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Oh, she's here.

Hey, ladies. I'm sorry.
The audience is full for today.

Please come back tomorrow.

- Baking dish?
- The left holds more heat.

Live in two. I need
you in the chair.

Did you get
the sodium chloride?

- Of course.
- Roma or San Marzano?

Roma.
Thank you, James.

You never
answered my question

about the Presto sponsorship.
And I know how you feel about...

I will start
the show with it, Walter.

Really? You're not
just saying that?

Oh, good Lord. Thank you.

Uh, cans are on the counter.

Don't forget to smile from time
to time. Have a great show. Bye.

- What kind of salt did she want?
- Uniodized. I went with kosher.

Oh.

It's all gotta be
perfect. Labels out.

Uh, it's all in the cue cards.

- Oh, don't worry, Walter.
- She's got it.

Welcome, ladies. The
show's about to start.

Big smiles. Energy. Happy.

Energy. Big smiles. All of you.

And rolling.

We're live in five,
four, three...

Welcome, viewers.

My name is Elizabeth Zott,
and this is Supper at Six.

See this?

Presto Soups. Cooks so
quick, it's done in a presto.

- That's my line.
- It is a real time-saver.

And that's because it's full of
chemicals. And not the good kind.

- Hmm?
- There will be a surprise indeed.

Feed enough of it to your loved
ones, and they'll die off,

saving you tons of time

because you won't have
to feed them anymore.

Today we will be making
a fan-favorite, lasagna,

but we will be testing
a new variable.

Caring for loved ones takes work.

Real work.

Anyone who tells you
differently does not cook dinner

for a family of
five every night.

So let's make something hearty.
Let's make something delicious.

Let's make something that
keeps our family alive

and gives us
leftovers for a week.

Let's get started, shall we?

Mmm.

Miss Zott? Miss Zott?

Good morning, Miss Frask.

I hope you'll sign up for the
Little Miss Hastings Pageant.

Uh, you know, your lab is
in between secretaries,

and your fellas really
could use a contestant.

I am not a secretary.

Well, you know, lab techs
can participate too.

It's any female support staff.

Thank you, but pageants
are not my idea of fun.

Oh. What... What is?

Hmm. Well, I have recently become
fascinated by archaebacteria,

whose cell membranes are ether-link
foster lipids as opposed to bacteria,

whose cell membrane are
ester-link foster lipids.

I also like to cook.

Let me know if you
change your mind.

I won't, but thank you.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have a lot to clean up
before the chemists arrive.

I'm gonna put you
down as a "maybe."

I'm not to be disturbed!

Dr. Evans? It's Dr. Donatti.

One minute.

You're not dressed.

Uh, well, in some cultures, I
would be considered overdressed.

You missed our monthly
board meeting again.

Because
I've been hard at work.

Everyone is anxiously
awaiting your results.

And everyone will have to wait.

You will be ready to
submit your proposal...

for the Remsen Foundation grant, right?

Because those grants keep
the lights on around here.

I can think of a few lights
that would be best left off.

Now, if you and your foot
will please excuse me.

You do understand that
I'm your boss, right?

Fire me.

Honey, can you
clean this up for me?

And bring me those
beakers I asked for?

Oh, and, sweetheart, I
could use another cup of joe

when you're done with that.

It'll be a few minutes. You
could go to the cafeteria.

But it's not
your special beaker brew.

Zott?

Yes, Dr. Powers?

I've run it three times.
What am I missing?

You're not seeing conversion of the
carbonyl group into an imine group.

Right, I just...

You forgot the acid catalyst.

Thanks. I got it.

Gentlemen, can you
believe this shit?

I don't get it.

What does Evans have that
any of us don't have?

He's a
shoo-in for the Nobel.

The Nobel
Prize is overrated.

It says, "Calvin Evans is the
Richard Feynman of chemistry."

Doesn't give him an excuse
to hoard all our supplies.

How much ribose does one guy need?

Well, Evans better
watch his back

because young Boryweitz is
coming for his grant this year.

Good luck with that, buddy.

Looks like it's a rip-off
of Vauquelin's research.

- I'm building on his work.
- Hmm. An homage.

From 1806.

Hand to God, you got a
better chance of winning

the Little Miss Hastings Pageant.

