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Oh, what's all this?

Just a little home improvement

for our new tradition‐‐

Sunday champagne brunch.

I love it.

Just relaxing,

reading the Sunday Times,

doin' nothing until we're all sweaty

and need a shower.

I like that part, too.

You know, my ex‐husband never would have done

anything this romantic and fun.

I mean, his idea of romance

was rolling over, elbowing me in the ribs,

and saying, "It's my birthday."

Well, Frannie, I ain't him.

Yeah, and I ain't that woman that married him.

Thank God.

Check this out.

Oohhh.

Frannie like.

And that's not all.

(stereo playing music)

Wow, Riley, that is great.

And I put the sub‐woofer under the bed.

Feel that bass?

Oh!

Well, you better stop there.

Any more bass and we won't need each other.

♪ And I ♪

♪ Feel beautiful right now ♪

♪ For the first time in a long time ♪

♪ I'm letting my hair down ♪

♪ And life ♪

♪ Gets better every day ♪

♪ Though it seems so complicated ♪

♪ We're gonna work it out ♪

♪ Whatever comes our way ♪

Oh, is that another box for Goodwill?

Yes, it is, and I want you to go through it

and make sure that there isn't anything in here

that you want to keep.

I do not want a repeat

of that Captain America Underoo incident.

I never forgave you for that, did I?

No, you didn't.

And I never will.

Mom, look who I bumped into at the mall.

Laurie? Laurie Sinclair?

Ms. Reeves, you look great!

Thanks. You look great, too.

You used to be so, uh...

Fat? I wasn't gonna say that.

I was huge. You were enormous.

And you were so house‐wifey.

Yeah, well, I lost weight, too‐‐

185 pounds of cheatin' husband.

Mom, Laurie went to art school.

She's a sculptor now. Isn't that so cool?

Wow, that's really great!

Oh, yeah, I took art in high school.

You know, it really got me in touch

with my innermost feelings.

Plus, it was pass/fail.

Ohhh, you were gettin' rid of my glove!

Josh? Hi.

Laurie!

Yeah, Laurie.

The same Laurie that once broke our porch swing.

You've really changed.

Well, you haven't changed at all.

Oh, uh...

This is for Goodwill.

I'm not living in the past.

That is so not who I am.

Allison says you're back at home?

Yeah, but my room's all different now.

Has anyone seen my socket set?

Hey, babe. Mwah!

My room's all different now, too.

Josh, I'm taking the glove.

You know, back in school,

your brother was the only guy

who was nice to me.

Is he still that sweet?

Well, I don't want to brag,

but I'm pretty sure I am, right, Ally?

Of course he is.

Josh is the best brother in the world.

In fact, just this morning

he said he'd lend me his MP3 player.

I did?

Yeah. And you said, "Give it back whenever."

Ohh!

He is a brother and a friend.

Aww.

Well, I should probably get going.

Um, maybe I'll see you around, Josh.

Why leave it to chance?

Why don't you two go out for lunch?

Mom... Gino's has delicious calamari.

Excuse us one second.

We've had this discussion before.

Shhhh!

I don't need your help with girls.

Fine!

So, uh, you want to go to Gino's for calamari?

I can't. I‐‐ I'm getting ready for a show.

I have to get back to my studio.

Oh, we'd love to go to your studio.

Mom!

That's a great idea.

That's a great idea.

Yeah, we'll go, we'll see your work,

and then you two can go off

and do something fun. Mom!

Sounds good.

That sounds good.

You can thank me at the wedding.

Oh, well, here. I, um‐‐

I'm in Soho, so...

That is Soho funny

because Josh just offered

to take me shopping there.

Can he get any sweeter?

I can almost promise you he will.

So, uh...(chuckles) we'll see you later.

Excellent!

I'll see you guys.

Bye. Bye.

(door opens, closes)

There's a lesson here.

Be nice to everyone you meet.

The chunky girl from biology class

just might turn out to be the honey

that rocks your world.

Hey, I'm so glad you came.

Where's your family?

Oh, uh, well, my sister's next door

at Bleeker Street Jeans with my credit card,

and my mom's on her way up.

You know the elevator's out

and we're 5 flights up...

She waved me ahead.

So, what do you think?

I think... it's so cool!

So downtown.

I'm into body casting.

I make a mold of the body,

and then I cast it into plaster.

The whole body. Yeah.

The whole... Naked body.

Yeah. You know, the smell of the plaster

mixing with the smell of the person,

it's really almost a sensual thing.

It's definitely a sexual thing.

I said sensual.

Uh‐‐uh‐‐ close enough for me.

(panting)

I gotta get to the gym.

Ms. Reeves, are you ok?

Yeah, yeah.

The wino on the third floor offered me a swig.

It kept me going.

Wow, so this is where art happens!

Ooh, boy, you got a beautiful view!

Hey, look at this.

Some schmuck in a gray car

parked right next to a hydrant.

They're giving him a ticket.

Mom, we have a gray car.

Damn!

I didn't even see that hydrant!

