
with Misty to notice anything?

What the hell are you talking about?

- Hmm.
- Why are you saying that

- so loud, too?
- Ooh.

Let's just say I'm not the only one

with a stupid little grin on my face.

Touché. I'll admit it.
I do enjoy her company.

Call it what you want.
I know what I know.

- You don't know anything.
- Mm-hmm.

- You want to know something?
- Sure.

- Secret between you and me?
- Okay.

We haven't had sex yet.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Wh... ?
- You know I'm demisexual.

That means I have to
feel emotionally close

and safe before I can move forward.

The woman is running a 5K with you.

It feels like we're-we're...
we're there.

Hey, sorry, guys.

- Shh.
- I saw a leaky handle,

- and I couldn't resist.
- Oh, okay.

Uh, you know what Finley did?

She made you a really
cool cup of coffee.

- You did?
- Yeah. Let's see what you think.

Thank you.

- Come on, tell me you like it.
- Oh, my yummy. That is fucking good.

- Right? Told you.
- Yeah.

- You were right.
- I'm usually a tea person,

but delicious, uh, pumpkin... something?

- Pumpkin spice.
- Yeah.

- 'Tis the season, baby.
- You're a wizard.

That's so good.

- Listen, we better get going.
- Mm.

- My shoulder's acting up.
- Mm-hmm?

I'm afraid my calves are gonna seize.

- Okay.
- And I don't want to get

a relapse of that stupid

"plantar's flat-ee-itis" or whatever.

What the hell?

- Fasciitis.
- "Fasciitis"?

- Have a good race, ladies.
- All right.

- See you later.
- Save me some bird, some leg.

Listen, when we
get to the turkey trot,

if we happen to run
into a guy named Buck,

ignore him, he's my boss.

- Buck?
- Buck.

We have a full house
for Thanksgiving dinner

- here tonight.
- Yes.

So, let's get the turkey cooking, okay?

Hey. I'm sorry about your mom.

I didn't think

you were coming back till tomorrow.

- I know.
- How are you? Bad, huh?

Ugh. You know. Still processing.

- You seen Shane yet?
- Um, no. I haven't even been home yet.

What is that? Is... ? Jesus.

Is that...

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I didn't know what to do
with her, so I thought,

you know, next to the good
booze is a good place for now.

I think that's a great place.

Yeah. I'm gonna scatter
them at some point, I am.

You know, if you need
the time off, or anything,

you can do whatever you want. I can...

- I have it.
- I know you do.

But I just, um...

I want to... focus on... something.

I just, you know,
I... I want to be here,

doing something, anything.

You just want to spend
the day with me. I get it.

You can be honest. I'm like

the perfect holiday companion.

I know nothing about politics,

and my table banter is top notch.

- Okay, you caught me.
- Called it.

I just want to spend the day with you.

- Okay.
- Okay?

I'm just gonna distract the shit
out of you with meaningless tasks.

That... Please. Yes.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay, we got flowers.

We're gonna put these...

Thank you... on every table.

- On every table?
- Yes. And then,

I'll find something else for you to do.

Okay, well, look at you, all in charge.

- Look at that.
- Top of the world,

doing so well.

Happy Thanksgiving, Sarah.

Mom.

I cannot wait for Thanksgiving.
Everybody's gonna be there.

My granny, all my brothers,
my friends from home.

- Ooh-wee.
- And your girl?

She's not my girl.

But... yeah. Nobody misses
my granny's stuffing.

She uses saltines instead of bread.

It sounds insane, but it's legit.

Saltines?

- Yup. Saltines.
- Yum.

Uh-uh.

You make it hard to leave.

Mm. That's probably my Lyft.

Oh, they can wait five minutes.

Five minutes.

- Okay. Mm-hmm.
- Five minutes.

Okay.

Oh.

- Oh, shit.
- What's wrong?

My flight's been canceled.

- Oh, no.
- Fuck. How am I gonna get home?

I have the joy
of giving thanks to Lenore

and her ex-husband
tonight. What are you up to?