- Right.
- Well, that is unless, uh,

- Zott here decides to enter. Huh, boys?
- Come on, sweetie. Huh?

Was it something I said?

- So I said to Robert...
- Fran now calls him Robert.

I said to Dr. Donatti
that, you know,

this pageant needs to be sophisticated,
needs to be elevated. It needs pizzazz.

What it needs is an open bar.

- I'm not a miracle worker.
- Yes, you are.

Well, you know what? I might be.

Because, um, I'm excited
to say that he agreed

to an evening gown category,

before talent and
swimsuit, and a cash prize.

Every day.
Dr. Evans and his bag of nuts.

How can
any man survive on that?

And he runs.

Runs where?

He just runs to run.
He's very peculiar.

And he
never talks to anyone.

Hey. Donatti put a freeze on overtime.
So don't stay too late, or it's my tail.

- I'm right behind you.
- Okay.

Shit.

Miss Zott, I supervise over a hundred
of the country's finest chemists,

who in turn generate
groundbreaking work.

They use equipment worth thousands
of dollars to generate said work.

And so when I hear that a lab
tech is using our equipment

after hours without proper
supervision, it gives me pause.

Sir, I can explain. I have my
master's in chemistry from UCLA,

where I studied cellular
metabolism of nucleic acids.

With all that said, I have been working
in my off-hours, never on the clock,

conducting my own
experiments on abiogenesis.

I am synthesizing simple, small molecules
into nucleotides and nucleic acids.

My research is very promising, and
I intend to submit for the Remsen.

Young lady, setting aside the fact
that you're using lab equipment

without proper supervision
of a chemist...

I am a chemist.

Our chemists have PhDs.

I could never put the Hastings name
on the submission of a lab tech

that's proudly waving around
her master's from UCLA.

- I was top of my class...
- Miss Zott...

and the work will
speak for itself.

You are just not smart enough.

Miss Zott, I wasn't finished.

What's this I hear about
you not participating

in the Little Miss
Hastings Pageant?

I wasn't aware that
it was compulsory.

It is not compulsory.

It is part of the culture here.

I would suggest
that you find yourself

a little more of
the Hastings spirit,

if you'd like to keep
your employment here.

Now you may go.

A smile once in a while
wouldn't kill you.

Miss Zott.

Miss Zott?

I hear you're joining
us for the pageant.

- How did you...
- So glad you had a change of heart.

So I don't know if you've heard,

but there's an evening
gown category this year.

And also bikinis
aren't mandatory.

Feel free to wear a one-piece, if
that makes you feel more comfortable.

Uh, is now a good
time for a photo?

Smile.

Ah, there she is. The thief.

I beg your pardon?

I have been through every department,
interrogated dozens of chemists...

including ones from
this very lab...

who said that you, Miss Zott, have
a history of ruffling feathers.

And perhaps more relevant,

have an arrogant attitude
of self-importance.

Have you heard yourself speak?

Oh. So you don't...
you don't deny it?

What would a secretary
even have to do with ribose

aside from sell it
on the black market?

- I am a chemist.
- Oh. And a fibber to boot.

Oh, yes. Because there's such high demand
on the black market for monosaccharide!

This is very disappointing!
Very... I'm disappointed.

My lab was
unlocked last night,

so I want someone to speak to janitorial
and have new locks placed on the door.

I have calculated the
cost of the missing ribose,

and I wanna make it clear, that
will not be coming out of my budget.

I want my
floors sterilized.

At least one person entered
without my authorization.

And with my allergies, I cannot risk
any contaminants. You understand?

I'll take care of it, Dr. Evans.

And lastly, I would like the secretary
responsible held accountable.

I'll have her fired.

Well, just a
formal reprimand will suffice.

I'm shocked that it was one
of my secretaries, honestly.

- You said it was in the aminos lab?
- Mm-hmm.

So that's Mary Ann Rogers.

No. No, no, no.

Her name was Elizabeth Zott.

Oh. She's not a
secretary. She's a lab tech.

Miss Zott should know
better. She has her master's.

- Her master's? In what?
- Chemistry.

Will you be joining us for the Little
Miss Hastings Pageant this year?

'Cause it would mean a lot to
company morale to see you there.

Hmm.

Evans? Did not
expect to see you here.

