Red Oaks

All right, now let's get on all fours like a cat.

And now your shoulders are going to be directly over your wrists

with your knees centered under your hips.

Now round the back... mm-hmm...

to really open up that spine.

Deep inhale in.

And round the back.

And deep inhale in.

Beautiful.

Namaste.

- That was great. - Thank you.

- Namaste. - Thank you.

See you next week.

Good work today.

Thanks.

Are you enjoying class?

Oh, I can't tell you how nice it is

to have an hour a week just for myself

and not have to worry about money or the laundry

or if my husband's going to die in his sleep.

Good.

By the way, I'm throwing a little party

for the 4th of July this Saturday,

and I would love it if you could come.

Really?

Yeah. Nothing fancy.

Just, you know, some friends,

the ones I didn't lose in the divorce.

What time?

Let's see. We start at noon,

and it goes until we run out of tequila.

I'd love to.

Great.

Of course the Founding Father smoked the ganj'.

Washington, Adams, Jefferson,

they all grew acres of this shit on their plantations.

Hemp was a major cash crop.

Roll paper and sticky nugs.

You don't believe me? Check this out.

The Declaration of Independence?

It was written on hemp paper.

It's basically a giant Zig-Zag.

- Dude! - Nice tie.

Don't tell the Russkies, but it's just a clip-on.

Good morning, Mr. Getty.

Just the man I was hoping to see.

- Uh, me? - Not you. You.

Park your little bicycle with Wheezer and walk with me.

It's, uh, Wheeler.

That's what I said. I want to talk to you about something.

- Pedro, is that the sign? - Yes, sir.

God damn, it's supposed to be bigger.

High. Make sure it's high so it looks big.

Jesus Christ. I want to show you something.

Welcome back, Mr. Getty.

Thank you, Skip.

- How was Tokyo? - Crowded.

Interesting people, the Japanese.

Just the whole way they do business.

Real motherfuckers.

They are three steps ahead

in every negotiation.

They... It's like an art to them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

W... w... what is this?

Kebabs for the barbecue, sir.

Kebabs? What are we, in Beirut?

No, no. This is the 4th of fucking July.

Let's get some burgers, some hotdogs, potato salad.

Come on, things Reagan would eat.

- Sorry, sir. - All right.

- Yes, sir. - All right.

Jesus Christ.

What do you want to talk to me about?

Yeah, yeah.

Take a look at this.

You notice anything?

Uh... y... your name isn't on it?

What else?

Who's Stan Feinberg?

An asshole.

Plastic surgeon.

Rarely attends club functions.

He's too good for them.

Like fixing tits makes him Jonas Salk.

- And you want to beat him? - Yes.

You and I are going to train every day,

an hour a day, for the next six weeks.

No exceptions.

And Nash, he can fill you in on Feinberg's game

so you can develop, like, a little defensive strategy.

I don't understand.

Why isn't Nash coaching you?

What do you mean, why...

Because I'm hiring you.

Yeah, but he's head pro.

There's no decision to make here.

I'm not asking you, I'm booking you.

Okay, You'll pay me my regular rate?

Yes. I'll pay your regular rate

and a little bonus if I win.

What kind of bonus?

Seriously?

That's how you open a negotiation?

I didn't realize we were negotiating.

Well, then, you've already lost, haven't you?

But you know what? I'm in a festive mood.

It's our nation's birthday.

I'm going to give you a do-over.

Come on.

I want a thousand dollars.

Okay, first of all, you don't mention numbers.

Don't say a number. You leave that for the lawyers.

- I don't have lawyers. - Just pretend you do.

Right. Okay. Well, then, uh, uh...

then I want... rent.

Rent?

For a year. In the city.

Fine. Queens.

- Uh... - Push me. Come on.

You know how badly I want it, so use it.

The Village. One bedroom.

Studio.

Uh, elevator building.

A walk-up.

Deal.

There you go.

See you on the court, coach.

Who are these people again?

I told you. Gayle is my yoga teacher.

What's her husband do?

She's divorced.

We don't have to stay long, do we?

Hush. Not long.

You came.

Who is this?

Oh, that's my husband Sam.

Listen, we can't stay long.

Here, I brought you some tuna salad.

Thank you. Aw, don't you look festive.

I love your dress.

Thanks.

Come on in. The party's outside.

Yvonne, this is Judy from my Monday class.

Hi. Namaste.

Yvonne was my first yoga teacher.

Oh. Oh, that's great.

How long ago was that?

- Four years. - Mm-hmm.

Oh. I'm sorry. My husband Sam.

You say your name was Juan?

Yvonne.

Oh, the J is silent?

Nonexistent.

Well, help yourself to wine and food.

Deviled eggs.

Oh, Just one.

Hey!

Careful with this. It's quality shit.

Hasn't been cut with a ton of talcum powder and baby laxative.

Why do babies need laxative?

Fuck if I know. Do I look like Dr. Spock?

My point is be cool, okay?

Don't snort it all at once.

Don't mix it with anything.

Thanks, Party King.

Holy shit.

What the fuck are you looking at, asshole?

Misty: Get set, go!

Come on, come on, come on!

Whoo!

Oh, it's right there.

It's right there. Come on.

Come on, girls!

Don't let those boys win.

All right, get in there.

Nash: Don't tempt me, my little meerkat.

On your way with you. I'm only human.

Boychik.

Hey, got a minute?

I've got exactly two,

and I've got somewhere I need to be.

Getty asked me to coach him for the club tournament.

Excuse me?

Apparently he's got a hard-on

for this guy Feinberg who's won the last five years.

But, uh, I'm the head tennis pro.

I know.

Did Skip put you up to this?

No.

I see.

Look, I'm sorry, man.

It wasn't my idea.

I tried to tell him no,

but he said it's not my decision.

Well, good luck.

You're going to need it.

It'll be a cold day in hell

before Getty can defeat Feinberg.

Clumsy sheka foot faults more than my nana farts.