All language subtitles for Grosse.Pointe.S01E06

- Previously on "Grosse Pointe
Garden Society"...

- Does a part of me wish
that he had married

some Grosse Pointer
who just wanted to push out

a bunch
of really cute grandbabies?

You're his muse.

- I want to be
a grown-up with you.

- Have any sold?
- Enough to make rent.

- I'm just tired of being
your shoulder to cry on.

- It's called friendship.
- This just isn't working.

- Whatever dirt you can dig up,

I'm gonna need a lot
to take the kids.

- We kind of agreed.

He would put me
through law school,

and when I got a job,
It would be his turn.

- Last night was really fun.
- Got a little crazy.

- The good kind?
- The best kind.

- We decided to sub pansies.

- Well, they won't tell
the same story, Catherine.

- I'm gonna murder Marilyn.

- I'm the lunatic
who's just imagined

we've been dying to get
into each other's pants?

- Hey, I'm sorry if I've
given you the wrong idea.

- Your son is about
to throw his life away,

and we're gonna have
to do something about it.

- We all know what's going on
in your marriage.

- I want you
out of your office tonight.

- How do we get the body
to the garden?

- I can drive the body.

- Look alive!

Welcome.
It is so lovely

to see you again this year.

Come on in.
Grab some champagne.

Welcome
to Monaco Under the Stars.

Now, Lorraine,
that dress really accomplishes

what it set out to do.

Thank you.

It does look amazing,
doesn't it?

Now, I don't want to toot
my own horn,

but toot!

George, I did not recognize you
with that cummerbund.

Hazel, is he on
some sort of secret mission?

Because he is giving Octopussy.

I can't get
into that restaurant,

so I don't know what I have
to do or who I have to--

Hey! Oh, my--

Help yourself
to some champagne.

Hi!
Well, thank you.

I hope you brought
your checkbook, Fred.

- Ah! You made it.

Each square depicts
a little bit

of Grosse Pointe history,

dating all the way back
to the Model T.

Oh, there you go!

2,500 from Amanda Mills.
Thank you, Amanda!

Do we have 3,000?

3,000.

Okay, we are just getting
started here, folks.

So who wants to take it
up a notch?

Hank? Hank?

Your wife's face is telling
all of us

that you might want to.

Buzz!

Damn it, Buzz!

How could you do this to me?

She just wants to know

what's holding up the permit
for her nail salon.

- City's got a moratorium
on new awnings.

- You're the mayor, Buzz.

You're supposed to help
the community.

- The community is not just
your dingbat friends.

Oh.

Mr. Fingers.

You already had your breakfast.

- Marilyn, would you keep
that thing off the table?

I don't appreciate him
tracking cat litter

where I'm trying to eat.

- Well, maybe
he doesn't appreciate

you leaving the windows open.

- It gets stuffy
as hell in here.

- There are coyotes, Buzz.

I'm gonna be late tonight.

- But I'm making osso buco.

- We got to grind
through dinner.

- Who's we?
- What?

- You said, "We have
to grind through dinner."

You and who else?

- Tara, obviously.

- Seems like you guys spend
an awful lot of time together.

- She's the only one
on the team

who'll put in the hours.

We can talk
about it later, okay?

- Can we do
the osso buco tomorrow?

- The longer it marinates,
the more tender it'll be.

- You'll have dinner with me,
right, Mr. Fingers?

Come here.

People love to say
being a mother

is the hardest job
in the world.

I'd argue
raising a healthy garden

is just as demanding.

From the expensive equipment
to the pricey pesticides,

gardens are a constant drain
on your resources.

- This should cover the tutor,
SAT prep books, rulers,

protractors, calculators,

whatever else it takes
to get into college these days.

- I can't thank you enough,
Ms. Bradley.

- Don't give him the money.

He'll just lose it all
in crypto.

And then no one's
going to college.

- And just when
you can finally enjoy

your garden's beauty...

You have to rake it all out
and start over next season.

- Since when do you do yoga?

You ready to have
your mind really blown?

- You're juicing?

- Mm, I got to stay young
for the kids.

I've been told I need
my chakras tuned.

- Ew!
- Right, gross.

- No.

There's no mats left.
- Oh, I'll get you one.

- How?
- I got pull here.

How?

- Hey, babe...

can I get another mat?

- Hmm.

I hate when you think
the lid's on, but it's not,

and then it explodes
everywhere.

- Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy.
- What? They gave me a new one.