Well, Shane and I are going
to volunteer at the food bank.

- That's right.
- Oh, look at you.

Yeah, just two upright
citizens helping the community.

Uh-huh. How's Tess? Is she with you?

Uh... no, no, she's not.
She's still in Vegas.

No, you can't thaw out the
turkey in the microwave.

But I think she's gonna be back soon.

Oh, okay. Well, just tell
her I'm thinking about her.

- I will.
- Okay. We got to go.

- Love you. Goodbye.
- Love you. Bye.

Love you. Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh, my God.

Fuck. Oh, my God.

- What?
- It's someone I dated briefly.

- Which one?
- No, no, no. Oh, fuck.

The guy. Okay, I think we should go.

- The guy in the green?
- Come on, come on.

- Okay. Um...
- Oh, fuck.

- Do you want me to ask her to leave?
- I don't...

Let me move these things so we can sit.

Did she really come
all this way to see me?

I mean, it does seem like that, yeah.

It does, right? Like, it-it-it...
That just cannot be true.

Something else has to be going on.

- Okay.
- Look, I know that you have

a complicated relationship with her.

Yeah, understatement
of the fucking year.

So, if you want me to
ask her to leave, I will.

But? Is there a "but" coming?

But if there's anything
I've learned recently,

it's that we really just don't know

how much time we have with anyone.

And she is here.

- Like, she's right there.
- I know.

- Okay. I can do this.
- You can.

- Oh, sweet Tess.
- Yeah.

- I can totally do this.
- Okay.

And listen, like,
I'm... Anything you need.

I'm right here.

- You just ask. Anything.
- Okay, I will. Okay, I just...

I just think I need a minute.

Go. Go outside, get some air.

- Okay.
- To... Yeah. Okay.

- I'll be here.
- Okay. Sorry.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Sorry.

Hey.

Hi. I'm sorry.

Uh, now's not a good time.
My whole family's here.

My mom's cooking, it's... crazy.

I didn't know who else to call.

I-I know, I'm sorry.
I know it's Thanksgiving.

I, um, really wouldn't have called.

Um...

Uh, is... is everything
okay? Is something wrong?

- My mom showed up.
- O-Oh.

Could you come here? Please?

Okay, guys, well, it looks
like we're spending Thanksgiving

at Dana's with Finley and her mom. Okay?

Mijita, no.

I'm not spending
Thanksgiving at a bar, okay?

- No, yo tampoco. Uh-uh.
- We're supposed

to have it here with,
hmm, our family, maybe?

- Hey.
- Finley needs us, okay?

And what-what we are going to...

Supposed to do with all this food?

We are gonna pack
it up, and we're gonna have it

- for leftovers tomorrow, okay?
- No.

- Ay.
- Okay? You know...

Why are you even talking to her?
I thought you guys broke up.

- We're friends. That's what friends do.
- Oh, really?

- I've never had a friend like that.
- Okay, smart-ass.

I bet you 20 bucks that they
are getting back together.

- I'll take that bet.
- No! You know what?

No, I'm not spending
Thanksgiving with her

or her terrible fucking mother.

- Yes, you are.
- No.

And you know why? Because
you're my beautiful,

- gorgeous, loving...
- ¡Ay, Dios mío!

- Ooh.
- So-good-to-people sister.

Queen of this Earth!

- That's good.
- Because you know

it's the right thing to do, okay?

Not everyone has a family like ours.

- You're fucking fortunate.
- Ay-ay-ay.

- You heard that speech?
- You know she's right.

- She's right.
- Little guilt?

She is. Look, I'll go.

Okay? I love Finley. But
I think I need something

to take the edge off,
'cause holidays are a lot.

- So...
- Oh, hold on.

- Uh, here you go. Gummies.
- Ooh.

Uh, how many should I take?

- Uh, maybe, uh...
- Eh, niña...

Why don't you just start with one?

Oh, what about... ? All right, well...

All right, everybody! Come on!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Put 'em down. Let's go.
- All right, all right.

