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"Will & Grace" is shot before a live studio audience.

Wish I didn't have to go to work today.

Me too.

Hey, let me know if you find my, uh,

my underwear.

What do they look like?

They look like underwear.

You've been living with a gay guy too long.

- I'll call you later. - Wait a sec.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why? Why?

Why, why do we do this?

What, kiss?

Kissing good-bye.

By definition, it can't lead to anything.

It's like... it's like having one breadstick

and then leaving the restaurant.

You're a lot of work.

Hey.

See, now I want dinner.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, did I miss Noah again?

Sorry. I was talking on my phone.

You mean this phone?

Why are you avoiding Noah?

I'm not avoiding him. It's just...

He's so opinionated.

He makes me feel...

not self-conscious, what's the word I'm looking for?

- Terrified? - Yeah, that's it.

His whole thing is to be mean on Twitter.

That's what you love about him.

Yes, on Twitter.

I didn't know he'd be like that

in real life.

I mean, what if he hates me?

Then you're dating a guy who hates your best friend.

- That's not good. - He's gonna love you.

Just give him a chance.

Knock, knock.

Oh, Grace.

What you're wearing

is absolutely stunning.

I...

Have you ever thought of starting

your own clothing line?

- Will, what's happening? - I don't know.

Karen, are you not high?

Oh, Will.

Your humor, it is a treasure.

Have you ever thought of...

I don't know,

collecting some of your funny

quips and whatnots

and putting them all into an expensive

coffee table book?

What is going on?

Okay, busted.

This is a fashion crime scene

and you are clearly a comedy dead zone.

All right. Here's the deal.

I just got off the phone with Accountant

and because of the divorce, I have to find a tax shelter.

So I have to invest in something

that is guaranteed to lose money.

Big entrance, everybody!

Please. Sit, sit, sit.

I am making a triumphant return to the theater!

No, no, no, no, can it be, is it true?

What?

Silence, everybody! Yes, it is true.

I have written and set to music

a one-man show about Abraham Lincoln's

long-rumored gay romance.

I'm calling it "Gaybraham Twinkin'."

All I need is a financial backer.

Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.

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Ah-one, two, three, four,

score. And seven years ago.

Do you like the mix-up of the seven?

Or is it like, one, two, three, seven,

Or, like, jazz hands up here? Is that better?

It's all good, Jackie.

I want this to be a creative safe space, so.

If you think something's not perfect,

just yell "Stop," okay?

So far it is everything

Accountant and I could have hoped for.

Thank you.

You know, the mole does a lot of the work for me, so.

Look at that raccoon eating that cat food!

It walks just like a people.

Okay, the show's about Lincoln's affair

with young Joshua Speed...

turns out Teddy Roosevelt wasn't the only president

with a thing for bears...

against the backdrop of the Civil War.

Brother against brother.

Brother... on top of brother.

Oh. Writes itself.

You know, you hear that,

but it's not true.

Right now the whole second act

is just a drawing of a horse.

Seriously, that's all I got.

Anyway, in the 11:00 number,

Gaybraham receives a letter from his lover.

Why, it's from Joshua.

What a fine hand he has.

And oh, how that hand could relieve

the tensions of my southern uprising.

Is that too much? Not enough?

Oh, mwah. Just right.

Okay.

Let's see what my bosom companion

has to say.

♪ "Dear Mr. Lincoln ♪

♪ "Of you, sir, I've been thinking ♪

♪ "And am setting quill to parchment so you'll know ♪

♪ "That my head is in a fog ♪

♪ "Thinking of your Lincoln log ♪

♪ And how you put the 'man' in emancipation" ♪

It's not I...

What are you doing here?

Grace said you'd be gone

and to bring a bottle of

Skinnygirl Chardonnay.

She told me to meet her here

and make her a BLT, double mayo, double chips.

That's my favorite sandwich.

And that's my fav... I've heard of that wine.

You know what happened here.

She "Parent Trapped" us.

I've never seen that movie,

but if it's about a guy going

to his girlfriend's place

and realizing he's not gonna get laid,

then yeah, we've been "Parent Trapped!"

I got a surprise for you! Our show poster is here.

What?

"Karen Walker presents"?

You mean my name is gonna be on this piece of show?

Duh! Everybody's talking about it.

All your friends are coming.

So far I've got RSVP'ed from Ivanka, Marlo,

all the Huckabee Sanderses...

Oh, my gosh, and they are so supportive.

Okay. Whole new plan.

This play is gonna be good.

- But wasn't that always... - Less Jack-ting, more acting.

From the top!

Okay. Okay.

And again, if you don't like anything,

- just yell, "Stop." - Okay.

Okay?

Ah-one, two...

Stop!

So, uh,

Grace tells me you think I'm a bit of a dick.

- I never said that. - I know, I'm just being a dick.

Maybe we should find some common ground.

Okay. You like sports?

- I like ice skating. - Not a sport.

I'm guessing you prefer theater?

That is such a tired stereotype.

And yeah, I adore it.

Yeah, some plays are okay.

You know? But I... I can't stand musicals.

Even worse, when they turn them into movies.

