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Sweetbitter...

- What do you taste?
- How do you know all of this?

Be nice to Will, okay?
He's sweet.

She wants us to go home.
Back to the Cape.

I hate the Cape.

I--I have some wine books
if you'd like to borrow them.

So, your day off tomorrow.

Let's go see a movie or
something, like real humans.

Sorry, it's not right.

I'm used to being alone.

Me too.

This must be a special night.

Ooh, you two are so beautiful.

I might spit
in your food.

Hello there.

So, I am thinking
a '95 Haut-Brion?

Good.

All right,
I'll leave you two alone.

Hmm.

This is what you wanted?

Yes.

Oh.

Okay.

Hey!
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Hi.

Mom, you remember--

Of course.
Wait--

Soccer or softball?

Soccer.

How crazy that we're both here.

We just came for the weekend.

We came to sightsee.

We saw Drowsy Chaperone.

- Wow.
- What're you doing here?

Um, I live here.

- Really?
- Uh, yeah.

Wow, who'd you move here with?

Just me.

You moved here by yourself?

Oh, my God.
I could never do that.

No, she couldn't.

You--your mother clearly
didn't baby you.

- Mom.
- What?

Uh, it was her dad.
Her dad raised her.

Oh.

Well, he raised a very
independent girl.

Are you going in?

Yes, why don't you join us?

Um, I just, uh,
I-I can't.

I'm meeting a friend for lunch
now, so...

It's my day off.

Well, what a shame.

It's so nice to see you
all grown up.

Have fun.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

That was
a nice surprise.

Well, I didn't know her
that well.

Have you decided
on what you'd like?

Uh, yeah, could I...

Do you happen to have
a merlot from France?

Sorry, our merlot's
from California.

Would you like to try it?

Uh, yeah, sure.
Thanks.

Thanks, Josh.

- Isn't it? Good.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- Told you you'd like it.

Oh, thanks.

Hi.

Sorry, I was in
the neighborhood, and I...

remembered
the wine books that you

offered me,
so I just thought you...

I should've called first.

It's fine.

Come in.

Really.

Come in.

Now you know my secret.

I'm a slob.

Are you sure it's okay
that I'm here?

It's fine.

Hey, are you hungry?
Grilled cheese?

Uh, yeah.

I'm starving.

- Good.
- Thanks.

Wow, this is, uh...

My friend Maureen painted that.

What about this?
It's beautiful.

Flea market.

I had no idea my home
was so fascinating.

Oh, my God, this isn't real.

Yeah.

Yeah, every year my,
uh--my landlord begs me

to let him rip it out, and put
in a proper bathroom, but--

No, I mean, you--
you can't, ever.

It's just--

Exactly.

Yeah, I, uh--

I laid eyes on this tub--
oof--16 years ago.

And I just, uh...

I immediately saw my life.

What do you mean?

Well, I--I was gonna take
gigantic bubble baths,

while reading Barthes,
and I would drink in it,

and fuck in it,
and hold court in it,

and become a regular at the
best neighborhood restaurant.

And I would eventually
get a job, uh,

that gave me
the whole city.

All 'cause of this bathtub.

I had to live a life
worthy of it.

And then this
showerhead monstrosity.

Jake put it up for me
years ago.

It has never once
stopped leaking.

Feel free to kick me out.

You are too much.

Let's make lunch.

It was the wrong number.

Um, excuse me for a minute.
I think I'll get changed.

Thin slices would be best.

Oh, dear, I gotta give you
a better knife.

You won't cut yourself
if the knife is sharp.

Hmm.

Your mother never
made you help?

That's how it started for me.

French toast.

Uh, we ate a lot of food
you just added water to.

Would you get the champagne
out of the refrigerator?

Sure.

Very good,
and a couple of glasses.

To taste?

No, um, with sparkling,

you can condition the glasses

so that when you pour

you don't lose any
of the carbonation,

which is kind of the whole
point, don't you think?

Wow.

It's the wine of kings.

Mm.

You ever had
real champagne before?

No.

What's the difference?

Champagne is a place, actually,

in Northern France,
with a very specific terroir.

Terroir.

Good, terroir.

Uh, the literal translation
is "earth."

Or "the ground."

Everything that is born
into this world

comes through its very own
particular climate,

and soil, and time of year.

And the idea with wine
is that you can--

You can taste the terroir.

Champagne is a tricky one.

Um, it's been
mass-produced and corrupted.

Yet...

Its essence is unmistakable.

Once heard someone
describe champagne as

a sword wrapped in
whipped cream.

Sounds pretentious, doesn't it?

I know it grates on everybody
at the restaurant.

No, it--no, it doesn't.

Yeah.

You couldn't even say that.

Okay, maybe a little.

But it's only because
you're better at everything

than everyone,
and if you were gone
they wouldn't know what to do.

They managed.

Uh, when I lived in France.

You lived in France?

Mm-hmm.

In Champagne, actually.

That's so weird.

Weird?

I don't know, I just--

I can't even imagine you
anywhere but the restaurant.

Mmm.

Mmm!

So what're you doing
with the rest of your day?

I have to pack.

You're going
to the Cape, right?

Did he mention that?

Yeah.

Uh, I could help you pack.

Okay.

- Mm-hmm.
- To cheese.

Is the Cape beautiful?

Yes, it is, but we're
not going for a vacation.

We're selling our house.
We have to clean it out.

Don't you guys live
next door to each other?

We did, but, um,

he moved in with us
after his mother died.

His mom died?

Yes.

How old was he?

He was eight.
And he...

moved in with my family and
I ended up taking care of him.

So you're like
a second mom to him?

Something like that.

Now he's being a brat
about going away for one day.

Well, it makes sense.

