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Okay, so, what did he say?

That he was coming to town for a meeting

and... asked me to
go to dinner Thursday.

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

Thursday?! It's Valentine's Day!

He asked you to dinner
on Valentine's Day!

No, he probably doesn't even
know it's Valentine's Day.

Well, if he doesn't know
that it's Valentine's Day,

then he's not in a relationship.

Uh, I-I don't think Carrie wants
to hear the inner machinations...

Well, wait, wait, wait.
N-n-n-n-not so fast.

- How so?
- A girlfriend would be letting him know.

So, the way I see it,
either "A," he knows

and he has asked you to
dinner on Valentine's Day,

or "B," he doesn't know,

and he doesn't have a girlfriend.

I think he doesn't know.

And therefore, doesn't
have a girlfriend?

Possibly. I mean, why else
would he be asking me to dinner?

And full disclosure...

yeah, I knew it was Valentine's Day

when I wrote... back "yes" to his email.

So, what about you?

What are your plans for Valentine's Day?

- Any new ladies on the horizon?
- No.

And why do you assume
only ladies on the horizon?

Should we not be assuming only ladies?

Honestly, I have no idea.

It was Che that I was drawn
to, and they're non-binary.

It's not like I was married to Steve

and fantasizing about
Brady's friend Drew's hot mom.

But ya pulled that
name up pretty quickly.

Well, she's clearly
hot. Everyone knows that.

- Is she single?
- You don't even know if she's gay.

You don't even know if you're gay.

And as your very good
friend for over 25 years,

I just think you should figure it out,

so that you can find love again.

You're like Cupid on steroids.

So, we were thinking on Thursday,

we could get together
for a few cocktails.

Yeah, we haven't had a night out,

just the three of us, in forever.

Doesn't that sound fun?

Actually, it sounds more
like my married girlfriends

are worried I'm alone on
my first Valentine's Day

since my Andre breakup.

- I'll pay for the drinks.
- I'm fine.

I have the perfect evening planned.

I'm gonna stay at home and
make myself a chocolate souffle.

I'm having a "me-vening."

- A "me-vening"?
- F... fine. We'll come to Brooklyn.

- No! You're stuck with your husbands.
- Fuck.

So, we don't think we should have
to wear these uniforms in winter.

You don't think the waitresses at
Hooters wear puffy coats, do ya?

Good meeting. Back to the bread.

Hotfellas Bakery. Yes, this is he.

She did? She did?!

She does?!

Yes, we can talk details
on a follow-up call.

Thank you!

Drew Barrymore loved the
bread basket I sent over

and she thinks it
would be fun to have me

and a Hotfella on for Valentine's Day!

Which one of you delivered the basket?

Me.

Uh, that better be insulin.

It's H.G.H. My calves
are under-performing.

I mean, look at these guys.

Nope. Uh-uh.

This isn't the Moscow Olympics.

I run a clean business.
Hang up your onesie and go.

- You serious?
- It's a morning show.

Orange juice and juice-heads
do not go together.

Hey, just to be clear...

no one doing human growth
hormone can be a Hotfella.

- Fuck it then. Yeah.
- Okay.

- I'm goin' to the gym.
- I...

Leave the uniforms!

- Rock is really somethin' of a celebrity, huh?
- I know, it's crazy!

I mean, just the one
Ralph Lauren campaign

and already we have interest

from all three top modeling agencies.

And the Instagram I made for
them already has 3,000 followers.

It took me a year to get half
that many for Richard Burton.

Have you seen Mr. Burton's latest

"countdown to V-Day" post?

- No, sorry. I'm behind.
- Oh! That's okay, no worries.

I can show it to you.

Look!

Look.

Aw. Aw! Aw.

- Can the girl not stand up on her own?
- Who?

Herbert Jr.'s girlfriend, Baxter.

- She's always hangin' all over him.
- Oh.

Oh, hell no. It's a
schoolyard, and it's 3:30!

- Uh-oh.
- Hi!

Mom, I didn't know you were still here.

Oh, I'm here. And so are
all these other people.

As well as the scouts from Harvard.

- We're all here.
- Hi, Mrs. Wexley. I love your purse.

Thank you, Baxter. I love it, too.

Because it has a strap,
and my hand is free

to not hold it all the time in public.

Mommy!

Hi, baby. Seriously... it's 3:30.

