Bob Hearts Abishola

Previously on Bob Hearts Abishola...

Since you are no longer interested in Chukwuemeka,

what would you think if I set him up with somebody else?

Why would you do that?

He's so boring and arrogant.

Yes, you are right.

But maybe there's a woman out there

who can see past those flaws,

someone with a lot of love to give

and enough frequent flyer miles to take him to Aruba.

Are you interested in him?

Me? No. I was thinking of somebody else.

It is me.

- There it is. - I knew it.

Okay, I have to go.

Your mother is all set,

but she'll need help getting to the bathroom.

Uh, can't she do, like, a bedpan or something?

She would prefer not to.

And if she's going to get better, she needs to start moving around.

I just came to tell you

that I will not be seeing Chukwuemeka again,

even though we had a fantastic dinner last night

and enjoyed each other's company very much.

You are lying again.

I am.

I told you...

there is a reason why a man that handsome

still lives with his mother.

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- I can't. - Yes, you can.

How 'bout, instead of a dumbbell,

you put a bottle of beer in my hand

and see if I can lift it to my mouth.

No beer. Try again.

It's useless.

You might as well cut it off

and get one of those robot arms Douglas keeps telling me about.

You do not need robot arms.

Oh, I get it.

The robot arm puts you out of business.

See if you can hold it here.

Ta-da!

All right, let's try some leg exercises.

Oh, you really suck.

No, you suck.

I keep telling you...

it's a waste of time.

Mm.

You have something better to do?

Okay, now, that was mean.

Then kick me.

Oh. I really want to.

Can I use my good leg?

You can try, but then I'll kick you back.

I've been doing this for weeks.

Nothing happens.

Okay.

If you finish your exercises,

I'll let you have half a beer.

- A whole beer. - A sip.

That's not how you negotiate!

You're supposed to meet me in the middle.

Okay, half a beer after lunch,

half a beer after dinner.

Now you're talkin'.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

I can't!

All right, we can stop for now.

Oh, great.

You made the old broad cry.

Now your job is done.

I know it's hard,

but you're doing very well.

I still get the beer, right?

Yes.

Thank you.

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You know, there's a silver lining in Mom's stroke.

What's that?

Family time. Quality family time.

I agree. Family.

That's what it's all about.

Can we please just watch the game and not talk?

Like a family.

Your mother is taking a nap.

You might want to check on her in about an hour.

How'd the physical therapy go?

Making any progress?

Not as much as she would like.

I saw this news thing on robot arms.

Is that an option?

No, Douglas.

And, please, don't give her any more bad ideas.

The guy on TV was juggling.

Douglas, watch the game.

Okay.

Is there anything we can do?

Yes. She needs to get back to her old life...

go back to work, spend time with friends.

Sitting in that room all day is making her depressed.

You can help her with that, right?

Depression's kind of your jam.

Douglas, the game.

Yeah.

I'll bring some work home for her to do,

- and then we'll try to get her to socialize a little. - Good.

I'm sure she has many friends who are anxious to see her.

Eh, we'll dig somebody up.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Just so you know,

depression is a real, measurable disease.

Is one of the symptoms going to airport bars

to hook up with baggage handlers?

Very nice, Douglas.

What?

I was enjoying family time!

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- What? - That pharmacist keeps texting me.

- I thought you broke it off. - I did.

I told him very clearly we should just be friends.

You're such a bad liar.

I am.

But look at this.

Look what I can get over the counter.

Mm. I don't want to see that.

I do.

Damn, he's pretty.

Send this to me.

- No. - Oh, come on.

I've been married a long time.

I need a little help to get across the finish line.

What would your husband say?

Oh, he won't care. He'll hold the phone for me.

Look who's here!

Hey, you!

So good to see you. How you doing?

Yeah, what's the good word?

Paralysis.

Well, you look fabulous.

Yeah, sure.

No, it's true.

We were expecting to see a melted candle with blonde hair.

- Trish. - You laughed in the car.

So,

what you been up to?

Not much.

I sit here, watch TV.

They make me exercise.

That sounds fun!

Yeah, like a staycation.

Who needs Cabo?

So, how's it going at the club?

Oh, well, here's some big news.

We have a new member who happens to be a black gal.

We love her.

- She's great. - So great.

- That's great. - It is great.

So...

so, when are you done with all this?

I don't know.

Maybe never.

Okay, I'm j... I'm just gonna say it.

I'm sad now.

Oh, Jen, it's gonna be okay.

Really?

'Cause I'm really sad.

Thanks for coming.

- Bye. Bye. - Okay, you bet.

If that was me, I'd take a handful of pills

and just end it.

She can't open the bottle.

- That's the problem. - I know.

Well, that was a fun little visit, huh?

Don't ever spring that on me again.

No more visitors.

- Why not? - I don't want people

to see me like this.

Come on, you got nothing to be embarrassed about.

People get sick, life happens.

No more visitors.

- Okay, okay. - I don't need

any more lookie-loos.

"Come see the one-armed woman

trying to chew a pizza roll with half a mouth."

Well, that's why you're slim... you chew.

I just swallow 'em like pills.

It's not fair. They're both older than me,

and they're totally healthy.

Well, I'm sure, at some point,

they'll have their own medical crisis to deal with.

Don't try and cheer me up.

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Mm. I spoke with your mathematics teacher today.

She said that Beginning Algebra is not challenging for you.

You should be in Advanced Placement.

- I'd rather not do that. - Why not?

I'd like to stay in a class with my friends.

Are you listening to my stupid son?