Will and Grace s06e14 Episode Script

Looking for Mr. Good Enough

Excellent dinner, Will.
I'd help with the dishes, but I'm riveted by this week's In Touch.
You mean the B-version of People Cheaple.
There's this article on Mandy Moore and Andy Roddick I'm dying to finish.
I've only gotten through one half of the quarter page.
I don't know.
I think actresses and tennis players are a bad match.
When Agassi was with Brooke Shields, his hair fell out and her show stayed on the air.
It's so cool how Mandy and Andy met.
She said that he was cute, and then his mom called her publicist.
I want someone's mom to call my publicist.
Guys, is this really what it's come to? All we have to talk about are the lives of celebrities? Yeah, it's fun.
Get on board.
Mandy and Andy.
No, Grace has a point.
I mean, our lives are just as interesting as those of famous people, like mine, for example.
I'm taking a cooking class.
Don't say it like it's small and pathetic.
I think it's important.
I didn't say it like it was small and pathetic.
I kind of said it like it was a big thing.
I'm taking it with Larry.
- Oh, can I come too? - Sure.
See what's going on? We don't need celebrities.
We're talking.
We're sharing.
Things are happening.
So, Jack, why the class? Why cooking? Why now? Well, I don't want to be one of those people that always talks about their boyfriend.
But now that I have a boyfriend, I wanted to cook my boyfriend a home-cooked meal.
Boyfriend! So, Karen, what's going on in your life? What's going on? Ugh, how much time do you got? My mother moved back to town-- Hmm, that didn't take as much time as I thought.
Karen, if that computer's on, I'm going to be really alarmed.
Kiki! - Mama! - Aw, honey.
Grace, Grace.
Aw, look at you.
You look fantastic.
Have you lost weight? Uh, no, actually, I've gained a little.
Well, obviously I can see that, but it's rude to say it, isn't it? Hey, what are you doing here? I thought we were meeting up later in the morning for pancakes and beer? Well, you know, I was working on the apartment.
And I just--I got so depressed.
I mean, it needs so much work.
I think I'm gonna need a professional.
Mama, you're in luck.
Grace is a designer.
Yes.
She's got a great eye for color.
She's good with clients.
And she does amazing things with fabric.
God, Karen, you're so sweet.
But you better have a lot of money in the budget for Egg McMuffins, because Heavy G like to eat.
So what do you think? Can you help me out? Well, I do have some time.
I've been working on a bedroom for this Westchester housewife, but I can't really do anything until her stripper pole arrives, so - So what kind of budget are we talking about? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
This is my mother you're talking about.
Nobody puts my Linda on a budget.
- Lois.
- Yes? Look, Karen, you have helped me out before, but I want to do this on my own.
Now, listen, Grace, I've got $1,400 to do five rooms.
What can you do for me? Before I answer that, could I just say how much I admired your old relationship, you know, the one where money was no object.
Let's take another look at that.
Now, Grace, the fact that my mama wants to do this without my help gives me a beautiful feeling.
So does the pill that you take every 15 minutes labeled "beautiful feeling.
" So pop another one and give me some more cash.
Come on, Grace, please.
This is important to us.
Please.
How can I resist those sad dilated pupils? Oh, do we have an early bird? You're here for the class? Yes, I'm, uh, I'm Will Truman.
You know, my mom has every single one of your cookbooks.
Would you mind signing one for her? Her name's also Will.
Okay.
Absolutely.
Now, please, don't be self conscious around my prosthetic finger.
- Oh, I thought it was a real finger.
- Oh, well, it's not.
I believed you before you bit it.
Don't worry.
I didn't lose it in a cooking incident.
It was shot off in our parking lot.
- Oh! Are you here on your own? - Oh, no, no, no.
I'm meeting some friends.
Kind of a guys' night out.
And when we're together, we get a little crazy.
So watch out.
But not messy crazy.
You know, more like tidy crazy.
Oh, welcome, welcome.
Grab an apron.
And, gentlemen, do not be afraid that an apron will make you look girly.
Although sometimes it does.
- Oh, sorry, I brought my own.
- Oh, my.
You don't see embroidery like that anymore.
Thank you.