Don't get me started on "West Side Story."

You don't like "West Side Story?"

It's absurd.

It pretends to be a serious exploration

of immigrant plight, but it's just a bunch

of pirouetting theater majors

in windbreakers and Keds.

Windbreakers are the toughest of jackets.

The FBI wears 'em.

Come on, the guy playing Tony

is distractingly gay.

He is exactly the right level of gay.

The score is breathtaking,

the dancing is superb...

Natalie Wood is completely miscast.

You stop right there.

Ooh, what are you gonna do, snap at me?

It's not up here.

It's a tight snap.

No.

No. Tight.

Ooh, we're both snapping. It's a rumble.

It's stylized choreography.

It's manly in its own way.

Yeah, no, I feel like a Navy SEAL.

Obviously you haven't seen it

in a while, so I'm gonna go get the DVD.

We're gonna watch it right now.

You'll see how great it is.

Hey, Katie.

Hey. Uh, no, I'm, uh,

I'm still working, but I can't wait to see you later.

Okay. All right.

I love you too. Bye.

You bastard.

No, it's not what you think.

I think you were telling another woman

that you love her.

She's not a woman, Will. She's 12.

Oh, my God!

It's my daughter... what is wrong with you?

You have a daughter?

Why didn't you tell Grace?

Oh, man. I didn't bring it up the first date

because I didn't think it was going anywhere.

And then I didn't bring it up the second date

because I was pretty sure we were gonna have sex

and sometimes having a kid is a boner-killer for women.

And then I didn't bring it up on the third date

because by then it was weird

that I hadn't brought it up on the first two dates.

Look, if I could go back in time,

I'd tell her on the first date.

Of course, if I could actually go back in time,

I'd kill Hitler, invest in Apple,

then tell Grace.

You know, Grace doesn't really like to be lied to.

It wasn't a lie, okay? It was an omission.

Come on, you're a guy.

You've never hidden anything

from someone you were dating?

Nothing this big.

Really? When you were dating Grace,

you didn't withhold certain information,

like...

oh, I don't know, the fact that you're gay?

Oh, that was completely different.

- How? - Mine was much worse.

Look. Please don't tell her.

I have to, Noah.

We tell each other everything.

- Is that healthy? - Not in the slightest.

But now we're dealing with you.

I screwed up, okay?

I need to fix it. And I will.

I care about Grace.

Well, there's our common ground.

You got 24 hours to tell her.

Okay, I'll, I'll tell her at dinner tomorrow night.

Good, but not during dessert.

You ruin Grace's dessert,

God help you.

Jackie.

I'm gonna take off my producer hat

and put on my friend hat.

As a friend,

I love that you're pursuing your passion.

Aw, Karen.

Okay. Gonna put my producer hat back on.

Your play sucks harder than a girl with daddy issues.

But you just said...

That was as a friend.

But as a producer, I can tell you...

Your friends are lying to you.

Well.

Putting on my actor hat,

my writer scarf,

my singer lozenge,

and my dancer character shoes,

I will quote the opening number of Act Four

when Old Abe says to Dream Ballet Abe,

"What the hell have you been drinkin', Lincoln?"

Okay.

Let me spell this out for you, Shakes-queer...

If you put a broom on a circus floor

after the elephant parade

and swept it all into one big pile

it would still be a smaller turd than this thing.

Putting on my friend hat for a moment.

That was hilarious.

But I toss that hat across the room

and get into my serious artist jumpsuit,

and I say to you as long as

I am the lead in this play,

we are gonna do things my way!

As long as you are the lead

of this play,

we are going to do things your way.

Understood.

As long as I am the lead of this play,

we're gonna do things my way...

I mean, that's bulletproof, right?

I'm so mad.

Wait till I tell you what happened at dinner.

Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

Right? It's my favorite skirt

and the waiter spilled a bowl of soup

all over it.

But you didn't know that.

What are you sorry about?

I'm a gay man.

I can always sense when

something bad has happened

to s-suede.

Wait a minute, what's wrong?

Wine, tissues, charcoal facial masks.

All we need is a box of doughnuts

and it's the Grace Adler comfort kit.

What is that?

- Give it... give... give it... - Don't... wait!

You know something.

What is going on?

Noah was weird at dinner, now you're being weird.

It's not my secret to tell.

Now it's a secret?

Is he... Is he dating someone else?

Oh, my God, if I turned another guy gay,

I'm jumping out of the window.

Grace.

I know, you can't turn people gay,

you can only make them wish they were.

He has a daughter.

What?

And he didn't tell me?

What else didn't he tell me?

And why wouldn't he tell me?

These are questions you'd have to ask him.

But you can't ask him.

- Why not? - Because if you ask him,

he'll know I told you

and I promised him I wouldn't.

Well, why would you do that?

We tell each other everything.

Yeah, but is that healthy?

Oh, we are so far past that.

Where are the doughnuts?

As soon as he is done explaining to the Uber driver

why he's only getting one star,

I'm getting answers.

No, no, you, you, you...

Look, you want Noah and I to get along.

I-If he finds out that I told you,

that's out the window. He'll hate me.

We'll start snapping at each other.