- Okay, take a seat.
Just deep breaths.

- Are you okay?
- Um, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, weirdo.
Why?

- Ah.

Because I just heard you're
going to lunch with my mom.

Well, she's been asking
for years.

- Yeah, and you said you'd only
ever go over your dead body.

Well, that was before
we figured out a way

to make our lives work here.

- Uh-uh, you figured out.

- Stop.

- Mm.
They're flying off the walls.

I mean--

- How many sold?
- All of them.

I can't keep up.

- Okay, then you keep painting,

and I will enjoy
my club sandwich with Patty.

- First, you'll start
with a wedge.

- It's a little heavy
for lunch, but I'm down.

- Yeah? Are you down
for the hour-long debate

about whether or not
she should have dessert?

- Only if she does.

- She never does.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Sorry.

- When did kids' birthdays
get so out of control?

- Oh, we rented out
the Detroit Zoo for Addie's.

- The entire zoo?
- It's the only way you get

the hands-on experience
with the elephants.

- Remember when it was just,
like, Nerf guns and pizza

in a backyard?

- How does that get you
any cred on TikTok?

- Every birthday, they just go
bigger and bigger.

- Oh, what's Zach's theme
this year?

- Outer space.

- Oh, so, like, renting out
the planetarium?

- Well, knowing
Melissa and Connor,

they'll put the kids in orbit

in some
tech billionaire's rocket.

- Dakota's friend Isaac is
doing that for his bar mitzvah.

- What?

- Yeah.
- Mazel.

- It's like the only
reason I'm even there

is to feel bad about myself.

- Not the only reason.

- They already hired a guy
to set up the bounce house.

- Uh, your son, dummy.

- Oh.

- Anyone have a daisy grubber?

- Oh, here, take mine.

- Haven't I taken enough
from you?

- Always here for you, Alice.

- Never mind.
I'll prune.

- Mm-mm.

I can't do
another month of this.

- At least they're being mature
about it.

- Ladies!

Less chitchat, more clip-clip!

Azaleas don't pinch themselves.
- On it, Marilyn.

- Like this!

- Ouch.

- Well, you only hurt
the ones you love.

- Okay, go ahead.

Hey!

- Thank you.

- He got so much more
whipped cream than me.

- Okay, you know what?
just go sit down.

Go ahead.
Thank you.

- I mean, how dare you try
to buy them a delicious treat?

What were you thinking?

- It's like this mind control
thing they do.

I start driving them home
from school,

and I wake up here.

- Pierce Goldman,
Goldman Weiss Properties.

- Oh.
I've seen your billboards.

- You used to work
with Gary Mills.

Unfortunately.

- I knew you looked familiar.

I've heard a lot about you.

- Yeah, well...

Okay, yes, it's all true.

I banged his brains out in
every house in Grosse Pointe.

But you know
what you didn't hear?

I sold all those houses--

not Gary,
not his father-in-law,

definitely not the rest
of that frat house

they called a realty team.

It was all me.

- That's exactly what I heard.

- Oh.

- Look...

if you ever want to get back
in the game,

we need a closer.

- Your Americano.
- Thanks.

Not that kind, though.

- No problem, Mr. Donnelly.

- And just clear
the afternoon, Liz.

Major client's coming in.

- Wow.
Thanks.

Could I get a coffee?

- Liz, can we get
a coffee in here?

All right, Kenny,
let's make this fast.

- Your boy has been very busy.

- Excellent.

Okay, last month,

he illegally parked
in a yellow zone.

- Okay, so?

- It wasn't a Sunday.

- What else?
- Okay.

Ah!
He's a thief.

- Really?

- Self-checkout at the market.

- I'm listening.

- Forgot to pay for bags.

- All right.

Kenny, can I ask you
a question?

- Shoot.
- What's our goal here?

- To dig up dirt on Brett.
- No.

Our goal, Kenny.

- To get you and the missus
sole custody.

- There he is.
Now we're getting it.

- So you guys can move
to Chicago

and join that fancy law firm.

- So why the hell have I been
paying you for weeks

to detail his yoga routine?

- He's really making progress.

- I didn't hire you
to start a Brett fan club.

- Thank you.

- Get back out there

and find me something
I can use.

- The guy who built this house
also did a bunch of museums

in Tokyo.

- Looks like
my dentist's office.

- Same vibe.

- Uh, about to start my shift.

- Even better.

- You might want
something stronger, though.

