Georgie and Mandy's First Marriage (2024) s02e13 Episode Script
A Big Birthday and Tequila Shots
1
Previously on Georgie & Mandy's
First Marriage
I've predicted sunny skies
all through Monday.
Guess we've got Him
to thank for that.
Yeah, or Her.
Oh, I-I meant God.
No, I-I know. So did I.
"Our Father who art in heaven"
sounds like a man.
Fair point, although,
"created all life"
sounds like a woman.
For Channel Seven,
I'm Mandy McAllister.
He's a man.
So, God's a woman.
Come on.
It's not that big a deal.
It is a huge deal.
Your comment seemed
disrespectful of God.
And frankly, a little ignorant
of the scripture.
Okay, you know what?
I can't do this.
I quit.
What did she do?
What did I do?
We'll climb back
into the low 70s
Saturday and Sunday,
and then cold front number two
rolls in Sunday night.
Can you believe that's who
they replaced me with?
I mean,
look at what she's wearing.
You're not in a nightclub, lady!
She kind of looks like you.
No, she doesn't.
We've got scattered storms
across the state from Houston,
- all the way to Dallas.
- If you're pointing at Dallas,
it's two inches lower, you dummy.
What you watching?
- New weather girl.
- Nope.
Thanks for watching,
I'm Kelli with an I,
and that eye is on your weather.
[groans]
God.
I bet everyone's gonna love her
and no one's even gonna care
that I'm gone.
Oh, that ain't true.
And besides,
you'll find another job.
[scoffs]
It's not that easy, Georgie.
I don't know, just last week,
Kelli with an I
didn't have a job,
and now look at her.
[scoffs]
Mr. McAllister, wait up.
♪
[coos]
You two planning
anything fun tonight?
Movie? Board game?
Maybe a shower?
I showered.
Recently.
She's fine. She don't stink.
- Thank you.
- But your legs are getting a little bushy.
Here's an interesting thing:
women started shaving their legs
during World War II
'cause their nylon stockings
were being used to make parachutes.
How is that helpful?
I didn't say "helpful,"
I said "interesting."
I take it the job hunt
is not going well?
I sent my tape to every station
between here and Houston.
No one is biting.
It's only been a few weeks.
You just got to be patient.
I don't need to be cheered up,
I don't need to be pitied
and I don't need to be reminded
of how hairy my legs are!
So, I understand someone
has a big birthday coming up.
Oh, that's right. 21.
Our boy's becoming a man.
Planning anything fun, Amanda?
Oh, right. Um
It's okay. I don't need a fuss.
Nah, you got to do something.
Mandy, what did you do
for your 21st?
- I don't remember.
- It was more than a decade ago.
I'm serious.
You ain't got to do nothing.
No, it it's a big birthday.
Whatever you want.
- I'm telling you, it's not
- Pick something.
How about shave your legs?
Or wear nylons.
They're available again.
♪
♪
Oh, come on, I can't do it.
They'll recognize my voice.
I ain't calling the station
to complain about the new weather girl.
No, you don't have to complain,
just say that you miss me.
'Cause I'm less of a whore.
- Sorry, not doing it.
- [Mandy sighs] Thanks for nothing.
Hey, I paid for six years
of college and don't charge you rent.
Yeah, and nothing else!
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
Hello?
Hi, Mandy. How are you?
Well, that's a rabbit hole
you don't want to go down.
Understood.
I just wanted to check in
and see what you were thinking
for Georgie's birthday.
Oh, um
[tongue clicks] He said
he didn't want to do anything.
Really?
[gasps]
Is it a surprise party?
Is he in the room?
If he is, just say,
"What did Missy do now?"
No, there's no party.
We're just gonna have
a quiet evening at home.
Oh, well, if there's no party,
I'd be happy to cook him
a birthday dinner.
Oh, that sounds nice.
And he can have alcohol
if he wants,
but no hard stuff.
I'm not operating a speakeasy.
Got it. I'll leave
my moonshine in the car.
Very funny.
Wasn't a joke. Bye.
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Relax. I don't drink moonshine.
Hey. It's Missy.
Oh. Hey, what's up?
How about I throw Georgie
a birthday party?
My friend Jennifer's parents
are gone next week,
we have the place to ourselves.
You want to throw Georgie
a party at your friend's house?
Yeah. I just need money
for a couple kegs.
[scoffs]
I am not buying you alcohol.
