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- "Will and Grace is recorded

in front of
a live studio audience.

- Hi, thank you for coming.

I'm Grace Adler...
I live in the building...

and I'm running for President

of the New York Society
for Interior Designers.

I actually just redecorated
this lobby.

What's your name, again?
- Sharon Timmer.

I've lived directly below you
for 19 years.

I took you to Urgent Care

that time a spider bit
your neck.

Could you move?
I want to get my mail.

- Why'd you let me talk
for so long?

- Hi, Mrs. Timmer.

- Your wife is yappy and rude.

- That's why we never have sex.

- Where is Jack?

I bribed him
with five yoga classes

to get him to subtly blend in
and drum up votes.

- Wow!

Who redesigned the lobby
of this building

I don't live in?

Grace Adler, you say?

She sounds single and ready
to try too hard.

- I told you to dress like
a serious interior designer.

I can see the outline
of your lulu-lemons.

- You know what, Grace?

I fulfilled my rear-end
of this bargain, okay?

So I'm going to yoga class...

where they encourage us
to hold in our farts

and steer clear away
from toxic people, okay?

So nama-stay away from me.

Hi, Mrs. Timmer!

- Here you go.

You're welcome.

Yeah. Yeah, you.
I held the door for you.

You're supposed
to say "thank you."

It's called a social contract
when someone...

don't walk away!
Don't walk away!

I'm teaching you manners,
you frickin' Neanderthal!

- Will, Will, Will.
- Hmm?

- Twitter celebrity sighting.

The West Side Curmudgeon
is here.

- I love him!

He hates the things we hate
and Tweets about it!

- Should I go over
and fan-girl out on him?

- Oh, I wouldn't.
- Okay, well, we're different.

I know who you are.

- Okay.

- You're the
West Side Curmudgeon.

- It's not a secret,
so you can stop talking

like a drug dealer
on a kids' show.

Genius!

You're delivering!

Oh, I... I read your feed
every day.

I mean, we hate
all the same things.

TV and taxis and...
- Chatty redheads?

- Yeah, the worst.

I'm Grace.

- Noah.

So, uh, what is this?
- Oh, oh.

Well, I, um... over here.

I am running for President

of the New York Society
of Interior Designers.

And you have a ton
of followers,

and I would love a shout-out.

- What?
No, I'm not here for the...

I saw a crowd and thought
there'd be appetizers.

- I so get that.

I was technically
a Scientologist

for, like, a minute
because their welcome center

had great chicken salad.

- I... I was in AA for the donuts

but left
because of the camaraderie.

- Are we the same person?

- I don't know, did you ex-wife
pound on your door this morning

looking for money?

That's who that was!

Just kidding.
Um, my ex is a man.

I like men.
Oh, not plural.

One at a time.

And... and with a reasonable
amount of time

between them.

But what is reasonable, really?

Oh, chatty redhead.

Just got that.

- Well, uh, see you around
the neighborhood.

Do you mind
if I keep a pamphlet?

- Of course.

Um, spoiler alert, there are
a lot of pictures inside

of me making this face.

- Can't wait.

Bye, Grace.
- Bye, Noah.

- Hey, can you hold it...
hold the door!

How'd it go?

- Oh, so good.

You know when someone has
a dog who hates everyone

but it just comes right up
and licks you?

It's like that, but human.

And he asked if he could keep

my pamphlet.

- Maybe he wanted
to keep your pamphlet

to mock you on Twitter.

He is
the West Side Curmudgeon.

- No, Will.
We hit it off.

He took the pamphlet
because my contact information

is on there and he probably
wants to ask me out or...

he's already mocked me
on Twitter, hasn't he?

- It's a picture
of your pamphlet that says,

"Hi, I'm Grace Adler,
and I'm running for President

of the Dumbest Thing
in New York."

- What?

No!
Let me see!

- Grace, is Will here?

- I'll get him.

- Hey, what's up?

- You are not going

to believe this.

I just saw my boobs

walking down Madison Avenue.

That's why the little label

on the pill bottle says,
"Do not mix with alcohol."

- Hey, I'm serious!
I was on my way to Bergdorf

and I saw a woman coming up

out of a hole in the ground.

- The subway.
Continue.

- And I looked right
at her chest and I said,

"Hey.

Haven't I seen you
somewhere before?"

And she said,
"I don't think so."

And I said,
"I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to yous."

And she said, "Oh, yeah.

"I just got 'em done.

They're called
'Karen Walkers.'"

- Wow.

I... I got a million questions
and I...

I don't want
to ask any of them.

- And then...

and then she said,
"Oh, oh,

"you look like you got
a pair of Walkers yourself.

"Have you been to see

Doctor DiLorenzo too?"

