The first 200 lines.
I'm counting this as a walk, by the way.
We walked from the car to this bench.
Let's not be heroes.
Oh! Andrea's going live.
She's trying to be a beauty influencer.
Hi, everyone! It's your girl Andrea here.
It's, like, super important to start your skin care young.
This is my mother.
What's happening here?
See how she did not start
her skincare at my age?
Sad.
Is that your driver's license photo?
Ooh. DMV lighting's brutal.
I did not approve this!
Today, I'm giving away a free jade roller
to the first person who can guess my mom's actual age.
Let's see what we've got here.
Oh, 58! Nope.
51. Closer.
Unh-unh! Very far! Oh! 39!
Mm, enough! We're -- We're done. We're not watching this.
Oh, we have a winner! Turn it off. Turn it off.
Ah! I won!
I won the jade roller.
Can you deliver it to me?
Deliver it somewhere.
I'll tell you where I'm gonna deliver that jade roller.
Jodie: It is Dylan McKay Day.
Can you guys be at my house by 1:00?
Aw, shoot. I have the kids.
Ask Gloria to stay. Are you insane?
I can't tell Gloria I want to take time away from the kids
to go lay in bed, stuff my face,
and watch a "90210" marathon with my friends.
Gloria needs to understand that this is the anniversary
when Dylan picks Kelly over Brenda.
Bad mistake. The obvious choice.
Obvious.
That was the biggest fight we ever had.
My thumb still does not bend
from when Coleen winged that Magic 8-Ball at me.
Well, you wouldn't stop gloating
after Dylan chose that blonde whore.
But we moved past it, it made us stronger,
and Coleen would be so mad
if we stopped doing this just because she's gone.
Alright, well, I'll be late 'cause I have to work.
Can't a 14-year-old cover your shift?
Very funny.
They don't get off school till 3:00. Mm.
And Tanzy's working. I want to see her.
What's a Tanzy?
It's just a girl I like at work.
She's, uh -- She's hot, and she reads.
I think. Wait.
You like someone? This is huge!
No, it's... not. Tanzy.
What, did her parents own a carnival?
Oh, I'm sorry we can't all be Amys.
Okay, so Sarah will be late, just like in her doctor days.
You have to make this work.
Don't you think I want a break?
Who knew it would be difficult
being a mother and a working woman?
Everyone.
There are literally shelves of books about this.
Blogs, too. Podcasts. Mm.
I love D-Day, but again, the childcare thing.
Okay, why is there not a Tinder for babysitters?
You are not my table!
I am so sorry. That was a waitressing flashback.
But why would you touch me?
I'm sorry to eavesdrop,
but I can babysit your kids today if you want.
Oh, that is very sweet,
but I can't have a stranger watch my children.
Can I? No.
No, no, no. I can't. I-I can't.
Can I? I'm not a stranger.
We live on the same street. I'm Emily.
Really? What house?
Uh, the red house.
You sideswiped our mailbox.
Yeah, that doesn't narrow it down.
But, hey, if you're a neighbor, then if something goes wrong,
I know where you... might live.
So I'm in. I'm in! So now you need to make this happen.
Guys, look.
This is what Tanzy looks like.
Oh, my God. Wow.
Why is she working at Fields?
Thank you.
No, that's not --
That's what I meant. That is what I mean.
Excuse me. What time --
You are not my table!
Oh. Oh, be at my house at 1:00.
Gloria: Ooh, I'll be back tomorrow!
Don't you worry. We're gonna have a good time!
Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, I need -- I need my bag. Oh, right, yeah.
Oh. There we go.
Off we go! Okay, love you.
Guys, good news!
Someone younger and more energetic than Mommy
is gonna come over and spend the afternoon with you.
Someone who likes to stand up more.
Yay! Right?
But here's -- here's -- here's the thing.
We can't tell anyone about this.
It's our little secret -- especially not Gloria.
Why not?
'Cause no one likes a narc, Luke.
Also, I'll buy you a Blow Pop.
Gloria doesn't like us to have candy.
Well, then we won't tell her this, either.
Hmm? Two secrets. Big day.
Okay? That's it.
Alright. Great work.
That was -- We gotta work on that.
We gotta work on that.
Oh, hey, Tanzy.
I didn't know you were working today.
Me either.
I did molly last night, and I thought it was December.
Huddy had to call me in.
I mean, who doesn't want
a serotonin and dopamine dump, right?
Dump? Ew.
No, no. It's -- It's like a dump
in -- in your brain, not like an actual...
Okay.
Where you -- I mean, 'cause you're affected in your brain.
It's not gonna work. You and Tanzy? No.
Ta-- Tanzy? What? No.
Why not?
Well, she's into dating younger people,
like early-20s young, and you're --
Tread lightly, Huddy.
You're a geriatric millennial.
A what?!
What does that even mean?
It's a polite way for saying "old millennial."
Like you.
Mm.
You know what? I don't need this today.
I had a prior engagement, and I came to work instead
because I am responsible.
Which also makes you a geriatric millennial, so, I mean -- Stop it!
Stop saying "geriatric"! Stop it!
Stop saying "geriatric"! Stop it! Okay. Alright.
I may be old, in your opinion, but I'm gonna blow off my shift
just like a Gen Z would.
Alright, I'll hit you up on your pager, doctor!
Oh, Huddy.
Oh, God. What's with the robe?
Are you sick? No, I'm comfy.
Just trying to let loose for D-Day.
Oh. Here. Let loose.
Alright, but only 'cause I'm a little chilly.
Oh, my God.
I had the hardest time getting Gloria out of the house.
Emily had to circle around the block on her bike
three times before it was clear.
Wait. Shoes off the bed, please. Oh, my God.
Don't you think Luke is just gonna tell Gloria anyway?
No, I gave him candy so he wouldn't tell anyone.
It's our little secret.
Amy, you can't do that with kids.
Why?
'Cause of the whole child-molestation thing.
What? Yes.
Lying has really changed.
No, it's always been that way.
Oh, good.
Robes in the afternoon. We are geriatric.
No, Taylor Swift wears robes. Come on.
Jodie, you are not Taylor Swift, but interesting comparison.
Okay.
Let's do our eating over here.
What?
Dan hates crumbs in the bed.
He says it's like sleeping on the beach,
and he hates the beach.
Oh, I bet that's mutual.
Jodie, why do we have to cross over here
and -- and hunch over Dan's man jewelry --
Is that a pinky mood ring?
I can't even look at this.
We'll get our steps in. Get our steps in?
We are not supposed to move on D-Day.
Coleen would be horrified. Exactly.
Remember when I had to drag you to the bathroom at Col's house
'cause your legs fell asleep?
That's D-Day.
I got a rug burn on both shoulders.
Coleen laughed so hard
that that chocolate shake came out her nose onto the bed.
She didn't even clean it up.
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