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All right, bad news. Hostess says it'll
be at least 45 minutes for a table.

Did you tell 'em you were with the
star of Jack 2000, soon to be Jack 2001?

Yes, I did.

And she gave me a similar hand
gesture, but with a different finger.

- Maybe we should do this another night.
- Nooooo.

Sweetie, we talked
about that sound.

I knoooowww.

But we're all leaving tomorrow. I want us
to have dinner together before Thanksgiving.

You mean tonight
isn't thanksgiving?

Oh, crap.

Now I have to spend all day tomorrow, watching
Stan gorge himself on thighs and breasts...

and turkey.

Well, if we have to wait, um, why
don't I get a bottle of champagne?

That's a nice idea.

What would you guys like?

Can I have another one
of those, only bigger?

Oh, tears, booze... I
love the holidays, too.

Do you think that
men can't be trusted?

Honey, I've always said, if your genitals are on
the outside, you're hiding something on the inside.

I should warn you.

Further conversation with her
will only lead to more tears.

- Are you ok?
- I'm fine.

Grace, leave her alone. She
obviously doesn't want to talk.

It's my boyfriend, Tom. I mean,
I don't know what happened.

You know, just when things started to
get kinda serious, he starts to pull away.

Which is so weird because we
have so much in common, like,

we're both dance majors...

We both know all the
songs from "The Wiz"-

And we both collect
Victorian dolls.

What's your name, dear?

- Pam.
- Pam. Hi, I'm Jack McFarland, of course.

Come, join our little circle
of love and dysfunction.

This is Karen Walker.

This is Will Truman right here.

And this is your sorry ass future, if
you don't dump that boyfriend of yours.

Jack! I-
Will, defend me.

Come on, man.

Yeah, guys, our little
Pammy's in pickle.

And, uh, shouldn't we help her find
her way back to a place called hope?

Honey, she's wearing synthetic plaid. It's a
4- day drive and a boat trip to a place called hope.

What are you talking about?

Well, I think you need to hear a little
story about when these two were dating.

Or as I like to call it,
"When Mary Met Sally. "

- Jack...
- No. No. You are not telling that story.

It was an incredibly difficult time in my
life, and this is not the time or the place.

The year was 1985. My
freshman year in college...

So, uh, this is the
big weekend, huh?

- You going to her house for Thanksgiving?
- Oh, yeah.

It is a scientific fact that college girls
love getting it on in their folks' house.

You have nailed her, haven't you?

Oh, please! Huh.

I've not only nailed her, I-I've
sanded, buffed, stained and spackled her.

Ok, what do you mean you
and Will have never done it?

Well, he wants to take it
slow, and I see his point.

I mean, we're soul
mates, so there's no rush.

Yeah, I taught her a few things.
Let me tell you my friend,

she's an excellent student.

Like he taught me how to
scrunch my hair to keep the curl.

You know me, nothing I love more
than sex. Wi-wi-with a woman.

And he's so handsome.

He reminds me of those old Hollywood movie
stars, like Rock Hudson or Montgomery Clift.

Ok, fine.

Do what you want.

Just afraid you're
gonna miss your window.

Oh, please. Don't be insane.

What window?

Ok, you know my psych
professor, Dr. Bonami,

he says if you don't do it with a guy
right away, you just end up as friends.

- Did he really say that?
- Yeah.

Do you- Do you really
think if you're- Friends...

I would die if that
happened. I mean,

- who wants a guy as a friend?
- Uh, thank you.

If I want to take this relationship to
the next level, we have to make love soon.

Like this weekend.

Don't say, "make love". It
sounds, like, totally gay.

Yo, beer's gone.

Bye, sweetie. I'm gonna pack.

Bye.

That's ok, I'll clean up.

Hi.

- What are you doing in the closet?
- I could ask the same of you.

What?! Who are you?

Oh, how quickly they forget.

We met at Matt
Stokes' party. My card.

"Jack McFarland. Since 1969."

What are you even doing here?
Aren't you in high school?

Well, I prefer the college parties 'cause the fellas
tend to be less uptight about their homosesuality.

Oh, yeah, now I remember you.

You were the one going around telling
everybody you were in Duran Duran.

Yeah, that's right.
That's right. Yeah.

Oh, a-and you think
everybody's gay.

No, not everybody, just me...

And you and a dog named Boo.

Hey, hey. Heh. I'm not gay.

Well, this well-worn copy of the
"Dreamgirls" soundtrack begs to differ.

Anyway, what does this
have to do with Tom and me?

