All language subtitles for Will & Grace (1998) - S08E19 - Blanket Apology 1080p WEBDL h264 AAC 2.0

- Hi.
- Hey.

So. If I hold this bag of groceries
like this, can you tell I'm pregnant?

I can tell, but then, I'm
not part of the rhythm nation.

We're having dinner with your parents,

and if your mother finds
out that I'm pregnant

because I had unsafe sex on an airplane

and haven't told the father yet
because he's engaged to another woman,

she is going to find some
way of making it sound sordid.

Fine. I'll wear a baggy
coat, but with pockets.

I'm keeping this fudge close.

Still, I do not want
them to find out yet.

God only knows what
your mother is gonna say.

Oh, I'm guessing it's
something in the ballpark of,

"Don't worry, dear. Hardly anyone
uses the term 'bastard' anymore."

Or, "I would have thought a girl like you
would have had a purse full of condoms."

Those come way too easy for you.

You know what? I'm not going.

We have to go. My parents
are officially back together.

Since my father broke off his affair
with Tina, they want to celebrate it.

Fine. Then we'll just talk about that.

I said celebrate it, not acknowledge it.

As far as they're
concerned, it never happened.

- That's crazy.
- That's Connecticut.

I'm serious. That's what it
says on the license plate.

"Nothing potentially awkward".

With a picture of a beaver
looking the other way.

Really? Are you sure you have
all the astronauts you need?

All right. Well, thanks for
checking, Stephanie, is it?

I'm sorry. Well, thank you Warren. Okay.

Hey, honey. How you holding up
since you got fired from "JackTalk"?

[SIGHS] Honestly,
Kare... I'm a Chad Lowe.

There are no jobs out there. And
I've even checked outer space.

Trust me, honey.

You do not want to work in outer space.

Nope. You just spend your
whole day chasing floating poop.

Now, Jackie, come on. I mean, I
don't know who you're trying to kid.

We both know there's only one
thing that you ever wanted to be.

A strategically placed staple in an
Abercrombie and Fitch catalog? Heh...

No, honey. An actor.

That's the only thing that you've ever
been passionate about in your entire life.

And look at you. You're built for it.

You've got little short
legs, and a big torso,

and a wobbly head like Al Pacino.

Ah, never mind. I can't go back.

I said farewell to acting not
once, not twice, but thrice times.

That's my Shakespearean training.

You never lose it. I do miss it.

Well, of course you do, honey.

And you've clearly been
looking for auditions.

I mean, come on, there's a copy
of Backstage magazine right here!

Or, as I like to call it, Waiter Weekly.

Well, I'd be lying if
I said I only bought it

to hide the copy of Latino Inches
I was reading on the subway.

I do want to get back in, Karen!
Both to acting and Latino men.

Hey. Look at this right here.
Here's something you'd be good for.

It's for a new TV cop show, the
role of "Squealing Queen #3".

Squealing Queen? How would
I even begin to play that?

Karen! You're bending my ethnic porn!

God. I wish I still had
my acting teacher, Zandra.

She was an incredible coach.

The second your acting was fake,
she put a cigarette out in your ear.

- Hi, hi.
- Hey.

There's my son.

Look at him. So good with clothes.

Is there anything you can't wear?

Well... mom's clothes. Remember,
we talked about that when I was ten?

I was never angry you were wearing them.

I was angry you had
them tailored. Grace--

I can't wait to get you
kids down in the basement.

Or as I refer to it
now, the micro-brewery.

Oh, you know, George has taken
up the most magnificent hobby.

He's fermenting hops.

Wow. I haven't been down to
the basement in years. Yeah.

Not since I turned into a roller
disco for my sweet sixteen party.

Mom and I had such a good
time. So, you're making beer?

Oh, no, no, no. It's not beer.

It's small batches of boutique ale.

And by the way, I called the
first one "Georgie's Girl".

Because it's bubbly, full-bodied,
and six-percent alcohol.

Oh, you guys look so cute,
ever since you got back to the--

-
-future. The DVD. Great movie.

Really brings people together.
Not that you had an affair. I--

I brought fudge.

Come on. Come on, kids. Have a
Georgie Girl. You gotta try it.

Oh, be careful when
you drink it, will you,

because I lost a cigar
during the process.

None for me, thanks.

Why? You pregnant?

No! No, I'm not
pregnant. I'm--

An alcoholic. Yes. It's a shock, I know.

And beer is her real problem.

Th-th-that's how she
got that big gut. Heh.

Thanks for that. I... I am pregnant.

Oh, thank God.

I would hate to think that you stopped
drinking for some emotional problem.

Grace, that is fantastic news.

Our little girl... Hey,
who, um... I mean...?

Hey, don't look at me. I haven't
been near that thing since college.

Well, whether you like it or not,

I'm going to tell you what I
think about you being pregnant.