- All right, I'm coming.
- Let's go.

- I'm coming.
- I'm putting on my shoes.

Okay. Ah, ah...

Mmm, are you sure
there's weed in those?

¿Qué tienes, mi vida?

Abuela.

¿Qué es eso?

- Abuela.
- ¿Un anillo de compromiso?

I was gonna propose to him tonight.

¿Y él lo sabe?

- No, he doesn't know yet.
- Aw.

Hey. Are you guys coming?

Or... are you ready?

- Yeah. Totally. We'll be there.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, we very ready. Yeah.
- Ooh. Gummies.

Yeah. We're ready.

Okay. Okay, give me the
ring so I can save it.

The ring? Lo perdí.

- What?!
- Lo perdí.

Se me cayó o algo. No sé, mija, no.

Abuela, what do you mean you lost it?

Lo perdí, mijita.

- Pues, no se donde quedo.
- How?

Move your ass! Let's go!

- Wait a second!
- Ay, ahí vamos.

Abuela, mira bien.

I don't know, mijita.

Look. Mira.

Abuela. Abuela.

No lo oí caer, porque
estoy medio sorda.

No, Abuela. No.

What?

Se me hace que se cayó aquí.

- No.
- Okay, guys. Let's go!

- Ahí voy. Ya vamos, mi vida.
- Come on. We have

to do Thanksgiving over there.

- We're late. Come on!
- Ya vamos.

You know what? We're
taking the mashed potato.

- Let's go.
- Let me check it now.

- Ay, coño, carajo. ¿Dónde...
- Wait. One second.

Okay. Um...

Ooh! There is a flight
through Denver this afternoon.

- I'll take it.
- Oh. Nope, sorry.

That one's delayed until tomorrow, too.

- Oh.
- What if I fly to Chicago

and drive from there?

Well, Chicago's in the eye of the storm.

- Or New York? Or Boston?
- Hello?

Yeah, ooh, yeah.

Hello? Hi. Yes.

I need a flight to Cleveland
as soon as possible.

Or Atlanta.

_

- Oh.
- _

Oh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I understand. Thanks.

Still no flights, but
I'll just go to the airport,

and I'll get on standby for something.

I am not letting you
spend Thanksgiving at LAX.

I hear you, but I can't
just not see my family.

I've never missed a
holiday or anything. At all.

Oh!

I knew I had some.

I had the flu a couple months ago.
Bought this big-ass box.

We can make the stuffing.

- What about your friends?
- Apparently,

they're all at dinner with a bigot,
so, I am good to miss that.

Stay. I want you to.

Okay. Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yes!

So, there's no menu?

Uh, no. There usually is, but
today we did a whole preorder...

- I see.
- Thing? Yeah, you should have

got it when you made your reservation.

- Hmm.
- Which, actually, was when?

- About a week or so ago?
- Okay.

- You could have, maybe, told me.
- I tried to tell you.

Well, I know you called.

I did call, didn't I?
And what did you do?

- Well, I...
- You didn't pick up.

- Well, no. But...
- And how was that

supposed to make me feel?

- I'm sorry. I-I-I should have answered.
- Thank you.

Sorry. Um... I do have
some friends coming.

- Fun.
- Yeah.

Um, so, I'm just gonna...
Can I get you anything?

I-I have to work a little bit but...

- Go ahead. Yeah, you go.
- Okay.

Okay,
turkey trotters, let's go!

So close to the finish line!

- Oh, boy.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Here we go.

- Oh, Jesus. He must be...
- An aggressive turkey.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey, Buck.

- So glad you made it.
- Yeah.

I wouldn't miss the turkey trot.

Oh. You must be Tina.

No, Buck. Tina left me.

- We discussed that, remember?
- My mistake.

- Yeah. This is Misty, my girlfriend.
- Oh. Your girlfriend?

- Oh, God.
- Yup, girlfriend.

Oh, good for you. Moving on.

- I guess so.
- Well,

- thanks again for coming, okay?
- Sure.

Last one to the finish
buys lunch on Monday?