- Ford got an A
on his history test?

- That's what it says.

Yes!

Oh, I knew he could do it!

- School says he cheated.

- Why?

- His answers
were, like, identical

to the kid in front of him.

- Okay, well, maybe
he studied just as hard.

- You don't go from a D
to an A overnight.

- Like people can't change?

- They're kicking him out.

I wish it could be
different, but...

- You can't do nothing!

- You don't get it, lady.

- Educate me.

- Even if I believed him,

that school's not gonna listen
to people like us.

- Why?

- The guy who built my house
was a plumber from Toledo.

- What looks good?

- Uh, thinking about starting
with a wedge.

- With blue cheese?

- Yeah, is there any other way?

- Huh.

Are you ordering that
because you want it or...

- Well, I love salad.

- Or because I'd want it?

- I'm just trying to fit in.

- Well, now look at this.
How cute.

- Just, uh, doing
a little bonding

with my favorite
daughter-in-law.

How, uh--how's the mayor?

- Working his fanny off,
per usual.

- Uh, speaking of,

have you asked him
about Keith's parking ticket?

- Yeah.

Buzz said
that he parked in handicapped.

- Well, with his back,
he should be allowed to.

They just won't give him
the little blue sign.

- Mm.

Okay, well, I'll--I'll see
what I can do.

- You're the best.

- Um, try the wedge.
Excellent.

- Oh, yeah, so I hear.

She's such a phony bitch.

- Why do you quilt together
if you don't like each other?

- 'Cause we're all just trying
to fit in, Alice.

Look, you want
to get out of here?

- Well, we haven't ordered yet.
- Well, the food sucks.

Come on, let's go.
You like hot dogs?

- Maybe I got you
all wrong, Patty.

- You know what?
We're not that different.

- Mm, but you love this town.

- It doesn't mean
I didn't have other plans.

- Well, I mean,
you live four blocks

from where you grew up.

- Ah, excuse me.

Just excuse me
for a minute, young lady,

but you are looking
at WBIV's premier weather girl.

- Stop it.

- Mm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Taking a closer look now
at Wayne County.

Keep that umbrella handy

because we have a warm front
coming in,

keeping our chance of rain
elevated through midweek.

Mm, back to you, Alice.

Wow!

- Eh...
- Wow!

- Yeah.

I was gonna work my way up
to station manager.

- Why didn't you?

- Oh, I don't know.

Long hours, the varicose veins,

the sexual harassment.

- But you're so good.

- Well, then...

I had Doug.

- You didn't want to go back?

- Well, now I'm a different
kind of station manager.

- Do you regret it?

- Not for a second.

- Having a baby's
not for everyone, Patty.

- Oh, neither are olives

until you spend the summer
in Florence.

Well, at least you got to be

a meteorologist first.

- That is why
I have arranged it...

so you can do both.

- What do you mean?

- You can spend
the whole day writing

because you won't need
a day job.

And my Dougie can paint
till he's blue in the face.

- How are you arranging that?

- Who's ever bought a painting
from a coffee shop wall?

- Someone who loves art?

- Someone who loves her son.

- You've spent
thousands of dollars.

- Eh, Keith and I have
quite the nest egg.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, we were gonna be
snowbirds in West Palm Beach,

but...
- I cannot believe it.

- Who needs to buy
an overpriced condo

when we could invest
in your dreams...

and a grandbaby?

- This is
straight-up blackmail.

- Eh, don't be so dramatic.
- That is what it is.

Patty!
- It's an opportunity, honey.

- I don't see it that way.

- Well, you want to know
how I see it?

High-pressure front
creates clear skies ahead.

It's a great time
to soak up the sunshine

and enjoy the fresh air.

Back to you, Alice.

- Was it awful?

- Your mom is just
full of surprises.

Yeah, she already texted.

- What did she say?

- She feels like you really get
where she's coming from now.

- Yeah, well,
she made it pretty clear.

- Hmm.

- Can you, um, take a break?

- I'm kind of in the zone
right now, babe.

- I need to tell you something.

- Well, the coffee shop wants
another series.

- Awesome.
- Yeah.

I mean, the guy thinks
I should charge more

because they're selling
so fast.

- Like, how much?

- He thinks I should double it.

- Jesus.
- Yeah.

I mean, at those prices,
I could leave the sign shop.

- Is that smart?

- I mean, I could be legit.

I could open
my own art gallery.

- Yeah, but it seems risky.

