And Just Like That…

Oh, great. Thank you.

Oh, um... let's see.

Um, one classic cherry, one pecan,

two pumpkins, uh, one lemon meringue--

Excuse me.

Are you pre-ordering pies for Thanksgiving?

Yeah. Some people bring casseroles,

- I bring pies. - You just told me

you aren't taking any more pie orders for Thanksgiving.

We're not. What else, Carrie?

Oh. Uh, one blueberry.

Um, that's a pie order.

Pick-up for Martinez?

She used to live in the neighborhood.

I live in the neighborhood.

Ma'am, this woman has been ordering pies from me

every Thanksgiving since I opened.

Even during lockdown, when no one was going anywhere,

she ordered four pies and paid for four pies.

She didn't even pick them up.

They sat on that shelf 'til they turned green.

That's the kind of neighbor she is.

Did you so much as even think of me during the plague?

No, you did not.

You're two croissants a week, at best.

So, however many pies she wants, she gets.

Anything else, Carrie?

Um, yeah, um...

uh, yes, let's see. An apple crisp.

- Apple crisp. - Mm-hmm.

- Chocolate creme. - Chocolate creme.

I'm sorry, it's a big group this year.

Are you over here ordering pies?

No. No, I-- I wish I was.

'Cause I heard "chocolate creme."

I didn't.

The pies are ordered for your feast.

There was almost bloodshed.

Well, that's appropriate for this holiday.

How many did you get?

Seven, plus a gluten-free something

pretending to be a pie.

That's almost two people per pie!

Is that the incorrect pie-to-person ratio?

I-- I don't-- I don't bake.

Okay, well, dessert is one less thing

Brady will have to worry about.

Aw, baby's first turkey.

Guess where I am.

At a bank taking out a loan for all the pies?

Hmm. No, I'm walking down my old street.

It's so strange that I don't live here anymore.

I know, right? Brooklyn who?

It's so weird how we just move on.

But do we? I don't know, I think

part of me still lives here.

- Oh, my God! No way! - Hi!

Okay, Miranda, I gotta go. Lisette just came out.

- I'll call you later, 'kay? - Okay.

- Bye! - Bye!

What are you doing here?

I want my place back.

Of course, you do.

I have this nightmare all the time.

Aw!

Hi!

Oh, I'm such a bad friend.

I haven't seen you in forever because of a boy.

Yep, I'm that girl.

Wow, a boy. How's it going?

It's over, of course.

But, it lasted seven months, which is my record, so...

- Oh. - How's everything?

How are you and Aidan?

Um, we're not.

Twenty-two years, that's my record.

No. I'm sorry.

Oh, is that your car?

Yeah, no. But I'm not getting in now.

Yes, go, go! We'll catch up.

Well, I'm having a get-together the Monday before Thanksgiving

while everyone's in town. Come?

Mm.

- Poor us. - Aw, I'm fine.

- Well, then, poor me. - No, you're fine, too.

- Okay. - Bye.

- Come Monday! - Okay.

Come!

I'm gonna have to polish these babies up for Thanksgiving.

Eh, it'll be a nice change to rub something that stays hard...

...instead of my endless penis polishing.

Honey, I don't enjoy you making jokes about yourself like that.

And I don't enjoy not having an erection since the surgery.

Honey, it will come.

Well, it better, 'cause I sure haven't.

Okay, stop.

Also, we don't have to polish anything

because you keep forgetting that we're having Thanksgiving

at Miranda's.

And you keep forgetting that forgetting

is my passive-aggressive way of saying, "Do we have to?"

She probably makes her stuffing

with white bread and has NPR on instead of football.

I will be making the stuffing. And it will be your favorite,

focaccia with oysters and fresh sage.

I don't wanna eat your stuffing at her house.

I wanna eat it here in my own home.

I wanna pass out on my own couch in a tryptophan-induced coma.

Is that so much to ask?

Listen, she has never hosted Thanksgiving

and she's excited.

You rescued Mr. Burton here.

You can't rescue me from a day of sitting upright

and All Things Considered?

Okay, I will try to get us out of it.

Mom, can you help?!

Coming, Rock!

Can you zip me up? I gotta try this on

- before dress rehearsal tomorrow. - Uh-huh.

Uh...

How do you like your Thoroughly Modern Millie costume?

It's cool.

Lily did way too much on the makeup,

and the wig's itchy, but that's showbiz.

Thanks, Mom.

Me.

Off.

The salesman who gave you that color

should have his homosexual card torn up.

- Try these. - So many?

Winter's coming. You need new sweaters.

And this Lanvin will look gorgeous with your eyes.

- You are so good to me. - Got that right.

No one will ever treat you better.

This is true.

No one will.

Ever.

Oh, God. What, are you gonna blow me at Bergdorf's?

I'm not going to blow you.

I'm going to propose to you.

Are you serious?

Am I known for my humor?

Tony, my lover, my love.

Will you marry me?

Yes!

How we doing in here?

- We're engaged in here! - Congratulations!

And how are we liking the plum?

Your novel?

Fan-fucking-tastic!

I literally could not put it down.

I mean, I still can't!

Your prose is fluid and so moving.

Now, when do I get the last chapter?

Well, you-- you have the last chapter.

Oh, I do?

- Mm-hmm. - Sorry. Sorry.

That's okay!

Okay...

She's in the garden...

- alone. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's the last page.

After her love dies, the woman is alone.

You know me. I'm happy ending gal.

So, uh, what you've written

is a romantic tragedy?

Well, I-- I mean, how is a woman

alone in a garden a tragedy?

Well, not today, it's not. Today it's Tuesday.

I mean, hello?

But in 1846, when this takes place...

a woman alone at the end would be a tragedy.

Would it not?

Thank you, dear. Ooh!

- Thank you! - Beautiful.

Thank you so much.

You guys have to come see Rock

in Thoroughly Modern Millie. You have to.

- Why do we have to? - You have to see what I saw.

Rock in the Millie costume is so grown-up and so...

So what?

Pretty.

But I don't know if I'm allowed to say that.

I-It's like seeing who Rock would be if-- if...

If they still identified as a Millie?

Well, count me in.

You know how much I love musical theater,

especially at the high school level.

Sorry, can't Friday.

Joy and I are going to a lecture

on the role of media in disaster management.

Oh! That sounds fun, too.

Well, you know, it-- it's fine, because I can take pictures.

Uh, un-- unless that would upset Rock.

But-- but anyway, no worries.

- I have worries. - Miranda?

I invited Brady's baby Mamma Mia

to Thanksgiving and didn't tell him.

Maybe you could also attend a lecture

on the role you play in home disaster management.