Why did I wear these heels?!

So, where were we?

Was it sexual or sensual?

I can't remember.

You know, I am doing my last casting tomorrow,

and I just had a really great idea.

I want to add someone to my exhibition

who's beautiful inside and out.

I get where you're going with this.

Yeah? Plaster away.

I'm not normally this clean‐shaven.

I was in a swim meet.

Josh!

I didn't mean you. I meant...

I want to do a cast of your mother.

My mom?! Yes.

She went through a real metamorphosis,

and I want to capture her beautiful spirit.

(door opens)

126 bucks, my ass!

I am going to fight this ticket.

You know, somebody threw a coat over the hydrant.

It looked like a freakin' midget!

Mom...

You're right. I'm sorry.

"Little person."

The point is, I'm not paying for this.

Mom, Laurie here wants to do a cast of your body

for her show.

Isn't that great?

Mm...I don't think so.

I don't really like that idea

of having all that plaster

slathered over my every nook and Frannie cranny.

Look, I know it is a little messy,

but it doesn't take long,

and it would really complete my show.

It's very flattering,

but it's really not for me. Wow!

They don't give up here.

Look at this. Some schmuck is now gettin' towed!

Son of a‐‐oh!

That's too bad.

You know, I could talk to her,

maybe convince her.

Really?

Oh, my God, I would be so grateful.

Consider it done.

Oh!

FRAN: That's my Lexus you lug!

(horn honking) Looks like I gotta go.

Apparently the woman whose beautiful spirit you want to capture

has just kneed a tow‐truck driver in the groin.

Chocolate, strawberries,

whipped cream.

Everything I look good in.

Oh, Riley, you are just about the most considerate man

I've ever eaten brunch off of.

Ooh, gotta run out again.

I forgot the WD‐40.

Oohhhh.

For the garage door, babe.

Oh.

Hey, Mom, you know how you always say

when I'm happy, you're happy?

You know, I just love this wind‐up,

but I'm still not getting plastered.

I told you in the car,

I find it much too icky.

You'll let Riley eat scrambled eggs off your backside,

but you won't do this.

How do you know we do that?

Oh, my God.

I was exaggerating to make a point.

Come on, Mom, you've gotta do this for me.

What else are you gonna do on a Sunday?

Well, as a matter of fact,

Riley and I are starting a new tradition.

We're going to have Sunday brunch together.

Well, thanks a lot.

Someday when my kid asks me to pose naked

so he can hook up with a funky artist,

I hope I'm a much better parent than you are.

Morning, Ally. What's going on?

Mom and Riley are enjoying belgian waffles and champagne.

I'm eating stale fortune cookies with milk.

Who cares?

I had a shot with a sexy artist,

and I completely let her down.

And it's all mom's fault.

What?! It's all your fault.

You should have told her not to do it.

Why would I tell her that?

Because whatever you tell Mom,

she does the exact opposite.

That's where I get my rebel attitude.

At least that's what I tell my guidance counselor.

You're right.

Mom hates to be told what to do.

Aw, damn, I totally misplayed this.

(Riley hums)

Oh, Riley. Yeah?

Did you know that mom was asked to pose completely naked

for a sculpture?

Get out of here. No, no, really.

She'll be on display for all the world to see.

Serious? Is she gonna do this?

Well, she's kind of on the fence about it.

And, uh, knowing how you're a conservative guy

with pretty traditional values,

I figured you might want to weigh in.

I don't like the idea of people staring

at my naked girlfriend.

I don't blame you.

Thank god somebody here finally has some morals.

So what are you gonna do?

What do you mean what am I gonna do?

Well, I mean, are you gonna tell her how you feel?

I mean, in any good relationship,

communication is key.

It's good to be honest.

I'll think about it, Joshua.

Thanks, buddy. No, no, no.

Thank you.

So, do you feel good about yourself?

Zip it, little Miss Blackmail.

Oh, and incidentally,

the B of J‐‐ that's Bank of Josh‐‐

has closed your account.

Hmm, I wonder what mom and Riley would say

if they just found out what you did.

Can you break a 20?

No.

(stereo playing music)

So, should we start with brunch,

or do you want to work up an appetite?

I heard that you were asked to pose for some sculpture.

Mm. I know. Isn't that crazy?

They make you get all naked,

and then they take a cast of your body.

Yeah, well, I think I should weigh in here.

I don't think you should do it.

Well, it doesn't matter 'cause I'm not gonna.

Oh, good.

(chuckles) Champagne?

Yes, please.

(chuckles)

So tell me, what did you mean by, "Oh, good"?

I'd have to say having my girlfriend put on display

wouldn't be my first choice.

(clears throat)

Heh heh, but how, exactly,

is it your choice?

I mean, it's not your choice.

It's my choice.

I agree. Good.

I was just weighing in.

Yeah. Exactly.

By ordering me not to do it. (music stops)

I didn't order you not to do it.

You know, since when do I need

to get permission from you?

I mean, I don't recall you ever asking me

for permission for anything.