- Right.
- It's like seeing Halley's Comet.

Come have a drink with
me and the fellas, huh?

Or no one will believe me.

- What's your poison?
- Uh, cyanide or aflatoxin.

You're too much, huh?

Boys, say hi to
the guy right here.

- The man, the myth, the legend.
- Anthony Powers. Hi.

Mr. Remsen
himself, I guess, huh?

What are you working
on right now?

Elizabeth. Hi. There you are.

Come follow me. Come stand
with us pageant girls.

- You look great.
- Thank you.

- It took me forever to get ready today.
- Hmm.

- Girls, Elizabeth's here.
- Hello.

I'll be right back.

The, uh, Swedish meatballs
are running a bit low.

They're a real hit.

Fran did
such a great job.

- So great.
- Mm-hmm.

I love your
scent. What is that?

Oh. Black currant berries
with floral tones of roses.

- I'm a classic kind of girl. Chanel No. 5.
- Mmm.

Elizabeth, what
scent do you wear?

Oh, I... I don't. In the lab, your sense
of smell alerts you to potential dangers.

And I'm already at a deficit due
to a hydrochloric acid accident

when I was an undergrad.

I singed most of the
cilia in my nostrils,

but thankfully they restored
themselves over time.

So I'm not taking
any more chances.

Calvin Evans is here.

You're sweet on him, aren't you?

Smart, well-to-do, famous.
What's not to like?

Try talking to him.

Well, two more of these, and I'm
going to ask him to vote for me.

Excuse me.

I'm just gonna
stand here with you.

All right.

You shouldn't let the other
chemists pick on you so much.

Oh. It's just
fellas being fellas.

Hmm. Male primate behavior.

Please, everyone, take your
seats. Take your seats.

Pageant contestants,
can I get you backstage?

Thank you.

Welcome, welcome,
welcome. I'm Fran Frask...

- Miss Zott, I have wanted to...
- ...acting head of Personnel.

And I couldn't be more
excited to welcome you

to the eighth annual Little
Miss Hastings Pageant,

where one lucky woman
will take home the crown

worn by last year's
winner Colleen Murphy.

Yes. Yeah, she looks great.
Uh, and a $25 cash prize.

Thank you, Colleen.

I will also be joining
the competition this year.

But feel no pressure
to vote for me...

...unless you care about
getting your vacation days approved.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

And without further ado, I'd like
to introduce tonight's emcee,

Dr. Richard Price.

Thank you. Thank
you, Miss Frask.

Wonderful. What a night.
Pretty good turnout tonight.

Okay. Oh, wait.

Hey, before I get started, uh, just
a... a quick question from management.

Did anyone here
lose an electron?

You really gotta keep an ion it.

Ion?

- Everybody got it?
- Ions.

Okay. Folks, let's get
started with the show.

Now, please keep in mind, these
ladies have worked very, very hard.

So please, everybody, let's all make like a
proton... ...and stay positive.

All right. And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the moment we've all been waiting for.

I give you your Little Miss
Hastings 1951 contestants.

Here they are. Oh, fantastic.

Aren't they charming?
Look at that.

Miss Synthetics, what would you make
your future husband for dessert?

Well, I'd start with two
scoops of vanilla ice cream,

and I'd squeeze chocolate
sauce all over them.

And you'll have to vote for me if you
wanna hear how I apply the whipped cream.

Okay.

Miss Zott, where would be your
fantasy honeymoon location?

I don't intend to get married.

Ye... Okay, yes. But if you did?

I won't.

Okay. Well,
uh, Miss Zott, everyone. Miss Zott.

I can't stop thinking about you.

- Ladies and gentlemen. Now to...
- Honey. Hi.

- ...lift our spirits with...
- You're here.

- Carol's fever broke, so I...
- ...a cheer, here is Personnel's...

- thought I'd join you for some fun.
- ...Miss Fran Frask.

♪ 10,000 men of Harvard
want victory Today... ♪

You know, some, uh, sex
appeal wouldn't hurt, Zott.

You've kind of been embarrassing
the Amino Acids team.

Uh, look at Jenny, huh?

This
is a great outfit.

Thanks. My lab paid me ten dollars
to show some skin during my talent.

Smart.

♪ ...of Harvard
gained victory today ♪

Wow! How about that?