And I said,

"How dare you insinuate

"that I would go

to an Italian doctor."

- I don't know
what you want from me.

- You're my lawyer!
Stop this guy!

- I don't practice law
anymore.

- Potato, potata.

Start focusing
on my tomatoes.

You told me that
you would have my back,

and I just assumed that that
would include my front, too.

- Okay, okay.
I'll call his office

and see if I can get him
to knock off

knocking off your knockers.

That is such clever wordplay,
she said out of pity

as she tried
to get out of the room.

- Will!

I need to go with you and Karen

to that plastic surgeon's
office.

- How do you even know?
- I bumped into her

in the hallway and she told me
the whole story,

including your attempt
at clever wordplay.

Bless your heart.

And while we were waiting
for a tray of brownies to cool,

I told her I'm meeting
Estefan's family from Spain

in a video conference
tomorrow night.

And then we found a box
full of pictures

of Estefan's ex-boyfriends
and they're all gorgeous!

And Karen was like,
"Honey, you got a problem."

- Seriously,
she left one minute ago.

- Will, focus!
I'm in a crisis!

I can't FaceTime
with this face.

- Jack, you don't need
plastic surgery

to have a video conference
with your fiancé's family.

- I am not talking
new cheeks and chin!

Just shave off a couple layers.

Get a little closer
to my skull.

- I thought "knock off
knocking off your knockers"

deserved more love.

Now I'm the guy
who talks to himself.

Eh, it's okay.

- Ha!

I found you, Noah Broader.

That's right.
I know your last name.

And I also know that
you wrote one big novel

15 years ago
that I pretended to read

because the print
was much smaller

than the cover suggested.

- Congrats on your five second
Google search.

Betty, can I get
a rice pudding?

This crazy woman is paying.

- Not crazy,
totally sane,

light stalking,
not paying.

- If you're sitting here,
you're paying.

And a coffee.
Do you want a coffee?

It's on you.

- I'm not drinking coffee
with you.

That Tweet was very mean,

especially after the way
you flirted with me.

- Flirted?
You mean when you talked

and I didn't stop you?

- And you happened to mention
your angry ex?

Okay, I get it.
You're single.

That's flirting.
- You don't date much, do you?

- And I made you smile.
- No way.

I only smile when old people
and nuns fall.

- I made a joke about my pose

in the pamphlet, remember?

- Yeah, and my face looked
like this.

- Just...

take down the Tweet, okay?

- Yeah, I'm not gonna do that.
- Seriously?

- Seriously.

- Great.

Have a miserable life.

I'm done with you.
- You're going...

- I said I'm done!

Front door is this way.
- That's what I was trying to...

- Done!

- Where have you been?

We gotta meet Karen
at that doctor's office

- Keep your girdle on, Doreen.

I had to pick up
my numbing cream.

I'm supposed to put this on
an hour before

they laser-blast my face back
to 1990-sexy.

- Jack, don't become
one of those gay guys

that start getting
everything done

as soon as he turns 40.
- "One of those guys"?

We are the only gay guys
over 40

who haven't at least
gotten our eyes done.

We're about to lose
our membership to the gym

in William-Sonoma.

- Larry hasn't gotten
his eyes done.

He still looks great.

- Larry absolutely
did his eyes.

Joe did his eyes and neck.

Rory's done eyes, neck, ears,

nose, head, shoulders,
knees and toes,

knees and toes.

- You're using way too much
of that.

Ooh, it tingles.

- God, will you please...

be careful,
you're getting it on your lips.

Don't lick it off.

- Would you relax?

It's fine.

That's so... that's so weird!

It's like...

- "Overuse may cause
extreme facial numbness."

How long does it last?

- What?
- How long does it last?

- Oh, "how long does it last."

Uh, four hours.
Why?

I have to call Estefan

at 7:00 tonight.

- What?

- I have to call Estefan
at 7:00 tonight.

- What?

- I have to call...
- Oh, you have to call Estefan

at 7:00 tonight.

Well, that's 1:00 AM in Spain.

You're sure he didn't mean
7:00 his time?

'Cause that's right now.

- Oh, thi.

Ah!
My fingers don't work!

My fingers don't work!

- "Contact with fingers
and other sensitive areas

may cause
an unwanted reaction."

That's good advice
for your love life, too.

- Will, help me!
I gotta make the call!

- Wait, it goes on.

"In case of contact
with tongue,

eating a banana may reverse
the effects."

- Really?

Holy crap!
I'll just eat a banana!

You thon of a bith.

- Seriously,
it's just one Tweet.

- Oh, good, you're back.
You forgot to pay.

- Seriously, it could
really hurt my campaign.

- Then you'd never get
to be President

of the made-up thing.