I'm providing the venue.
How about this;
when you turn 21,
I'll throw you a big party.
Like I want a 40-year-old
planning my birthday party.
I will be 37!
I'm gonna cut out
a little early on Wednesday.
My mom's cooking me
a birthday dinner.
Oh, I didn't know
it was your birthday.
It's okay,
you ain't got to get me nothing.
"Ain't got to get me nothing."
How about English lessons?
- It's your 21st, right?
- Yeah.
- And you're celebrating it at your mother's?
- Yeah.
Please tell me
you're gonna get drunk after.
No. But my mom said I could
have a beer with dinner.
Georgie, going to a bar
on your 21st birthday
is a rite of passage.
Mandy's having a rough time.
I don't want to make her celebrate.
Fine, then I'm taking you out.
Thanks. Awful dang kind of you.
"Awful dang."
You do hear
how other people talk, right?
♪
What should we have for lunch?
How about ice cream?
I want ice cream.
Let's have ice cream.
Hey. I had a thought about
Georgie's birthday gift
- I wanted to run by you.
- Oh, crap.
It's in two days.
I know, I know.
What are you gonna get him?
I was thinking
a silver money clip,
maybe shaped like Texas.
I don't know, he's pretty attached
to that stupid Velcro wallet.
All right, I'll keep thinking.
And you better be thinking, too.
He only turns 21 once.
I wish it had been before
you had a baby, but here we are.
Thanks for pointing that out.
Honey, I know you're having a tough time,
but if the situation were reversed,
you know Georgie would
suck it up and make a fuss.
[sighs] I'll make a fuss, fine.
Leave me alone.
Is CeeCee having
ice cream for lunch?
God, I'm a bad mother,
I'm a bad wife. Anything else?
You're kind of
a crappy daughter, too.
♪
- HOST [over TV]: $700.
- CONTESTANT: L.
HOST: There are three L's.
Yep. Raking up there.
Close to $5,000.
What are you doing?
Your legs aren't that hairy.
[tongue clicks]
Thank you.
What's going on with the pits?
- [door opens]
- GEORGIE: Hey.
Hey. How was your job?
Fine. So, listen, I was talking
to Ruben about my birthday,
and he really wants
to take me out for drinks.
What about your mom's?
Well, we'll have dinner and then
I'll meet with him afterwards.
You don't have to come.
It can just be a guys' night.
I'm free.
Great. The more the merrier.
Well, h-hang on.
I I thought you didn't want
to do anything special.
Oh, I know,
but Ruben's really into it.
Well, then, I should come, too.
Sorry. Dudes only.
Well, she can come if she wants,
but you don't have to.
No, I want to.
Because I am a good wife
and a good mother
and a good daughter.
Okay.
You're kind of a so-so sister.
Happy birthday ♪
Dear Georgie ♪
Happy birthday to you. ♪
Make a wish.
- Yay. [chuckles]
- [applause]
Champagne for me
and the birthday boy.
- Thank you.
- How about me?
You make enough bad choices
without alcohol.
A toast to my firstborn.
I am so proud of you.
I wish your dad could be here
to see all you've accomplished.
A father, a husband,
a business owner, only 21.
Cheers.
Sorry, I thought you were done.
Let me refill.
Anyway, I am so excited to see
what the future holds.
Happy birthday.
Cheers.
Mmm.
[exhales]
Thank you, Mom.
Thanks, everybody.
I always knew whatever you set
your mind to, you would achieve.
Aww, that's what my parents
used to say about me.
You'll find another job.
And if not, you've got a great
husband to provide for you.
[scoffs]
How about presents?
Oh. Me first.
Hmm.
[stammers]
Dang.
What is it?
A Texas-shaped money clip.
[chuckles]
And it's solid silver.
Thank you. This is perfect.
Yeah, it just came to me.
I've been sitting on this wallet
since seventh grade.
It's gonna be hard
to give it up.
Your turn, Mom.
Well, this is a little
awkward now, but here.
[chuckles]
A new Velcro wallet. Cool.
[rock music playing]
[inhales]
The birthday boy is here.
[all cheer]
Let me pour you a beer.
Forget beer.
Uh, waitress,
four shots of tequila.
Really?
Yeah, come on, it's a party.
Okay.
I'm gonna put some songs
on the jukebox.
See if they got any Aerosmith.
It is your birthday, but no.