Fran Frask, ladies
and gentlemen.

Thank you, Miss Frask. That
was wonderful. My goodness.

- I heard that hydrogen...
- Nancy Donatti.

...and carbon went on a date...

- ...and it went really well.
- Hmm.

- They really bonded.
- I heard a great deal about you.

Mrs. Donatti, is there...
is there benzaldehyde in your perfume?

What? I... I don't know.

It's from Paris.

- Oh, God. Uh, my allergies.
- Oh. Oh.

...talents
of Elizabeth Zott...

- Huh.
- ...Miss Aminos!

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

Dr. Evans?

Oh, no. No. I need to go home.

Correct, but you shouldn't
drive in this condition.

I don't drive. It's
only seven miles. I'll... I'll walk.

All right. I'll take you then.

- But you hate me.
- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Okay, uh... It's okay.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Please stop apologizing.

It can't be helped.
The glottis closes.

The abdominal muscles
clench, increasing pressure.

The pyloric sphincter closes.

- Only way out is upwards.
- No, I meant

I'm sorry I called
you a secretary.

There's nothing wrong
with being a secretary.

- No, of course not. But...
- ...to... to assume was...

was wrong and... and buffoonish,
and I... Oh, God.

Let's get you inside.

- Oh, dear God.
- Oh. Oh.

You have nothing
in your cupboards.

Yeah, I... I sometimes
forget to eat.

You have one fork.

I don't entertain.

Hmm. Well, miracle of
miracles, I found a kettle.

Hey, I just... I want to apologize
once more for the other day.

- I was, uh...
- I can't accept your apology.

I-I would like to, but you don't
know what you're apologizing for.

And so the entire
exercise is meaningless.

Yes, I did borrow
some of your ribose.

Some of a very plentiful
supply, if I might add.

But you have all
of the resources

and the rapt attention of the
entire scientific community,

and you take it for granted.

You must be intelligent, based upon
your myriad of accomplishments.

But you walk around like a... like a...
like a paranoid, ungrateful, fragile man.

So to respond to your comment
earlier, I don't hate you. I just...

I don't like you.

Thank you.

Oh, I... Uh, I have
something for you.

It's the only reason I
came to the party tonight.

To bring me ribose?

You have your
master's in chemistry.

I do.

You didn't want to pursue a PhD?

It was a complicated situation.

I'm sorry you didn't get
to finish the competition.

Oh, no. I'm not.

What about
the cash prize?

Blood money.

May I ask you a question?

I can't promise I'll answer.

What was your talent
gonna be for the pageant?

I was going to place a tomato
in a bowl of boiling water.

As you know, heat causes
molecules to excite.

The flesh of the tomato
expands on the peel.

Then I place it in a bowl of cold
water for approximately 60 seconds,

and the peel slides off easily.

You would have won.

Good night, Dr. Evans.

Watch for cars!

Dr. Evans!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

What's your
favorite color? Guess mine.

Your favorite color?
Hmm, that's hard.

Let's see. I don't
know. Aquamarine?

That's not a color.

Well, color
is phenomenological.

Linda, can you
come finish, please?

Morning, Harriet.

Morning, friend.

Oh, these
people are shameless.

- Mmm.
- Morning.

More long-lost relatives
looking for long-lost money?

Mm-hmm. I never should have agreed to
be on the cover of Scientific American.

Ah, once again,

same woman claiming to be my mother
every couple of weeks like clockwork.

If your real mother was alive,
she'd be proud you did that cover.

What's all this?

They wanna connect the 10 Freeway from
downtown all the way to Santa Monica.

Bulldoze right
through our backyard.

But people live here.

Now, question is, which people?

Stop it. You're doing it wrong.

Linda, sweetie, it's
okay. Just let him play.

Uh, you mind watching them again for me
next Tuesday? I have a committee meeting.

- Of course. Of course.
- Thank you.

Miss Zott, can
I have a word with you?

Could you please
keep the door open?

Your little stunt at the pageant made
the whole Aminos department look foolish.

As your supervisor, your
behavior reflects poorly on me.

This is not how I run my department.
I expect a better attitude.

Embarrass me again
and you're done.

May I join you?

You may.

You made that?

Would you like to try some? I
assume you haven't eaten all day.

