Work in Progress

Previously on Work in Progress...

I mean, he goes and meets

- this Carol Ann... - Carol Lynn.

And then they decide to get married?

Danger Zone is playing

- at Dad's wedding? - Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey, I'm Jamal. My brother.

Hey, I'm Mark. Nice to meet you.

Hey Chris, could you try not to get

like, that orange stuff on my dead mom's couch?

- I'm here for you. - Aww. Thanks, Campbell.

Ask me anything about my past, just not my dead name.

I cannot...

I cannot believe you just did that.

You are ruh-diculous.

I mean, come on, Mom.

Abby, that is not a weed.

Wait, wait.

Okay, Mom,

how is this a plant... and this a weed?

Well, they're different.

One adds beauty, and one is a nuisance.

Yep.

Going forward, can you not be so obvious

when you're comparing me and Alison?

- Oh, Abby. - Much appreciated.

You know that is not what I meant.

Well, I don't know that.

Besides, your sister refused to come and help today,

so guess who's the nuisance?

Yeah!

- See what I did there? - Yeah.

Okay. Hey, look, I know I forgot something,

but there's nothing I can do about it.

- Okay. - All right.

Okay. Ah, shit, somebody's texting me,

I don't even have to look, I know it's Alison.

- She's a fucking tyrant! -

Okay, I'll see you later!

And Meg texted me, can you believe that?!

Breathe, Abby!

Ahh, fuck!

Ohh, great, there's the table.

Okay, I know that I had ten.

Just put that right there.

I'm here! I'm here! Sorry.

I'm here. Pine cones. I'm on it.

So here's how the day is going to run.

Jesus fucking Christ, is Obama coming?!

- Look at this crap! - Abby, can you just follow the plan?

All right, got it. I'm pine cones. Whatever.

- Hi, you guys! - Hi, Aunt Abby!

Hi! Argghh!

Hey, Aunt Abby. Why do you need pine cones?

I'm not the one that needs 'em.

Your mom does, for table numbers.

Table one gets one pine cone,

table two gets two pine cones... You get it.

Why not just write the numbers?

I have no idea, Matty, I don't get it at all.

Let's ask Lady Pinterest over there.

- Abby! - Ohh!

Yeah, yeah, we're on it! Hey, Matty. Pine cones...

... pine cones, pine cones...

- Help Aunt Abby. Thank you. -

Love can surprise.

Love can heal.

Love can bridge.

Edward and Carol Lynn have found love in the purest form.

This union is a much-needed reminder for all of us

that we can never give up on love...

I thought for sure my mom was gonna outlive my dad,

but there's no way my dad's gonna outlive Carol Lynn, right?

By the power vested in me by the state of Illinois,

I pronounce you partners for life.

Or at least until Edward dies. Right?

Give her some sugar, brah!

You know, I don't think half a Xanax was enough.

Please rise.

It is my extreme pleasure to present to you

Mr. and Mrs. Edward... and Carol Lynn McEnany-Richards!

- It's time to drink! -

Please, please, please, tell your girl that you guys

are opening up with "What a Fool Believes."

- Please, tell me that, tell me, Jags. - Oh, we are not.

- Ah, goddammit! - You know what,

I'm just excited for "In The Air Tonight."

- That's Phil Collins. - No it's not. It's Loggins.

No, it's not.

So you only do Kenny Loggins songs?

No, we do other stuff too.

But, uh, Loggins is in our wheelhouse.

Especially "Su-su-suddio."

Oh, see? That's...

Look who's here, it's Mike!

- Hey! - Hey, Mike!

- How's everybody doing? - Great, it's fun!

Just counting down the minutes till I can enter the Danger Zone!

Yeah, you are! Whoo!

You were so out of it, that was the biggest burn!

- It was not a burn! - You had no idea!

- What a load, yes it was! - That's our band's name!

- Yeah, we know! -

Okay, you guys, I'm gonna sneak off

and have a cigarette, all right? I'll be right back.

When were you ever able to sneak anything?

I get it, Mike!

I'm loud!

Go fuck yourself, you tool bag!

- - I love you!

You guys know I got a tattoo? Hmm?

Really? Which Chinese symbol?

Fortitude.

Good story, Jags.

Worst part's over.

Jesus.

- -

Hmmm... Ooh, yes!

Yesssss!

I know they're in here... Oh!

Love you.

- It's okay, kid. -

It's okay.

Bye, Mom, I love you.

- Anybody got any whites? - Come on.

Shh, shh, shh.

No. No.

- - Shh, shh.

I'll call Mandel & Son.

Take 'em a while to get here.

I know. I know. I do.

Everybody grieves differently, okay?

Is that what your therapist told you?

Every single one of 'em.

Hey. Hey, hey.

- Go call Mike, okay? - I will.

All right. You're all right.

- I love you. - I love you too.

- _ -

You know I smoke, Dad.

Well, I don't want to know that.

It's just been a stressful day.

That's...

And why is that?

You know why.

Dad, you just got remarried...

and Mom only died, like, two and a half years ago?

Yeah, I know.

- - I know.

It's like you met some random woman,

and then you up and marry her...

I didn't up and marry Carol Lynn...

and she's not some random woman.

Okay, look, I understand that,

but that's what it feels like to me.

Look, Abby...

just because I got married

doesn't mean that I don't miss your mom every day.

Every day.

I see her... in you,

and Alison, and those kids.

It's just... I just haven't felt this,

I don't know...

calm?

Since she got sick.

I really do want you to be happy.

I hope you know that.

I do. Yeah.

It just... it just seemed sudden, and I'm just having trouble.

- It'll be all right. - I know.

Well, I get that.

But...

I hope you can give her a chance.

I will!

Dad, I have.

She's really cool,

and it's really pissing me off.

- I really like her! -

- Just so fucking cool. - Oh...

And Dad...

she's, like, 25 years younger than you?

Like, what's the deal with that?

Ooooh...

You know I hate when you do that.

Dad, don't.

I hate it.

Abby, Chris is 23 years younger

- than you are. - That is totally different.

He's only been able to buy liquor for two years.

Well, luckily for you,

I didn't meet him three years ago.