Uh, after what happened there.

His mother dying.

Well, it's one day.

I don't think
it's too much to ask.

Huh.
I have no idea.

Oh, I--oh.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

I mean...

Uh!

Aren't you gonna see
who sent them?

I know.

They're from a man
who thinks he can have

everything he wants.

Well, do you want me
to get rid of them?

Mm-hmm.

Gone.

- More?
- Yeah.

Here.

Ah!

Ah, phew.

I'll clean this up later.

Can I get in?

Sure.

Now I'm never gonna leave.

I ran into some people
from home today.

Two people who think I'm crazy
for coming here alone.

Well, it's not
the usual choice.

It's not a mistake, is it?

Coming here?

No.

No.

New York is never a mistake.

Jake, however, is.

Some men like to pretend that
they are damaged and dangerous

for the effect,
but some men actually are.

And they won't just
be a cool story for later.

Yeah, it won't matter,
will it?

I mean, I guess it never does.

I don't have a mother.

I know.

I don't think we need
to go over this again.

I'll call you back, my love.

Did you have a nice sleep?

Um...

Yeah.

I guess so.

What time is it?

6:00.

I guess I was comfortable.

You look beautiful.

Is it for flower man?

Uh, well, thanks
for the grilled cheese.

And the champagne.

My pleasure.
Any time.

Really?

Yes, of course.

Uh, okay, um,

have a good trip.
I'll see you when you're back.

Oh, the books.

Thanks.

Ugh.

Thank you, gentlemen.

It's amazing
how much we waste here.

Isn't it your day off?

Yep.
Yes, it is.

Fucking starving!

Oh, look, baby monster
lurking in the shadows.

I--I was just
with some friends nearby.

Liar.

You guys going to Home Bar?

We're gonna eat.

My choice, my place.
Sichuan.

- Wanna come?
- What?

Best fucking food
in New York.
Yeah, come.

Good night, guys.

- You're not coming?
- Nah, bushed.

- Oh, yeah, you are.
- Have fun.

Uh, later, I--I'll see you...

'Ey, hey, hey,
don't hit the trash can,

and don't be a pussy, okay?

You hungry?

Yeah, I am.
I'm starving, actually.

Good night, Howard.

'Night, Howard.

- How was work?
- Good night, Howard.

Good night.

How do you guys do this?
I cannot feel my face.

- That's so fucking hot.
- So hot, so spicy.

My face is gonna
fall the fuck off.

I don't know how to use these.

Someone teach her how
to use chopsticks please.

- Ugh.
- Oh, my God.

That is so dramatic.

- It's tripe, try it.
- Tripe?

Yeah, try it.
So damn good.

- I need more rice.
- Spicy food boosts metabolism.

- Ooh, 'scuse me.
- You're welcome.

Baby.

Chinese food, man--you
think I make this shit at home?

Just because I'm Asian?
Fuck that.

- Look who showed up.
- Oh, no.

Didn't know
you were coming.
You're welcome.

So, what up?
Let's order more.

Fuck, what're we waiting for?

Comes in late,
eats all the food,

doesn't leave a fucking dime.

Fuck you,
pass the eggplant.

All right, so--
last meal.

What would it be?

Ooh, salmon pastrami
from Russ and Daughters,

and, like,
three bagels at least.

Shackburger and a fucking
milkshake, I don't know.

One thousand hot dogs.

My Nonna's bolognese.
It takes 8 hours to make.

Amazing.

Omakase. 34 courses.
Yesuda does it himself.

- Oysters.
- And?

Toast.

Toast is the fucking best.

Thank you.

- Good job, baby monster.
- That's my shit.

I can't eat any more.
This is kind of disgusting.

Why is there's all
these spoons here?

Can I bum one of those?

Good job,
baby monster.
That's it, girl.

Thank you.

Oh, no, we've never seen
him this animated.

It's horrifying.

Is this what happens
when we feed you, like...

- Eggplant.
- Tripe! Tripe.

Eat your fucking tripe.

I had another sex dream
about Howard last night.

Dreams are boring.

You know you'll never
fuck Howard, yes?

Oh, why not? His wife
died like three years ago.

- It's time to move on.
- Jesus.

Oh, wait, wait, wait,
I got one of those too
right here.

Oh, my God, it's b--

Juicy, right?

They're fucking
like pepperonis.

This is so real.
This is not an
appropriate dinnertime topic.

Hey, let's--let's
order something good.

- What the fuck--
- Bok choy, bok choy.

Yeah.

Are you fucking kidding me?

No, no, baby.

Cheers.

- To Howard's dick.
- To Howard's dick.

To Howard's dick.

Take one.

So what did you do today
on your day off?

I, uh,

went for a walk.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I went to the Met.

Mm-hmm?

Jesus Christ, you guys
tell each other everything?

- Yes.
- Right.

So you two have a nice time?

Yeah, we did.

Saw what
a shitty plumber you are.

You going home tomorrow?

I don't know.

I don't fucking want to, but...

she doesn't give up.

Wanna know what I think?

Desperately.

I think that...

Home is the past.

Who wants to visit the past?

You're right.

I am?

Yeah.

Tomorrow night.

Yeah?

Ari has a show.

Let's blow it off.

Get some food.

Oh, my God.
So full.

- I'm gonna throw up.
- Hello.

- Hey.
- Where'd Jake go?

I don't know.

I'm never eating
another meal in my life.

Baby monster,
you owe me $15 for bill.

Thank you.

Of course, fucking Jake left
without leaving us any money.

Too late.

Buy me a hundred
drink instead.

- Guys, let's go.
- Fuck you, Baby Chef.

We're not
in the kitchen anymore.

Home Bar.

Are you gonna come?

Yeah.

Keep up.