Oh, no, no. I have... I have a
sleeve of saltines in my desk.

Hmm. You must be
very constipated.

Thank you.

Mmm. Wow. That's...

I've never had,
uh... That's perfect.

It's not perfect, but it
has the potential to be.

This is my 78th attempt.

My current focus is cheese.

- Cheese?
- Mmm.

At about 92 degrees, the solid
milk fat in the cheese liquefies,

and the bonds holding together the casein
proteins break. But the melt isn't smooth.

It isn't?

No. Which is why I've been
experimenting with sodium citrate.

The sodium substitutes
for some of the calcium

that's causing the proteins to
cling, so when the cheese heats...

Proteins separate from each
other, acting as emulsifiers,

strengthening the emulsion by
holding water and fat together.

Precisely.

And you needed my ribose to
perfect your lasagna recipe?

No. Lasagna is my dinner. I needed
your ribose for my research.

Oh.

Ninety-nine percent of the
human body is made up of carbon,

hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, calcium,
phosphorus, with a few ions thrown in.

But how did we get to this level
of complexity here on Earth?

The two of us sitting here
at this table, talking,

going from a soup of atoms and
small molecules to now with...

That is what I'm
trying to uncover.

Abiogenesis.

You're interested in it?

Keeps me up at night.

Me too.

I've read your past papers, but
what are you working on currently?

Uh... I'm doing
exploratory research on...

on natural enzyme identification,
isolation, classification.

It's... That smells good.

- Is that mashed potatoes?
- Oh. Mmm.

Excuse me.

Mmm. Man alive.

No, no, no. That-That doesn't
make any sense, 'cause that...

that doesn't explain
how you closed the ring.

Sure. But when a
polyphosphoric acid is applied,

it creates phosphate esters with
a high monoester content. See?

Mmm. That's a pretty good point.

It is a bit of a chicken
and egg situation,

but if you consider
Occam's razor,

would nature choose a system that is more
complex to create something less complex?

Hmm. So RNA world theory?

Miss Zott, I'm gonna be needing
one of your special cups of joe

to get me through
this afternoon.

Right.

Of course, I would be
much further along in my research

if I wasn't making excellent
coffee for mediocre chemists.

You're on the verge of
a major scientific breakthrough.

- You need to talk to Donatti.
- I did. He said no.

That doesn't make
any sense. Why?

Sex discrimination.

What?

Well, also politics and
favoritism and general unfairness.

But yes, mostly
sex discrimination.

I don't understand. Why would
anyone discriminate based on

something as intellectually
non-determinative as gender?

Calvin, how many female
scientists can you name?

Madame Curie.

Exactly. Do you think
that's just by happenstance?

I don't know. I hadn't
considered it until now.

Of course. You haven't had to, because
people fully appreciate your potential.

This is me.

Raise your hand
if you'd like coffee.

- Okay. I've been thinking.
- Oh.

My enzyme research would benefit
from your molecular synthesis work.

So I can talk to Donatti, tell
him to let you work for me,

and then you'd be able to focus
entirely on your own research.

No, Donatti would never hire me
as a chemist. Only a lab tech.

Technically. But you-you'd be doing
independent research, actual chemistry.

You would have free rein.

But I'd be a lab tech
to everyone else.

Obviously. In a perfect world, you...
you wouldn't need help from anyone.

But, as you pointed
out very lucidly,

you are working within a system
that is pervasively unfair.

For you to operate as if it
were fair, that's...

Can you explain to me how
that makes any sense at all?

I'll... I'll treat
you as an equal.

Hell, you're one of the
smartest people in this lab.

Calvin, it doesn't matter if
I work with you or for you.

People will view the work as yours.
I'll never be seen as a scientist.

When you publish as lead
scientist, they will.

Are you
wearing pajamas?

No. That's my, uh,
running gear. I run to and from work.

What does that mean, you run?

I run, you know, for exercise.

I know people find it odd,
but it helps quiet my mind.

Oh.

- Think about my offer.
- Oh.

Oh. Calvin?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

I... I
sh... uh, shower in my lab,

so just knock before entering.

Rest assured, I will knock.

Whoo-hoo.

There is protocol, Miss Zott. When you
don't follow protocol, it falls on me.