- WINNIE: Here you go.
- Ooh.
To the birthday boy.
- Ain't we gonna wait for Connor?
- Nope.
[echoes]:
Whoo!
[exhales sharply]
Uh-oh.
♪
♪
[exhales]
[hoarse]:
Morning.
Oh, look what the cat spit up.
Ha ha.
- What happened?
- Uh, well,
I just puked a pepperoni pizza
I don't remember eating,
so that's one thing.
When you and Georgie came home,
we heard a lot of shouting.
Really?
He sounded pretty mad.
Did you hear what it was about?
You don't know?
Look at me.
Do I look like I know anything?
Well, did you see him
this morning?
No, he left before I got up.
Well, maybe we made up.
He slept on the couch.
Maybe we didn't.
Got the toilet unclogged.
Someone tried to flush
this money clip.
What? He tried to flush
my birthday present?
You stole my idea?
Oh, I got to talk to him.
Don't you think you should find out
some more information first?
Who's right, who's wrong?
These are important things
to know
if you are gonna win this fight.
Why does she have to win?
Jim, not now.
[groaning softly]
You're alive. Impressive.
I need you to connect
some dots for me.
Which dots?
The ones between tequila shots
and ten minutes ago.
- That's a lot of dots.
- It was a lot of shots.
What's the last thing
you remember?
Uh, you went over
to the jukebox.
Ugh, that jukebox.
A wasteland of classic rock.
The Eagles.
What an overrated band.
Hey, hey. Focus.
Right.
A wasteland of classic rock.
The Eagles.
What an overrated band.
I'm just saying, we've got
all night, pace yourself.
What? I don't have a job,
I don't have to get up tomorrow.
RUBEN:
Uh, what'd you choose?
To walk away.
Do whatever you want.
Oh, I'm glad
I have your permission.
Oh, pool table's open.
Who wants to play?
- I do.
- Cool.
Mandy, let's go play.
Ah, I'm glad somebody
wants to have fun.
On behalf of my family,
I apologize.
She's just blowing off steam.
MANDY:
Oh, crap.
What?
- I'm the jerk.
- Hold on.
She's been having
a rough go of it.
I really just hope
this cheers her up.
Well, that makes it worse.
It sure does.
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
McAllister Auto.
Oh, Ruben, good. It's Mandy.
Georgie's not here,
he's on a tow.
Is he mad at me?
I'm mad at you.
You stabbed me with a pool cue.
[scoffs]
Please, I would never do that.
I have a bruise
on my left nipple.
Well, what about Georgie?
I don't know, he didn't seem happy
when you were on the pay phone.
Pay phone?
Who would I have called?
I have no idea,
although I would recommend
Alcoholics Anonymous.
Well, do you remember anything?
We were playing pool.
Well, I was playing pool.
[shouting]
Come on, you wuss. Fight me.
Mandy, please,
somebody's gonna get hurt.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
Boop.
Ow.
[laughs]
"Ow."
- Your shots.
- [gasps] Ooh.
Hey. One of those was mine.
And it was delicious.
Why are you being such a dick?
No, I'm not.
Mandy.
Fine.
[exhales] I stood up
for what I believed in
and I lost my job, and I was
really good at that job.
You were.
Aww, thanks.
You're good at your job, too.
Probably. I don't really know.
God, I worked so hard
to get my career back,
and people were starting
to recognize me and I loved
[distant]:
This close!
[speaking indistinctly]
Uh-huh.
Well, what did I say?
I don't know.
You were mad, you were sad.
There was a hot girl at the bar.
What do you want from me?
Well, then what happened?
I bought her a drink.
Her name's Rebecca.
She's a masseuse.
What happened to me?!
Oh, uh
[stammers]
then I saw you
on the pay phone
and Georgie being all mad.
[gasps]
[sighs]
I think I know who I called.
Good for you.
I'm gonna go ice my nipple.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Hey, Scott, it's Mandy.
It's nice to hear from you
during the day.
Ugh, so I did call you
last night.
You sure did.
Did I wake you up?
You sure did.
Did I say anything embarrassing?
You sure did.
Please, please give me
my job back.
I would get down on my knees,
but the floor here's so sticky
and I'm wearing a skirt and
- Who are you talking to?
- Just give me a sec, this is important.
Come on, we've known
each other a long time.
- I
- Is that Scott?
It's a work call.
You're drunk-dialing
your ex-boyfriend.