- Okay.
Where is this coming from?

- I just don't want you hurt.

I'm tough.

Oh, hey, uh, what was it
you wanted to tell me?

Um...

just that your mom...

Is really proud of you.

Oh.

Oh, how did
the, uh, dessert battle go?

- Brutal.

- Well, that's the thing
about Mom.

She always wins.

- Ooh!
How's the Alien Blood?

- Oh, it's just lemonade
and dry ice.

- Aww, were you hoping
for real alien blood?

- There's an actual astronaut

taking pictures
with everyone, so...

- Oh, yeah, and don't forget
the exact replica

of Mission Control.
- Mm.

No one needs me here.

I need you...
- Thank you.

- Inside this moon bounce.
- Oh!

- Stat!
- Yeah.

- I mean, look at him.

He never exercised once
when we were married.

Now he's like a gymnast.

- Everybody's a gymnast
in a bounce house, Melissa.

- I saw him hold Crow Pose

for, like, ten minutes
the other day.

- What the hell is that?

- I'm just saying--

if he tried this hard
when we were married...

- Okay?

- Okay what?

- Well, finish your sentence.

- Nothing.

It's just annoying.

- Higher. Come on!

- You got a good arm.

You should join
the baseball team.

It'd look good
on your applications.

- Don't have to worry
about that now.

- Oh, we're gonna worry
about it, braj.

- Did you just say "braj"?

- All I need is
your study guide.

- My tutor didn't
give it to me.

- Okay, so we'll go
get it from him.

- What's the point?

- You're the one
getting screwed.

- Actually...

you are.

- How?

- If all this goes away,

you and my dad can't rub your
privates on each other anymore.

- Ew!

That's why you think
I'm doing this?

- I saw you guys sharing
a piece of pie, okay?

- So what?
I like pie.

- Nobody shares pie unless
they're smashin' smellies.

- Stop saying those things!

- Am I wrong?

- Regardless
of what you think you saw

or what you think I'm dying
to do with my lady parts,

you still deserve
your day in court.

- The tutor probably shouldn't
testify on my behalf.

- Why not?

- Because, uh...

I paid him in weed
so he'd go away.

- How'd you get the A, then?

- Just copied off the dork
in front of me.

Why?

- Oh, it's just easier being
the kid everyone thinks I am.

- But you don't have to be.

- It's the only way
to get rid of you.

- There were a million
other ways to do that.

- And then face it
out that way.

- Ooh, nice!
- No, we got people for that.

- Oh. All right, rad.

Um, well, thank you
for letting me crash

your son's birthday party.

- Oh, my gosh, no.

Thank you for the killer class.
It was amazing.

- Oh, hey, you did
all the work.

- You're the one who taught
Brett to touch his toes.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he's not--
he's not exactly a yogi,

but, you know,
he's a pretty great dude.

- Well, you must be
pretty great yourself.

Check, check.

Will the birthday boy please
report to the dance floor?

I said, will the birthday boy

please report
to the dance floor?

There he is.

- Oh, Zach.

- Hold my Alien Blood.
- Yeah

- Okay, yeah!

Come on, everyone,
it's a dance party.

Everybody report
to the dance floor.

- Don't get me wrong.

She's attractive,
that's for sure.

But her features are too even
for Buzz.

I mean, that injected
airbrush look

just doesn't do it for him.

Even if it's all the rage
on social media.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned,

but I still say the way
to get in a man's pants

is through his stomach.

Yeah, right, Mr. Fingers?

Don't you worry
your furry little tail, okay?

Buzz knows a girl that thin

could never make a meal
like this, right?

Yeah.

Alice?

Alice, it's Marilyn.

Um, I need you to call me back
right away.

It's very important.
Please.

Something terrible
has happened.

- Sorry I'm late.

- Um, we're in a meeting here.

- Who are you?

- Mm, that's not
the right question.

- Excuse me?

- The question
you should be asking is,

why does the CEO of
the Birdie Bradley Foundation

have to waste her time

to defend
our premier candidate?

- I honestly need to know
who you are

for security purposes.

- I'm...

I'm Birdie Bradley.

- Are we safe right now?

- She gave Ford
the scholarship.

- That I hear he may lose

based on these
scurrilous allegations.

- We have a strict policy
when it comes to cheating.

- Oh, yeah?
What's the policy?

Don't bother
believing in yourself

because no one else will?

Guilty until proven innocent?

