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- Good morning.
- Morning.

Ah.

You're amazing.

I know.

Mami, we already have crosses everywhere.

Do we really need a pope on the fridge?

Oh, yes, because he is so inspiring.

You walk in to get a yogurt,
you see him...

Hola, Papa.

Puts a smile on your face.

Well, why don't you put the pope
in your room and go smile in there?

I already have two popes in my room.

Gracias very much.

Oh.

Oh, what's that, Papa?

Are you lonely?

You wanna be with your friends?

Well...

He looks happy there.

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You can probably dump
that whole thing on there.

Next time.

Hi!

Welcome home, Lupita.

We are almost done,
but there is plenty left.

Aw.

Dinner with my entire family...
And Schneider.

Yes, I invited him again. He's an orphan.

Do orphans always have rich dads
who buy them buildings?

Hey, I may have money in the bank
and two living parents,

and four living stepmothers...

but there is a hole in here.

We never had family meals.
I ate alone in front of the TV.

Ay, pobrecito Schneider.

Oh, don't get me wrong.
It was a massive TV.

Sometimes my nanny would join me,
but only if I agreed to watch telenovelas.

Ooh, those are so over the top.

Right? This one time,
Rosa got jealous of the housekeeper

'cause she was makin' a move on her man,

so she threatened to throw
live scorpions on her while she slept.

Sounds good. Which one was that?

Oh, no. Rosa was my nanny.

Ex-nanny. Now, stepmother.

I am so glad to be here.

I'm just glad to be home with everybody.

Who the hell are you?

This is Carmen, my best friend.

I'm doing my history project with her.

These all sound like things
I should know.

Hi, Carmen.

Hi.

Ah.

I'm Penelope.

Kind of a big deal around here.

So, uh, what's this history project
you're working on?

And then maybe later you can show me
how to turn into a bat.

Well, we just got done
explaining the whole thing.

Oh, come on, mija, I missed it.

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait.

Alex, tell your mother that funny story
that happened in chemistry class.

- Again?
- I know, okay, I'll tell it.

So, there is the floor and... slip.

Oh, that Dylan.

Oh, that story never gets old.

Oh, man.

I've been workin' so much,
I'm missing all the scoops...

plus Latina Twilight over here.

Careful.
There's a lot of garlic in that chicken.

Your mom's kind of mean.
I'm obsessed with her.

Who would like a pastelito?

Mmm! You know what?

How about we go on a family hike
this Saturday like we used to?

Mom, uh, Carmen and I need all Saturday
for our history thing.

Yeah, and Abuelita and I have tickets
to wrestling.

I don't understand
why you waste good money on that.

It's educational.

Eh, I don't know.

Okay, Saturday's out.

How about we go on a hike
Sunday morning before it gets hot?

You seem to have forgot.
Sunday morning is for church.

So, we skip church.

You seem to have forgot.
We don't skip church.

Mami, it's okay if we miss it one time.
It's not gonna kill us.

Oh, really?

My great uncle Luisito skipped church,

and on the same day,
he was crushed by a runaway tractor.

Why don't you just go to church
and then go hikin' after?

We're Latinos, church takes all day.

By the time you're done with mass

and you've said hello to fulano y fulana,

- it's five o'clock!
- Oh, you exaggerate. 4:30.

I wanna see these guys this weekend.
Come on.

'Cause I like them.

Oh, no,

I have to put my foot down.

Sundays we go to church...

And then, sometimes we go to Applebee's.

Well, I have a foot, too,

and I'm gonna put my foot down and say
this Sunday we're not going to church.

Well, I am putting both of my feet down.

We are going
and that is the end of it. Ya!

That's not your decision to make.

It's startin' to feel
kinda like home in here.

I'm with Mom.
We don't need to go to church.

After all, Abuelita,
you don't even believe half that stuff.

- I believe everything.
- Really?

When you take the communion

you believe you're eating
the actual flesh and blood of Jesus?

Ay, no, it's a symbol. Don't be gross.

Okay, so, if you believe that,
then you're Protestant.

There is no need for name-calling.

All I know is that a good Catholic
does not skip church.

Right, papito?

I like church. I see my friends.

I eat some donuts.

Now, this one gets it.

We're going.

