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Oh, my God, that feels so good.

Oh, that's so good.

Deeper, baby. Go deeper.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't think you can handle it.

Oh, I can handle
it. Oh, I need it now.

Oh, yeah. Oh! Yeah, that's
the spot, that's the spot.

That's the spot right there,
right there, right there.

Oh, yes, yes.

Every Thanksgiving,
without fail,

I hurt my back volunteering.

This time, it was a box of
canned yams that got me.

I told you, the correct
way to lift a box

is with your legs,
Diaz, not your back.

Thankfully, this
year wasn't so bad

because my sweet boyfriend
did most of the heavy lifting.

Whoa.

Call me boyfriend again.

Okay, boyfriend.

Aw, really?

Hey, if that's Jorge,

you tell him for the final
time I'm not donating my Tevas.

They're coming
back into fashion,

and I'm gonna be ahead of the trend.

Oh, it's-it's Santiago
texting me Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh, that's nice.

Are you sure you're okay?

With Santi and I being friends?

- Well, I trust my girlfriend.
- Yeah.

- Call me girlfriend again.
- Okay, girlfriend.

And the fact that you tell
me about it every time

makes me trust you even more.

- You do tell me every time, though, right?
- Of course.

He left me one voice mail, and
we text every now and then.

Okay, then I'm only three
percent bothered by it.

Oh, wow, that's 97% cool of you.

- Mm, math. Sexy.
- Mm.

23 x 3.

And Happy
Thanksgiving to you, too.

- Oh!
- Wow.

Hey, Beatriz, Jorge!

- Hey! - Happy Thanksgiving!
- Happy Thanksgiving.

- You're right on time.
- Well, put us to work, jefe.

Oh, and don't hold back, because
I need to regain my muscle mass

from all the months of
lounging on the beach.

- Oh.
- Right, rub it in, okay.

It's actually
my handsome vice jefe

that is in charge of
handing out the jobs today,

and I trust him completely

to assign your skills
where they are best suited.

You'll
be in the kitchen.

I was gonna say kitchen.

Let me do my job.

Vice jefe isn't just a
ceremonial title, Jorge.

- Okay. This way. Come on.
- Okay.

I love you.

Hola, beautiful.

Laz! Hey, stud.

So are those gently used
clothes in your bag,

or are you just happy to see me?

- Both.
- Okay.

What are you and Santiago
up to for the holiday?

Oh, we're ordering some
pizza from Burnside.

Bur... That's not even
a good pizza place.

Ah, a little pineapple
and pepperoni, it's okay.

Wait, really?

Thanksgiving's been,
uh, sort of cancelled

ever since my wife passed.

Okay, no, no, no, no, no.

Two beautiful men, sad and alone

on Thanksgiving,
eating shitty pizza...

Not on my watch.

I think I'm gonna have
to insist that you come

to the Diaz house for a
proper Thanksgiving dinner.

- Look, that's very generous...
- No, it's not generous.

It is selfish. I need
some eye candy. Help me.

Yeah. Exactly.

Come on.

Santi and Lily are
friends now, right?

- It's all good.
- I'll tell you what,

we'll think about it.

Fair enough?

You, thinking about me?

I don't hate it.

What's this?

Ah, shit, you weren't
supposed to see that.

Is this for me?

Yes, but it's for later.

I'm sorry, but once
you discover a gift,

you got to open it,
them's the rules.

My first official lab coat.

Thank you.

Dr. Sol Perez.

Who's laughing now,
tía Carmela? MD, baby!

That's right.

Why are we mad at tía Carmela?

She's the one that's
always so concerned about

my life amounting to nothing
because I'm different.

So, tonight, I'm gonna
rub this in her face.

Well, screw her.

Isn't she some life
coach with no clients?

Whoa.

You can't talk about
my family like that.

You just said you
don't like her.

Yeah, I can talk
crap. You can't.

I'm sorry.

I was really only
trying to be supportive.

I know. It's okay.

But don't do it again.

What's up, Diaz?

Mm, no, I'm just browsing
houses and looking at prices.

How much do you think I
could sell my hair for?

120 K? 'Cause that's
just the down payment.

Whoa, okay, okay,
stop spiraling.

Look at this dream house.

- Three bedrooms.
- Ooh.

- Hello, claw-foot tub.
- Ooh.

Ooh, what's up,
beautiful kitchen?

But the problem is,

I'm never gonna be
able to afford it.

I ran the numbers. It's bad.

Well, I can definitely
see you in that tub.

Don't make it worse.

Okay, well, how about
I make it better?

- Why don't I help you buy it?
- What?

Yeah, you know, I could
help you pay for it.

Give you money for
the down payment.

Help you with the
monthlies. No sweat.

