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EMMY: I just imagined doing more before settling down.

Living in Paris for a year.

-You're not moving to Paris.

-People move to Paris. Why can't it be me?

-Why can't I move to Paris? -So move to Paris.

-Well, not this second. -Oh, for Christ's sake.

What do you want?

-[sighs]

I just want to be happy.

-She wants to be happy? Who's happy?

What makes you so special? You think I was happy?

-I feel like you're telling me to settle.

-Of course I'm telling you to settle!

Everyone settles!

There is something to be said for security, Emmy.

Someone to take out the garbage.

-So I should get married to have someone take out the garbage?

-And recycling.

-Shouldn't I get married for love?

-Let me tell you something, honey...

They all end up bald.

LAYLA: How's it going in there?

I'm dying out here.

- She's dying?

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-What do you think?

-It's plain.

-I'm going for the Meghan Markle look.

-[chuckles] Meghan Markle.

You're no Meghan Markle.

You couldn't marry a prince.

And look what happened to her anyway.

-She wasn't bullied because of minimalism.

-It didn't help.

-Oh my God!

We are so fucking beautiful.

-Really?

-Your mother would love this dress.

-[scoffs]

LAYLA: I wish she could see you.

But she will be there.

At the wedding. Watching.

-Will she? -Yes.

-Will she?

-No. Not in that dress.

-Yaaas.

-Okay.

-I fucking do.

EMMY: I do not want a big engagement party.

Just my brothers, you, Tim--

-Tim and I broke up.

-What? No! Oh I'm-- I'm sorry.

Uh, Team Layla.

I hate him. He sucks. He's the worst.

-He's the fucking worst.

-You wanna egg his house?

-No.

[gasps] But you know what we should do?

Let's get tattoos!

-Now? -I need a breakup tattoo.

-You were together for a month.

-We'll get tattoos to mark these new chapters in our lives.

-I love you. I am absolutely not getting--

Ow!

-It's a Phoenix. Rising.

-Yep, I got that.

-It's rising from the ashes.

And so will I. So will you, girl.

-Totally.

-What are you getting?

-Um, the last words my mom said to me.

Before she died.

-I fucking love that.

-Did Mom get a manicure to die?

[sighs]

-[murmuring indistinctly]

-What?

Mom?

Mom?

What-- what did you say?

Mom, what did you... what did you say?

What did she say?!

-She said, uh, she said, "I love you,"

and "you're beautiful."

[Emmy crying]

-I didn't say that.

-What?! -I didn't say that.

-Can you guys, um... -[phone dings]

-Can you just give me a minute, please?

-Oh my God, it's Tim.

Do you think he wants to get back together?

-What do you mean you didn't say that?

-I mean I didn't say that. -Yes, you did!

You looked right at me and said...

"I love you. You're beautiful."

-Why would I say that?

Your face was all puffy from crying.

-So, what did you say?

-Oof...

I don't remember.

-You don't remember? -Uh-uh.

Well, I was dying. I had a lot going on.

But... it was so... peaceful.

-Well, peaceful for you. I found it very hot.

-Oh my God!

Oh my God...

-Oh my God. Ooh.

That's big.

-So you make bread now?

You need to punch it.

No, like this. Punch!

-I survived the pandemic. I know how to make bread.

-I survived your father.

You still don't know how to make bread.

It's not gonna rise.

-Fine, make terrible bread. See if I care.

-What are you doing?

It's not gonna rise now.

-Why didn't you love me?

-What?

-Why don't you love me?

-Oh, for fuck's sakes.

-Why didn't you love me?

Because I don't know how to make a bread?

I don't even need you to mean it,

I just need to hear it.

-I love you. There, happy?

-I love you. I loved you so much.

I am living my whole life for you.

-What are you talking about?

I sent you to private schools and summer camp.

Art classes, drama classes.

Do you think you were any good?

No. I still had to pay for it.

You had everything, absolutely everything you wanted.

What more do you want?!

-I want a mother.

-You had a mother.

Who do you think looked after you and your anxiety?

I could've had a whole life.

-How convenient, Mom.

How convenient that you ended up with a daughter

who didn't let you live your big life.

-How convenient for you that your mother died.

Poor Emmy. Her mother's dead.

Grow up!

What are you doing?

What?

-[gasps] -[bowl shatters]

I loved that bowl!

Oh!

[smoke alarm beeping]

-Oh, shit.

Ohh! No...

JAY: [coughing] Hey! What happened!?

-I forgot I had a bread in the oven.

-[coughing] Oh my...

Hey, where's the fire extinguisher?

-I don't know.

-Did you-- did you call the fire department?

-Is that necessary?

-Is it necessary to call the fire department

when our house is on fire?! Yes!

Come on, can you look for the fire extinguisher?

It might be in the laundry room.

And can you call 911, please?

-Yes.

Ugh...

[smoke alarm continues]

DISPATCHER: 9-1-1, what's your emergency?

-I wouldn't really call it an emergency.

There's just, um, oh, there is a lot of smoke in our house.

Jay? We gotta get out of the house.

JAY: Okay, I'm coming.

Did you talk to 9-1-1? What did they say?

-Yeah, she yelled at me and then called me "ma'am."

-What?

-Fire! It's a fire!

-Okay, I started gathering the valuables from upstairs,

but you're gonna have to--

you're gonna have to go find them down here.

FERN: Fire! Oh my God, my coat!

-[coughing]

[smoke alarm continues]

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JAY: But the oven mitt wasn't part of the recipe.

Needless to say, we'll be ordering in for a little while.

Thanks for-- thanks for your concern; I appreciate it.

-I'm sorry, Susan, Bob. I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry for the trouble. Sorry.

-Hey.

You're allowed to exist.

-I know, Mom. I'm a piece of shit.

I almost burnt my house down.

Mom?

Mom, where are you?

-Mom, please come back. I'm sorry, okay?

You were right. Red really isn't my colour.

Mom...

Just-- just come back!

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EMMY'S VOICE: I just need to get over her.

FERN'S VOICE: Nobody gets over their mother.

FERN: I love you! BABY EMMY: Love you, Mama.

[baby Emmy giggling]

FERN: Wave to Mommy!

BABY EMMY: I did it.

FERN: Woo! Look at you, big girl!

[baby Emmy giggling]

FERN: You get your moves from your mother.

EMMY: This is a very special day for my family,

and I'm glad you could all be here to share it with us.

FERN: That's my Emmy.

-Mazel tov!

FERN: Smile! EMMY: I'm not ready yet.

[students cheering]

-Are you recording?

FERN: Emmy...

-Oh my God.

What is wrong with you?

FERN: Smile! EMMY: Don't take a video.

FERN: [chuckles] It's okay.

I love you.

[Young Emmy laughing]

YOUNG EMMY: I love you.

FERN: I love you. EMMY: I love you.

[laughter and voices echoing]

FERN & EMMY: I love you.

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[birds chirping]

-[humming]

♪ Boogie... ♪

♪ Boogie-oogie... ♪

♪ Dancing shoes... ♪

JAY: Hey, Emmy?

-♪ Keeps me dancing all night. ♪ -Emmy?

♪ Boogie... ♪

♪ Boogie-oogie... ♪

♪ Dancing shoes... ♪

[humming]

[clink]

-Mom?

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