No, we are not!

I work hard all week.

When I get home, there's barely enough
time to have a meal with the kids.

Weekends are my only chance.

So, this Sunday, no church.
End of discussion.

- Ooh.
- Ooh.

What? What'd she say?

I am raising my voice,

because I cannot believe
we're having this discussion!

I'm their mother!
I don't need to ask permission!

I decide.

And I am your mother,
and I decide what you decide.

We are a family, damn it!

Don't make me choose between you.

Okay, I'd choose Lydia because of
her warm food and even warmer hugs.

But I'd feel really bad about it.

All right, everybody, go do your homework.
Schneider, go call one of your moms.

Fine.

Guess I'll just go eat this all alone
in front of my massive TV.

- Thought that was at your dad's house...
- I have one, too!

Ay.

Okay, Mami...

I love you, but I'm their mother

and you're making decisions
that I should be making.

- ¿Ah, sí?
- Yeah.

Like, I don't like the kids
having dessert every night.

Oh, come on. Es una cosita.

But we have to watch our sugar.
Dad had diabetes.

So, I killed your father?

What? No!

Mami, look around.

I told you, I don't want crosses
and pope stuff everywhere.

My apartment looks like
Jesus' Pinterest page.

This is my house,

and I decide if I want obese kids
or the pope staring at me while I pee.

Ah... yo entiendo.

I cook, I clean,
I teach the children manners...

But if I should have an opinion,
you want me to keep my mouth shut.

Ay, exactly.

- Thank you for understanding...
- No!

So I am a servant?

Like Cinderella? No, Cinderbuela.

No more!

You don't like what I am doing,
I won't do it.

- Mami, please.
- I'll be in my servant's quarters.

Slam!

I have to say "slam"
because you would not give me a door!

What?

Eso...

Yeah! Oh.

Where's Abuelita?

- Pouting.
- Where's breakfast?

Working on it.

Where's breakfast?

I'm... I'm working on it.

Where are my pants?

You're kidding, right?

How can you not know
where your pants are at?

Abuelita washed them.
She said my cuffs looked shabby.

Who am I to disagree?

All right, Mami, you win!

Where are Alex's pants?

Where's Abuelita?

She's small.
She's probably under something.

Kids...

I think your abuelita
has run away from home.

- Hello, Schneider. Listen, have you...
- Wow!

I always forget
how huge your apartment is.

Nah, come on, it's not that big.
But let's talk in the parlor.

Schneider, have you seen my mom?

Gosh, no.

Then why do I smell
fried plantains and Cuban coffee?

Fine! She spent the night.

But I want you to know, nothing happened.

What were you thinking,
chasin' that woman away?

She's funny, she's charming,
and when she gets angry,

she cleans.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

After last night's ugliness,

she spent the night
and left without saying goodbye,

so she already knows the drill.

Unlike some people.

What was that?
And why was she drinking my coffee?

Well, when my family oasis
blew up last night,

I had to seek solace in the arms of...

I don't know her name.

Your mom called her the "Stick Girl"
and made her eat plato de huevos.

Did Abuelita forget to give her
her pants, too?

Well, there's no reason
to get lawyers involved.

My daughter.

Katie, if I raised my voice
the other night, I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for that, too. And that.

No, no, wait, wait, no.

Now I am not going to apologize
for saying "unemployed,"

because that's what you are.

You're so sensitive.

And, sweetheart, I just want
you to be honest with yourself

and ask what happens

if your self-published vampire erotica
doesn't take off.

No, no, of course, I believe in you.
It's...

And she's gone.

Well, you know how kids are.

Thirty-seven is a rough age.

Any word from your mom?

No, but I'm sure she's home

talking crap about me
with Juan Pablo and Benedicto.

Has she ever disappeared
like this before?

No, usually when we fight,
she does the opposite of go away.

She just sighs really loudly.

"Ay!"

Anything to draw attention
to the fact that she's wounded and nearby.

My ex used to have a sigh, too.

It went like this...

"I hate you!"

I still miss her.

I just... I don't...

I don't have time for this drama,
you know?

I got work, I got bills, I got kids.

Well, doesn't she help out?

Yeah, she gets the groceries,
cooks, cleans,

spends time with the kids,
does the laundry...