- All right.
- So, don't dawdle!

I-I'd love to tell you that
he's not always like that,

- but he is.
- Uh-huh.

Why don't we just slow down
and let him get ahead of us?

Um, no, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna pick it up.

- What?
- Yeah, I got to go.

- I'm gonna pick it up.
- Seriously?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, geez.

Okay, okay.

All right.

This isn't gonna last long.

- Hey. Happy Thanksgiving.
- Hey, hi.

Um, Mom, so, uh, this is Micah...

- Hi.
- And Sophie

and her sister, Maribel,
and their mom and grandma.

- And Aunt Virginia.
- I would hug you, but...

Did you bring those from home? Oh.

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Mind helping me out here?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Thank you so much, Jane.
- Hi.

So, so nice to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

Oh, no. What happened here?

- Oh.
- Mom.

- What? It'll grow back.
- Sure will.

Okay. Why don't you just go
sit on the end over there?

- Okay.
- Okay. Happy Thanksgiving.

- Mm-hmm. Okay.
- It's fine.

I want to talk to
you for one second, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there.
Uh, Mom, I got to work.

- Just... easy.
- Sarah, just be nice to your mother.

Can you believe that? Silly. Honestly.

Yeah, of course.

- Hi. Happy Thanksgiving. Here.
- Oh. Oh.

- Take one of these.
- I'm so hungry.

I've only got one left. I'm sorry.

- I'll circle back.
- Thank you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Mmm. I want a bite.

Is it "puffed pastry"? Or
"puft pastry," with a "T"?

Like, "puft," "puft pastry"?

Puff, puft.

If you made us come here

just so you can sleep with
Finley, I swear to God...

Oh, my God. Just, shh.
We're just friends, okay?

Calm down. Calm it down.

And how many gummies did he take?

Three too many.

Oh, my God. I could eat
this as a meal. What is it?

- It's sour cream, honey.
- It's good.

Oh, God. I can't believe
she brought her own

fucking mashed potatoes.
Do you know what?

I'm gonna go get them.

- No, no, no.
- No?

Leave 'em there.

- Why?
- Because. Because

they're the only home-cooked
food I get to have today.

All right. Geez, I didn't know

- you liked them so much.
- Oh, shit.

Well, I do, and
I want them to stay, okay?

Well, we met, uh, at Marcus's
show in August, September.

Oh, right. That's the guy you
were kissing out by the car.

- Yeah. Exactly, so...
- Huh?

Wow. That, like, feels like forever ago

in, like, a weird way but, um...

We were barely together.
I don't know. I just...

I thought we were.

Whatever. I'm not...

I'm not... I'm not upset. I just wish

that he didn't waste my time.

- I guess.
- Talk to me, Ange. What's going on?

Basically, the timing wasn't right.

And so... he said that he would wait

until the end of the semester for me.

But... he was definitely
with that girl, right?

No, not necessarily. You
don't know who that person was.

I just wish that I
could, like, fast-forward

to what my moms have, or you and Tess.

Angie... you're 18.

Remember that. I promise
you, it is gonna happen.

But even when it does...
it's gonna take work.

- Everyone has problems.
- Sure, but it would be nice to, like,

have the big ones ironed out.

So...

- Tess... isn't in Vegas.
- What do you mean?

Finished up the stuff
with her mom last week,

but she's here now.

I just haven't spoken to her because...

she needs space from
me, which I understand.

- Oh.
- Nobody's perfect.

- Oh, you do, right?
- Yes!

So, my roommates and I,
we have Scrabble nights.

Fuck.

- Just, down.
- What?

- What?
- Down.

- No.
- Oh.

- He has his hand on her back.
- Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Take a deep breath. Okay?

- What's the plan?
- We live here now.

No, give it back.

- Oh. I need to try these.
- Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

Oh, it's a tradition, eat it like this.

Yeah, y... despierta los sabores.

- Wakes up the flavors.
- Oh. Uh, gracias.

De nada.

How we doing?

Okay, so, Suarez tradition.