Oh, uh, dad, why don't
you take us downstairs

and show us how beer is made.

It's okay.

Marilyn, I got pregnant with my
ex-husband's baby, by accident.

Well, darling, I was about to say that

I think you are going to
make a wonderful mother.

And whatever I can do to help, I'm here.

Thank you.

Oh, look who I brought!

It's Zandra, your old acting teacher!

Oh, my God. Zandra, how are you?

Where's that ham sandwich
I ordered, you walking fart.

So, Z. Thanks for helping
me with this audition.

I couldn't do it without you.
Here's the scene I'm working on.

Now, you read the part of
hard-boiled Detective Chuck Rafferty.

He's one of the leads.

And I'll be reading Squealing Queen #3,
who says "Eek. You dropped your gun."

I don't want your magazine.

I just wanna know when we're gonna land.

You see that, Karen?

She's trying to get me to understand
that I'm the pilot of my own career.

Really? Because it seems
like she's just trying

to suck ketchup out of her hair.

These fries are too thin.

Too thin. Good point.
There's not a lot on the page.

Yeah. I don't know, honey.

I took a dropper full of cat
tranquilizers this morning,

and even I think she's
a little off. [SIGHS]

Karen. This woman is a
genious, and clear as a bell.

I know you. You're Jack McFarland.

The worse actor I ever saw!

Oh, my God, Karen,
you're right! She's crazy!

She's talking absolute
nonsense. What am I gonna do now?

I can't go on that
audition. Not without Zandra.

Honey, come on. You don't need her.

Hell, I can put a
cigarette out in your eye.

In my ear, Karen, not my eye!

You obviously have no
understanding of the craft.

Hey, Grace. Look what
I found in the attic.

I almost broke my neck tripping
over Will's old Easy Bake Oven.

It's a gift for me?

For the baby.

Oh, that's nice too.

Hey, What's that?

Oh, your dad just gave it to me.

It's a baby blanket. And,
oh, and it's beautiful.

And it's mine.

Oh, George, that was
so thoughtful of you.

My mother made it when Will was born.

Don't let the Pierre
Cardin label fool you.

He sewed it in when he was eight.

I'm so touched. It's
been dry cleaned, right?

Oh, are you kidding?

If this one didn't see it come back
once a week folded over a hanger,

he cried and cried.

So, wait a minute.

You gave Sam his baby
blanket, and you gave Paul his,

but you're giving mine to Grace?

What do you want to do with it?

Let it sit in the attic for
another 40 years? Come on.

Whenever Will was upset, he would
clutch that blanket up to his chest.

Oh, it's sweet. Thank you, George.

This way it stays in the family.

Yeah. Sort of.

Let's eat, huh?

It kind of smells like Drakkar Noir.

Oh, he slept on it
well into junior high.

Thanks for taking me to
this dance club, Karen.

You know, to get my
mind off not auditioning.

I don't know about this
place. It's kind of lame.

There's no music, there's
no lights, there's no bar...

These losers look like they'd go
home with any buck-toothed fool.

Hey, Adam. Hey, Ken.

Jack McFarland?
Is Jack McFarland here?

I'm Jack McFarland.

Oh. Your audition's next.

What?!

They think I'm going to
audition to be at this club?

Jackie, how stupid are you?!

This is your audition! I
tricked you. Look around!

I can't believe you, Karen.
I said I wouldn't do this.

- Jack.
- I'm scared.

Of what? It's only
acting, for God's sake.

I mean, how hard can it be?
Kate Beckinsale can do it.

You know what you're scared of?

You're scared of doing something
on your own for once in your life.

I mean it, Jackie. Whether it's me paying
your rent, or Will paying your bills...

or Zandra helping you
out with your auditions...

It's always something.
And you know what, honey?

It was cute when you were
younger. It's not cute anymore.

- Karen.
- Don't "Karen" me.

For years now, I've watched
you flit from career to career,

and you always come back
to this. And you know why?

Because this is the only thing that
you have ever really cared about.

And now-- It's the only
thing you've got, Jackie. So.

When they call your
name, you go in there

and squeal like your life depends on it.

Because, honey... it
does. This is it, Jackie.

You've run out of options.

Jack McFarland--
We're waiting.

Break a leg, Jack.

Why are you washing dishes?

We haven't even had desert.
There is desert, right?

We had desert.

That cheese and fig thing? Wasps...

What's wrong with you? You
pouted all through dinner.

Is this about the blanket?

Yes, of course it's about the blanket.

I don't want to discuss it.

I certainly don't want
to discuss it with them.

I am stuffed.

Uh, boy me too. Uh, I'm just
going to go gas up the car.

I'll be back in about five minutes.

You and your rituals.

You always have to fill
the tank right after dinner.

- Where you going?
- Burrito place.