Oh, that was so good.

Ooh.

- Uh...
- Hey, I have a question to ask you,

but I didn't wanna put
us off our cheeseburgers.

- Ooh, what is it?
- Is Miranda ghosting me?

- Define "ghosting."
- O-kay. That's a big yes.

Bummer. I thought we ended pretty well.

Well, she didn't say anything,

but that is kind of her M.O.

- Mm.
- You know, with her exes.

You know, if things don't...

Something doesn't work out for her,

she gets very, um, introspective...

Carrie, I really appreciate the info,

but I don't need to hear
a Ted Talk on Miranda.

Okay, good, 'cause I
really don't wanna give one.

No, I was just... I was asking

because she left a box of
her shit at my apartment.

- Oh.
- And I need to clear it out, uh, to Airbnb it, so.

Wait, you're, you're Airbnb-ing?

Yeah, I have to. No real cash comin' in.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh, my God. I thought it was a rat.

Hey! Hey, buddy.

Come here. Come here.

- Come on.
- Che, Che, Che, Che.

Che, che, you can't go around
just touching random animals.

Yeah, it's okay. I used to do this.

- Used to do what?
- Hey.

There you go, Mr. Sprinkles.

Hey... there she is.

Uh, I thought I told your ass not
to bring me any more charity cases.

But this one is so cute!

I mean, look at her cute, little paws!

You got some of your Hollywood
money to patch up what's wrong

- with little miss cutie paws?
- Hollywood broke up with me, Judy.

- I think you'll survive.
- Oh!

I was talkin' to the dog, not you.

- Oh.
- Let me have a look.

- I found her three blocks from here.
- Mm.

You picked the wrong one, sweetie.

Next time, you need to
limp your pathetic ass

through a better neighborhood.

"Awoof. Why couldn't a
rich white lady pick me up?"

"Instead of some busted,
broke-ass stand-up comic.

Awooo."

- Aww. Mm.
- Oh, thank you.

- You're the best.
- Ah. Shut up before I change my mind.

Hey... if you're really broke,

I never cleaned out your locker.

Not 'cause I'm sentimental,

- 'cause I'm lazy.
- Full-time? With benefits?

Full-time, uh, plus whatever it
costs to patch up this damn dog.

Dr. Fisher and I could
use some extra hands.

- Hm.
- And I can always use a laugh.

Know anyone who's funny?

No.

Oh, my God! Look at this place!

February also happens to
be Black History Month,

but all we ever get are
two shelves and a table.

And there is it. Two
shelves... and the table.

Yep.

- Oh, my God.
- Am I a lesbian?

Uh, wh... Is that a new children's book?

Seriously.

I don't even know what
LGBTQIA dating sites to go on.

It's like a cruise
ship buffet of choices.

Uh, lesbian, bisexual,

cis couples seeking bisexuals.

The only two categories
I can comfortably rule out

are Black People Meet and GayDaddy.com.

Well, as I tell my students, uh,

- when they are doing their papers...
- Yeah.

Explore the topic,

do the research, cite the examples.

- I only have one example.
- Okay, well, then you're gettin' an F.

You're right.

I'm like one of those
floundering students

that doesn't even know
what major to declare.

Yeah, well, I know what I'm looking for.

And that's a soufflé cookbook
that doesn't intimidate.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

"He came towards her
in an agitated manner...

and thus... began.

In vain have I struggled.

It will not do.

My feelings will not be repressed.

You must allow me to
tell you how ardently

I admire and love you.

Elizabeth's astonishment
was beyond expression.

She stared, colored,
doubted, and was silent."

Oh, um, excuse me, Amelia.

I love the way you read.

I listened to the entire
Jane Austen audiobook series

that you recorded,

and I was, uh,

listening to you read just now inside.

Yes, I noticed you.

- You, you noticed me?
- Right away.

There's something so alluring
about a beautiful woman...

not wearing a hat from
the Regency period.

I'm a total "Austen-head,"

but not to that hat-frenzy level.

Anyway, I, um... I-I used
to run listening to her,

uh, listening to you, reading her.

You ran to period prose
instead of say, Bruno Mars?

The miles just flew by, and,
and when I needed to push,

you really got me going.

I got ya going? I
like the sound of that.

So, you know my name.

What's yours?

- I'm Miranda.
- Miranda.

Prospero's daughter in "The Tempest."

