Peace, Love, & Misunderstanding

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- Did you know I had to get

three more bottles of wine today

on account of Richard's

new wife's aversion

to California chardonnay?

Too oaky, I guess.

- Diane--

- Is it California chardonnay

or Californian chardonnay?

- Diane--

- I never remember.

I put Bruce next to Cindy

because they worked together

on the Callahan brief.

You worked on that, right?

Did they get along?

Because l--

I can change it

if they're--

Diane, I want a divorce.

That's great timing, Mark.

Thanks.

Zoe's at Columbia,

and Jake's not far behind.

There's no reason

to continue like this.

Oh, you're an a**hole.

I'm not gonna fight

about this.

I can't fight you anymore.

I was so happy

she won the Tony.

- Oh, me too.

I thought she deserved it.

- Mm-hmm.

- Really?

- Yes.

Didn't you?

I thought it was

a very strange production.

It just feels

like Arthur Miller

stopped trusting

his audience at some point.

I think even

the best modern plays

would benefit

from some judicious trimming.

It's true.

We saw Shaw's Pygmalion

a few years back,

and it felt

about 30 minutes too long.

Eugene O'Neill's plays

could be cut in half.

Or better yet,

abandoned altogether.

Spoken like a true philistine.

No, no,

merely an optimist.

You know,

12-Day Journey into Night.

I'm taking the kids

to my mother's in the morning.

But you hate your mother.

Fine.

But we're doing this

as soon as you get back.

# There's a man

who lives on the sun #

# Who makes it hot

for everyone #

# Make you run aground #

# Like a ship in the shallow #

# Make your whole heart

come undone #

# And you'll come back

as the soil #

# Before you come back

as a soul #

# And you'll be worn away

by the rain and the rivers #

# Before you have

the chance to go #

# To the great unknown #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# But you are not alone #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Being on your own #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Oh-oh-oh #

Is Grandma dying?

I thought she was geeked out

in some commune or something.

Did Grandma OD?

Mom, this really isn't cool.

Are we gonna meet Grandma

on her deathbed?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom.

# Being on your own #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Being on your own #

# Oh-oh-oh #

# Oh-oh-oh #

Your father and I

are getting a divorce.

It's about time.

Wait.

Wait, are we gonna talk

about this?

Mom, seriously.

What about an answer?

This place is great.

Badass.

Hello?

# Parsley, sage,

rosemary, and thyme #

# Between the water

and the season #

# Then she'll be

a true love of mine #

# Parsley... #

I had a dream last night.

I did.

A little sparrow came to me

with a broken wing.

She didn't say anything--

being a bird.

But she pried my mouth open

with her beak

and reached down my throat

until it pulled a butterfly

from my stomach,

and two magnificent peacocks

emerged.

Then my little sparrow

spewed out the butterfly,

and the peacocks ate of it

and begot beauty

where once there was only bile.

She's beautiful.

What's her name?

I prefer not to name animals.

They're nature's children,

not ours.

I have some molasses

somewhere.

Are these all yours?

Well, I'm not overly fond

of possessions.

Excuse me, honey.

But if you mean

were they created through me,

then, yes, most of them.

Whoa.

- What do you think?

- It's cool.

Clichd liberal propaganda.

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, a kindred spirit.

But I don't think

either one does much

to protect our freedom.

How can you say that?

Free press is the last defense

of freedom in this society.

No, the news has devolved

into sensationalist

infotainment,

and violence

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