It's just a basic McCall's pattern.
But I kind of put my own stink on it with the embroidery.
I was something of a stitching prodigy in my--in my early teens.
And, uh, in case it wasn't clear, I'm gay.
- Oh, Don, he's gay.
We should introduce him to your brother.
- My brother's not gay.
He's a workaholic.
- Hey, Will.
- Hey.
- Love the apron.
McCall's? - Yeah.
Joe, you came.
I thought it was just gonna be Larry.
Well, we're kind of in a love phase.
The seven-year itch sort of scabbed over and fell off.
Now we can't be apart.
My husband, the poet, huh? Okay, everybody.
Wash your hands.
I do before every class.
Once a week I throw the fake one in the dishwasher.
Will, the sweetest thing just happened.
The lady on the elevator said we were a cute couple.
Well, actually she said, "Stop making out or the fires of hell will consume you.
" That's just an expression.
Like "we don't want your kind in our neighborhood" or "there he is, get him.
" So you--you brought Stuart.
Well, yeah, he's my boyfriend.
Joe and Larry, my boyfriend Stuart.
Boyfriend Stuart, Joe and Larry.
Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend.
- Wow, everyone's gay.
Your brother and his roommate should take this class.
- He has a roommate because he's a workaholic.
Okay.
Before we get started, why don't we all go around and introduce ourselves.
Please, please.
Okay.
We're Don and Debbie.
I'm Debbie.
We love to cook.
We're big grillers.
Oh, well, we're Joe and Larry.
And we just celebrated our 15th anniversary.
And, well, we have a five-year-old.
Adopted.
I didn't want to lose my figure.
Oh, we are Jack and Stuart.
I'm a pretty stewardess from Omaha, Nebraska.
And this is a businessman I met on a nonstop flight to Sexyville.
I don't want to get all John Wayne on your asses, but, pardner, this one's a keeper.
We'reWill.
Uh, this is my apron.
If you count the blackbirds, you'll note there are 4 and 20.
Okay, all the recipes that we are going to be making tonight serve two.
But you can double the recipe if you're having another couple over for dinner.
Or, Will, in your case, cut them in half.
- You know, uh, I'm not always alone.
- That's right.
His mother was living with him until recently.
Do not go in there.
Oh, honey, again? See a doctor.
No.
I just sanded the walls and it's all dusty.
I must have peeled up all that awful linoleum.
Good news, underneath all that awful linoleum, awful tile.
- What are you doing? - You told me to paint.
I'm on my second coat.
Not your nails.
The walls.
Not with nail polish.
With paint.
Not with that brush! A big brush! God, honey, stop yelling at me.
You're making me feel incompetent.
Karen, I need help.
I can't afford to hire real workers.
So you and I, we've gotta do it ourselves.
Unless you want to slip me a little more cash.
Come on.
No one has to know.
Get over it, Grace.
You're not getting any more money.
That's the way my mom wants it.
Besides, I've done my fair share.
I hired a burley construction worker to do the heavy lifting.
That's it, lady.
I'm on lunch.
No, really.
It's a prosthesis.
Look.
Nothing.
Now when you've heated your pan, we are going to add two tablespoons of butter.
Will, for you, that's one.
- Four cups of chicken stock.
Will, for you, that's two.
And a teaspoon of salt-- Will, for you, that's-- - Let me guess, half of it? No, use the whole one.
You're on your own.
You might as well bloat.
Aw, that is just so, so sad.
Look, Jack, will you promise me something? If in a year, Will is still alone, we'll have him put down? Thank God for you, Joe.
- I know we can be bitchy to each other-- well, more you to me-- but when I look at Will - Yeah, and, to think, I was so much more into him than you for awhile.
Me too! What happened to him? You know I can hear you? You're looking at me when you say it.
Look, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm fine being alone.
I even prefer it.
You know, I'm here to learn about cooking.
I don't have to be paired up with someone to-- - Sorry, am I too late to be in this class? - Not at all! Free spot right here! Let me get you up to speed.
She's got a fake finger, and I'm single.
Now, lower the flame, uncover the lids, and we'll see how our ratatouille turned out.
- You're an amazing cook.
You know that? - Adam, I am not.