- He had
the exact same answers.

- Exactly.

How do we know this other
student didn't cheat off Ford?

- She's
a National Merit Scholar

who's attending Yale
in the fall.

- Exactly.
No need to study anymore.

Classic case of senioritis.

- Ford also admitted he cheated

two minutes
before you walked in.

- Exactly, because the system
is stacked against him

and every other student

who will never be
a National Merit Scholar.

- Ms. Bradley--

- Ford is a victim
of privileged bias,

which is not just an indictment
of this school

but really
of the entire education system

in this country.

- I don't disagree
there's room for improvement.

- So you agree that you give
kids with money

an unfair advantage?
- I never said that.

- And yet, we all heard you
loud and clear.

- The Foundation is prepared
to forgive

your offensive assault
on disadvantaged students

in exchange for Ford's
complete exoneration.

- This whole thing is making me
real uncomfortable.

- Well, would it make you
more comfortable

if the Foundation
continued the scholarship

for another student
after Ford graduates?

- It'd make me
even more comfortable

if it was two students.

- It's educators like you
that give me hope

for our children's future.

- Commercial real estate's
on the other side.

International properties
are on the second floor.

Offices in London and Prague

and just now getting set up
in South America.

- You guys have everything
but your own barista.

- My man Micheli makes
the perfect cappuccino.

He's here round the clock.

This is it.

If everything goes well,
this would be you.

We'd have you round out
our luxury property team.

And then, you know, the usual
grind of nights and weekends

until you work
your client list back up.

- Where do I sign?
- Full disclosure--

we do have some
other candidates in the wings.

- Oh, send them home.
I'm your guy.

- Team's excited to meet you.

- I never had a chance
to shine at McManus.

Gary always sucked all the air
out of the room.

Let me show you
what makes me great.

- That is the razzle-dazzle
the team wants to see.

All right, you know her
from her work and more.

The infamous
Catherine Crosby, everyone.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi.

I am so sorry.

- What's wrong?
- My daughter just threw up.

- Oh.

Is she alone?

- No, the babysitter's there,
but...

- Can she handle it
until you get home?

She really needs her mom.

Sorry.

- All right, who's on deck?
That bald guy in the lobby?

- It was supposed to be
my solo, not a dance party.

- Mm-hmm.

- Brett jumps in right before
I throw my airflare,

you know, and does some lame
Funky Chicken.

- Yeah.

- I mean, he just--

he always has to steal
my thunder, you know?

- Sucks.

- What is with that guy?

- We can't move to Chicago.

I was watching him with her
and with Zach and with Zoe

and how much fun
they have together.

- We have fun with them, too.

- I can't take that
away from him.

- Look, Melissa, the firm,

they're not gonna give me
another shot like this.

- I can't ruin his life again.
I can't.

- What about mine?

- You still have me.

- What are you, drunk?

Move! Move!

- You okay?

- Yeah.
Uh, yeah, I'm just--

Do you ever wish that, um,
life had a pause button?

- My daughter threw up on me
all night.

- Oh, my God!
- It, like, got in my mouth.

- I don't know how you do it.
- Neither do I.

- What's it like?
- Having kids?

- Yeah.

But what's it really like?

Uh...

okay, well...

at first,
it's all about keeping them

from hurting themselves--
you know, choking on hot dogs,

uh, plastic bags
over their heads,

forks in toasters, crosswalks.

And if they survive all that,
your reward is worrying

about drugs
you've never even heard of,

eating disorders, depression,
anxiety, heartbreak.

- Whoa.

- That's not even the most
terrifying part, really.

Someday...

you will be covered in puke
at 2:00 in the morning

and...

Suddenly realize you have
no idea who you are anymore.

- So...

why would anyone
ever have kids?

'Cause...

there's, like...

I don't know, five minutes
in every day that are...

so incredible.

You catch them singing a song
to themselves in the tub,

or they snuggle up to you
like a puppy.

Whatever it is,
those five minutes

make you forget
that you're in hell.

- But is that...enough?

- Sometimes.

How's that for a truth bomb?

- Nuclear.

- Time to un-pause.

- What'd I do now?

- You hit a guy where it hurts.

- Are you serious?

- You just barge in
like you own the place...

- Have you been drinking?

- Wave your credit cards
around.

Yeah, I use what I got.

- You've known the kid
all of five minutes.

- So?
- So you've--

you've done more for him
in one day

than I've been able to do
in ten years.