Yes, but in Brooklyn, in the cold.

I don't know if what I'm
gonna say is appropriate,

so forgive me if it's not, but...

Miranda...

you've really got me going as well.

It's appropriate.

So, I asked her out for Thursday night,

but with that voice, I almost jumped her

right then and there in
front of the bookstore.

- It is on!
- "It's on"?

Maybe, um, maybe you
should check the manual

and make sure that that's
a lesbian-approved phrase.

Ya know, I've always been sort of

turned on by those
Jane Austen audiobooks,

and I thought it was the words,

but maybe it was really Amelia Carsey.

No, seriously, her name's Carsey?

Is Ms. Carsey your Mr. Darcy?

God, I hope not!

I don't want years of torment,

I just want one night of great sex.

So, you have Great Sexpectations?

I know that's Dickens, but I can't pun

"Mansfield Park."

Carrie, I was like a whole new me.

I saw her, I wanted her, I went for it.

And I got her!

So, now I know.

Strong, sexy, women are my thing.

I'm done with Dickens.

Look at us! We both have hot
dates for Valentine's Day!

And we are 56 years old!

Wow. Lesbian Miranda's a lot.

You're asleep?

Well, not anymore.

Honey, it's 4:30!

Don't nap-shame me.

I just needed to close
my eyes for a few minutes.

Okay, well, please go
on OpenTable right now

and find us a place to have
dinner on Valentine's Day.

Ugh, that's the worst night of the year.

What a lovely sentiment.

You know what I mean.

They gouge you with those
Valentine's night prices.

Two years ago, we dropped 500 bucks

on a steak, wine, and mousse,

and we vowed "never again."

Well, Lily is having an
"F the boys" dinner party,

and told me that we can't
be here, so start looking.

Sounds like an "F the
parents" dinner party to me.

Blake broke up with her

- two weeks before Valentine's Day.
- Mm-hmm.

So if she wants to have an "F the boys"

girls night with the
cool girls from school,

then I'm like, "F us."

Since when do you care so much about her

and the cool girls from school?

Since those mean seniors made
fun of her original music.

Oh, I saw that one comin'.

A song called "The Power of Privilege"

practically has a "kick
me" sign on its back.

Every place is booked.

Oop, oop, oop. Wait, wait, wait.

I see a 5:30 at Gotham downtown.

Oh, no, that's too early.

I've gotta take Rock on
all those agency meetings.

- Keep looking.
- I think we should take that 5:30.

Every place is gonna be the same.

Okay, I'll make it work.

Well... I... just got us

a table at Monkey Bar on Thursday night.

No!

- Yes.
- They're totally booked.

How much money did you
have to throw around?

Let's just say that Henry is
no longer goin' to college,

a... and neither is Gabby.

Mom and Dad, good news.

Whatever it is, we got no cash.

No, but listen, all right?

Baxter's mom and dad got us a suite

at the Mandarin Oriental
for Valentine's Day.

- No, they didn't.
- Yeah, Mom, they did.

Here, let me show you
the text Baxter sent.

No, I don't think you understand.

I said, "No, they did not,"

because you are not going.

We can't even talk about it?

We just did. That's not happenin'.

- You embarrassed me at school, Mom.
- No...

- you embarrassed yourself.
- No, Dad,

she totally called me out in front
of Baxter and, like, everyone.

Your son's girlfriend
practically had her hand

down his pants in public!

Is it too late for me not to be here?

No, her hand was on my belt, Mom.

- Why are you so uptight?
- Hey.

I mean, seriously, why
can't we go to the Mandarin?

I mean, now we have nowhere
to hang for Valentine's Day!

Why don't you hang here?

You'll have the place to yourselves.

Your mother and I are goin' to dinner

and your brother and
sister have sleepovers.

Fine.

No, call him back.

Because you forgot to
tell him that it was

okay to fuck in our bed.

'Cause that's happening.

This girl has no boundaries.

They are not gonna have sex in our bed.

His? Definitely. But not ours.

And this is not about me being
uptight about him having sex.

I was totally fine with
his last girlfriend.

It's just this one.

She acts like he's her
property or something.

Well, he is not her property
and he's not your property.

Right?

Okay, well, I'm gonna
take that as a "yes."

Drew Barrymore is tomorrow

and I don't have a Hotfella.

Wait, I'm confused.