- It is not a made-up thing.

It is a society dedicated
to the advancement

of design and beautification
of New York.

- Don't take it personally,
okay?

I just think people like you
are ruining the city.

Did you know there are
now more cupcake shops

than porno theaters
in my neighborhood?

Who wants to live
in that world?

- I do!

Porn is gross,
and we are living

in the golden age of cupcakes.

- New York doesn't need
"beautification," okay?

It needs uglification.

Bring back
Lincoln Plaza Cinemas and...

and Little Mike's.

- I found a mouse in my soda
at Little Mike's once.

It hadn't finished
drowning yet.

- So you drink around it!
It's New York!

- You know what I think?

I think you are a miserable,
cynical person

who finds fault with everything

because you're alone in your
sad apartment on Amsterdam,

and your life didn't turn out
the way you wanted it to.

- It's almost as if
I'm a curmudgeon

who lives on the West Side.

And you follow me
because you're also angry

that life didn't turn out
the way you wanted.

- My life is terrific.
- Oh, really?

You wanted to be divorced
and alone in your late 40s?

- Hey!
I am in my late-mid 40s.

And I am not alone.

I live with my gay best friend.

- So you have realized
your dream.

- You know what?
You don't know

anything about me,

and if I was better at thinking

of devastating things
in the moment,

I would so destroy you
right now.

But they always come to me
ten minutes too late,

so I am done with you.

I know!

There really should be
an exit right there.

Hello!

- Why are you wearing
so much sun block inside?

- No, no, wait, wait, wait!

- You are nervous,
but they will love you

because I love you.

Oh, one tiny thing.

My father has very recently

suffered a stroke.

So, please,
do not call attention to it.

Papa, Jack.

- Jack, what are you doing?

I can't feel my face!

I can't feel my face.
- Oh, yes,

keep mocking my poor papa,
mister funny man.

You think you are some kind
of a John Mulaney,

but your humor is cruel
like Daniel Tosh.

- No, no!

My face is numb

because I used too much
prescription medicine

because I was gonna get
a cosmetic procedure

so I can be as gorgeous
as your other boyfriend.

- Oh!

You can't feel your face
because you used too much

prescription medicine
because you were going to have

a cosmetic procedure
so you can be as gorgeous

as my other boyfriends?

I'm so sorry, Estefan.

- Don't you know?

You are beautiful.

An eternal boy.

You're like Peter Pan,

but you look even better
in tights.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

- That was Dr. DiLorenzo's
office.

They will no longer be
using your name

for his implants.

They'll now be called
"Ah-oogahs."

- Mm.

- So I guess we won.
- Huh.

Normally, ruining
an Italian's business

would make my day.

But there are still
younger women out there

wearing my best asset.

- Oh, come on, Karen.

You're a gorgeous woman
and as... as long

as that contract you signed
in blood holds up

you'll be gorgeous
for eternity.

- If you can't trust Satan,
who can you trust?

- Eh, getting older sucks.

- And we're only getting older.
- Mm.

- Every second,
closer to death.

And now we're closer.

And now we're closer.

And now...
- Okay, another... another way

to look at it is...

is right now,
we're the youngest

we'll ever be,
so we might as well enjoy it.

- Oh, that's true, honey.

Plus, who cares
if we're getting older?

We're both filthy ri...

I mean, age is only a number.

- You're an awful human being,

and I'll always
be here for you.

- I know that about you.

- Okay, I thought of exactly
what I want to say to you.

- Is it nice?
I bet it's nice.

- You're a coward.

You're afraid of failure,

so you never wrote
another book again.

You flirt with me
but then you deny it

so you don't have
to be exposed.

You lob little insults
at the world

and it's all so safe.

Look, I know you think
what I do is lame,

but at least I try.

I take something bad

and I try to make it better.

Without that...
without the possibility

for a little joy or beauty
in your life...

what's the point?

- Nice monologue.

You must have majored
in theater

when you were at NYU.

- Just because I memorized it

and wrote it down
on this napkin...

- That's toilet paper.
Where did you write this?

- Where I find inspiration
is none of your business.

Wait, how did you know
I went to NYU?

- What?
You told me.

- No, I didn't.

You Googled me.

I did not.
- Oh, but you did.

Let me see your search history.

- You do not want to see
my search history.

Fine.
Fine.

I Googled you, all right?

But that... that doesn't mean...
it's not because... that...

listen.

I had no... this...

Wow.

Do you need to storm out

and gather your thoughts?

The exit's that way.

- Huh.

- "Huh" what?

- Just "huh."

I'll take down the Tweet.

- Thank you.

- You want a rice pudding?

- Sure.

- Might be a while.
The service is terrible.

- I'm not in a hurry.