We are going to all write down
what we're most thankful for, okay?

And then, we're all
gonna read it out loud,

and we... guess who wrote them.

- Thanks, bud.
- Yeah, you're welcome.

All right.

Okay, well, I am thankful
for my daughter Sarah.

Okay.

Definitely never heard
you say that before, but...

If you ever came home,
I could have told you.

Uh, well, you know,

my mom says that all the time,

and she lives just down the block.

- That's true.
- Well, it's not just me.

Her father misses her, too.

Okay, well, if that's true,
then why isn't he here?

Oh, my God. Is he... Is he not okay?

No, no. He's... he's fine. He's fine.

But I am leaving him.

- I'm sorry. What?
- I've been

unhappy for quite some
time, but you know that.

- I absolutely did not know that.
- Come on, Sarah.

No. Mom, I'm serious. What do you mean?

We got married young, okay?
I-I felt like something was missing,

like I was trapped in the marriage.

What are you even talking about?

Hey. Don't take that tone with me.

- Hey!
- What-what tone?

- What is my tone?
- Like I'm an idiot.

I don't think you're an idiot.

- I just... I'm...
- I just thought maybe

- you'd be able to understand.
- Understand?

- How could I... ?
- You're the only person I know

who ever left Kansas
City and did anything.

You created your own life.

I came here because I thought I...

Never mind.

I would love some
salad if you don't mind.

Thank you.

She always does this.

She just... she knows
the exact thing to say

to send me into a freefall. It's like...

Why can't anything be fucking simple?

- I'm so sorry, Finn.
- It's okay.

It's okay. I just... I still don't get

what she wants me to do.
Like, like, I don't know.

Give her a guidebook to leaving my dad?

- Who I like more than her?
- You don't owe her anything.

- No, I know but I...
- You can't control her.

That's the main thing, right?
You can only control yourself.

- Right.
- So, what do you want?

Um... I don't know what I want.

I...

I could make my amends?
Take back control a little?

- I...
- Yes. No, that's... Yes.

- You could.
- I-I don't know.

I never thought I'd do it
in person, but she's here.

- She-she showed up, right?
- I don't know, Finn.

I... I-I think this might
not be the right time.

Or it could be the perfect time.

Okay, this could be
very healing for you.

Right. Right, I'm...

Yeah. Okay, I'm gonna do it.

- Okay.
- I'm an adult.

I mean, it's my life. Oh, my God.

What the fuck am I gonna say?

- I can't just...
- Um, sit at my desk,

take some time, write
something down. You don't have

- to do it on the fly. Okay?
- Right.

We will go, give you some privacy.

- You just...
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I got it.

- Okay.
- Um...

I'm-I'm here for you.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You know, I'm just trying to
make sure she doesn't get hurt.

Well, you don't have to
worry about her anymore.

She's a big girl.

All right, I can't watch
you torture yourself.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
They're gonna see us.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, do you trust me?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Wait. What about the hungry?

I'll write 'em a check. Come on.

Hey.

- Can I steal one of those?
- They're for charity.

My bad.

- Sorry.
- Excuse me.

Misty?! Hey, Misty!

- Yeah.
- Come on, man!

- Oh, God.
- Wait up!

- Oh, um...
- Oh, geez.

Oh, God. I got to work out more.

- Oh, my God.
- You know?

- Mm-hmm.
- I haven't worked out since...

Oh, ever since that
Jane Fonda tape got stuck

- in my VCR, you know?
- Yeah.

Anyway, I just wanted
to say, I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry about, uh, saying
that you were my girlfriend.

I... happened to catch your
facial expression, and...

My boss, you know, he
always puts me on the spot.

I mean, I feel like an idiot

every time he asks me
even mundane things.

You know, he says, "What'd
you do on the weekend?"

And I have to make something
up. What am I gonna tell him?

I stayed home and watched 90 Day Fiancé

- and, uh, cooked a frozen pizza?
- I'm just...

Listen, I'm just... I'm
really embarrassed right now.

