The Week Of Page #4

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He's very, very...

- This is the Executive Suite?

- Yes, yes.

Do you have any bigger ones?

No, no. This Executive Suite.

I know. I...

Maybe wondering if we can do something

to jazz it up.

If you got anything leather.

Old, uh, ottoman from old room.

We keep one in basement.

Okay. Good.

What else? Maybe something...

More gadgets or more high-techy stuff or...

I will look.

There is toaster.

Okay. You'll look.

Oh! I got an old chandelier in my attic.

You can install it

or I can get you one of my guys.

We can do.

You're the best, Hanan. Now we're cookin'.

Let's keep thinking, come up with more.

And we are not ever gonna tell anybody

that this stuff

wasn't already in the room, right?

Yes. Okay.

Hey, how about this?

How about we put a sign on,

like, "Governor's Suite" or

"Thomas Jefferson Suite"?

Can you do that quick?

Can you get that up by Wednesday?

Yes. Yes.

Yeah. All right. All right.

You don't have to write "Doctor"

on that card.

He's just a chiropractor,

so make it "Mister," okay?

- Okay.

- Hey.

Oh, hey. How was the hotel?

Perfect. It's all set. What has happened?

Why you guys up?

We couldn't finish the name tags

'cause everyone stayed so late.

Yeah, so now we're gonna have to

rush the calligraphy.

Sarah, you should've eloped

like Mom and Dad.

- Nice.

- What's an "elope"?

It's when you sneak off

and get married in secret.

Yeah, we lived with our parents

for four months.

We were too afraid to tell them.

You lied to your parents?

- No, no, it just never came up.

- It was a different time.

I think it's romantic

that Dad couldn't wait to marry Mom.

I was lucky.

Hey, come on. We gotta go to sleep.

- Did you brush your teeth?

- Yeah, I did.

Let me smell.

He's not lying. He did it.

For the first time, he told the truth,

but let's go to sleep, guys.

I just don't want you

to be cranky tomorrow.

I'm begging you. Seymour's...

I don't want you to wake Seymour.

He seems pretty knocked out to me.

No, but we gotta be considerate.

Come on. Please?

No, listen. I don't need to sleep.

I'm gonna stretch Sarah's shoes, okay?

I'll be fine.

You're crazy.

Pinky Toe. Come here, come here.

Come here, come here. All right.

God damn!

- What are you doing?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What was that? Was that his head?

- Just go to sleep. Come on. Don't laugh.

Daddy?

What? What're you doing up?

I'm just worried about the wedding.

Hey. I get it, hon.

Your sister's too young,

but this is what she wants to do.

We gotta accept it.

Oh, no. I was worried

whether it's gonna be nice enough.

What?

Well, Sarah has really good taste.

I mean, she's understated,

but also sophisticated.

- So I don't know if a DJ...

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