- Okay.

You're welcome.

- Do you have any idea how
that makes me feel as a father?

All I did was write a check.

- Yeah, well...

that's what works with them.

- I just want your son
to have a fair shot.

- And...

you used the word "scurrilous."

- I googled it in the car.

Oh, boy.

Okay, I may have had
a few drinks.

- Mm.

Rough day?
- Nervous to see you.

You know,
the last time we were alone,

things happened.

- Hmm. How do you feel now?

- Bummed.

- Why?

- Well, the right thing to do
isn't what I want.

- Then you definitely
shouldn't stay.

- Yeah, that is definitely
something I shouldn't do.

- Just for the sake
of argument, though...

- Yeah?

- What if you did?

- Well, then you really
shouldn't get any closer.

- And I obviously
shouldn't do this.

- I certainly...

shouldn't do this.

- Anything else
we shouldn't do?

- Yeah, yeah, and a coffee
with that flavored creamer--

the no-sugar one?

- Sure. Coming right up.

- Coffee?

- I'm good.

- So Cricket seems
like a good get.

- She's cool.
- Yeah.

Is it, like,
a bang-buddy sitch,

or, uh, you guys in it
to win it?

- Why am I here, Connor?

Look, uh...

given the circumstances,

you and I are never
gonna be tight.

- Well, since the circumstances
were you stealing my wife,

I agree.

- The thing is,

it's really important
to Melissa that we're...

all in a good place.

- Mm-hmm. We'd need
a time machine for that.

- Yeah, well,
what if I had one?

- You probably will
for Zach's next birthday.

- I mean, what if I made good
on your deal with Melissa?

- Come on, man.

- No, I know a lot
of deep-pocket people

who could help you get your
car business off the ground.

- What's in it for you?

- I get a new bestie.

It'll make my wife
like me more than you.

All right.

On one condition.
- Hit me.

- Admit I saved your ass
at that party.

- Those kids just weren't ready
for my moves.

- I always tell
my friends with kids,

one bad decision can wreck
a whole garden.

- Children, on the other hand,
are extremely resilient.

- Which is why
seeing a flower grow

can be
infinitely more rewarding.

But not everyone's cut out
for the responsibility

of plant parenthood.

- With global warming,

Detroit will be just as warm
as West Palm.

- By then, I'll be dead.

- Oh, what are you,
a scientist now?

Besides...

you'll be plenty warm
cuddling our new grandbaby.

- What about the beach?

- Nobody needs to see you
in a swimsuit, honey.

- Well, as long as I get
to see you in yours.

- So you have to make sure
you're ready,

because gardens don't grow up
and move away.

They're something
you have to nurture forever.

- Uh, Marilyn?

I need a favor.

- If you're here
on Donna's behalf,

I already told her that
Buzz cannot get her fireworks.

They're illegal.

- Not that.

It's big.

- You know I'd love to help,

but Buzz has a list of requests
a mile long.

- What if it really pissed off
my mother-in-law?

- Well, there's always room
for one more.

- I came as soon as I could.

- You're so sweet.

- Well, our fur babies
are like our children.

- Yeah, I got an alert
on my phone.

Mr. Fingers got out.

Buzz and his dang window.

- Hon, how did you get him
away from the coyote?

- Well, thank goodness
for Japanese cutlery,

because that thing--
that thing had him in his jaw.

There was so much blood.

- Well, you did everything,
um...

you could.

- Mm-hmm.

Let's talk
about something else.

- Mm-hmm, of course.

- Why are you still
in your gown?

- Oh, um...

wild night.

- Yeah, wild.

I mean, that's what
the gala is about.

I'll never forget it.

Yeah.

By the way...

someone stole the quilt.

How do you know?

I saw it...

Hanging out
of a trunk of a black Cadillac.

- Whose?

- Well...

I mean, doesn't that smarmy
realtor Gary Mills drive one?

- Uh, everyone
in Grosse Pointe does.

- Well, not everyone was
as PO'd as Gary's wife

when she got outbid
at the auction.

- I mean, you were upset, and--

and you probably weren't
thinking straight, so...

- I know what I saw.

- Well, you have more important
things to worry about.

- Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

But I will get that thing back.

Mrs. Lewis?

- Mr. Fingers is
a very tough cat.

We'll have to keep him
till he heals,

but he's gonna make it.

- Thank God!
Thank God!

- See?

It's gonna be okay.

- It's all gonna be fine.