- Oh, no. Did I ruin it?
- Yeah, no. I just, I, uh...

I really have to find a bathroom.

- Oh, right now?
- Yeah.

That sorcerer's fucking pumpkin brew

- that... Finley gave me...
- No good?

Is not sitting well with me. No.

- Okay, I'll get you there.
- Ooh. Okay.

Follow me. I'm good in an emergency.

- Crisis situation...
- Hold it, everybody!

We're walking here. Watch it, turkey!

- Come on, Misty. Come on.
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, God.
- I can run.

- For real?
- Yeah.

- For real?
- Yes.

I mean, look, look,
okay. So, family's hard.

Mm.

What about friends?

- Exes?
- Hmm.

Do you have a Brie?

Okay,
I sort of have a Brie, sort of.

- Sophie?
- No!

- Mm.
- No, no, no, no, no. No.

Uh...

I went to daycare with
this girl named Roxy.

- That's so cute.
- Yeah, so cute.

She and I were, like, best
friends throughout grade school,

and then we sort of, like, made
out in high school, you know?

- Where is she at now?
- In Costa Rica.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- So, not the love of your life?
- I mean... I don't know.

She's just, like, the
flightiest person I've ever met.

Like, couldn't even stay
in town long enough to...

commit to an animal,
let alone another person.

- But she's like family.
- Yeah. Sounds like it.

- Yeah, our moms were best friends.
- Oh, are they still close?

Uh...

Uh, my mom died of
cancer when I was ten.

- Oh, shit.
- And my dad's in prison.

- Fuck.
- Cheers.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Oof.
- Yeah. It's sort of tough

to work into, like, an
easy conversation, you know?

- Yeah, no shit.
- Um...

Yeah. Man, I miss her.

She could cook.

Like...

We didn't have super big Thanksgivings,

but... they were so lovely.

Kind of like this.

Ours are, like, a hundred times louder.

Mm.

But this is really nice.

- Loud?
- Mm-hmm.

- Louder. You want loud?
- Yes?

We can do loud.

- Come on.
- Oh, okay.

We're gonna go on a little adventure.

Oh, yeah. All right.

All I see through my tears is black

Okay.

"We acknowledge
the Chumash and Tongva people

as the past, present
and future caretakers

of the Los Angeles
Basin where we currently

celebrate today.

Let us honor the memory of
those who lost their sovereignty

or died on this land.

We honor their connection to this land

and give thanks for
the opportunity to live

on their traditional homeland."

Well, okay. Whatever
happened to the Mayflower

- and the first Thanksgiving?
- Turns out that was all a lie.

- Well...
- Here, Mom. Have some stuffing.

Yeah, your homie Chris was a dick.

Micah, will you pass the potatoes?

Oh, uh...

¡Ay! ¿Mamá? What are you doing?

Waking up the spices, a
tradition I will pass on.

- Hmm?
- Uh, Mom?

Uh... you know...

Dad told you I went to rehab, right?

Yeah, but we don't need
to talk about that now.

I mean, you're... you're better, right?

Uh, yeah, I'm better.

But, um, like, a part of
my recovery is apologizing.

And... I just...

There's some things I
would like to say to you.

Look, I'm sorry for getting so drunk

at Faith's wedding
and calling you a cunt

- in front of Grandma.
- Oh. Oh.

We don't need to get
all emotional now, Sarah.

I'm...

I'm trying to open up to
you about some hard shit.

You don't need to curse
to make your point.

- You're smarter than that.
- I'm just saying I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry for embarrassing you...

You've embarrassed me
your whole life, Sarah.

What is the point of apologizing
for one thing when you...

she just can't remember all
the others, huh?

- Is there any salt down at your end?
- Hi!

Happy Thanksgiving.

Okay, so this is actually pretty quiet.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

I got it.

You made it out in one piece.

- Yeah.
- Let's go get dinner.

Starving.

- Shane?
- What?

- You forget something? What?
- That's his car.

Okay. What about it, Ange?

Ange?

What is it?

What a fucking bitch!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Hold on. Hold on.