Well, I'm not the one going around posing naked

in front of other people.

So according to you, then,

that means that I can't, either?

What do you want me to say, Fran?

You want me to tell you not to do it?

Go ahead.

Fine. Don't do it.

Oh, so now you're telling me

what I can and can't do?!

You know, you're beginning to sound more and more

like my ex‐husband.

Well, maybe he and I would agree on this point!

(disco music on stereo playing)

The music's off. Now it's on again.

No, no. Now it's off.

She's crossing the room.

Final parting words or just a glare?

Just the glare!

And now the stairs!

Good morning.

Call your friend Laurie.

Tell her I'm going to get plastered!

The student becomes the master.

Wow, I use you to get what I want,

you use Riley to make mom do what you want.

Yeah, we're finally coming together as a family.

So she went and did it.

She wanted to pose naked. I can't believe it.

You told her she shouldn't do it, right?

Yeah, and she did it anyway.

Yeah, well, you made a rookie mistake.

You'll learn.

But I'm not gonna let myself

get all worked up about this.

Keep drinking.

I hear there's a prize

at the bottom of the bottle.

Ah. Who cares that her naked body will be put on display

in public places?

I don't care.

I don't care one bit.

And this is you not caring.

Yes, it is.

Now excuse me, I have to go build something.

(panting)

Ok, I'm here, I'm ready.

Now do me!

Fran, thank you so much for doing this.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You can disrobe back there,

or you can disrobe right here if you're comfortable.

We're not.

Josh, thank you for convincing your mom to do this.

Don't worry about it.

I have a pretty good rapport

with all the women in my life.

You want to help me mix the plaster?

Oh, sure.

Anything for the arts.

Ok, so basically,

you stick your hands in and you squish the clumps.

Well, I can do that.

Ah, Josh, that's not a clump.

That's my hand. Oh!

I'm sorry, I‐‐

I just grabbed and squeezed.

It's not like you're clumpy or anything.

You have a little bit of plaster on your face right there.

There.

You know, this is turning out to be a great Sunday.

Yeah.

FRAN: Ok, I'm naked!

Still a pretty good Sunday.

Riley...

What exactly are you making?

Not sure.

Could be a magazine rack.

Could be a birdhouse.

Could be that you care more about mom doing this

than you're letting on?

You couldn't be more off‐base.

You sure?

Ok. I admit it.

This isn't a problem I can just saw away.

I don't want people looking at my naked girlfriend.

Well, for $20, I can tell you

where Laurie's studio is. What?!

Sorry. I got into a really nasty habit.

Just, uh...

Thanks for helping me plaster your mother.

Well, you did all the parts that would scar me for life.

Where's Fran?

I'm becoming art.

And you're too late to stop me.

So I noticed.

And it's also too late to go to the bathroom

as I sadly learned!

Guys, we need a little privacy.

Ok.

I will not be wheeled against my will!

Why are you so determined to do this?

Why are you so determined to stop me?

Fran, I'm not wrong here.

Look I don't have to stand here and listen to this.

I guess I do.

Look, I guess I'm kind of old‐fashioned.

Do I think you're beautiful when you're naked?

Yes!

Do I want the whole world to see you naked?

Not so much.

I'm not proud of these feelings, but I have them.

And I'm not wrong to tell you.

Oh, Riley, you gotta understand,

I was married to a man that called all the shots.

Even at our wedding, before I could say "I do,"

he said, "she does."

I don't want to be anything like your ex‐husband.

Oh, Riley, you're not.

And I don't want to stop you

from doing what you want.

And I don't want to stop you

from expressing your feelings

even when you're wrong.

(smacking lips)

Wh‐‐what are you doing?

I'm trying to kiss you.

Oh. (chuckles)

Ah, wow, you guys have

such a great energy together.

Riley, could I cast you, too?

Sure. Why not?

If Frannie can do it, so can I.

Great!

Uh‐uh. Give Josh the bucket.

I'm not letting some pretty 25‐year‐old

smearing plaster all over your naked body.

I'm not proud of these feelings,

but I have them.

Well, aside from some mental images

I'll be having a hypnotist remove

from my conscious memory,

I'd have to say today was a great Sunday.

I agree.

We definitely have to get together

when I get back.

Back from where?

Well, after the show, I'm gonna go study pottery

in New Mexico.

Why? We have pottery here!

Haven't you ever been to Pottery Barn?

Some of 'em have, like, 3 floors.

Josh... When I get back,

I hope we can pick up right where we left off.

Me, too.

FRAN: Why is it so quiet?

Did they leave us here?

RILEY: This feels disgusting!

Don't blame me.

I was against it from the start.

Really?

Then why did Josh tell me to tell you

not to do it?

The only reason why I said yes

was because you told me not to do it.

BOTH: Josh!

Take me with you.

I love our family dinners together.

Yeah, but I wish they didn't have to be here.

They really do give me the willies.

You know, it's true what they say‐‐

plaster really does put on 10 pounds.

♪♪♪

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