No, I am drunk-dialing
my ex-boss.
Hang up the phone.
You hang up the phone.
Fine.
[gasps]
Yeah, I was a little drunk.
It's okay.
I hope Georgie knows
there was nothing inappropriate,
except for you calling me
at home and waking me up
and telling me
what you were wearing.
I'm sorry.
So, um, I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.
[chuckles]:
Did I get my job back?
You did not.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hi.
I wanted to apologize.
- I'm kind of busy.
- Look, I know last night got out of hand,
and I'm really sorry
that I called Scott,
but I promise,
it was just to get my job back.
You told me that last night.
Oh.
So, I already apologized?
Yeah.
Well, then,
why are you still mad at me?
I'm not mad about
the phone call,
I'm mad about what happened
on the drive home.
Did I puke in your truck?
In it, on it, around it.
[exhales]:
Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you sorry for anything else?
I am.
Can you give me a hint?
[retching]
[grunts]
Okay, I'm good. We can go.
I can't wait to get
this night over with.
[scoffs] I was just trying
to celebrate your birthday.
Tonight wasn't about my birthday,
it was about you.
Well, sorry, not all of us have
our lives figured out at 21.
So, now you're mad at my age?
Yes. It's a constant reminder
of what a failure I am-- ooh.
[truck door opens]
[grunts]
False alarm. Where were we?
So you blew up your career.
Start over.
This was the start-over.
I am 32.
I don't get more start-overs.
Age don't matter.
[scoffs]
That is a dumb thing
only a 21-year-old would say.
So, now I'm young and dumb?
Yes, and that makes me
old and
Oh, God.
[retches]
All over you?
Like a vomit fire hose.
God, I'm really sorry.
Oh, forget it.
It's just that everything
seems to come so easy to you.
It ain't easy.
I work my ass off.
Yeah, and you deserve
all your success.
You do, too.
And so what,
you didn't have it at 21?
If you had it,
we would've never met
and there'd be no CeeCee.
You're right.
Oh, here's your money clip.
Next time you're mad at me,
don't flush it down the toilet.
I-I didn't flush it
down the toilet.
So, it was me?
Boy, I do not come off good
in any of these stories.
♪
♪
[toilet flushes]
Bye-bye.
Previously on Georgie & Mandy's
First Marriage
I've predicted sunny skies
all through Monday.
Guess we've got Him
to thank for that.
Yeah, or Her.
Oh, I-I meant God.
No, I-I know. So did I.
"Our Father who art in heaven"
sounds like a man.
Fair point, although,
"created all life"
sounds like a woman.
For Channel Seven,
I'm Mandy McAllister.
He's a man.
So, God's a woman.
Come on.
It's not that big a deal.
It is a huge deal.
Your comment seemed
disrespectful of God.
And frankly, a little ignorant
of the scripture.
Okay, you know what?
I can't do this.
I quit.
What did she do?
What did I do?
We'll climb back
into the low 70s
Saturday and Sunday,
and then cold front number two
rolls in Sunday night.
Can you believe that's who
they replaced me with?
I mean,
look at what she's wearing.
You're not in a nightclub, lady!
She kind of looks like you.
No, she doesn't.
We've got scattered storms
across the state from Houston,
- all the way to Dallas.
- If you're pointing at Dallas,
it's two inches lower, you dummy.
What you watching?
- New weather girl.
- Nope.
Thanks for watching,
I'm Kelli with an I,
and that eye is on your weather.
[groans]
God.
I bet everyone's gonna love her
and no one's even gonna care
that I'm gone.
Oh, that ain't true.
And besides,
you'll find another job.
[scoffs]
It's not that easy, Georgie.
I don't know, just last week,
Kelli with an I
didn't have a job,
and now look at her.
[scoffs]
Mr. McAllister, wait up.
♪
[coos]
You two planning
anything fun tonight?
Movie? Board game?
Maybe a shower?
I showered.
Recently.
She's fine. She don't stink.
- Thank you.
- But your legs are getting a little bushy.
Here's an interesting thing:
women started shaving their legs
during World War II
'cause their nylon stockings
were being used to make parachutes.
How is that helpful?
I didn't say "helpful,"
I said "interesting."
I take it the job hunt
is not going well?
I sent my tape to every station
between here and Houston.
No one is biting.
It's only been a few weeks.
You just got to be patient.