- What is it? What is it?
- The la... the last time

that I saw him I gave him
that fucking book right there.

- That book?
- I sp... Yeah.

I spent fucking forever making it.

- I want that back.
- Wait, hold on, you made that?

- Yeah.
- That's a beautiful book.

- Yeah.
- You're really talented.

Yeah, and he doesn't fucking deserve it.

All right, hold on,
hold on. Is that locked?

It's locked.

- No...
- No, just forget about it.

- You sure?
- Let's go.

Just forget about it. Let's just go.

Well, you're better than
me when I was your age.

- Why's that?
- I don't know.

I would have grabbed something,
thrown it at his window...

gotten my shit back.

But I don't know.

- Thanks for hanging out with me.
- Oh, it's my pleasure.

I was about to say
the same thing to you.

You hungry?

Angie? Angie?

Angie, Angie, Angie! Angie!

Angie, Angie, Angie,
Angie, Angie, Angie... stop.

Stop!

Don't want you to cut
yourself. Get your shit.

Go.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, do
you want his parking pass?

- No.
- ... in San Diego?

- Come on, come on, come on.
- No.

- I actually moved here for work.
- Oh, really?

- Do you like it?
- It's really nice.

I like the weather, I like the campus...

No. No, no, no, no. Fuck!

Oh, my God. Do you
want me to call the cops?

Yes, please.

Somebody busted the
shit out of this window.

Did they take anything?

Okay, well, I guess we
just file a report...

Let's just hold off
on calling the police.

You were right.

God, I can't believe
I fell for it again.

- Just... I'm such an idiot.
- No, you're not.

- You're not an idiot.
- I-I am. I just, I...

I just, I wanted her
to say that it was okay.

Oh, my God. Of course,
I get that. She's your fucking mom.

- It's my mom.
- Yeah.

It's my mom and she fucking hates me.

- Why does she hate me so much?
- No.

She fucking hates herself, okay?

- Look at me.
- That's...

Finley, you are so special.

You bring so much joy to
the people around you, okay?

You were dealt a shitty fucking hand

and you turned it into
the most amazing life ever.

And not everybody can do that.

That fucking...

crazy, Mayflower riding...

Thanksgiving-loving,
white lady out there?

She doesn't know you. Okay?

She doesn't know the Finley that I know.

I knew you were lying. You little shits.

I knew you guys were sexting.

- Hey, what's wrong, Finley?
- I, uh...

Want to meet my mom?

Oh, God, oh, God.
Why is everyone in here?

- Okay, okay. She's got to go.
- I got to go to the bathroom, guys.

- Really bad. I'm so sorry.
- Really.

- We should leave.
- Can you go?

- Can you get out, please?
- Okay, okay.

Get out, now!

What did I tell you? They're together.

What are you doing?

Nana, I told you we're
not together anymore.

Jesus...

Sarah, did you date this girl?

I mean, we're not, right?

Didn't know she was gay.

Don't go there. Don't do it.

I mean, you're just so pretty.

She went there.

- Oh, my God.
- Yikes.

- Why do you have to say shit like that?
- Yeah. Kind of brutal, Mom.

Oh, excuse me. Who are you?

I'm Carrie. I've been
filling in, in your absence.

Oh, thank you, Carrie.

Well, I hope you like cleaning up messes

'cause she's really good at making 'em.

Well, now I know where
she fucking learned it.

- Oh, is that right?
- You know what?

Shit's kind of hard when your mom

kicks you out of the
house at 17 years old.

- That is not what happened.
- It is.

It is what happened. I told you I
was gay and you told me to get out.

Oh, my God. The exaggerating...

What is wrong with you?!

Sarah Anne Finley, you do
not raise your voice at me!

What universe are you fucking living...

You need to be on medication!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone... Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, um...
- Oh, my God.

- No.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. God, how disgusting...

Okay, um...

It's not funny, Sarah.

Um, I think you, uh, got to
get that dry-cleaned right away.

- It was a mistake coming here.
- You know what?

I think it's time for you to go.