Don't you have Hotfellas
that didn't walk out?

Yeah, but they're all porn-star
hot, not morning-mom hot.

What is morning-mom hot?

Look, the show's audience

is moms folding laundry at home.

They need romance, fantasy.

It's more "kiss me" than "fist me."

Anthony, I am in a card store!

I can't go on the show alone.

They want a Hotfella wearing
the Hotfellas uniform.

I am so screwed.

Maybe not.

I just sent you a picture of someone
here who might be able to do it.

What? You found Romeo in a card store?

You found fuckin' Romeo in a card store!

Oh, my God! He's gorgeous! Char, Char!

You have to make this happen.
Tell him I'll pay anything.

Listen, I don't think we're
gonna have to go that far

because he is selling poems
in a card store for a dollar.

For a sweet woman,
you're rough sometimes.

Good luck. Call me back.

Okay.

Buongiorno. Would you like a love poem?

Oh, is that a real Italian accent?

Yes. Why would it not be real?

Oh, I-I just thought
that you were an actor

just doing an accent for the job.

No, I'm not an actor. I'm a poet.

So, a dollar a poem?

What if I pay you $300,

but you don't have to write 300 poems.

I would want you to do
something else for that money.

Oh, no, no. Oh, no,
no. Nothing like that.

Nothing like that. No,
no. I'm married with kids.

So, was the woman who wanted to buy me

a cashmere sweater this morning.

- When are you gonna be on?
- Next.

I'm so excited, too.

The stage manager lady
just came over and said

we'd be on the next segment.

Giuseppe's puttin' on the uniform now.

He is perfect for Drew.

He's sweet, sexy, nothing in your face.

It's okay?

Anthony? Anthony, are you there?

Yeah... it's okay.

Alright, and we're back,
ladies and gentlemen,

with Anthony Marantino
of Hotfellas Bakery

right here in New York City.

Now, your bread is so delicious,

but where did you come
up with the fun name?

Well, Drew, who doesn't love a
Hotfella delivering hot bread?

Uh, no one.

And, actually, Anthony, um, brought

one of his Hotfella
delivery men here, right?

- We've got Giuseppe?
- Yes, we do.

Well, should we invite him out?

Without further ado,
please welcome Hotfella

Giuseppe!

Oh, my God. That is a big basket.

It has all my bread selections.

- Big basket.
- Big basket!

- Giuseppe.
- He's adorable, isn't he?

And, uh, uh, much like our audience,

uh, who started with a, a sourdough, uh,

- starter in the pandemic, so did you.
- Yes, I did,

but it got outta that Tupperware

and it just kept on growing.

Well, how big do you
think it's gonna get?

Honestly, I don't know.

I'm surprised it's this big.

I think it's gonna be huge.

We're a hit! Hotfellas'
Instagram is blowing up!

"Hot," "Hot," "Hawt."

"Is he gluten-free?"

- That's cute.
- Here is your uniform. Ciao.

Wait... what do you mean "ciao"?

I just got your Venmo, so, ciao.

In the last hour, I
got 100 bread orders,

and they're all expecting
someone "hot, hot, hawt"

- to deliver them.
- It's New York.

There are plenty of hot, hot, hawt guys.

Not like you. I'll pay
you whatever you want.

I'm not a prostitute. I'm a poet.

And I'm a convict! In
jail for false advertising.

Giuseppe... please. For a week.

Just until I get on the other side

of this Valentine's Day bump.

Then you can go poet your ass off.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

if you don't say yes, I'll kill myself.

- That doesn't even rhyme.
- Well...

you're the poet.

- One week.
- Thank you.

Is he here? Is he still here?

Ah, man, I'm too late.
He already changed.

Ah, oh well.

Oh, hey, Uh, ya know, I'm
not really eating carbs,

but I liked your bread.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You know, it's also good in a wool pant.

I've been, like, you
know, floating around,

so looking forward to this dinner,

and then the minute he
sent the time and the place,

suddenly, I'm very nervous.

Well, I'm glad you called.

An emergency massage is
precisely what my drawer

full of spa gifts are made for.

I don't know. What if he's
different? What if I'm different?

I've had, like, a whole life, you know?

What if it's just... it's too much time?

We haven't laid eyes on
each other in 13 years.

- Thirteen years.
- No worries there. You look amazing.

