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Happy New Year.

Sharon.

Is my little man around?

Uh no, he's actually not,

but he should be any minute.

- Oh, I gotta give him his New Year's present.

Right.

His New Year's present.

Sure, silly.

I get him one every year.

Let's see, what did I get him last year?

Oh.

The silk boxer shorts I got him.

Hey, what do we have here?

Some gobble gobble?

It's New Year's, not Thanksgiving.

- Yeah, I thought it would be a nice holiday dish.

- Oh, honey, you cook it that way you're gonna dry it out.

Did you,

can you stay for dinner?

Hm?

No, no, no.

You two go ahead.

Ken's taking me to one of those shi-shi restaurants

he's always so excited about.

Made reservations months ago.

Mm.

Mm.

Speaking of which,

what's the date of the wedding again?

August 27th.

I knew it.

Can't make it, you'll have to reschedule.

Reschedule?

But you said you were free all summer.

Well I am.

We were.

But, Ken's got this cruise voucher and that's

the only weekend they can take us before it expires.

- But I've already booked the hall and everything.

So, book another weekend.

Don't worry so much.

It's still a ways off.

Look,

there is no way I am missing my only child's wedding.

You have to reschedule, end of story.

So,

how is the baby?

Happy and healthy?

Oh yeah, he's coming along alright.

God, I can't believe my little man

is having a baby.

Come on.

Loosen up.

You're liable to scare him off with an attitude like that.

Don't you think?

Thanks, Sharon.

* I get so restless I feel trapped inside my body

* Won't someone reach out

* And rescue me

* I can't settle down, settle down, settle down

* Settle down, settle down

* It's not the meds

* It's not the drag of decomposing

* I can't help this feeling

* I'm floating

* But anchored down, to the ground, to my bones

* To my own mortal address

* And if you would only cut the cord

* Well I wonder what my grandfather would think

* 50 years sweating for his family

* He knew how to settle down

* Settle down, settle down, settle down

(upbeat acoustic orchestral music)

Hey Pearly.

Oh, did you have a good day?

Oh.

Hello?

Hello?

It smells fantastic.

It's just one glass.

Your mom stopped by.

I guess so.

What'd she say?

- Come on, open your New Year's gift.

Yeah, I know.

I know it's kind of weird.

- Yeah, not to mention you're 33 years old.

What did she,

name some other ex-girlfriends she likes so much more?

- She told me we have to move the fucking wedding day.

Oh, pants!

Jean, look, pants.

So, we'll move the date.

It's not set in stone, is it?

I already booked the hall.

Well re-book it.

They're all booked up.

I mean, they're not all booked up but they're booking up.

Excuse me, Pearl.

Hon.

Come on.

Relax.

We'll just pick another date.

Why couldn't she make it?

A fucking cruise.

Ugh, her and Ken wanna go on some goddamn wind jammer cruise

to Turks and Caicos or some shit.

So I have to reschedule everything.

Well it's just a hall, Jesus.

Mm.

You know what, I'll figure it out after the holidays.

I'll make some calls.

What are havin', Thanksgiving day?

- Uh no, it is not just the hall.

It's trying to schedule with my family.

My friends.

Do you realize how long it took us to settle

on August 27th?

My parents are in and out of town all summer long

and when they're not out of town,

my dad's having his corrective surgery.

- Well it sounds like your parents are the problem,

not my parents.

No.

No.

They are not the problem because I have been in touch

with them and scheduling with them

for the past two months to land on August 27th.

Meanwhile your mom just stays out of the conversation

and says, "Oh, I'm just loafing around all summer."

And then she flippantly unloads this horse shit on me

about some fab fuck cruise that's gonna expire.

- That is not good, now is it, honey?

No.

And do you know how many of my stupid

fucking high school friends decided to get

married this summer?

All the weekends are filled up.

Will you please get a little upset about this, please?

Cary, it's just some dumb fucking cruise.

Can't you talk to her?

Sure.

Sure, I can talk to her.

Just stand up to her, hon.

It's our wedding, she'll understand.

Eh, okay.

- She's just doing it to be confrontational anyway.

I will forever be the other woman.

- Okay, god, don't get into this.

What? It's true.

You just don't know how true it is.

Okay, whatever.

Did you pick up the beets?

Oh, fuck.

No, I did.

I did, but I must've left them at The Getaway.

What?

Cary?

Fuck, I'm sorry.

I'll just, I can go grab 'em, it's not a problem.

No, don't worry about it.

I'm the only one who likes them anyway.

- Yeah, that's why I should get 'em though.

No.

- It'll just be a second, though.

No, I said it doesn't matter.

But I feel bad now.

- What were you doing at The Getaway anyway?

- I just stopped in for a second.

- Even though I was making this nice dinner for us?

Hon, it was just a second.

Just,

they had this new girl start so they asked me

to train her.

Why would they ask you?

You know what?

I left the beets on the back bar,

so that's where I'll go get 'em form.

No.

Fuck it, damage done.

Too late.

Oh.

I didn't wanna ruin your nice little spread.

- Bet you wouldn't have left the bag

if it was mac and cheese.

Oh!

You're makin' mac and cheese!

Yeah.

But I'm gonna spit in yours.

Seriously, see how these pants fit.

Okay.

- Other than the fact that there's no such thing

as New Year's gifts, it's odd how close in proximity

it is to Christmas.

Didn't she just get you pants?

Yeah.

And those,

those were too small too.

- She still thinks you're her wittle boy.