Sounds like she does everything.

Well, it does when I say it out loud.

She's also turning my apartment
into the Sistine Chapel.

That must look amazing.

Okay, I'm not explaining this right.

Wait, hold on.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Schneider,
I am just about to leave. What's up?

I just came down to get
my afternoon café con leche

and kiss on the cheek from your mom,

- but she's still not here.
- What?

But don't worry, though. I got this.
All three kids are fine.

- Three?
- Yeah.

Carmen, Elena's best friend?

We have got to catch you up.

I know who Carmen is.
She's the ghost who ate all my chicken.

Hi, Ms. Alvarez.

Takin' you off speaker.

Great. Now she's gonna send
her flying monkeys after me.

- And now you're off speaker.
- Schneider!

Oh, my God.

Anyway...

I appreciate you helping me out.

Ah, it's cool.
I had to get out of my apartment.

Stick Girl is still up there.

I called her an Uber this morning.
The guy never showed.

Maybe it's a sign.

Should I marry her?

Schneider, I gotta go.

Okay, now I'm worried.

She's never not been home
when the kids get there.

And plus, she's 70.

One wrong move and she's down.

You know, the entire world is
one giant, wet bathroom floor.

- Any idea where she could be?
- No, none.

Huh...

Where would a devout Catholic woman go

after an argument with her daughter
about religion?

Thank you, Dr. Berkowitz.

Thank you.

But we need to answer the question.

Hi, Mami.

So, you just assumed I was here?

Because I'm an ignorant,
old woman married to prayer?

But... you are here.

Still... you shouldn't stereotype.

Hi, Birdie.

She is such a suck-up.

She thinks she's tan fancy because her
four grandsons are altar boys.

Guataca.

Move over.

- Ah-ah!
- Oh!

So...

have you been here all day?

Getting decorating ideas?

No...

I have been riding around this morning
in something called el Uber.

Oh, wow. That must've been expensive.

Schneider set it up. I think it's free.

Oh, I think that car was for Stick Girl.

Oh, her.

Mami...

I feel terrible about our argument,
but we gotta talk about some things.

Okay.

But you must keep your voice down,

because you-know-who
just put in new batteries.

So... I may have overreacted last night,

but you have to understand,
I'm not gonna be a mom for much longer.

Elena is having her quinces.

Alex is already using hair gel.

And, you know,
soon they're gonna be out of the house.

I just... I need you to give me
more space to parent.

I understand what you are saying.

- Don't put me in a home.
- What?

What, Mami? No, no.
I wouldn't... I'm not gonna do...

I would never do that.
I would never do that!

Ever.

- Oh, no?
- No!

I would never put you in a home.

Mami, where is this coming from?

Your abuela...

Berto's mama, used to live with us...

And all day long,
she would slice onions...

the most beautiful paper-thin onions.

I remember.

Nobody could slice an onion like Abuela.

Well, it's not that hard.
You need a sharp knife, that's all.

But it made her feel useful.

Problem was, we hated onions.

So, one day we told her.

The next week, dead.

Oh...

that's terrible.

I know.

I still get teary when I...

slice an onion.

Mami, you are the glue
that holds our home together.

Without you, we'd be on the street
living in a cardboard box.

You're just saying that to cheer me up.

No.

I'm really not. We need you.

So, Mami...

could you make me un cafecito
in the morning for the rest of my life?

Claro.

Aw...

She is like a bat!

Shall we?

Yes.

And we'll be back Sunday, anyways.

Yeah, you know,
we'll talk about that later.

We'll talk... What's to talk about?

Well...

I'm just not sure I wanna go to church...

Maybe ever again.

What?

She said she didn't want to go to church.

Mami!

Don't do that!

Mami, por favor, vámonos ya,

- please!
- You go on.

I will pray for your eternal soul...

And then call el Uber.

Hi!

Welcome home, Lupita!

We already started,

but I insisted nobody say
anything interesting till you got here.

Aw, that's so sweet.

It's been weird.

Did you find Abuelita?

Yeah, she's with Jesus now.

- What?
- No, no!

Sorry. She's at church.
Uh, poor choice of words.

Um, church.

Uh, whoa! What do we have here?

