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[theme music]

Okay, here's the Thanksgiving menu so far.

Apple pie, pumpkin pie, blueberry tart

and ice cream roll.

What am I missing?

Cake. We need cake.

Did you take a bong hit before you wrote that?

Hear ye, hear ye.

The holiday shopping season has just begun.

Here are your lists.

I suggest you surprise me with the things that are in bold.

Oh, you know, speaking of surprises,

we're gonna have a special guest for dinner tomorrow.

Is this where you guys try to be funny

and tell me that Cher is coming?

Yeah, well, it's not gonna work this time, okay?

But is she?

Come on, Jack. Cher hasn't eaten since the '70s.

Give you a little hint.

It's someone that you love,

but you don't get to see her very often.

Okay, I'm thinking Liza, but go on.

And she gave birth to you.

- Okay? - It's your mom, genius.

My mo... How could you?

You don't...

Rotten!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Hey, woman-on-the-verge, what's going on?

Will, I don't have the same relationship with my mother

as you do with yours.

You never picked out her brassieres?

We don't need that, thank you.

Jack, she called here looking for you and only mentioned

like 30 times that she had no plans.

I thought I was doing a good thing.

The woman is a monster, and you clearly did this to torture me.

I did not. That was just an-- an unexpected bonus, really.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go uninvite her.

Damn you, Otis! I'm taking the stairs.

Jack?

What was that?

I know. I-- I don't think I've seen him this upset

since they hired a female urologist at the free clinic.

Huh.

Yello, hot dish comin' through,

and she's carrying a casserole.

- Who's that? - Jack's mom.

Wooh! 86 minutes. Not bad.

Yeah, Judith, you do realize

that Thanksgiving is tomorrow.

I'm doing a dry run, Will.

Wanted to see how long it would take me to get here

while carrying a casserole dish.

The other benefit of a dry run is that I power-walk

the whole time while clinching my buttocks.

Like so.

Judith: Now, you can't tell I'm doing anything,

but my ass sure can. Oh.

Like mother, like son.

[chuckles]

You must be Grace.

[laughs] Jack said you were sort of funny.

Oh! Yes. I-- I am Grace.

Jack said I was funny?

[chuckles]

No, he said you were sort of funny.

You're a cutie. I can see why Jack wooed you.

Bet you made an adorable couple.

Come on, come on, come on.

Uh, wh-- whoa.

Adorable couple? I...

Yeah, I, uh, and I think it's terrific

that you and Jack have stayed friends,

even after he dumped you.

Judith: Bye-bye.

Dumped me? What are you talking about?

Jack's a... Oh, my God, she has no idea.

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

Okay, okay, cranberry sauce.

"Add four cups of cranberries, one cup sugar and orange zest"

"to a heavy stock pot, bring to a boil, then simmer"

"and reduce for 45 minutes."

Yeah, that'll happen.

Hi, Will, look, um, I never got hold of my mom.

So, when she gets here,

I'm just gonna take her to the Russian Tea Room.

Yeah, that way none of us have to deal with the monster.

So, um, I'm gonna need your AmEx and FYI,

how about my own card?

This is getting a little annoying.

Russian Tea Room. Wow!

You'd do that just to-- to save us from the monster?

That's the kind of friend I am.

Yeah, I thought it might be because

you haven't told you're mother you're gay!

[gasps]

I don't know what you're talking about.

She came here yesterday, Jack.

Damn her and her dry runs.

You told me, you took an oath

before God and your mother

that you would never deny who you are.

I lied.

You told me some elaborate story

about how you came out to her as a way

of avoiding Pee Wee Football.

I lied.

You forced me to come out to my own mother.

You-- you-- you-- you teased me and you pressured me

and you even left a copy of "The Sensuous Gay Man"

on her washing machine.

I lied! I'm a bad man!

Now, leave me alone with my shame!

How could you not tell her?

Will, I tried to. I had so many chances, you know.

When she caught GI Joe and Big Jim shackin' up

in the Big Jim Sports Camper.

She caught me in bed with Stephen and a Dirt Devil.