- Get me two.
- You got it.

Will, you wanna go for
a ride with the old man?

No thanks.

- You okay?
- I'm good.

Really? You barely said
two words at dinner.

You want two words? Fine.

I'll give you two words. My. Blanket.

Will, what does that mean?

Are you upset I gave
the blanket to Grace?

I'm upset that you
didn't save it for me.

What do you want to do?

You still want to sleep with that thing?

You know, he slept with it for so long,

I finally had to tell him a
black man robbed us and took it.

Oh. Only now I realize
how awful that sounds.

I mean, today I would just
say "a man." An Arab man.

I want my blanket so that
I can give it to my baby.

Since when are you going to have a baby?

I'm not, but I might. One day.

Didn't occur to me.

There's a shocker.

It didn't occur to you that
your gay son might have kids.

Now, what does that mean? You
want to have kids, have kids.

You know, I've got a bunch
of blankets in the attic.

You know what? I can
take any one of those.

And then Will, you
can have this one back.

That's not what this is about, Grace.

It's about my father,
after all these years,

just assuming that I'm not
gonna have kids because I'm gay.

Will, aren't you being
a little dramatic?

Well, that's what we gays do,
isn't it? Get overly dramatic.

Here we are, back in the gay minefield.

The flowers are prettier,
but the bombs are still there.

You think this is funny?

No, I think this is frustrating that
every time you have a problem with me,

it's because you're gay.

That's because me being
gay is the problem.

It's always been the problem!

You keep saying you've accepted it,

but every thing you do
makes it obvious you haven't.

- How dare you--
- Who wants desert?

... talk to me like that. After all
I've done to accept who you are.

All you've done? Wow.
Is it that much work?

He was just trying to do
something nice for me--

Grace. Please stay out of this.

You know what?

I don't need to stay here
and have this conversation.

No, no, dad. We are finishing this!

Please, Will. Just stop this.

No, he doesn't want to stop.

I think he's enjoying this.

You think I enjoy having a
father who's ashamed of me?

Don't you put words in my mouth.

- I never said I was ashamed
of you! - Then answer me this--

Would you, or would you not
prefer that I was straight.

- Will, enough.
- No. I want to hear him say it.

What? Do I think your life would be
easier? Do I think you'd be happier?

- So that's a yes!
- I didn't say prefer!

No, but that's what you mean!
You're just not saying the words.

Fine! You want the words? Yes.

I'd prefer you weren't gay.

Thanks. Come on, Grace, we're leaving.

Oh please, don't go,
Will. Not like this.

Well, um... Thanks for the blanket...

Say there. You look like
a cute out of work gay boy.

I don't supposed you'd be interested
in hopping around for pocket change

and answering to the name "Poodle"?

Do I get to play with those?

Of course.

And thank you for noticing.
Do you have a card?

I already have one of you, but
I think I may have destroyed him.

Honey, how'd it go?

How'd it go? Thanks to you, I blew it!

Well, whatever it takes to get the part.

No! I was so overwhelmed
by what you said,

I almost couldn't get the words out.

I didn't do any of my
trademark moves. Like sad puppy.

Or dream state.

I didn't even indicate distance.

I just said the line like a nothing.

You couldn't even tell I was acting.

It was just natural and unforced.
Like I wasn't even me. Like--

I became this whole other
person. Who cares, it was awful!

I've absolutely no
flair for the dramatic!

Dear God, whatever will become of me...

Well, don't worry, honey.

You'll be fine, because you
tried. So you didn't get this part.

You'll get the next one.
I'm really proud of you.

Jack McFarland?

I know, I know. I didn't get
the part of the squealing queen.

No, you didn't. You got the
part of Detective Chuck Rafferty.

Chuck Rafferty?

The straight, angry cop with a
drinking problem who beats on his wife?

Oh. And they say the sitcom
is dead. I can't believe it.

But, that's one of the
leads. How is this possible?

They said you just were Chuck Rafferty.

A devastated narcissist
careening toward a dismal future.

Okay. Now I know I'm good, because
I don't even know half those words.

You know it's been two days. When
are you gonna talk to your dad?

And talk about what? I'm still gay.

I have no good news for him.

He obviously has something
he wants to say to you.

He's left you, like, six messages.

I'll call him later. I'm
not ready now. Not now.

Can we just sit here a while?

Sure.

Oh, my God. Look at that.

The baby kicked. It's
happened a couple of times now.

- That's amazing.
- I know.

She's gonna be a soccer player.

Or he's gonna be a Rockette.

It's your dad. Come on. You have to
talk to him. Please. Just come on.

Hey, dad. Hi, Mom.
What are-- Oh, my God.

Where are you? I-I'll be
right there. I love you, too.

Will?

My dad had a heart attack.

Oh, my God. Are they at the hospital?

Yeah. But he didn't make it.