I'm sorry, we're talking
about a house here.

- Not a steak dinner.
- I know, I know,

and I've been thinking
about this a lot.

And I know we're
pretty early on, but...

this is pretty great
right now, isn't it?

Yeah. It is.

Okay, so, in success, we will be
living in that house together.

Let me help you out. Come on.

I have lots of money. I-I
have stocks and bonds.

And a trust and gold in
a vault in Switzerland.

This T-shirt cost me $200.

That's so generous,

but I don't think I'm
comfortable with that.

Okay, fair enough.

But the offer is still good,
if you change your mind.

Thank you. That's so sweet.

Big day. Lots of choices.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now we can go with cheese.

For sure. Right?

But I'm thinking, I get
a meat lover's for me,

get a veggie pizza for you,

then I get a Hawaiian
pizza for the table.

That sounds like something we
should be thankful for, right?

- Question.
- Mm-hmm?

How would you feel about

a real Thanksgiving dinner
tonight, instead of pizza?

Uh, dubious, why?

Okay.

You're not gonna
like this at first,

and when I tell
you the whole plan,

you're gonna like it even less,

but hear me out.

All right.

I saw Gladys today. Mmm.

And we've been invited
to the Diaz's house

for Thanksgiving dinner.
I think we should go.

- Okay.
- 'Cause...

Oh. Oh.

I didn't expect that
to be your response.

Whew. Okay.

I mean, I got a whole bunch
of arguments worked out.

I mean, you want to hear them?

No.

Lily and I have been texting
a little bit, you know,

but, uh, we haven't really
talked since her birthday.

- Might be nice to catch up.
- Really?

Yeah, really. As friends.

Oh.

- Okay.
- We can't we be friends?

Okay, buddy. Okay.
Friends, huh?

Is everyone seeing what
I'm seeing right now?

Oh, was it a raccoon?

Because I saw on
the Nextdoor app

there's a raccoon going
around tipping over

people's turkey fryers with
his freaky little human hands.

No, Nick. Not a raccoon.

Us. The four of us.

Walking to
Thanksgiving together,

as couples, together. Hello!

We're basically like
a quad couple now.

- Aw. - That's kind of cute, babe.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, your family finally
gets to be right about me

being the boyfriend,
except this time,

I'm Lily's for-real boyfriend

- and not your fake, secret one.
- That's right.

I have to admit,

I did have my concerns
about you two.

You had your concerns?
You were 100% freaked out.

I freaked out. I freaked out.

But it's my rakish best friend
and my starry-eyed sister.

Ooh, rakish? Well, hey, listen,

you did have cause
to be concerned.

Well, the
last few months have

been incredible, and this
isn't even the best part.

This is only the beginning.
I mean, think about it.

Vacations in Baja,

raising our incredibly
good-looking children together.

Wait, Lil, are
we gonna be neighbors?

I think we should be neighbors.

Oh, my God, we'll be
together forever, then.

This is, like,
the best day ever.

I swear, like, it's like what
we've been dreaming about

- our whole lives. I love you.
- Oh, come on.

Oh, my God, I love you
guys. This is so cute.

- Hey, ¡primos!
- Hey!

Wait, don't wrinkle me.

- Ah.
- Ah!

- Oh, watch the spine, watch the spine, watch the spine.
- Sorry.

I got to make up for all the
months I don't see you guys.

Ah, I know, we miss you, too.

Bring it in, Chuey.
Do what you got to do.

¡Órale!

I know. I know.

How is L.A.? How is
the food truck going?

Oh, so good.

I got into a bit of a turf war
with a taco truck in K-Town,

but I made an offer
they couldn't refuse.

What was the offer?

To alternate days, there's
plenty of room for everybody.

- Oh, okay.
- Except that raw garlic juice truck.

Fuck them.

Hey, Henry, you got a sec?

Oh, uh, of course,
Miles, what's up?

I need a little advice,

since everyone in
the family loves you.

'Tis true. How can I help?

I know how important
family is to Sol,

and I want to do this right.

I kind of put my foot in it
earlier, and I was thinking,

if there are rules,
you would know them.

I got you, Doc.

I created a Diaz family wiki.

Okay, so, first rule is, you
don't talk shit about family.

You're not actually family.

Yeah, learned that one
the hard way this morning.

Rookie move. You should've
come to me sooner.

When someone offers you
seconds, always say yes.

Never comment on
Alberto's tattoo.

His father's not over it.

Do not eat the mole
if tía Anita made it.

You know what? There's a lot.

I-I'm just gonna AirDrop these.

- There you go.
- Okay.

Wow, it's still downloading.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, come on.

Lil, you really need to upgrade
your phone. It's always dying.