But I don't know, she's not the easiest woman to talk to,

you know, she's the most self-involved person I know.

Well, the fruit didn't fall far from that tree.

Uh.

Here's a thought, why don't you try telling her

directly, you hypocrite!

Stop badgering me with your ten dollar words.

I'm leaving. I can't take any more of this.

Hello, lover.

Wrong way, closet's in there.

Once you go Jack, you never go back.

Alright, fine! I'll do it, okay?

[sighs]

Tonight at dinner, I'll tell my mother I'm gay.

God, I would think after 30 years,

it would be kind of liberating.

Oh, no! We're not tellin' her I'm 30.

[instrumental music]

[slurping]

Hi, honey.

What are you doing here?

You invited me.

Yeah, but I never thought you'd come.

I figured you'd be spending the holiday

with Stan and the kids.

What? No.

Hey, your apartment looks good.

I like what you've done with the place.

Karen, I don't live here anymore,

and you've been to my new place.

Boy...

you try to be nice.

Karen: Mm.

Well, you've come on a good night.

Jack's mother is going to be joining us

and she doesn't know Jack's gay.

How could she not know?

What is she, headless?

I guess you believe what you choose to believe.

One time, Judith caught him in bed with a guy,

and Jack convinced her that they were doing

a school check for lice.

[groans]

And when she caught him wearing her high heels,

he said it was because they helped him

with an inner ear problem.

Ah.

And he also told her that I am his ex-girlfriend.

And she bought that? Wha...

Oh!

- Wilma. - Cruella.

Jack's just in my wardrobe,

trying to find the perfect "Coming outfit."

Heard that, I am metaphorically curled up

in the fetal position and you continue to kick me

about the ear, nose and throat?

- How about a little support? - Okay, alright, fine.

Jack, this isn't gonna be as hard as you think.

On some level, your mother has to know you're gay.

I mean, she has met you, right?

[laughs]

We are all here for you, okay?

Right, Karen?

Why wasn't I your girlfriend, queer bait!

What?

You told your mother that Grace was your girlfriend.

How could you?

Karen, I didn't even know you when I made up that lie.

Oh, yeah, well, when you met me,

then you should have broken up with her

and hooked up with me!

You're married. I'm gay.

Not in the lie!

Excuse me, eyes on the crisis, okay?

If I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna need calm in the room.

Okay, calm.

Zum-fun-yung-gai-hung-so-lo.

Zum-fun-yung-gai-hung-so-lo.

What is that?

I think it's his Fire Island mating call.

There, I am now calm.

[knock on door] Judith: Hello!

Sarah Jessica Parker! Hide me!

It is time for you to grow up.

You're gonna open that door, be a man...

And tell your mom you sleep with guys!

- Hi, mom. - Hi, honey.

- Ah, look at you. - I know. Well, look at you.

- Okay, look at me. - No, look at me.

Oh, God, that table setting's exquisite,

like it's fit for a queen.

Uh, you gonna take this one or should I?

[instrumental music]

Will: Before we eat...

my family has this tradition where we go around the table

and we each say the thing we're most thankful for.

But this year, I thought we'd add a tradition.

Everybody has to tell a secret about themselves

that they've been too cowardly to reveal.

- Jack, why don't you start? - Mm.

[mumbling]

Grace, what are you most thankful for?

What? Wait, I'm... Will, I'm not ready.

Wait, uh, give me a second. I want mine to rhyme.

Karen?

Okay.

I'm thankful that I found a pharmacologist

who's as dumb as a box of hair.

And my secret is...

Jack and I were doin' the dirty-dirty

while you two were still together.

- What? - Yeah, sorry, honey.

I guess you just weren't woman enough for him. Oh-ho, yeah!

Jack, back to you.

[mumbles] Not me.

Alright.

What am I thankful for?

[chuckles]

So many things, really.

The smell of jasmine...

[sniffs]

- A kitten's purr. - Oh.

InStyle magazine.

- Telemundo. - Jack!

I know, I know.

My secret is...

there are things you, you wanna say sometimes,

but you just... never do.