- Mm.
- The big question is,

how do you think he's going to look?

- Mm.
- Case in point,

when I dated this man many years ago,

he was a total John Kennedy.

- Hm.
- Bumped into him recently, late-stage Ted.

Hello, welcome. How can I help you?

I made an appointment for massages.

Seema Patel, 2:30.

Wonderful. One couple's massage.

Oh, no, sorry. We're not a couple.

Oh, uh, sorry. It, it says "two."

Yes. Two people. Separate massages.

There's been a misunderstanding.

We're only doing couples massages today

- because of the holiday.
- What holiday?

- Valentine's Day.
- And I repeat: what holiday?

Last I looked, it was Thursday.

Banks are open, mail's being delivered.

Well, it's just... something nice we do

on this day to celebrate couples.

Why? Mm, aren't they celebrated enough?

- Seema, I don't need a massage.
- You do.

- She does.
- I have a solution.

Can you pretend to be a couple?

I can't. I'm too busy pretending

not to be outraged.

It's just... We are fully booked.

How can you be fully booked?

I just called, and made a reservation.

Yes, for two.

And all of our massage spaces today

are booked for two tables.

So, where on this very
expensive gift card

does it list the blackout
dates for fake holidays?

It's just our policy... for today.

Understood. So, do you have a date

set aside where you ban couples?

No, because single
people have rights, too.

Seema, h-honestly, let's just,
let's just go grab a glass of wine.

I'm al... I'm already too tense.

I really can't handle a
February 14th spa insurrection.

I'm taking this to Yelp.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Sorry.

Have a seat.

It is 1:40. Our appointment
was for one o'clock.

- This is disrespectful.
- They'll get to us.

But when? I took you out
of science lab for this.

I mean, who do they think they are?

We're not even in Manhattan.

Yeah, this is the cool agency.

Well, it is not cool to keep
us waiting over half an hour.

- I'm gonna say something.
- You already did.

Hi again. We need to be seen now.

Um... they are before you.

Well, are they on charging
stations all over the city?

Are they in a Ralph Lauren campaign?

Mom!

We cannot wait any longer.

Rock has other appointments today

at IMG and Elite in Manhattan.

We're gonna go. Come on! Come!

Well, I really like
the women at Elite, too,

but since both big agencies want us,

we just have a decision to make.

- I made a decision.
- Oh, really? Which one, Elite or IMG?

Neither. I don't wanna do this anymore.

Wait, what?!

It's not fun, and you
were kinda gross today.

Real "Dance Mom" vibes.

I think I was hypoglycemic.

You said I could stop
modeling if I wanted to stop.

I wanna stop.

But what about all
the time and the effort

that we put into it?

And what about your
3,000 Instagram followers?

I have nothing to do with that.

You do. And now you can devote
more time with your other client.

What other client?

That one.

♪ Hi, I'm the problem, it's me ♪

Lily! That music is a little loud!

Mom! Go! You're ruining the mood.

- I just got home.
- You said you wouldn't be here.

Fine, fine. But look, I got you
girls a Valentine's Day cake.

We don't need it. Kara made brownies,

and there's way too many as it is.

Now, please go!

- ♪ Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby ♪
- Mom! Go!

Harry, we've gotta go!

And the more I think about them,

the madder I get.

I didn't even take time for lunch today

because I was so busy running
around to all of Rock's appointments,

and getting that surprise
special cake for Lily,

which then she basically spat on

before she kicked me out of my own home.

It's 5:45. How can seating
be backed up already?

And you don't wanna be a model, fine!

Just do me a favor and tell me

before I make the effort of getting you

a blue checkmark on fucking Instagram!

Honey, you gotta calm down.

Gonna give yourself a heart attack.

Harry... Harry.

I feel like something's really wrong.

You mean besides the
fact that the hostess

won't make eye contact with me?

Okay, we'll text you.

Maybe I'm having low blood sugar,

but I suddenly feel really weird.

Weird, weird how?

Like, tingling in my face, and... Whoa.

- I can feel my blood.
- What, what?

What do you mean you
can feel your blood?

And my mouth feels really weird.

Am I slurring my words?

- What, like a stroke?!
- Oh, my God!

- Am I having a stroke?
- Okay, okay, okay.

Here we go. Here we go. Excuse me?!

Sir, I already told you,

- I'm doing the best...
- My wife is having a stroke.

