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They'll have maybe a sip of wine

every Friday night, on the Sabbath.

That's it, though,

and it's Manischewitz.

I've never had that.

You like High-C?

'Cause my mom, she likes to keep

the wine in the fridge...

and we'll still be drinking it

three months later.

- A good chardonnay can last...

- Yeah. It's red.

That's not good.

- Hey, by the way. Things to avoid.

- Okay.

Beginning sentences with,

"My mom."

Right.

I'm all over it.

However old you are,

I have to say...

I haven't had this much fun

in a really long time.

I'm glad I met you.

I gotta tell you...

you're making me nervous

in a way I'm not really familiar with.

My God, Lisa, what am I doing?

I only got divorced last week.

Easy, easy. It's okay.

You didn't tattoo his name

on your toochis, did you?

Do you want to

save some of that for later?

What? What is it?

He's...

- He's only 27.

- And?

What do you mean, "and"?

I mean, that's 10 years different.

He could be my brother.

If he were one year younger,

he could be your brother.

Aren't you embarrassed for me?

I mean...

this just smells of

"pool boy at Sandals Resort."

Oh, it's fine.

It might even do you some good...

if you know what I mean.

- Lisa!

- What?

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

You're both at your sexual peak.

So you approve?

Yes. Unequivocally.

Yes, this is good.

But it can't really go anywhere.

You know, I mean, he's...

He's so young.

Yeah, but it's a little early

to be worrying about that.

And besides, you're not looking to

get married next week, right?

Enjoy your life

a little bit.

You deserve this.

Twenty-seven.

Hell, I deserve this!

No, she's not Jewish.

Mom, I'm not trying

to kill you.

Yes, I want you to be alive

to see your grandchildren.

Your Jewish grandchildren,

Mom.

No, I didn't know that

you wanted to be buried in Israel.

Mom, I'm not gonna talk about this

over the phone right now, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

I love you, too. Bye.

Hey, Dave.

Hi, D.

Where's Mom?

I told you

to hang it up, Dinah!

Hey, guys.

You left the bathroom light on

this morning.

Jeff Rosenberg's son

got engaged yesterday.

To a speech therapist.

- Hey, boychik.

- Hi, Dad.

We have to talk about

our last phone conversation.

Mom.

It's good to see you, too.

- I'm not kidding around.

- Okay, I can...

I can just tell

that this is gonna be...

some sort of disciplinary action,

not a talk.

All right. We'll be sure

to make it a talk, then.

Now can you help your sister

set the table, please?

Sure.

And take the wine

out of the fridge.

- Has he called yet?

- The next night.

- Nice.

- I know. I'm not used to this.

Did you guys make a plan

to go out again?

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