Let me shorthand it for you, honey.

The Sultan of Boran?

- What does that have to do
w- - Your story was boring.

Anyway, after my
little talk with Ellen,

I decided that it had to be that weekend. So, we
took a train up to my parent's house in Schenectady,

where Will learned the answer to that age-old
question, "What ever did happen to Baby Jane?"

Gloria, Gloria.

I think they got
your number, Gloria.

I think I got your alias, Gloria

and you been living
under, ahaaaaa-

Mom!

- Hi, mom. Hi, Julius.
- Honey, you're home.

Grace, I always forget
how beautiful you are.

Mom giveth.

Why do you have to cock
it up with that hair?

And Mom taketh away.

You must be Will.
Lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Adler.
You have a beautiful home.

- Your interior decorator did a great job.
- Oh, no no no no. I did it myself.

No!

It looks so professional.

Oh, aren't you a darling?

Your mom's good.

No, you're good.

Say hello to Julius, my arranger.

- Hi. -
Hell-ooh.

So, Julius, what do
we think about Will?

I think where there's
a Will, there's a way.

Isn't he clever?

Why some woman has never
snatched him up is beyond me.

- Where's daddy?
- Uh, he's in Connecticut.

Grandma Rose threatened to die.

Joyce, your sister's here!

Big whup!

You get down here or I'll
knock you till Tuesday!

- Would you like a little juice?
- I'm fine, thanks.

Hi, Joyce.

Don't you be all nice just
'cause your boyfriend's here.

I know that you stole
my poncho, you skank.

Uh, Joyce, hi. I-I'm Will. Grace showed me
that drawing of a unicorn you did at, uh,

Camp Yes-I-Can. Yeah, it was beautiful.
I wish I could draw like that.

It's no big deal.

- You've an older sister don't you? Janet?
- No.

Why don't you two go on upstairs
and put your things down.

Joyce, you'll stay down here.
Will, you'll stay in Joyce's room.

Grace, you'll stay in your room.

What? No, Will's gonna
sleep in my bedroom with me.

- No, no, no, he isn't.
- Grace, it-it's fine.

Nooooo! Nooooo!

Mom, you can't do
that. This is so unfair.

Well, so's my cottage
cheese ass, but...

Why is that always your
answer for everything?

Will and I are adults. We've been
going out for nearly three months now,

- and I think that we
should have- - Grace!

we only have two rules
in this house. Number one:

boys and girls don't sleep in the
same bedroom, unless they're married.

And Will, always light matches
in the bathroom after poopie-doos.

So, then, we have dinner, and
we look at a zillion pictures

of a nude 2-year-old Grace
riding the family dog.

Oh, you like that do ya?

Well, maybe you'd like
a little of this, huh?

Yeah, you do, don't ya? Huh, huh?

Karen, what are you do- Are
you- Are you flashing that woman?!

She started it.

She's nursing.

Hmm. That explains
the little bald man.

Anyway,

later that night, I'm getting ready
for bed, I figure, now I'm safe.

Aahh!
What-what...

Shh. Shh. Relax.

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing.

Wha-you shouldn't be here, you
know. We're gonna get in trouble.

Not if we're quiet. But if you play
your cards right, I might not be.

What are you suggesting?

Well, you, me... A bed...

I thought that we might...

Don't make me say it.

Grace, I don't know.

- Mmm. Come on. What are we waiting for?
- Well, I'm just- I'm kind of tired.

All that turkey... Made me sleepy.

Really? 'Cause it made me horny.

- J-J-Just a sec. -
But I said I was horny.

Just a minute, I-I think those
new potatoes weren't so new.

Oh, poor baby.

The matches are under
the macram� turtle.

Thank you.

Mom, phone!

Mom!

Su-su-sussudio.

Hi, Jack, it's-
it's Will Truman.

Oh, right, from Queens College?

No, I go to Columbia.

Missy, anywhere you
go is Queens College.

Yeah, oh- You know what?
That- That's why I called.

You know, what you said
really bugged me. I am not gay.

Mom! There's chicken on the rug!

I was saying... That you-you
know nothing about me,

because if you did know me,
you would know that I'm not gay.

Oh, yeah. Now I get it.

Ahem. You're in stage 3-
You've bought the short shorts,

but you're afraid to put 'em on.

Yeah, put 'em on, Will.
Come on. Put 'em on.

Stop saying that.
Ok? I am not-

You're gay, Will! Ok? You're
gayer than the day is long.