I don't need to be cheered up,
I don't need to be pitied
and I don't need to be reminded
of how hairy my legs are!
So, I understand someone
has a big birthday coming up.
Oh, that's right. 21.
Our boy's becoming a man.
Planning anything fun, Amanda?
Oh, right. Um
It's okay. I don't need a fuss.
Nah, you got to do something.
Mandy, what did you do
for your 21st?
- I don't remember.
- It was more than a decade ago.
I'm serious.
You ain't got to do nothing.
No, it it's a big birthday.
Whatever you want.
- I'm telling you, it's not
- Pick something.
How about shave your legs?
Or wear nylons.
They're available again.
♪
♪
Oh, come on, I can't do it.
They'll recognize my voice.
I ain't calling the station
to complain about the new weather girl.
No, you don't have to complain,
just say that you miss me.
'Cause I'm less of a whore.
- Sorry, not doing it.
- [Mandy sighs] Thanks for nothing.
Hey, I paid for six years
of college and don't charge you rent.
Yeah, and nothing else!
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
Hello?
Hi, Mandy. How are you?
Well, that's a rabbit hole
you don't want to go down.
Understood.
I just wanted to check in
and see what you were thinking
for Georgie's birthday.
Oh, um
[tongue clicks] He said
he didn't want to do anything.
Really?
[gasps]
Is it a surprise party?
Is he in the room?
If he is, just say,
"What did Missy do now?"
No, there's no party.
We're just gonna have
a quiet evening at home.
Oh, well, if there's no party,
I'd be happy to cook him
a birthday dinner.
Oh, that sounds nice.
And he can have alcohol
if he wants,
but no hard stuff.
I'm not operating a speakeasy.
Got it. I'll leave
my moonshine in the car.
Very funny.
Wasn't a joke. Bye.
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Relax. I don't drink moonshine.
Hey. It's Missy.
Oh. Hey, what's up?
How about I throw Georgie
a birthday party?
My friend Jennifer's parents
are gone next week,
we have the place to ourselves.
You want to throw Georgie
a party at your friend's house?
Yeah. I just need money
for a couple kegs.
[scoffs]
I am not buying you alcohol.
I'm providing the venue.
How about this;
when you turn 21,
I'll throw you a big party.
Like I want a 40-year-old
planning my birthday party.
I will be 37!
I'm gonna cut out
a little early on Wednesday.
My mom's cooking me
a birthday dinner.
Oh, I didn't know
it was your birthday.
It's okay,
you ain't got to get me nothing.
"Ain't got to get me nothing."
How about English lessons?
- It's your 21st, right?
- Yeah.
- And you're celebrating it at your mother's?
- Yeah.
Please tell me
you're gonna get drunk after.
No. But my mom said I could
have a beer with dinner.
Georgie, going to a bar
on your 21st birthday
is a rite of passage.
Mandy's having a rough time.
I don't want to make her celebrate.
Fine, then I'm taking you out.
Thanks. Awful dang kind of you.
"Awful dang."
You do hear
how other people talk, right?
♪
What should we have for lunch?
How about ice cream?
I want ice cream.
Let's have ice cream.
Hey. I had a thought about
Georgie's birthday gift
- I wanted to run by you.
- Oh, crap.
It's in two days.
I know, I know.
What are you gonna get him?
I was thinking
a silver money clip,
maybe shaped like Texas.
I don't know, he's pretty attached
to that stupid Velcro wallet.
All right, I'll keep thinking.
And you better be thinking, too.
He only turns 21 once.
I wish it had been before
you had a baby, but here we are.
Thanks for pointing that out.
Honey, I know you're having a tough time,
but if the situation were reversed,
you know Georgie would
suck it up and make a fuss.
[sighs] I'll make a fuss, fine.
Leave me alone.
Is CeeCee having
ice cream for lunch?
God, I'm a bad mother,
I'm a bad wife. Anything else?
You're kind of
a crappy daughter, too.
♪
- HOST [over TV]: $700.
- CONTESTANT: L.
HOST: There are three L's.
Yep. Raking up there.
Close to $5,000.
What are you doing?
Your legs aren't that hairy.
[tongue clicks]
Thank you.
What's going on with the pits?
- [door opens]
- GEORGIE: Hey.
Hey. How was your job?
Fine. So, listen, I was talking
to Ruben about my birthday,
and he really wants
to take me out for drinks.