It'll get ugly.

You can't say anything.

I get it.

You're right.

Okay, fine. I won't say anything.

Hey.

You have a kid?

♪ - You made me love you ♪

♪ You really got your licks in ♪

♪ Below my Mason-Dixon ♪

Can we... can we stop a second?

A-Are you sure this works?

Jon Cryer, anything that doesn't work

is going to change.

Okay, good, because

I-I was a little worried about that part

where you changed the lyric

in the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" to,

"Glory, glory, hole-lelujah?"

Okay, people, let's take it from...

John Wilkes Booth, what is the meaning of all this?

I've been asking that question since I got here.

Hush, you, whoever you are.

You replaced me with Jon Cryer?

The producers decided to go another way.

You're the only producer.

Yes, and I fought for you, honey,

but I was outvoted.

This is unbelievable.

It's bad enough you recast me in my own play

but did it have to be with my arch-rival?

We're rivals?

Don't pretend like you don't know who I am.

I don't have to.

Okay, kittens, let's not ruin our manicures.

Back to rehearsal.

I don't know if it'll help, but okay.

I don't believe this.

You said you loved this play.

You said you believed in me.

I never said that.

I love this play!

I believe in you.

Yeah. Well, you said I could replace you

if I wanted to.

I never said that.

You can replace me whenever you like.

This is Jack talking.

That's not my voice.

Oh, no one ever thinks they sound like themselves.

Uh, should I leave?

No, no, Jon Cryer.

I wanna hear the closing speech.

If that's all right with you.

Why ask me?

It would appear this partnership is over.

Oh. Then we have nothing left to say to each other.

This is how our friendship ends.

Stabbed in the back by my best friend

in a theater, just like Lincoln!

You gave me 24 hours!

You gave him 24 hours?

What, are you a Bond villain?

You said you were gonna tell her at dinner.

I was going to, but she spilled soup on her skirt.

You said the waiter spilled soup on your skirt.

Okay, so I lied, but I'm not the liar here.

And yes, I heard what I just said.

And then I was distracted

because your shirt's been open all night.

It's a look! Read a magazine!

I cannot believe that you didn't tell me

that you have a kid!

- You never asked. - You should have told me

without me having to ask!

You can't get mad at me for something I didn't tell you

- that you didn't ask. - You can't get mad at her

for not asking something that you should have told her

without having to ask!

Wait, wait. Where were we?

The bottom line, you should

have told Grace from the start.

Yeah, you don't think I know that?

Do you have any idea how hard this has been?

I wanted to tell you.

Well, then why didn't you?

Because I didn't think we'd be here.

Where?

In a living room? New York?

Here. Us.

What do you mean, Noah?

Oh, come on. What are you doing to me, huh?

You know I have feelings for you.

Did you hear that, Grace?

I did.

But I need to hear more.

Well, I feel good about this.

I-I-I, you know, I think

you guys have... have y-your differences,

but I think if you can get together...

I meant I need to hear more from him.

Right. Right. I'm gonna go.

I'll be in my... I'm just going to, uh,

take my Skinnygirl...

or... whatever it's called, I don't know!

So, we good?

No.

You said you have feelings.

I need to know what that means.

Yeah, why? Why? Why do I have to explain?

Because I have spent too much of my life

chasing after emotionally wishy-washy guys

and I don't have time for it anymore.

I know who I am. I know what I need.

I'm not ready for this conversation. Okay?

You just said that you have feelings for me

and now you can't tell me what they are?

Yeah, I need time, all right? I need time to just...

Okay, all right, you need time?

You have 24 seconds to tell me

how you feel about me.

24 sec... Will gave me 24 hours.

- 19. - No, oh, come on.

You know how I feel.

- Why do I have to even... - Ten.

No, oh, okay. Time-out.

- No time-outs. - Time-out.

- Five. - Oh, for crying out loud.

- Three, two, one. - No, no, no.

I'm not gonna be backed into...

I love you!

What?

I didn't hear you when I was buzzing.

You heard me.

I did hear you.

"My dear Joshua.

"It occurs to me that you and I

"Are like the warring factions in our current conflict.

"While we may quarrel,

"We must take care never to sunder

"The precious ties that bind us.

"For truly, life would hold little joy

if our friendship were to perish from this Earth."

Beautiful, isn't it?

It is affecting.

I like the part about

nothing coming between a friendship.

Yeah, me too.

Jackie, wait.

I'm gonna take off my producer hat,

bend over, and pull up my friendship skirt.

This is your play.

Your vision. You do anything you want.

So you don't think it's a big turd?

I can honestly say

it's as good as anything you've ever done.

Tell me about your daughter.

Well, her name's Katie.

She's 12.

And every time she calls me Dad

I feel like I won something I don't deserve.

That's so nice.

I bet you're a great dad.

Well, I want to be.

And that's why, that's why

I didn't bring her up at first.

You know? I'm protective.

She means the world to me.

Well, I won't tell anyone.

But you are a lot sweeter than you pretend to be.

Don't screw with my brand, Adler.

Bye.

So when can I meet her?

Oh, yeah, that's... that's not happening.

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