Going through Zillow nonstop
doesn't help the battery life.

Well, take a break from that
and come get wine drunk with me,

'cause I heard tía Carmela's
laugh and my shoulders...

...they're
in my ears.

Yes. Let's go.

Wait.

- Oh, can I have some more of this, please?
- Mm-hmm.

Feels really funny, I know.

Hey, Sol, give me
some of your...

- I say we toss it. What?
- Gladys!

Not in, like, an obvious way.
She doesn't have to know.

What's going on?

Your mami is too
polite and insists on

putting tía Anita's
shitty mole on the table.

Am I the only one that remembers
what happened last year?

- No.
- Too many people, not enough toilets.

- Ooh.
- Honestly, I'm surprised

you didn't have to, like,
burn the house down.

Okay, look, I'll just,

I'll just put it right
here with the lid on.

Okay. Wuss.

Uh, I haven't seen
abuelo yet tonight.

Is everything okay?

Yes, uh, fine, fine.

Okay, well, he hasn't
been sleeping well lately,

but that happens sometimes.

Makes the dementia worse?

Well, yes, a little bit,

but it's nothing we
can't handle, familia.

Well, we'll keep an eye out.

He may mistake you
for someone else,

but as long as that
person is attractive,

I'm good with it.

Happy gobble, gobble day!

Hi, ¡abuelito!

What are all my favorite people
doing hiding out in here?

- Look at you. You look cute.
- Abuelito...

Let's go. Turn up the music.

Oh, the party's here!

I don't know why you
keep putting that on,

when it's just gonna
come right off.

You should just put
it directly on me.

Oh, I like that.

Mmm.

- Oh, wait, you missed a spot.
- Mm.

I should get the door.

Oh, they can let themselves in.

What if they're a vampire?

Wait, what if... We
should talk this through.

Well, some of them have souls.

And some of them just want to...

- Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting.
- Oh.

I love it.

- Hey, somebody order a pizza?
- Hi.

Nick!

Lily.

Santiago?

My sexy strays!

Oh, I'm so glad you're
here. I invited them.

They had no place to
go for Thanksgiving.

It was the Christian
thing to do.

I'm like a saint, a hot saint.

- Thanks for having us.
- Of course.

Oh, eyes where they should
be. My tits are down here.

Yes, they are.
I see that.

Who wants a drink? Or two?

I know I do.

- I'll bring this to the kitchen.
- Yeah, okay.

Mm-mm.

- What?
- Come on.

- Somebody's in trouble.
- Yeah, I probably need a spanking.

Oh, well, let's get to that.

Lil.

The aged rum your dad likes
should be in that cupboard.

A heads-up would have been nice.

- I texted you.
- You did not.

I definitely did.

Sorry, my phone died.
I didn't get it.

Why didn't you
tell me about Nick?

Because we had a
rule, your rule,

that we weren't gonna talk
about the people we're dating.

Yeah, when it's some random
guy, not when it's...

Not when it's Nick.
That's different.

That's a... that's
a real thing.

You should've given
me a heads-up.

Well, excuse me for not knowing
the nuances of your rules.

- Had I known, I wouldn't...
- What?

- If you had known, what?
- It doesn't matter anymore.

He seems like a good
guy. I'm happy for you.

Finger of rum for you,
triple shot for me.

Dang, kid.

I wouldn't have
suggested we come

if I knew Lily was
dating that dude.

Why didn't you say something?

I didn't know anything
about it, papi.

I just now found out myself.

Wasn't expecting this.

What were you expecting?

I don't know.

Still processing it.

Yeah, well, your face is
processing pretty loudly.

You want to leave?

No. No, no, no. Um...

That's too dramatic.
I'll be fine.

Okay, then, fix your face.

All right? We're
guests here tonight.

Whatever it is you're
feeling, revisit it later.

¿Comprende?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cheers.

To the sexy strays.

Mm.

- Oh.
- Hey, baby.

- Madam.
- Oh.

Hey, thank you.

Oh.

I think they had me right here.

Hmm.

You know, I-I can go sit
with my dad, actually.

No, no, i-it's fine.
Sit here. Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Looks like he's pretty
happy over there anyway.

I couldn't agree more.

- So, let's just make sure...
- Oh, yeah.

Sit down.

- All right, shall we? Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, uh, fun fact.

Did you know that potatoes were

the first vegetable
grown in space?

- What?
- I did not know that.

- Yeah. - Really?
- Well, technically,

a potato, uh, is
not a vegetable.

It's a starch, but it's
pretty, pretty cool, man.

It is cool, yeah.

Well, nutritionally,
they're a starch,

and botanically,
they're vegetable.

- So... Mm-hmm.
- So you're both right.

