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Tomorrow may be great.

Tomorrow will be great.

Yeah.

Today...

...is the price you pay for having such a good life.

I'm going to go out.

This will be better, don't you think?

I don't have to sneak around

and pretend I'm going to work. I can say:

"I'm going to Darcelle's.

I'll be back in a few hours. "

Just so you don't do anything later

you might regret. Okay?

Who are you calling?

Your mother.

What will you tell her?

I was supposed to bring Gracie by tomorrow,

so I better cancel.

You know, love is a scary thing.

How powerful it is, what it does to you.

That is what happened here.

See, if I ever think of...

I just... I can't...

I refuse to live without you.

I think you understand what I'm saying.

Hey, you're late.

Where have you been? You are late.

I was worried you weren't coming at all.

No Gracie?

We will have a regular girls' luncheon...

...and we will gossip about absolutely everybody.

My poor baby. My God.

Honey, I am so sorry.

What did you do? What did you say to him?

Men are like land mines.

Some you trigger the first week,

others it's years in.

The problem is you want a man-man.

Meaning his veins run thick with testosterone,

which is good.

But then he can turn around

without any warning and...

...hit you.

I'm not this person.

I'm not a person whose husband beats her up.

I know.

What do I do?

You got to go to the cops.

He's the father of my child, okay?

I will not put him in jail!

Hold on. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, okay? Sit down. Relax for a second.

I'm just saying that either you endure this...

...and you live it out like you're

in some goddamn country western song...

...or you take the kid,

you take Gracie and you get out.

Mrs. Hiller, how are you? Your husband got her.

I must've forgotten.

Gracie was totally psyched.

I told him he should do it more often.

Mitch!

Toots!

Gracie!

Is that my little croissant?

No, it's your loaf of bread.

Oh, hi. How is it going?

- Where are you?

- Zoo.

- Why didn't you tell me-

- I called you at home, left messages.

Hey, Daddy.

- Come here.

- It's your mom, honey.

Mom, the elephants are peeing.

She's a little excited.

Hey, Dad, here. Come here. Look at the giraffe.

So, when are you guys going to be home?

I don't know. I'll take her for a pony ride,

maybe get a cotton candy.

You want a cotton candy, honey?

- I'll see you later.

- 'Bye, Mommy.

Made me nervous

when I couldn't reach you today.

I thought you were going to cancel

with my mother.

And you have to go crying to the old gang

at the greasy spoon.

Whatever happened to privacy?

I guess it's dead, along with chivalry and fidelity.

Tell me.

Do you have any idea...

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