Mom

What are you doing?

Waiting for the bathroom.

Tammy's taken it hostage.

Just go use the one upstairs.

Good idea. I'll just hop in the elevator.

Sorry, but isn't it great

I don't even see the chair anymore?

Yeah, you're the best.

How you doing in there, Tammy?

Wrapping it up, boss.

Just scraping the jail out of my feet.

Oh, I got to scrape that image out of my mind.

Keep looking. Maybe food will magically appear.

Tammy even polished off the mystery Tupperware.

We should ask her what the hell was in there.

Mac and cheese. I still say chicken.

Maybe.

Hey, guys, I think we need

to set some time limits on the bathroom.

Ah, give her break. This is the first time in seven years

she's been able to take a shower that didn't turn into a date.

Hey, Adam, thanks again for tomorrow.

- Mm. - We are gonna have a blast.

I know. I can't wait.

He doesn't know what I'm talking about, does he?

Not a clue.

San Francisco, tickets to Wicked, graduation gift

- for the little scamp. - You never told me that.

Oh, please. It was right there on your Visa bill.

But I hate plays.

This isn't a play. It's a musical.

You're rowing in the wrong direction.

Look, come on, Adam.

It's about the Wizard of Oz. It'll be great.

So a musical about a musical?

Why, that changes everything.

What do you want to do with the extra ticket?

How about Marjorie?

Eh... It's a long drive.

How about Tammy?

Tammy yells at the TV.

What's she gonna do when there's flying monkeys coming at her?

- Jill? - In the nosebleed seats?

She'll jump to her death.

- Oh. - Wendy?

Oh, come on. Be serious.

Well, we're out of friends, so we're back to Marjorie.

And she could use a break. Since Victor's stroke,

her whole life has been taking care of him.

How's he doing anyway?

Pretty much the same.

Super sad. Hey, why don't we scalp the ticket?

What? I said, "Super sad."

I'm calling Marjorie.

Fine.

You dodged this bullet,

but you're still taking me to see Cher next month.

Cher?!

What is happening?

You really need to start looking at your Visa bill.

Wow. We are way up here.

I hope we can tell which witch is which.

Thank God Adam didn't come.

I completely forgot to get him a handicap seat.

We would've had to pass him down the row like a hot dog.

Well, I don't care where we're sitting.

I have been dying to see this show.

I know every song by heart.

But we're gonna let the actors sing 'em, right?

Sure, they can join in.

Switch with me, now.

Oh, my God, she was flying and singing.

Isn't this amazing?

She didn't choose to be wicked.

It was thrust upon her!

I know. Now I understand you better!

So do I.

Thank you both so much. I'm having the best time.

And you weren't lying. You do know every word.

Uh-huh.

- Can I see your bag of candy? - Oh.

Help yourself.

You'll get this back at the end of the show.

I fixed it, lady, so you can stop sighing.

I think I've got go to the bathroom,

but I know the line's gonna be way too long.

Just use the men's room.

It's San Francisco. No one's gonna ask.

Oh, my God.

Victor's had another stroke.

Oh, no.

- We got to go. - Of course.

Yeah, we should all go.

Has anybody heard from Marjorie?

Went by this morning, and she didn't answer the door.

If your husband just died, would you want to talk?

Poor woman was by his side every minute, month after month,

and the one time she gets dragged away...

Got it, Mom. I killed Victor by taking her to a musical.

I can't stop thinking about Victor.

He was ripped from us too soon! (cries)

Did she even know Victor?

She barely knows Marjorie.

Till a week ago, she was calling her "Marsha."

I'm sorry. I just shoved my feelings down in the slammer.

Now they're just shooting out of me.

So people in prison actually say "slammer"?

You makin' fun of my words?

No, sir, I am not.

- Hey, ladies. - Hey. - Hey.

Guess who got a parking space right out front.

- You're here. - I'm so sorry.

- Oh, yeah. - How you doing?

Oh, thank you. I'm okay.

I dropped by earlier. Where were you?

Ah, well, I had to buy the cookies, and on the way home,

I saw the cutest sweater in a store window,

and what do you think?

- You went shopping? - Well, it was more of an impulse buy.

I didn't think you'd be going out today.

If I had known, I would have picked you up.

Don't be silly. I can drive. Yeah.

Ooh, hoo.

You know, you forget about macaroons,

and then you have one, and it's, like, wow.

Anybody else think she seems a little too... not sad?

She's probably still in shock.

Mm, she should be. That sweater's a swing and a miss.

Everyone grieves in their own way.

She's not grieving at all.

She's shopping and eating and parking.

Some keep it inside, some let it out.

There's no rulebook for feelings.

When did booze commercials start showing up on TV again?

I mean, I'm watching my Hallmark Christmas movie marathon,

and there's an ad for some kind of fancy bourbon

that's been tongue-kissed by the devil.

Suddenly I'm horny, I want to get drunk,

and I could give a flying fig

if Reba McEntire makes it home for the holidays.

Thanks.

Would anyone else like to share?

Is anyone else sure they don't want share?

If I wanted to share, I'd raise my hand.

I know how it works.

I could go again.

Maybe this time, you'll pay attention.

Yesterday, she went mall jogging, had some Wetzel bits,

and then she bought a colander at Williams Sonoma.

Are you stalking her?

No, she Instagrammed it.

The pretzels or the colander?

Both. I don't think she totally gets Instagram.

Or death.

Christy, why don't you let her get through this in her own way?

Hey, she's the one who told me

if we bury our feelings, it could lead to a relapse.

It could. And guess what? You have no control

over someone else's drinking, so let this go.

You let it go.

Does Marjorie have a sponsor?

- Yes. - Does she work the program?

- Yes. - Does she have a higher power?

- Yes. - ls it you?

Yes. I mean, no.

- So you gonna let it go? - (sighs)

Okay.

Your lips say "okay," but those crazy eyes say,

"I'm gonna get under the hood of this engine and rip it up."

It's that obvious?

How were you ever a gambler

with a poker face like that?

That's not my poker face.

This... is my poker face.

It's very effective.

Just leave the flowers anywhere.

Two hour service and not one tear.

I thought she was going for a tissue at one point,

but she just had a bug in her eye.

It's healthy. She's moving on.

But when I go, I expect you to throw yourself on the coffin

and curse God for taking me so young.

Don't worry. When the time comes,

I've got a whole performance planned out.

Great.

Wait.

You gave a beautiful eulogy.

So many Victor fun facts.

I mean, who knew he was an amateur magician?

I did.

We had a long dinner here one night,

which was lovely.

He made an entire Saturday night go poof.

Adam, I just remembered.

I have something I want you to have.

Oh.

I hope it's a beer.

Yeah, she keeps a six-pack of beer in her bedroom.

I used to keep

a keg and a tank of nitrous in my bedroom.