- Do you really think that's gonna work?
- Call a fucking ambulance!

She said her face was tingling.

Uh, she said she could feel her blood.

- I could! I could!
- That can't be good, right?

Oh, boy. Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Sir, you can't ride in the back.

- This is the love of my life!
- You'll be fine up front.

- I love you so much, Harry!
- I love you, too, baby!

Don't you leave me now!

If I die, please let Carrie
pick out what I'm buried in!

Is she gonna die?

I don't think so.

Um, babe... what are you doing?

I'm booby-trapping our bed.

Because if these pillows are
different when we get home...

I'll know they were
here and I'll have proof.

- Proof of what?
- That I am not uptight

and that Baxter has some
serious boundary issues.

Okay, Lis, you do you,

but that's not so much

a booby trap as it is a booty trap.

Exactly.

Oh, w... Look at you.

I see someone has finally
declared a major in "hot mama."

My lady just texted me to not
meet her at the restaurant,

but to come to her
place for dinner instead.

Are you okay with that?

Oh, my God, yes! It's so refreshing.

And, dare I say, quite scandalous.

Okay, well, I'm outta here.

You sure you're gonna be okay tonight?

Me? Oh, so okay.

Me and chocolate, a
match made in heaven.

You go get your A-plus in

"Queer Sexuality and
19th Century Literature."

Tally-ho.

- Hi.
- Buongiorno.

Um, a reservation for Aidan Shaw.

It's a party of two, eight o'clock.

Yes, sure. Come, come.

This way.

Here we go.

Oh, okay.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, there will be,
there'll be two of us.

Thank you.

So...

- ya didn't have a stroke.
- Oh, thank God.

You do have a pretty significant
amount of THC in your bloodstream.

- What?
- I see it more and more.

People in your age group
haven't quite learned

how to... navigate the power of a gummy.

She doesn't do gummies.

She won't even take a Tylenol PM.

Y-Ya gotta run some more tests.

I know for a fact my wife is not high.

Wait, wait, Harry.

I might be.

Before dinner, I ate a homemade brownie

that one of Lily's new
friends brought over.

Oh, yeah, "space cake." Mystery solved.

Okay, um,

finish these fluids. I'll
fill out the discharge orders,

and you can, uh, go
home and sleep it off.

- Thanks, Doctor.
- Yeah, take care.

Well... at least you're not dyin'.

I'm gonna kill our oldest,

but at least you're not dyin'.

Honey...

when I was in that ambulance,

my life flashed in front of me,

and I didn't like what I saw.

I'm a "mom-ager" for
Rock, a maid for Lily,

and, and a pimp for Anthony?

What happened?

- Where am I in all this?
- Honey...

- you're here.
- No.

No, I'm not.

I am gonna call Mark Kassabian,

and I'm gonna ask him if
the job that he offered me

at the gallery is still available.

I have got to get back to me.

And it's not just the pot talking.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh, my God.

What?

Excuse me? Excuse me? Sorry.

Um, I hate to be this person,

- but... my phone just died, and...
- Same as mine.

Here.

Here.

Thank you so much. I'm
waiting for someone,

and... he's running a little late,

and I ju...

Just make sure he's on his way.

'Scuse me.

Thanks.

Delicious.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi, come on in.

Thank you so much for
the change of plans.

Uh, I ran behind doing a
series of drops for PBS,

and I-I just needed all
the time I could get.

Oh, you record right here?

Yeah. I mean, it started
during the pandemic...

- Oh!
- Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry. You know what?

That is usually in the shower,

but Pickles is hiding in there.

She does not like people.

But no worries, no worries.
I'll, um, uh, you know what?

No worries. I'll just...
I'll clean it up later.

- Can I take your, uh, coat?
- Sure. Thanks.

Wow, Miranda.

To quote Mrs. Bennet in "P and P:"

"How can you be so teasing?"

Oh, I think I just...

- What?
- Yeah, I just stepped in cat poo.

Um, oh, fuck. Fuck me!

I left the sheets in the laundry room.

Um, I'm... You know what? I'm
just gonna run down and get 'em.

Uh, listen. Um, there are, uh... menus.

Just choose whatever you want,

and we'll do Grubhub
either before or after.

So, whatever you want.

A... Oh, you know what? Do you, um...

do you have any quarters,
uh, just in case?

