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that I really want to. - How long have you

been a teacher? - Hmm. [laughs]

It's-- Gosh, it's almost

been ten years. It seems like yesterday,

though. - He's really good too. Kevin's classes

always fill up. - So what grades

do you teach? - I teach science

to mostly seniors at a small

private school. - So how come you guys

aren't married? - Yeah. You afraid Jen's whacked,

like our mom? - Girls--

- It's okay. I'd be happy to answer that. Your aunt is the most

amazing woman I've ever known. And someday,

if I'm lucky, she will marry me. Now, what I want to kn is how

are you girls liking it here? - We'd feel better

if we could see our mom. - Well, I have some news. We're actually

scheduled for a visit

with your mom tomorrow. - Tomorrow? - But I need to explain

a little something to you first. I think she is planning on

being there a little bit longer than we all

originally thought. - Like, for how long? - Well, her doctor

has suggested long-term treatment. It's about three months. - So she's gonna be alone

in some creepy place for three months? - I know that it's longer

than we all thought, but she's agreed to this, and she's actually

told her doctors that she's happy about this. This is a really

good sign. - She wouldn't. - Look, I know this is

really hard to hear, but your mom needs

all the support-- [glass shatters] - Quinn. - A little wine,

a little relaxation time-- - Yes.

- It's gonna be okay. [glass crunching] - Ow, oh-- - What? - It's glass. Oh, my God,

there's glass in my hand. - Oh, my God.

- Mm! - Come on.

Let's clean that up. - Oh, my God. [suspenseful music] - You sure it doesn't hurt? - Yeah. It's fine. - Are you lying to me? - Yes. It hurts. - What happened? - Did we wake you guys up? - What's going on? - Oh, there was some glass

on the seat cushion outside. I cut my hand. It's nothing to worry about. - It was probably

from Quinn's glass. - How was I supposed to know? It's not like

I d it on purpose. - Okay. - I should probably

head home. - Yeah. - Good night, girls. - Okay, look. There's no sense

in blaming each other for something like this. This is an accident. - Good night. - Good night. I'm gonna go to bed,

and I think you should too. We have a big day tomorrow, and we've had enough excitement

for one night. Besides, you get

to see your mom. - Okay.

Good night, Jen. - Good night. [indistinct chatter] Thank you. - Here you go. - Ah, we finally

meet in person. I've listened

to your show for years. - Oh. - I see you got

the record you requested? - Yes, I do.

Thank you. - Hey, Doc! If she's such an expert, why am I here? Oh, I know. It's your fault I'm here. - Cassie. - You think you can

take my babies? - Nurse. - You think you can take

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