That's nice. - Hmm.

Um, I-I saw an ad for
your gym, man. Congrats.

Oh. Thank you. I
appreciate that.

Yeah, you should stop by.

Not that you need to. You look
like you're in great shape.

But who knows if your
heart is healthy?

Yeah. My heart is good.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Happy to hear it.

I love you two together.

Michael was nice
but a white guy.

I'm so glad she is
with a Latino now.

Ven, mi amor.

- You're sitting with me. Come on, honey.
- Okay.

I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

I'm so, so sorry.

He rearranged the place cards.

- Mm.
- He's a little confused today.

Uh, okay, everybody.

We're going to
start with a prayer,

and then we'll do the
traditional go around the table

and say what we're thankful for.

But, please, try to keep
it to just one thing.

We're all pretty hungry.

Tía Carmela.

Hey, so, you know,
just out of curiosity,

if I were to hand-embroider
"Dr. Sol Perez"

on, say, I don't know,
a lilac silk robe

- for you to wear around the house, would you?
- Hmm.

Definitely.

With
nothing underneath.

Oh. Okay, yep.

I need to learn how to hand
embroider inmediatamente.

Oh, it's not a top.

It's a dress. How interesting.

Sol, I just wanted to
say, I am so proud of you.

Oh, wow, thank you. That means so much.

- You did it. You did it.
- I did it.

You landed a doctor.

Tía, I am a doctor.

Miles, you're a
plastic surgeon, yes?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ugh, how amazing.

I mean, not that
I need any help.

But, um, there are others here

that should probably
talk to you.

- Wow, okay.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Well, you know what,
uh, Sol is actually

the one doing truly
profound work in oncology.

Ah, mira, so sweet, this man.

See, Sol? I'm so happy not
to have to worry any longer.

Now I know you'll
be taken care of.

Okay, I know she's your tía,

but that was a master class in
being nasty while sounding nice.

- Hurt people hurt people, Miles.
- But she...

- Mm.
- Seems lovely.

And I'm sure her heart is...

in the right place?

There we go.

- So, your abuelo...
- Yeah.

The dementia comes and
goes, but we're making sure

that he feels comfortable
and safe and not scared.

Unfortunate how it turned
out for Lily, though.

Oh, yeah, I saw. That
was pretty awful.

Yeah. But you know what?

I'm not worried
about Nick and Lily.

I mean, they're totally solid.

What I am worried about
is our wedding vows.

Because our wedding
is in two weeks,

and right now what I have is

like three and a
half pages long.

Me, too.

Um, four, if you include lyrics.

- Aw.
- Oh, my gosh.

Are you guys talking about
your wedding vows? Aw.

Your father and I never got a
chance to write our own vows.

- Why not?
- We had a Catholic wedding.

We had to stick to the script.

Well, the straights
can't have everything.

Well,
looking back, I kind of wish

I did get to write my
own vows for your mother.

I would have had a lot to say.

- Really? Like what?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, you know I don't like
being put on the spot, Bea.

I'm a chef. I like to
let things marinate.

No.

What? What's wrong?

- Tía Anita's.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, no.
- Put it down.

- Why is it on the table, Mom?
- Shh, walk away.

Lily, how's your
house hunt going?

Oh, uh, good news is, I
found the house of my dreams.

Bad news is, I'm never
gonna be able to afford it.

- Mm.
- So...

Well, no one's first house
is their dream house.

When I bought my
place it was a dump.

I got the crappiest
place on a decent street.

Then I spent the
next couple of years

and a lot of hard work making
it what I wanted it to be.

You should be looking
at fixer-uppers.

Oh, I don't know the first
thing about remodeling houses.

It's not that daunting.
I've been there before.

I still have my contacts,
you know, if you need it.

You know, I never
really thought about it.

Yeah, I'd love to help you.

I'm definitely gonna hit you up.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Wow. I can actually do this.

You can.

So, then I said, "Suture self."

You are so funny,
Miles. He's so funny.

Sometimes.

Anyway, now that Sol's a doctor,

our work schedules
rarely overlap anymore.

I do miss our muffin dates.

What if you were his assistant?

Tía, I'm an oncologist.

Yes, yes, for now,
but eventually

you'll be taking
care of the children.

Sol, I know you had a
really hard time dating.

Hopefully, this one will stick.

And to think, so many
people were worried

you'd be a disappointment.

Okay, you need to stop.

I don't know who hurt you,

but y-you're done hurting
the person I love.

And, frankly, if this is how
you "life coach your clients,"

they'd be better
off with a pet rock.

- What was that?
- What? I couldn't let her talk to you like that.

Miles, I told you to stay
out of my family stuff.

You don't know what you've done.