You-- you want to say them, but, um...

Damn it, you just can't.

Well, I'm pretty sure I know what this is all about.

- You do? - Judith: Mm-hm.

He just can't stand you two fighting over him.

You are one sharp tack, Judith.

Remember that time at Matt Stokes' party

where we met for the first time?

And I was in such deep denial about being gay,

I think I was 20 pounds overweight.

- Thirty. - Maybe twenty-five.

Maybe thirty-five.

Anyway.

You came up to me,

we didn't know each other that well.

You pulled me aside and you said,

"Aren't you tired yet?"

And I was tired.

Tired of actually reading Playboy for the articles.

Tired of keeping my Bette Midler albums

in Led Zeppelin sleeves.

You took me to clubs and introduced me to people,

made me realize what I'd been missing

by not being myself.

And I'm thankful for that.

I also taught you how to dance without pointing all the time.

And I'm thankful for that.

And here's my secret...

I admire you, Jack,

because you are more yourself

than anyone else I have ever known.

Will, look, I appreciate what you're trying to do but...

this is different, my, my mother will fall apart.

- She's just-- - Jack, Jack, Jack. Jack, Jack.

[sighs]

"Aren't you tired yet?"

It's gonna be fine.

Uh, somebody needs to get back to the gym.

Karen, how come you moved in on her man?

Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no. He came on to me, okay?

Yeah.

He was lookin' for a real woman,

not somebody who just lays there like Bibb lettuce.

[Karen laughs]

Bibb lettuce.

Judith, that is a lie.

This, this whole thing is a lie.

The truth is, is that...

The truth is...

after two weeks with her, he came runnin' back to me.

Karen: He did not!

Oh, but he did.

What were his exact words again?

Oh, yes, ""My Harold and Maude" phase is over".

[gasps]

Oh, I have half a mind

to throw this martini right in your face!

Mom?

Jack.

Honey, I'm worried.

You haven't said a thing about my bangs.

They're a little short, but they'll grow in.

Mom, uh, I have something I wanna say to you.

Um...

I've kept this from you for a long time

and-- and that's wrong.

Because it makes it seem like

I'm ashamed of something I'm not ashamed of.

I want, I want you to know who I am,

because I'm proud of who I am.

Mom.

- Are you wearing Chloe? - Jack!

Mom, I'm gay.

Oh.

Judith.

It's okay.

So he's gay.

He's still the same little boy who gave you highlights

for the first time.

Honey, I, I think you're missing the silver lining here.

When you're old and in diapers, a gay son will know

how to keep you away from chiffon and backlighting.

Mom, I'm, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but... this is who I am.

You could never disappoint me.

I just want you to be happy.

Looking back on it,

there have been clues.

When you were a child,

you were overly fond of the nursery rhyme,

"Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub".

And you do have a lot of flamboyantly gay friends.

I mean, look at Will.

No matter what, Jack...

you're what I'm most thankful for in the whole world.

Then why are you crying?

Because I have a secret too!

The man you think is your father...

is not your father.

What?

My God, this is like watching "Gays Of Our Lives".

Who's my father?

Well, it's not exactly clear.

Mother, if your explanation doesn't end with the phrase

born in a manger I'm gonna be violently ill.

It was the '60s. I went to this party...

Keys were thrown in a bowl, the bowl was thrown in the pool,

off came the ponchos and nine months later,

there you were.

Oh, okay. Uh, I can accept that.

So...

The guy I thought was my dad... wasn't.

So Jack's gay, huh?

Hm. No wonder he went back to you.

[instrumental music]

Will: So...

How you doin' there, little buddy?

Oh, alright for the most parts.

Little weirded out about who my real father is.

Just hope when I find him, he doesn't wear a black helmet

and speak with the voice of James Earl Jones.

Luke, you're a homo.

[blowing]

Thanks for everything, Grace.

Jack, you'll always treasure what we had together.

All I ask is that when you speak of me later,

and I know that you won't...

please be kind.

Get over it, Grace. You already have one gay husband.

Leave me be.