'Cause, you know, flannel
sheets always take longer.

- I-I'm fresh out.
- Uh, I...

I-I don't think that I do.

It's fine. You know what?

I'll just go to the
bodega on the corner.

It's no biggie. Um... just, uh, yeah.

Make yourself comfortable.
I'll see ya soon.

- Hm.
- All quiet on the pillow front?

Maybe she cracked my code.

Baby, admit it. The only
boundary issues that girl has

are sexual ones, and that bothers you.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Wexley.

Um, I just wanted to get a pic

with this awesome purse for my Insta.

- Hope it's okay.
- No...

Baxter, it is not okay.

That is my property. This is my space.

- So... please go.
- Mom.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Dad, say something.

Come on.

- M'kay.
- Baby.

You are on your own, boy.

You know, sex is one thing,
but your mother's closet?

Have you lost your mind?

Aidan's 30 minutes late.

He, he wouldn't stand me up, would he?

No, Aidan's a good guy. Did ya call him?

The number I have isn't good anymore.

- Mm.
- I don't know. Maybe he got cold feet.

It's understandable. I thought
about staying home, too.

Oh... I wish I'd had that thought.

Oh, my God! I totally
forgot you're on your,

you're on your hot date with Ms. Darcey.

Go, go. I'm sorry. Go.

She isn't here. Neither is Jane Austen.

Unless Miss Austen forgot
to clean her litter box.

Amelia is off getting quarters
to dry her flannel sheets.

And I really need to pee,

but her freak of a cat attacked
me when I went in the bathroom.

Carrie, I may be
different, but dating isn't.

It's still a shit show. A cat shit show.

Well, do you have to stay?

What?

Do you have to stay?

Ya know what?

I don't.

35-year-old straight Miranda would stay,

but 56-year-old lesbian
Miranda wouldn't.

I'll tell her I'm allergic to cats!

- Yeah, and dating.
- Ugh, I better go.

I don't wanna run
into her on the stairs.

Should I leave, too?

Wait.

- Oh, it's a text from him.
- See? Good guy.

- Have fun.
- Bye. Bye.

Um...

"I'm here... where are you?"

Well...

"I'm here. Where are you?"

"Re... "

"Red booth"?

Excuse me, excuse me, is,
is this 60 West 55th Street?

Next door.

Oh.

Okay. Thank you.

What are the chances...

this would ever happen?

Hi.

How do you look exactly the same?

I, uh, I lost 40 pounds

since I emailed you last week.

I was sorry to hear about John.

I wanted to write you,

but I didn't know if I should.

But I was thinkin' about you.

Thank you.

I read your book about it.

And it was sad and... it was beautiful.

Well... it was sad...

not beautiful.

But, time, you know?

I'm better.

Yeah, well, uh, I'm
very glad to hear that.

Anyone new in your life?

I... I couldn't find
that information online.

No. No, no one new.

- You?
- Nope.

That's why I gained those 40 pounds.

Man, sittin' here with you.

It's like 10 years just...

I thought maybe you stood me up.

- I thought you stood me up.
- No... mm-mm.

We're on the same page.

We're on the same page.

I got a bottle opener.

Okay.

- I know how to slap 'em off.
- I know you do.

Hey, you...

- you still live here?
- Yeah, I moved back.

It's a story... Come on up.

When you said "Go back to your place,"

I-I just thought ya
had a different place.

What's happening now?

At the restaurant, I
just thought how... great,

this f... this feels really great.

We're back where we started.

But this is where we ended

with the... fuckin' wall
I couldn't break through,

and those floors, remember
the floors that... I redid?

I mean, it's all bad. And
it's just... It's all in there.

Okay, yes, it's...

it's the same place, but...

but we're not in the same place.

And really, uh, it, it, it
doesn't even look the same.

It's... Like, I-I hung
wallpaper and I've repainted.

And it wasn't all bad, Aidan, was it?

Are you listening?

Yeah, I am. I'm, I'm, I'm listening.

I just can't do it. I...

No matter how much I want to...

I can't go in there again with all that.

I'm never goin' in there again.

I thought it felt too easy, too.

I understand.

I do.

I guess time doesn't heal everything.

No matter how much you want it to.

Shit.

I-I should go. I...

Hey, fuck it.

This is New York.

They have hotels, right?

And just like that...

Aidan and I were back on the same page.

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