What kind of
Thanksgiving is this,

when this stranger
is just saying shit?

Who's ready for game night?

Vamos, vamos.

Welcome, family, friends,
lovers and strays

to the annual
Thanksgiving Game Night.

I see you. - ¡Ya, ya!

This is good. All right, fam,
you know the drill. Newbs.

Oh, yeah, this is no joke.

We take it real serious.

This is single-player
elimination

tournament style game play.

That means winner moves
on, loser goes home.

- Oh. - Weeping in many cases.
- Bye-bye.

Chuey, I'm looking at you.

Remember last year?

Okay! So, this year, the
games are, drumroll please...

Running Charades,
Celebrity Marshmallow,

and Face the Cookie.

Cookie, yes! Yes!

All right, so everyone hydrate,

and I'm gonna put
you onto teams.

- What? No.
- Yeah.

You're-you're not
gonna take this one.

- We've been practicing. Okay.
- Wait, hold on.

If we have one
sip of alcohol, it's over.

You okay?

Uh, I'm a little, hmm...

"pissed" is the wrong word.

I am circling pissed.
I'm bordering pissed.

I am driving and
waving at pissed.

I... I'm hurt.

I'm hurt, yeah. I'm hurt, Lil.

Wait, because I'm
talking to Santi?

Of course it's not because
you're talking to Santi.

Look, I get it.
I like the guy.

He's very nice.
He's very smart.

And, you know, even I get
lost in those eyes sometimes,

but that is not it.

Then what is it?

I don't love that
you accepted his help

and you didn't accept mine.

The house thing?

That's totally different.

He presented an option
I hadn't thought about.

He's offering me guidance
so I can do this on my own.

Look.

I get that my
resources are money,

and his are time and energy,

and that might seem a
lot more noble, but...

Humor me. Okay?

My girlfriend just
turned down my help

and enthusiastically accepted
her ex-boyfriend's help,

in front of me and
her entire family,

at our first
Thanksgiving as a couple.

Shit.

I didn't realize that.

I was raised to accept the
ride but not the cab fare.

You know?

I am so sorry for not being more
sensitive to your generosity.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

All right.

Want to go kick some
ass at games together?

Yes.

Oh.

- Oh, look at that, we're on the same team.
- Aw!

- Oh. Hmm.
- Oh.

Oh, I am so sorry that
Santiago's on your team.

I picked names out
of a bowl, I swear.

The universe is using me as
an instrument of its fuckery.

- It's fine. Yeah.
- Yeah, absolutely.

Well, I could redo the teams.

- Great.
- No, it'll just be weirder.

- We're all adults here.
- Totally.

Good, 'cause I wasn't
gonna redo the teams.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

Uh, Juanes. No,
Los Tigres del Norte!

- Electric.
- Yeah.

- Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo!
- Yeah. You go! Yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

Sol, come on.

Why are you so mad at me?
I was standing up for you.

Because I didn't
ask you to do that.

In fact, I distinctly recall

asking you to do the opposite.

Okay, look, I
understand you're upset,

and I want to apologize, but...

But?

But I'm not sorry.

I-I don't regret what
I said to tía Carmela.

Not one bit.
Usually, I back down.

I-I try to let things go,
but I am done letting her

treat you that way
without any consequence.

Movie! Six words!

And were you thinking
about consequences

when you decided to stir the
pot and drive her to tears?

Now she's gone
full-blown drama queen.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?

¿Qué?

How are Carmelas's dramatics

a-and lack of boundaries
your responsibility?

She needs to own her behavior.

Oh, uh, second word, sunshine.

- Uh, uh, You Are My Sunshine?
- That's four words,

and sunshine is the second word.

"You Are the
Sunshine of My Life"?

- Tía Anita, that's not even a movie!
- Ay.

Get your head in the game, ¡tía!

- Ay, dale, dale, dale.
- Look.

Maybe we all wish tía Carmela
would change her ways,

but this is gonna domino-effect

until everyone in my
family is suffering.

Ooh, dusting off, dusting off?

Well, maybe your
family needs to learn

how to deal with
that differently,

because it's not cool,

and I'm gonna stand up
for the person I love.

Oh, you're bald. You're bald.

- You're bold.
- Mind.

Eternal Sunshine of
the Spotless Mind.

Yes!

Vamos a ganar, a ganar.

Vamos a ganar. ¡Vamos!

- We got this. We got this.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes. Let's go.

- Uh, film. Film.
- Movie.

- Uh, one word.
- One word. We got this. - One word.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Here we go.

- Here we go. Fargo? Jaws?
- Easy.

- Annie. Annie.
- Uh, ooh, Marry Poppins.

Dancing.

One word. One word. Dancing.

Uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, Sex and the City.

Paddington
2. Paddington 2.

Dude,
dude, dude, one word.

You can just say Paddington.

- Is it Paddington?
- Is it Paddington?

No, no, no! It's
not Paddington.

Okay, fresh start, fresh start.

- Cinderella! Cinderella.
- Yes, Santi!

- Go, Santi, yes, yes!
- That was it?

- Yes!
- What was that?

Oh, I was sick
with food poisoning

when we watched Cinderella.
I think we're gonna win!

Yay!

- Awesome.
- Yeah, go us.

Dude, what's with
Sex and the City?

The shoes are a very
important part of the story.

- Oh... - All right.
- Okay.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Film again. - Movie.
- Movie. Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, yeah.

Three words.

- Yeah, I know.
- First word.

- Girl.
- Uh...

- West Side Story?
- Yes!

- Yes, Santi! Yes!
- Let's go!

- How?
- I pointed west.

Yeah, but how did you
even know where west is?

It's west, man.

- We won! We won!
- Yay, we won!

- Yeah!
- We won! - Hmm.

- We won.
- We won.

We won.

- Tequila.
- Let's get tequila.

What are you, a mop?

'Cause you just wiped the
floor in that charades game.

Well, I didn't, but apparently

Lily and Santiago
are amazing together.

You okay, bud?

No.

Do you want to talk about it?

- Yeah.
- Okay, come on.

What's up?

Ah, honestly,
everything was cool.

It's just...

I'm starting to
feel uncomfortable

with Santiago being here.

Yeah. It's a lot.

I mean, you should've seen

the two of them playing
charades together, man.

It was just like...

Wh-What are you doing?

It's two peas in a pod, clearly.

Wow.

You really are
bad at game night.

Look, I wouldn't read too
much into the charades thing.

Lily would stop
at nothing to win.

- Mm.
- And, you know, it makes sense to get jealous

when an ex shows up, right?

But, rest assured, you
and Lil are the real deal.

- You think so?
- I know so.

- Come on.
- Okay.

And we got to
stop talking about this.

It's getting really old.

I'm going. Go.

Oh, oh, uh, Ashton Kutcher.

Ooh,
ooh, better. Oh, oh, oh!

- Michael Fassbender. Yes, yes, yes!
- Oh yeah.

- Good one.
- Yes, yes! Yes, yes! Yes, yes!

What?

Articulate!

In the zone, tía. In the zone.

Going down!

Be the cookie.

We practiced this. I'm
never gonna forgive you.

- No! - Oh!
- How could you?

My money's on Miles.

A surgeon must have dexterity
in their face, too, yeah?

I don't know. He's been
a little sloppy today.

You mean, what he said
to Carmela earlier?

I thought it was fantastic.

Look, I don't need any
more drama in my life.

I had enough of that growing up.

I see them all over
there whispering.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

They've moved on. They're
talking about Chuey.

He got his
L.A. girlfriend pregnant.

Look, I get that we're
protective of our own,

but sometimes tía Carmela
needs to just shut her mouth.

- Mm.
- What?

We can all be annoyed by her.

But if she needed us, we
would be there in a second.

But none of that means that
she gets to be shitty to you

and your partner, who loves you
and has to sit there and watch.

I like that he stood up for you.

- You do?
- Yeah.

And I know that
your mom would, too.

Look at him.

He's a keeper.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah, he is.

- Come on, Diaz.
- There she goes, there she goes, there she goes.

Ahí, ahí, ahí.

In your faces.

Come talk to me.

Listen, we shouldn't have come.

That's on me.

But I-I don't like to see
you all tortured like this.

I'm fine, papi.

Come on, youngblood,
you're lying.

I see the hurt in your
eyes when you look at her.

That's how I looked at your
mother when we first separated.

I know.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Cool, come on, let's
grab our coats.

- Marshmallow games, right?
- Hmm.

Okay, mi gente, shut your
traps. The tally's in.

By a mere two points,
the winner is...

Chuey Diaz!

¡Órale!

- That's right, baby!
- That's right. That's right.

Give me my belt.

Who's the man? Who's the man?

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry because
I didn't listen?

You were right,

and I lashed out at you,

which you didn't deserve.

You were just
trying to defend me,

and I appreciate it.

Well, I-I should've
been way more sensitive

about your family dynamics.

Yes, but...

you reminded me that I'm
allowed to hold my own

and stand up for myself,

which is way easier to do

with you by my side.

Wait, did we just have

a grossly mutual and
understanding makeup sesh?

I believe we did.

Maybe we should follow it up

with a grossly mutual and
understanding make-out sesh?

I mean, there's got to be at
least one empty room in here.

