All I Wish

God.

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Of course you're the first one. Why wouldn't you be?

Yeah, I look forward to seeing you, too.

Yeah, honey, I'll see you later today. Okay.

Does your mother always call you at the crack of dawn?

Only on my birthday.

You didn't tell me it was your birthday.

Huh. Didn't I?

Well, I think I would've remembered.

Okay, how old?

Forty-six.

Forty-six?

That's not... That's not old.

Okay. What are we gonna do?

Shooters at The Cove, baby.

My buddy hooked up with a waitress, so if we take him, we drink for free.

Okay.

Senna?

- Senna? - Yeah. Hi.

Theo, you better hit the road.

Can we hang out again?

Oh. Yeah.

Hi, how's it going?

So my band's playing at The Whiskey on Saturday.

Wow, that's so great.

He wanted to spend my birthday with me.

The nerve. That is a relationship killer, for sure.

- He's not a relationship. - Oh. Okay.

He's a hookup.

And anyway, I have plans with you on my birthday.

Movies and a tattoo, right?

- Who are you calling? - My friend from Boston.

The one I told you about.

Recently separated, just moved to LA, very handsome.

No setups.

Oh, my God!

You're engaged. Why didn't you tell me?

You're afraid you can't be happy in front of me.

No, I just... It wasn't a big deal. I mean...

- Come on! - Plus, it's your birthday.

I was gonna wait until...

You're right. It kind of makes you wanna scream, doesn't it?

Yeah.

That felt good. Oh, my gosh.

- He did good. - He did, right?

- You wanna try it on? - No!

Why? Are you afraid you're gonna want one?

Try it on. Try it on. Try it on.

Look. It doesn't fit. How metaphorical.

What are you gonna do now, buy a toaster?

Get towels with your name on them? Move to the Valley?

I'm gonna meet his parents. They're flying in Friday.

We're having dinner at the Highland Tower.

Fancy.

Look, why don't you come to work with me, and I'll suit you up.

You should get a dog.

Really? And why should I get a dog?

Because a dog will help you quit smoking.

You smoke because you're either lonely or unsatisfied in your life.

I smoke because people are annoying.

Unsatisfied then.

And a dog would help me how?

It's not. It was for the loneliness. Your thing is way worse.

Whether you wade through hazardous waste or just want to look like you do,

Nicoletta Fumagalli has the boot for you.

Orange!

It's so vibrant and holy

and preppy and...

Oh, you look like a lemon.

I love orange. You can color-block it like Rothko...

The dinner's not in Florida.

Oh. No.

Yeah, there you go.

- Really? - Come on, where's the trust?

Okay, okay.

Those boots are an inspiration. I'll take 'em.

You're the buyer.

No. Senna, no.

Yes. Yes, Darla, yes.

- Pins. - Sure.

- Let's see. - Here, babe.

Right. I think we just pull this in.

When are you gonna design your own line of evening wear?

You know, when I get a pony and gold medal at the Olympics for skateboarding.

You can pretend you're happy hawking other people's crappy designs,

but your stoner lifestyle suggests otherwise.

So let's keep this in the A-line shape.

You're the Picasso of design. Look.

Yeah, well, Picasso didn't have two decades of credit card debt to pay off.

- Senna. - Mommy.

My baby.

My beautiful birthday girl.

Just look at you.

- Jack, I'd like another green tea, please. - Absolutely.

Jack asked me how old you are.

- People do that on your birthday, Mom. - When you're five.

Happy birthday, baby.

Open it.

Oh, Mom.

Your father gave that to me on our wedding day.

It brought me 10 years of the best love any woman could ever want.

Kind of hoping it'll bring you luck in that department.

Put it on.

Want me to help you?

Got it.

There. It's beautiful on you.

Um, Darla told me that you're dating a fetus.

- You talked to Darla? - So it's true.

Yes, Mom, I'm dating a fetus.

It's kind of hard for us to get serious with his mom always tagging along.

- Let me tell you something about men. - Oh, please do.

Men don't fall in love with women who don't take themselves seriously.

They'll have sex with them, but then they'll have sex with just about anybody.

But when it comes to love, they want a woman who's got her act together.

I'm trying to acknowledge that without sarcasm, but it's hard.

Don't eat the bread. If you're hungry, we'll order.

By the way, just asking.

What image do you think you project

when you wear a top that you can see through?

- It's Christian Dior, Mom. - I don't care who it is.

Showing your nipples doesn't make you look chic.

It just makes you look like a tart.

Senna, come in.

I have just one question.

Are you kidding me? Do you know who my customers are?

Have you seen them? Have you noticed what they're wearing?

- Yes. The boot... - Is orange!

- Well, I thought... - I know what you thought.

That it would be fun and unique and daring.

My customers are not daring!

And it's not your job to reinvent them.

It's your job to buy what they want to wear.

I can't keep having this conversation with you.

I'm sorry, but we're done.

- What do you mean? - I mean you're fired.

- You said we were staying in. - I just ordered a ton of takeout,

and I need help carrying it out.

- It's really good. - Surprise!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, dear Senna

Happy birthday to you

- Make a wish. - Don't waste it.

Come on!

- Senna! - Lars.

I got you something. It's on the house.

Happy, happy birthday.

Okay.

Up-up-up.

- Gonna need to see some ID. - Oh, you.

Mmm.

- Sore subject? - Little bit.

Mmm. How about you, bud? Can I get you something?

Um... A frozen strawberry daiquiri, please.

- Seriously? - Seriously.

It's the palm trees. They make me feel like I'm on vacation.

- Where are you from? - Boston. Yeah.

I moved out here a week ago. I'm hoping to get discovered.

Really? Actor or rock star?

Rock star, obviously.

- So what do you play? - Nothing yet.

It's really more of a backup plan in case my day job doesn't work out.

- What do you do? - I'm a lawyer.

Oh.

My firm has offices out here. They offered to relocate me,

and I didn't want to turn down a free trip to California.

Well, when the inner rock star beckons, better listen.

You know what? That is so true.

And my inner rock star is extremely temperamental.

One frozen strawberry daiquiri, extra umbrella for you.

Wow, thank you.

So where are you squatting?

Santa Monica.

That is a long way to come for a daiquiri.

It was. I'm supposed to meet someone I knew from Boston, a woman I worked with.

She's having a birthday party for a friend of hers.

Sei... Set... Sierra? Sierra or Henna.

Some hippie, crunchy name you only hear in California.

I'm actually kind of relieved I missed the party.

Really? And why is that?

- My friend Darla... - Mmm-hmm.

She kind of fancies herself as a matchmaker.

- Does she? Uh-huh. - Mmm-hmm.

- And I hate to be set up. - You do?

Don't you? It's awful.

So why'd you do it?

She begged.

- She begged? - She kind of did.

She begged!

Oh.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Her friend... - Uh-huh.

Kind of sounds like a train wreck.

Yeah, she went to art school for a couple of years.

That obviously didn't work out, and now she's working some...

I don't know. Some kind of, like, nowhere job in retail.

She just sounds really unhappy, like she's floundering around, so...