You're Marvin Gaye. And
let me tell you somethin'-

Ain't no closet big enough.

This- this is ludicrous. We
spent all of four minutes together.

Yeah, and in the first four seconds, I could tell that you
were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders...

And about 20 extra
pounds on your hips.

And why wouldn't you? It's a drag
pretending to be something you're not.

Yeah, if I'm pretending, then how come I can't wait
to get back in there and have sex with my girlfriend?

Well, if you can't wait to get back in there
and make muskrat love to your girlfriend,

then why are you on
the phone with me?

Yeah, that's what I thought. You're my new
best friend. Call me every five minutes.

Crap. Why today?

Hi, I was starting
to get worried about-

What- What-
What's with you?

Let's have some sex.

Feel the heat.
Pushing you to decide-

- Enough already!
- Shut up!

You were losin' her.
I had to do somethin'.

But you know, for a sultan,
dude knew how to party.

Later we did Jell-O shots with one
of the guys from Hall and Oates.

Hall?

Oates.

Back to my story.

Honey, I've got some bad news. As much as I would
love to be Mrs. Habibi Shoshani Padush Al-Kabir,

I'm afraid I can't marry you.

I'm just not in love with you.
I'm in love with another man.

Sure, he hasn't got your money, but I really
think that with my help, we can make it work.

Just come back to
my house in Fort Lee

and make love with
me one more time.

Sorry, sultan. I'm a
little emotionally drained.

I think I'm just gonna go
home and cry myself to sleep.

Karen, where have you been? I've
been lookin' all over for you, baby.

Oh, Clayton, I got some bad news. I can't
marry you. I'm in love with another man.

But does he have my moxie? Can he
make love to you all night long?

Well, the way he does it, he makes
it feel like it's all night long,

but I really think with my
help, we can make it work.

Karen, I don't know what to say. I'll
never meet another woman like you.

Oh... That's so true.

Listen, honey. I'm emotionally drained. I think
I'm just gonna go home and cry myself to sleep.

Oh, Martina.

Karen, where have you
been? I've missed you.

Oh, honey, listen. I've got some bad news. I
can't marry you. I'm in love with someone else.

But, Karen, I was
straight before I met you.

Well, that's the way the
cookie crumbles, Marti.

Well, then who? And can she
give you what I give you?

You mean companionship,
vitality, a sneaky drop shot?

No, no. No, he's a doughy thing with squat little
legs and a bad case of recurring psoriasis, but...

I love him, and with my help... Oh!
Who am I kidding? I just love him.

Who knows why? I
love Stanley Walker!

Now that's a story! Ha ha!

So Will comes back
from the bathroom...

Right. So, Will comes
out of the bathroom.

We start getting into it.

I take the lead, because you
know, I've done it 31/2 times.

- You're on my hair.
- Oh, sorry.

Mmm, you
feel so-

- You're on my hair.
- Sorry. Sorry.

- You just elbowed me in the eye.
- I'm sorry. Sorry.

Ok. Just let me...

Oh! Ok, that's it. We're
done with foreplay. Come here.

Yeah. Aah! Stop! Stop!

What? Are you ok?

Yeah. I-I think
we should wait.

Noooo!

Why?

Are we ready? This is a
really big step, and I just-

I don't want to- I want it to be
right. I don't want to rush into it.

Oh, my God. Are
you- You are.

What?

I mean, I sort of suspected it. I mean,
it certainly would explain a lot of-

- Oh, no, no! Oh, no!
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's ok.

You don't have to feel bad. My
dad was one all through the army.

He-
What?

You're a virgin.

Virgin, yes. No! Oh,
no! No, no, no, no.

I'm definitely not a
virgin. In fact, uh...

I've been known to be something
of a lady man-Ladies man!

Ladies man. Ha. A
man! You know. Yeah.

- Well... well, then why are we waiting?
- Because.

But why?

Because I love you.

Oh, my God.

You are so sweet.

That's so like you to say it first.

I love you, too.

- Ok, I have to have you right now.
- Whoa! No! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hold-hold-hold!

- Didn't you hear me? I-I-I love you.
- Yeah, yeah. Love you, too. Let's go.

- Grace, Grace! -
What? just- God!

I think we really,
really should wait.

Oh, but why? I mean,
what are we doing?

- Are we waiting till we're married?
- Yes!

- Let's get married!
- What?

Let's get married and let's
wait till we get married.

You want to get married?

Oh, my god!

Will.

Yes, I will marry you, Will Truman.

Well, great!