What about your mom's?
Well, we'll have dinner and then
I'll meet with him afterwards.
You don't have to come.
It can just be a guys' night.
I'm free.
Great. The more the merrier.
Well, h-hang on.
I I thought you didn't want
to do anything special.
Oh, I know,
but Ruben's really into it.
Well, then, I should come, too.
Sorry. Dudes only.
Well, she can come if she wants,
but you don't have to.
No, I want to.
Because I am a good wife
and a good mother
and a good daughter.
Okay.
You're kind of a so-so sister.
Happy birthday ♪
Dear Georgie ♪
Happy birthday to you. ♪
Make a wish.
- Yay. [chuckles]
- [applause]
Champagne for me
and the birthday boy.
- Thank you.
- How about me?
You make enough bad choices
without alcohol.
A toast to my firstborn.
I am so proud of you.
I wish your dad could be here
to see all you've accomplished.
A father, a husband,
a business owner, only 21.
Cheers.
Sorry, I thought you were done.
Let me refill.
Anyway, I am so excited to see
what the future holds.
Happy birthday.
Cheers.
Mmm.
[exhales]
Thank you, Mom.
Thanks, everybody.
I always knew whatever you set
your mind to, you would achieve.
Aww, that's what my parents
used to say about me.
You'll find another job.
And if not, you've got a great
husband to provide for you.
[scoffs]
How about presents?
Oh. Me first.
Hmm.
[stammers]
Dang.
What is it?
A Texas-shaped money clip.
[chuckles]
And it's solid silver.
Thank you. This is perfect.
Yeah, it just came to me.
I've been sitting on this wallet
since seventh grade.
It's gonna be hard
to give it up.
Your turn, Mom.
Well, this is a little
awkward now, but here.
[chuckles]
A new Velcro wallet. Cool.
[rock music playing]
[inhales]
The birthday boy is here.
[all cheer]
Let me pour you a beer.
Forget beer.
Uh, waitress,
four shots of tequila.
Really?
Yeah, come on, it's a party.
Okay.
I'm gonna put some songs
on the jukebox.
See if they got any Aerosmith.
It is your birthday, but no.
- WINNIE: Here you go.
- Ooh.
To the birthday boy.
- Ain't we gonna wait for Connor?
- Nope.
[echoes]:
Whoo!
[exhales sharply]
Uh-oh.
♪
♪
[exhales]
[hoarse]:
Morning.
Oh, look what the cat spit up.
Ha ha.
- What happened?
- Uh, well,
I just puked a pepperoni pizza
I don't remember eating,
so that's one thing.
When you and Georgie came home,
we heard a lot of shouting.
Really?
He sounded pretty mad.
Did you hear what it was about?
You don't know?
Look at me.
Do I look like I know anything?
Well, did you see him
this morning?
No, he left before I got up.
Well, maybe we made up.
He slept on the couch.
Maybe we didn't.
Got the toilet unclogged.
Someone tried to flush
this money clip.
What? He tried to flush
my birthday present?
You stole my idea?
Oh, I got to talk to him.
Don't you think you should find out
some more information first?
Who's right, who's wrong?
These are important things
to know
if you are gonna win this fight.
Why does she have to win?
Jim, not now.
[groaning softly]
You're alive. Impressive.
I need you to connect
some dots for me.
Which dots?
The ones between tequila shots
and ten minutes ago.
- That's a lot of dots.
- It was a lot of shots.
What's the last thing
you remember?
Uh, you went over
to the jukebox.
Ugh, that jukebox.
A wasteland of classic rock.
The Eagles.
What an overrated band.
Hey, hey. Focus.
Right.
A wasteland of classic rock.
The Eagles.
What an overrated band.
I'm just saying, we've got
all night, pace yourself.
What? I don't have a job,
I don't have to get up tomorrow.
RUBEN:
Uh, what'd you choose?
To walk away.
Do whatever you want.
Oh, I'm glad
I have your permission.
Oh, pool table's open.
Who wants to play?
- I do.
- Cool.
Mandy, let's go play.
Ah, I'm glad somebody
wants to have fun.
On behalf of my family,
I apologize.
She's just blowing off steam.
MANDY:
Oh, crap.
What?
- I'm the jerk.
- Hold on.
She's been having
a rough go of it.
I really just hope
this cheers her up.
Well, that makes it worse.
It sure does.
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
McAllister Auto.
