The Week Of Page #5

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- Okay. Okay.

- Look, she didn't say these things to me.

- She knows it's important to you.

Right, I'm aware about her taste, okay?

I'm on it, the whole taste thing.

Just... Why don't you go to sleep?

You got school.

School's over. It's summer.

Well, just sleep now, okay?

It's good for you.

Oh, my God,

the three-hour difference!

That's a big brain fart for me.

Oh, sorry! Senior moment and I'm only 48.

Can you believe it?

It's okay. Um...

Maybe we could talk a bit later?

Sure, sure.

I just thought it'd be nice to chat

before the wedding and all the craziness.

Get to know each other a little.

Okay, so let's talk...

So, all I really know is

you're very pretty

and your husband wasn't around much.

He played around a lot.

- What?

- Are you out of your mind?

I am not a lip-reader.

- Hang the phone up. Say goodbye.

- Hello?

I just wanted to ask how close

she wanted her table to the father!

You have to make small talk first!

At 4:
00 in the morning!

I didn't know!

You didn't, then you did!

What? I was about to get off

before you butted in!

You know something?

I can't die first!

I know it's wrong to say,

but I couldn't handle you

ever making decisions all by yourself!

It wouldn't be fair to you or the kids!

Sweetheart, you need to

gain weight. You're too skinny.

There you go, darling.

Okay, all right. Looking good. Open.

- Oh, yeah.

- Such service!

Anybody figure out that chair?

The button situation?

Good morning, Seymour.

Seymour, you're here. You're good.

Go ahead.

Eggs, Ma, eggs.

Hey, all right. Love you, pal. Love you.

- Dad?

- Yeah, what?

Is Mom gonna die soon

like you were yelling about?

What's that, buddy?

You were deciding who to die first?

Oh, no, no, no.

That's not gonna happen

for a very long time, pal.

I was just saying that,

when it does happen,

I think it would be best

that it's your mom, for everyone's sake.

Okay, guys.

I'm sorry to break up all the fun.

I have to stop by work.

That's what the boxes are for.

Seymour, Seymour,

you need to go to the bathroom?

Kenny's leaving,

so now is the time.

Not now.

- Why don't you just try?

- No.

You sure

you don't have to make?

I thought Norman gave you

the rest of the week off?

Oh, he did. I just...

I'm gonna go by for a minute,

and then I'm gonna pick your brother's

family up at the airport.

Okay, well, if you take the minivan,

don't adjust the seat setting.

- Don't adjust it?

- No, I got it set perfect. Please!

Oh! Hey, hey, big man.

What's in the boxes?

Oh, these? These are for him.

Hi. Okay, okay.

How're we doing? How're we doing?

Everybody, everybody,

this is my almost dad-in-law, Kenny.

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