Oh, nothing special,
just some nutted quinoa,

wilted broccolini
with radish micro-greens,

and venison carpaccio
on a bed of nettles.

Grab a cedar plank and dig in.

Big change from Abuelita's cooking, huh?

You like it?

I can't wait to have eaten it.

I didn't think I would like nettles.
And I was right.

Well, I'm competing with perfection here.

It's okay, Schneider.

We all thank you
for this very Caucasian meal.

And good to see you again,
Elena's best friend, Carmen,

you beautiful weirdo.

I'm sorry things got crazy
the other night.

That's... that's not us.

Seems like us.

We have all kinds of arguments
in my family.

I have two brothers.
One's a priest, one's a witch, so...

I am... really glad
I'm getting to know you better, Carmen.

Hello!

- Oh!
- Oh, thank God!

I am so glad you're home.

I was wilting under the pressure
to be you.

Oh, hello, babies.

I'm sure you did fine.
Who threw up on the table?

What were you doing all day?

Oh, you know, saying my Rosary,

praying for the departed souls...

Asking forgiveness for your mother.

- Mami.
- Why?

Oh, didn't she tell you?

She's no longer going to church. Ever.

We can do that?

You can't.

We will all go together. Us.

Your mother will go hiking with Satan.

Yeah, and then we'll go to Applebee's.

'Cause Satan loves
the Fiesta Lime Chicken!

So, I guess you want to take
my grandchildren to hell with you.

I don't wanna go to hell.

There is no hell.

Don't worry, papito, there is.

Okay! You... you really wanna do this?

All right, let's do this.

I am not even sure
I even believe in God, okay?

Hardcore.

Oye, you're so smart.

If God doesn't exist,
who made all of this?

Target.

Okay, can we agree
that if there is a God,

it's gender-neutral, not a he or a she?

No! God is a man.

If he were a woman,
there would be less problems.

Pobrecito God. He tries so hard.

Look, Mami, I get it.
You like going to church. It's habit.

You put on lipstick, you get dressed up,
you see your friends, you gossip...

"Oye.
La nieta de Olguitita got new tetas."

It's your little social club, Mami,
and that's fine.

It is more than that.

I pray. I seek forgiveness.

And I am so glad
that that gives you comfort.

But that doesn't mean
that God exists, okay? I'm sorry.

He kept you safe.

Every day that you were gone,
he kept you safe.

My little girl says
she wants to go in the Army,

and then the Army sends
her to Afghanistan

where she is getting shot at
and I don't even know what else...

Have you any idea...

how much I worried?

When you were deployed,

I went to church every day

and I prayed that he would keep you safe.

And he did.

So don't you tell me about God.

I know that God exists.

And he is great.

Mami, I'm sorry.

Perdón. Lo siento.

I had no idea.

You know, you went missing for one day

and I was worried sick.

I can't imagine what it must feel like
to worry all those years.

Ay, sí.
All those years putting up with Birdie,

with her terrible hairdos
and her smelly bad breath.

Look...

I still wear the cross you gave me.

So you do believe.

No, I don't wear it because it's a cross.

I wear it because you gave it to me.

I don't understand the difference,
so please just let me have this.

Okay.

So, are we going to church or not?

Yes. Wait, no. Wait... Sometimes, okay?

- Sometimes, okay?
- Yeah.

- Well, at least...
- at least Christmas and Easter.

And one other time,
so we are not those people.

And I'm not saying God doesn't exist.

In fact, I check in with him
constantly, you know, like,

"Please, God, don't let Elena
come home with a face tattoo."

And, Mami, I am glad
that you find comfort in church.

I just find it in different places.

You know, once in Afghanistan...

I came out of 20 hours of surgery,
and I was so tired.

I went into the break room
and Serena Williams was on TV.

She was so focused.

She was making these impossible shots.

And I just kept thinking about
everything that she had to go through

to get to where she is.

All the hours of sacrifice,
all the practice.

And then I just felt like, "Okay...

if she can do that, then I can do this."

That's how I feel when I watch John Cena.

Yes. Exactly.

Exactly. Or Sonia Sotomayor... or Death.

Everyone has something
that inspires them.

Yo entiendo.

I also... play Nintendo.

- Good morning.
- Morning.