Grace and Frankie

Dr. Bender, paging Dr. Bender, please.

Dr. Bender, paging Dr. Bender, please.

He's OK, Grace. Everything went really well.

They just moved him out of recovery

- and he's in his room. - Oh, thank God.

- I've been praying for him. - Me too.

What's happening?

Is there news?

Your dad made it through surgery with flying colors.

He's going to be just fine.

That's so good!

- Ah... Let me just... - Sorry... Yeah.

- Wow. - I was still asleep.

That was special.

He looks so small in that bed.

I can almost see what he looked like when he was a boy.

When he wakes up should I tell him Frankie and I had intercourse?

- No! No! - Are you crazy?

OK. That was my instinct. Just checking.

Sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for Mr. Hanson's spouse?

Well, I guess that would be me. I am the spouse.

Well, don't get too excited. I'm from the billing department.

Oh.

I love you so much.

Wow. They really are married, aren't they?

They really are.

I need gluten.

Oh. My powers are weak.

Your powers are fictional.

Oh, God.

We don't look a day over 350.

I would've loved being born in the 17th century.

Of course I would have died in my 30s.

- I look like our mailman. - Let's go.

Hey, kids, I feel my trademark energy waning,

and I could really use a bowl of Grape-Nuts.

So unless one of you has some, I... I'm just gonna skedaddle.

- OK. - Bye, Frankie.

- Bye, Momma. - Bye, Mom.

- Don't ask. - What's wrong?

Our insurance is balking at the bill, plus, I just remembered

there are 80 people coming to our house in 48 hours

for a wedding that's already happened. Not to mention the caterer, the florist...

Yeah, what about the bagpiper?

- Did he make you get the bagpiper? - Two!

Identical twin, red-headed piper brothers. Fergus and Finn.

Hot.

Sol, we'll can take care of it.

Right guys? We'll just... We'll call everyone and cancel everything.

- It's fine. - Really?

I hate to be helpful, but I could use the distraction

while we're waiting for Dad to wake up.

Dad, don't stress. We got it. Take this off your worry list.

- It's time for a full-body exhale. - Uh-oh.

- Full-body exhale. Here we go. - Excuse us.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Drop it! Release my Cheez-Its!

Aw, man, she really does need her full 11 hours.

OK, I got to go home, check on the house,

get a change of clothes. Wait!

I need to fix this insurance stuff before Robert wakes up.

And get a change of clothes. Did I say that?

OK, this is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna go to your house so you can stay here

- and take care of everything else. - I couldn't ask you to do that.

Well, you didn't. I offered.

Text me a list of what you need and I'll bring it back for you.

Oh, thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Insurance.

Let me hold that.

- Bye, Mom. - Oh. Hey, guys.

Somebody should be here if Robert wakes up.

- Coyote, will-will you stay? - Of course.

I love to watch guys sleep.

Speaking of sleep, I like sleep.

I prefer it to running errands for my ex-husband.

Why are we doing this for him?

Because, Frankie. It's what one does.

It's not what I does. I've been here for 48 fucking hours...

Whatever, Mary Lou. Why don't you work at McDonald's?

- Whoa. - Yeah, I know stuff.

No, you don't.

- Yes, I do. - Mommy, look! Free crackers!

Nothing's free.

You... Frankie!

Whoa.

This is a lot more loot than Sol and I got for our wedding.

Mighta had something to do with the 50 other couples you were married with.

Oh, man, they got a Vitamix?

I always wanted one of those.

They get everything, don't they?

Maybe Sol will trip over it when he comes back.

Actually, will you help me move some of these things out of the way?

Oh, whatever, Mary Lou.

Why don't you... Lou.

Why don't you go to McDonald's and get me...

- Forget it. You'll never learn it. - Everybody a burger.

Hello.

Oh! No solicitors.

No, no, I-I live across the street,

and I saw an ambulance here a couple of days ago.

- Are you Gladys Kravitz? - No, I'm Lucy.

Oh, Grace! Grace!

She knows me. Grace.