- I was really hoping you had changed.
- I have.

Well, who wants turkey?

Hey.

Bring it in. Come here, kid. Come on.

It's okay, babe. It's okay, it's okay.

Come on, everybody. A
little love for Finley.

Squish. Squish tight. Squish...

Happy Thanksgiving.

We love you, Finn.

Okay, you had enough?

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, you sure?
- Mm-hmm.

All right. Back away slowly.

- You all right, honey?
- Yeah.

Listen, you mind if I
take your mom's seat?

- Please.
- All right, I will.

- I'm so full.
- Okay.

- Wait, is that pie?
- Oh, no.

Pepita... he ate it all.

- ¿Dónde está el anillo?
- No sé.

- Hey.
- Hey, bud.

- Is he high?
- Yeah.

Um... about before.
I still really want to be friends.

Yeah.

But I'm still in love with you.
So, no dice for now.

- Hmm.
- But I can get you some pie.

- Oh. Pie, that sounds good.
- If I know you, it's pumpkin.

- Mm.
- Am I right?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

That's what you're getting.

- Anyone need a top off?
- Yes.

Okay.

My shoulder hurts.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I think I'm okay.

You know, I just...

I haven't walked or run that
much in the last 37 years.

- So...
- You did great.

My body's in shock, frankly.

Listen though. I was very proud
of you today, with your mom.

Really. You stood up for
yourself, you stayed in your truth.

- Great job.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Moms are complicated.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

You got that right.

Hey.

I'm talking about you, Mom.

To Finley. For bringing us all together.

Aw...

- Shut the fuck up.
- To Finley!

- Finley!
- Finley!

All right.

All right, enough.

Thank you all for being
here. I love you all so much.

Really. Even you. For now.

Cheers, guys.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving.

Sit down.

Um, I'm just gonna go in the back.

Okay, bye.

Mm. Oh, I miss a Suarez Thanksgiving.

Oh, my God. Oh, that's right.
We didn't even get to read them.

Oh.

Hey. New guy picks.

Take one?

Just one.

"I'm forever thankful for my
beautiful daughters and mother.

I'm so glad we can get
together on this day."

"Not all families do this."

- What is with the...
- Mom...

You're gonna have to think
of something new next year.

Well, that's how I feel.

Come on, pass them on, pass them on.

Nana wants one.

- I like it.
- I like it, too.

- It's consistent.
- What do you got there, Nana?

Let's see...

"I am grateful for my donor."

- What?
- What?

- "My daughter"?
- Donor.

- Donor?
- Donor?

Did you write that?

It can be the first
thing in the scrapbook.

- Wait. I-Is that real?
- Hold it.

A donor for what? Organ or baby?

Organ or baby?

Baby.

I'm so happy for you.

Here's to you.

- Sorry I lied to you about Sophie.
- Listen, kid.

I dated the same woman
on and off for 16 years.

- Wow.
- Yeah. I don't think it's bad.

You know? I just think it's gay.

Thanks, Care Bear.

That name is actually
reserved for Misty.

Oh. I'm sorry. Cutie.

"Cutie," that-that one felt weird.

"Cutie" felt weird.

- I get it.
- Ah, my arm...

- Carrie?
- You know, I don't feel so good.

- Are you okay?
- No.

- I think I need to lie down...
- Hey. Carrie, Carrie!

_

Fuck.

Dear Mama,

I'm thankful for a lot of things.

Mostly for everything you taught me.

Like, sometimes rules
are meant to be broken.

We have the power to
make the family we choose...

- Micah?
- Yeah?

I should've said "yes" when
you asked me to marry you.

Yeah?

Sorry.

Congratulations!

That when something
good comes into your life,

you should hold on to it.

I'm thankful you taught me that
every moment on this Earth is a gift.

Come on, Carrie.

- Come on, Carrie! Fuck!
- Ma'am, can you still hear me?

How much longer are you gonna be?!

Please hurry! Can you
please fucking hurry?!

Okay. Okay.

I love you, Mama.

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