Here's to another
fantastic party.

- Yes.
- Well done.

I'm worried about the dishes.

Oh, hey, I wanted to thank
you for having us tonight.

Uh, we've got a job
early in the morning,

so we're gonna be heading out.

Of course, we
completely understand.

We're so happy that you came.

Please know that
you're always welcome.

That's kind. Thanks again.

Oh, uh, the rack got full,

so I moved your coats
into our bedroom.

I-I'll just go run
up and get them.

Oh, no, no. Don't worry
about it. I'll go grab it.

Okay, it's the first
door on your left.

Cool. I'll be right back, papi.

All right, cool.

Oh, and, uh, give
Gladys my love.

Thank her for me.

And tell her I'll
give her a call.

- Uh... Okay, stop it.
- Run. Just run, bro.

She's fine.

Hey, Santi.

Hey.

You were gonna leave
without saying goodbye?

I mean, things started
off a little weird,

but I think we ended
up having a good time.

We have this work
thing tomorrow, so...

On the day after Thanksgiving?

What do you want, Lily?

What do I want?
What do you want?

You're the one who came here.

Well, it was a mistake,
which is why I'm leaving.

I just want to make
sure we're cool.

We're cool.

If you came here to
say something, say it.

What do you want me to say?

That I came here
to get you back?

- Did you?
- What's the point?

- You're with somebody else now.
- I think I deserve to know.

And I think I deserved to
know you were seeing Nick.

You told me not to tell you.

I mean, it was your idea

not to talk about the
people we're dating.

Just let me leave.

It doesn't matter anymore.

What doesn't matter anymore?

You want to know? Fine.

I was wrong.

About us, about everything.

The more I've dated other women,

the more I've realized
they aren't you.

I see you everywhere I go.

At the gas station, at
the grocery store, I-I...

I can't, I
can't escape you.

But you know what, I'm
finally willing to admit

that I don't want to.

- Santiago, I...
- Look, I hated seeing you with him tonight.

I hated
every minute of it.

Because I love you, Lily.

I love you more than
I hate marriage.

What?

So, yeah, I-I came
here tonight because...

because I want to be with you.

Just say you want the same.

Wait, I...

I can't do this. I...

No, I shouldn't have...

- Jorge...
- No.

I don't want to hear it, Lily.

Just came to get
tía Anita's coat.

- Please let me explain...
- No.

Okay? Either you
tell Nick, or I will.

That was weird that
Jorge and Henry

didn't want to
walk back with us.

They were so big on
the quad couple thing.

Yeah.

You're quiet.

Hey, I know game
night is a big deal.

I'm sorry if I brought
the score down.

You know, I can take
an improv class.

Watch a bunch of
Nora Ephron movies.

I need to tell you something.

Okay.

Santiago kissed me.

What? When?

Like ten minutes ago.

Are you for real right now?

I am so sorry.

I had no idea he was gonna
be there tonight. I...

I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.

It just kind of sort of did.

Well, h-how does it just
kind of sort of happen?

As he was leaving, he
admitted he still loved me.

Okay, you know
what, fuck that guy.

- And he didn't mean to get between us.
- Really?

Because it sounds like
he kissed my girlfriend.

Yes, but...

I kissed him back.

Fuck.

- Lily.
- Look.

I'm not proud of it, but...

but, in the moment, I got lost.

It was a huge mistake,
and I am so sorry,

and I-I needed
to tell you. I...

I-I don't even know how to
respond to that right now.

Nick, I am so sorry. I...

You head on in.

I got to take a walk.

Alone.

Oh, no, did somebody
finish tía Anita's mole?

Uh, no.

I accidentally threw
it in a trash bag,

double-bagged it, and put
it in our neighbor's bin.

It will not be
traced back to us.

Oh, God, I love you so much.

In fact,

remember when we were talking
with Jorgito earlier about vows?

- Mm.
- Well, uh,

I got a little
something for you.

Oh, really?

Oh.

Beatriz Delgado,

the first time I
ever saw you smile,

you took my breath away.

And you have every day since.

And every night, too,
but that's mostly

because your elbow keeps
finding its way into my sternum.

Jorge.

- And I vow...
- Mm-hmm.

To always remember how
you take your coffee,

with just a drop of soy milk.

To protect you from any spiders
that dare enter our home.

To never, ever take
you for granted again.

And to love and
cherish you today,

tomorrow, forever.

Jorge.

I know, right?

Okay, um...

I did not get to plan ahead,

but, uh, let me
take a swing at it.

Oh.

- Ándale.
- Okay.

Jorge Diaz.

The first time you
ever said I love you,

you made me weak in the knees.

And it still does to this day.