- Lucy. Hello. - Hello.

Listen, what's going on? I've been very worried.

Robert had a heart attack, but he's all right.

- Ah! He's all right? - Yeah, he's fine.

Oh, well, I'm so relieved.

We're all relieved. Thanks for stopping by, Luce.

Yeah, you're welcome. It's just so crazy.

I mean... Oh, those are from us.

Ken and I were just here for dinner with the boys and Robert looked just fine.

- You, you had dinner with them? - Well, it was their turn to host.

And let me say that Robert makes a mean mojito.

- Robert? - Well, you know,

Ken and I have always wanted to get to know you, too.

But, you know, you were busy with the kids and work,

and rushing out of the car to your house,

and rushing from the house to the car. So...

How do you catch a moonbeam in your hand?

Poor Sol. He must be worried sick.

He is so wonderful.

- Do you know Sol? - Clearly I-I know nothing.

Well, I hope that you get to meet him some day.

Sol has the soul of the Buddha, he has the heart of Mother Teresa.

And, oh, those soulful eyes!

How they twinkle when you know he's...

You know, since you love Sol so much, maybe you could take him his underwear.

Oh, Frankie.

- Well, I suppose I could. - No. We're OK.

- Thank you for stopping by, Lucy. - OK. All right.

- Well, you know, I'm available. - We'll give him your regard.

No. You give him a hug.

Oh, my God. Let's do this and get out of here.

- What? - I don't know. It's just... different.

You want to leave?

What is that coffee table doing floating out in space?

And this chair?

Looks like it dropped out of a wormhole from the Tang Dynasty.

Everything is just wrong.

And what's with the ottoman that looks like a yeti?

- That's Sol's, right? - Yeah. He loves that thing.

Well, it belongs by the window, or... out the window, actually.

Did you know I even sewed a stupid pocket on it for his stupid reading glasses?

Which he never used because they were always under a stupid couch cushion.

Sol did not put these glasses on his list

because he thinks he has his extras, which he doesn't,

because they are always under his favorite pillow.

Ha-ha. Ta-da!

It's like a circus trick that not many people would be interested in.

Including me. Let's get out of here.

No, you stay down here. I'm gonna do the upstairs stuff.

- Oh, brother. - There's a brown sweater,

Xanax, mouth guard.

- God, I hope there's a case on that. - Well, the Xanax will not be upstairs

because he keeps that with all his other drugs,

which are with the spices in the kitchen.

Well, that makes about as much sense as a sarape on a velvet couch.

And the brown sweater is in a cedar box he keeps in the closet

so that it will smell like the cabin where he first read Catcher in the Rye.

- You're kidding. - Damn it, knowledge, leave my head!

We can't get the deposits, but we can try to get some money back.

We should play up the heart attack.

Say the surgeon had to go back in because they left a Coke can inside.

- Over the top. - Shot glass. Dice.

- Bow tie? - Is the surgeon a riverboat gambler?

Look, I'll call the vendors, you guys divide the guest list.

Wouldn't it be better if you took the list

since all of these people like you better than me?

Exactly. The guests will be so eager to get off the phone with you

that it'll all go by more quickly.

A brutal yet fair point. You're smarter than I give you credit for.

Though I do wonder how Princess Goody Two-Tits is gonna get one single penny

from the big, bad potentially mob-affiliated vendors.

Wuh-whoa. Big sister throw-down.

The same way I beat you out for Commissioner of Youth Activities

by using my sweet demeanor and sugar cookies to get elected

while you used intimidation and then promised to blow everyone.

- Game on. - I didn't do it.

There wasn't enough time before voting.

Hey.

Did you read my play?

Did you give me a play?

You didn't read it yet?

Um...

Well, what was your play about?

Oh... So cute.

Oh...

Ee! Cold.

Oh...

Little baby spoons.

What are you doing?

- What does it look like I'm doing? - Stealing from our ex-husbands.

- Are you going to tell? - No.

Take a spoon so I know you're cool.

I'm not telling them, because you're not doing it,

because it's not something one does.