Oh, Ruben, good. It's Mandy.
Georgie's not here,
he's on a tow.
Is he mad at me?
I'm mad at you.
You stabbed me with a pool cue.
[scoffs]
Please, I would never do that.
I have a bruise
on my left nipple.
Well, what about Georgie?
I don't know, he didn't seem happy
when you were on the pay phone.
Pay phone?
Who would I have called?
I have no idea,
although I would recommend
Alcoholics Anonymous.
Well, do you remember anything?
We were playing pool.
Well, I was playing pool.
[shouting]
Come on, you wuss. Fight me.
Mandy, please,
somebody's gonna get hurt.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
Boop.
Ow.
[laughs]
"Ow."
- Your shots.
- [gasps] Ooh.
Hey. One of those was mine.
And it was delicious.
Why are you being such a dick?
No, I'm not.
Mandy.
Fine.
[exhales] I stood up
for what I believed in
and I lost my job, and I was
really good at that job.
You were.
Aww, thanks.
You're good at your job, too.
Probably. I don't really know.
God, I worked so hard
to get my career back,
and people were starting
to recognize me and I loved
[distant]:
This close!
[speaking indistinctly]
Uh-huh.
Well, what did I say?
I don't know.
You were mad, you were sad.
There was a hot girl at the bar.
What do you want from me?
Well, then what happened?
I bought her a drink.
Her name's Rebecca.
She's a masseuse.
What happened to me?!
Oh, uh
[stammers]
then I saw you
on the pay phone
and Georgie being all mad.
[gasps]
[sighs]
I think I know who I called.
Good for you.
I'm gonna go ice my nipple.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Hey, Scott, it's Mandy.
It's nice to hear from you
during the day.
Ugh, so I did call you
last night.
You sure did.
Did I wake you up?
You sure did.
Did I say anything embarrassing?
You sure did.
Please, please give me
my job back.
I would get down on my knees,
but the floor here's so sticky
and I'm wearing a skirt and
- Who are you talking to?
- Just give me a sec, this is important.
Come on, we've known
each other a long time.
- I
- Is that Scott?
It's a work call.
You're drunk-dialing
your ex-boyfriend.
No, I am drunk-dialing
my ex-boss.
Hang up the phone.
You hang up the phone.
Fine.
[gasps]
Yeah, I was a little drunk.
It's okay.
I hope Georgie knows
there was nothing inappropriate,
except for you calling me
at home and waking me up
and telling me
what you were wearing.
I'm sorry.
So, um, I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.
[chuckles]:
Did I get my job back?
You did not.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hi.
I wanted to apologize.
- I'm kind of busy.
- Look, I know last night got out of hand,
and I'm really sorry
that I called Scott,
but I promise,
it was just to get my job back.
You told me that last night.
Oh.
So, I already apologized?
Yeah.
Well, then,
why are you still mad at me?
I'm not mad about
the phone call,
I'm mad about what happened
on the drive home.
Did I puke in your truck?
In it, on it, around it.
[exhales]:
Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you sorry for anything else?
I am.
Can you give me a hint?
[retching]
[grunts]
Okay, I'm good. We can go.
I can't wait to get
this night over with.
[scoffs] I was just trying
to celebrate your birthday.
Tonight wasn't about my birthday,
it was about you.
Well, sorry, not all of us have
our lives figured out at 21.
So, now you're mad at my age?
Yes. It's a constant reminder
of what a failure I am-- ooh.
[truck door opens]
[grunts]
False alarm. Where were we?
So you blew up your career.
Start over.
This was the start-over.
I am 32.
I don't get more start-overs.
Age don't matter.
[scoffs]
That is a dumb thing
only a 21-year-old would say.
So, now I'm young and dumb?
Yes, and that makes me
old and
Oh, God.
[retches]
All over you?
Like a vomit fire hose.
God, I'm really sorry.
Oh, forget it.
It's just that everything
seems to come so easy to you.
It ain't easy.
I work my ass off.
Yeah, and you deserve
all your success.
You do, too.
And so what,
you didn't have it at 21?
If you had it,
we would've never met
and there'd be no CeeCee.
You're right.
Oh, here's your money clip.
Next time you're mad at me,
don't flush it down the toilet.
I-I didn't flush it
down the toilet.
So, it was me?
Boy, I do not come off good
in any of these stories.
♪
♪
[toilet flushes]
Bye-bye.