And I-I can't believe
how lucky I am

that I get to wake up
to this hunk of a man

every single morning.

Morning breath and all.

Oh, well, hey, the
tongue scraper helps.

No, it really has.

Ooh, ooh.

I vow to always protect you

from tío Quique's
latest pyramid scheme.

And to always save you
the last piece of flan.

And to love and cherish you...

today, tomorrow, forever.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Are you gonna kiss
the bride or what?

♪ Whenever I'm alone with you ♪

Mmm.

- ♪ You make me feel...

Happy Thanksgiving, guapo.

No. Happy Turkey
Day, mi corazón.

Oh.

♪ Whenever I'm alone with you ♪

♪ You make me feel
like I am fun again ♪

♪ However far away ♪

♪ I will always love you ♪

♪ However long I stay ♪

♪ I will always love you ♪

- ♪ Whatever words I say ♪

Mmm.

♪ I will always love you ♪

♪ I will always love you ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll always love you ♪

♪ I will always love you ♪♪

Hey.

I'm sorry, I was just leaving.

No, don't.

I'm ready to talk.

Okay.

I'm not gonna lie,

it really hurts knowing that

you definitely still have
some feelings for Santiago.

- I didn't think I...
- But that's the thing.

I understand how complicated
this whole thing has been

and the history that
you two have together.

I don't like it.

But I get it.

That's incredibly
understanding of you.

And, uh, now I'm just
gonna need the truth.

So I need you to be
completely honest,

not just with me...

but with yourself.

Who do you want
to be with, Lily?

I want to be with you.

Why?

Because you're my best friend.

Because you make me feel

like the person I've
always wanted to be.

And maybe we're not ready to
move into a house together,

but I know you feel like home.

That's a good start.
Keep saying words.

I've known you for forever.

You've consistently
been there for me,

without hesitation.

You want what I want.

And more than that,

you don't make me feel
bad for wanting it.

I want you, Nick.

Even if that means not being
friends with Santiago anymore?

'Cause now that's
what I'm gonna need.

- Yes.
- Okay.

Okay. Okay. Yeah.

Wait. Really? That's it?

Yeah, yeah.

We're okay?

As far as I'm concerned, our
future can start right now.

- I love you.
- I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you so much.

- Mmm.
- Ah.

I love you.

Want to watch Top Chef?

Sure.

- I'm gonna get some water.
- Understandable.

I'll get it set up.

What are you doing here?

I'll be in the bedroom.

So?

I told him.

And?

And we had a... we
had a good talk.

Define "good talk."

He was very understanding.

He accepted my apology,
and we're starting fresh.

Wow.

Well, he may have forgiven
you, but I haven't.

Excuse me?

I knew this was gonna happen,

and I allowed myself
to get excited,

but deep down I knew you
were gonna screw over Nick.

Did-did you not hear me?
We're staying together.

Right. For now.

'Cause you're just doing
damage control. You're messy.

- But I just cleaned it up.
- Oh, please.

God, you're still in
love with your ex,

and you're using Nick
as a placeholder,

until you figure it out.

That is so not fair.

You don't know the full story.

Then spare me.

Well, I'm sorry my
first real boyfriend

didn't turn into my fiancé.

And I'm sorry I had to
struggle with my career

because Dad didn't hand me the
keys to the family business.

Everything just
falls into your lap.

So you have no idea

how easy you have it, Jorgito.

It must be real nice to judge
up there from that high horse.

So the pretty, straight
girl is gonna tell me

that my life is easy.

That's rich.

You're such a cliché, Lily.

Henry was my first
real boyfriend,

because every other man
that I was interested in

was either a homophobe
or closeted or both.

So I have had to work twice
as hard on this relationship

to make it work
because, guess what,

relationships are work,

which you would
know nothing about.

You're so wrapped up
in your fairy tale

and your fantasy that you
refuse to grow the fuck up.

And, guess what, Lil,
it's not cute anymore.

You are not cute anymore.

Oh, says the precious baby
boy who can do no wrong.

I've literally been the
grown -up our entire life,

taking care of you!

I'd appreciate a little
grace as a sister,

who was in the bathroom with
you picking up the pieces

every time you had boy issues.

You know, it-it's good to
know the kind of person

my brother is now that the
bad shoe is on my foot.

This isn't some
random boy, Lily.

Nick is my best friend!

Do you really not see
how this is different?

I don't think that
you fully grasped

how big of a deal this is.

Your mess, it doesn't
just affect you.

It affects me, too!

And when you fuck this up,
which you inevitably will,

we'll all be cleaning
up the mess, forever.

So, Nick may trust you...

Congratu-fucking-lations...
But I don't.

- Fuck you.
- Yeah. Fuck you.

GloNation! Yay!