Do you have any idea
the blowback that I got

when you left the
pageant halfway through?

I am sympathetic, Miss Frask,

but I'd really like to
stay focused on my request.

It's a bad idea.

If you need a lab tech, there's plenty
of good fellas for you to choose from.

Oh, boy, this
is s-sex discrimination.

I don't even know
what that means.

Miss Frask, I did not take
this decision lightly.

His intentions are
purely professional.

Oh, honey, there's no such thing
as a professional relationship

between a man and a woman.

I didn't think you'd
be as foolish as that.

There's a reason he's dead set on
you, and I don't think it's your CV.

How many women chemists can you
name, aside from Madame Curie?

- She's unqualified.
- I didn't come here asking for permission.

I came here to make sure that the
paperwork was filled out correctly.

Evans, you walk around here
like you own the place, which is fine.

As long as the Remsen
funding keeps flowing.

But as soon as the money
dries up, you're gone.

We are colleagues. Nothing
more, nothing less.

No, dear. You're his lab tech.

And I've seen this
before. Men are men.

He will change his
mind. And then what?

Everything good with Miss Frask?

Boilerplate. And Donatti?

A breeze.

Oh, I prefer the door open.

Okay, sure.

So, I organized our equipment in a way
that a sane person might appreciate,

and I swept up the
saltine crumbs.

Not because I'm a woman,

but because I can't imagine a worse
substance to be in a chemistry lab.

Hmm.

The underwear is
your responsibility.

Did you move
the graduated cylinders?

Uh, I thought the center
table was more equidistant.

Oh, how can you work when
the music is so loud?

It's the only way I can think.
You moved the spatulas too?

You've never shared space
with someone, have you?

I like things the
way I like them.

Calvin, it's not that
I don't like music.

I just don't like this
music. It's, um, cluttered.

- Oh, that's what I like about it.
- It helps me think.

You never know what's gonna
come around the corner.

Oh, a... a trumpet, huh? Here comes the
drums. It's... It's... It's exciting.

Noise.

Or I just...
appreciate something different.

Um. Predictability.
Formulaic structure.

I like the way the chords move,
change, build upon one another,

like basic components
into molecules.

What?

You're late. I already
started the first trial.

I, uh, thought we could
alternate every day.

Compromise.

What do we have here?

- Zott residence.
- Hi. It's Calvin.

Calvin Evans. Your...
Your lab partner.

Oh. Calvin,
it's almost 8:00 p.m.

Yeah, I just... I can't stop thinking
about the last thing you said

about the basic structure
of pyrimidines and purines,

and it led me somewhere I
had previously dismissed.

Nuclein independence?

Yes.

Hold on. Let
me grab my notebook.

I was actually just jotting
something down earlier

about Miescher's theory on the
high phosphorus content of...

Oh. Oh, hold on.

- Oh, shit.
- Elizabeth?

Shit. Um... I have to go.

- What happened?
- I... I just burnt my dinner.

Oh, my goodness. I
thought it was something serious.

Well, this is serious.
I don't burn things.

Really? Never? You...
You've never burnt anything?

No. I... I wasn't concentrating.

Well, sometimes mistakes
can be a good thing.

They can lead us to what
we don't expect.

I have to go. Good night.

Okay.

Oh, man.

That's it.

I had an epiphany on my run.

Could you please open the door?

- You inspired this.
- Calvin.

- It's... It's like you said. Occam's razor.
- Calvin.

What if nucleic acids can actually
encode far more complex molecules?

- Like, say, a...
- Calvin, I s... I said, the door!

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth. Is everything
okay? Did I do something?

This was a mistake.

I don't understand.

The Maillard reaction quickly browned
the meat before placing it in the oven.

Now, let's see the
fruits of our labor.

Oh, my God.

- Walter, should we cut to commercial?
- No. I don't know. No.

That was not the
intended outcome.

In science, you endeavor to control
every variable of your experiment.

The temperature in your lab,
the number of contaminants,

the correct calibration for
each piece of equipment.

Sometimes you can't
count on a formula.

Sometimes you can't
control each variable.

Sometimes...

Many times...

things just turn out messy.

Sometimes you will
burn the lasagna.

So I guess it's
leftovers tonight.

Children, set the table. Your
mother needs a moment for herself.