No, the way you chop that egg plant, it was really sexy.
Would it be too intimate if I fed you? Would it be too intimate if I cried while you did it? Just be careful you don't get any on the apron.
Why do you keep looking at the new guy? Do you think he's sexier than I am? Of course not.
Come here.
This is a lot of fun.
You know, she also teaches a master class in baking.
We should take that.
Oh, yeah, then we could be master bakers.
We could master bake together.
Maybe my brother is gay.
Well, what'd you think, Don? The man wears Chinese slippers.
Let's hurry up and eat this so we can get out of here.
Why? Do you have plans later on? I was hoping I did.
Really? Well, um Will, you're gettin' that all over your apron.
I don't care! Everybody, switch, because it's a good idea to sample each other's work.
Uh, but you may want to sit this out, Debbie.
No offense, but I noticed your cold sore.
- It's not a cold sor-- - Sit down, Debbie! It's gross.
Well, you seem to be having fun, you dog.
I know.
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Yeah, that's the sound a dog makes.
Anyway, we're, uh, we're just happy to see that you found someone.
Jack was saying, if it went on much longer, he's was thinking about buying you a hooker.
That's 'cause he has all those gift certificates.
No, seriously.
He even clipped out an ad from Homo Extra.
- Yeah, right, like he'd ever buy me a hooker.
Like Jack would ever buy-- - 60, 80, 100.
Okay, open your eyes! Oh, Grace.
This is gorgeous! I'm amazed that you could do this on such a tight budget.
Well, between Ikea, eBay, and Rosario's bedroom, we were able to pull it together.
I love it.
It's, it's wonderful.
And the best part is I finally have a home where my daughter can visit me.
Oh, Mama.
I feel really good about this.
Like, for the first time in your life, you're actually putting me first before the money, the scams, the passing off of horsehair ponytails as human hair.
It's a good one, isn't it? I'm proud of you, Mom.
You really have changed.
And I'm proud of you, Karen.
I have never seen you work so hard.
I've never seen you work.
And I'm proud of you, Grace.
Not only has the weight gain made your breasts bigger, - but you've pulled this whole place together with nothing but pluck and the sweat of your brow.
- And a lot of toxic glue.
You'll be fine, just don't buy a canary.
I am never going to leave here.
I just love this apartment.
So does your neighbor.
She was so impressed, she wanted to buy it for something like 100 grand more than you paid for it.
No kidding? Oh Excuse me.
Wait.
Where are you going? Well, I'm gonna take her offer.
Get out of this hole and buy a McDonald's in Tokyo.
I mean, it's always been my dream.
Wait a minute.
I busted my hump so you could have a nice home and be closer to your daughter, and now you're just gonna ditch it to make a quick buck? - I'll cut you in for a third.
- I'm in.
Grace, how could you? You know how important this relationship with my mother is to me, and now you're abandoning me for a lousy third? - I'll give you a third of my third.
- Sayonara, Mama-san.
Okay.
That concludes stews and soups for gay men and the occasional straight couple.
I hope you enjoyed it.
I'm gonna hand out some of these evaluation forms.
Um, I'm supposed to leave the room while you fill them out, but I find I get better results if I stay.
So, Will, I hope this isn't out of line, but you up for coming back to my place later? Well, Adam, I hope this isn't out of line, but are you a filthy whore? - What are you talking about? - Oh, please.
Let me tell you something.
Will Truman doesn't have to pay for it, okay? Will Truman just goes months and months at a time without it and then pours all his sexual energy into his embroidery.
Will, what are you doing? I know you paid this guy.
Couldn't you have at least gotten somebody halfway respectable instead of this piece of rough trade from Skankville.
I'm from Montclair, New Jersey.
Get to a clinic, ho! I don't need this.
I may be tall, but I still have feelings.
- What was that? - Oh, come on, Jack.
"60, 80, 100.
" I saw you pay him.
Yeah, for this cute little anklet I got Stuart.
Adam makes them to raise money for diabetes awareness.
- But Stuart said you were thinking about buying me a prostitute.
- Oh, Will, I think about that all the time.
So I just let a gorgeous, sweet man who cooks and makes his own jewelry and who was totally into me walk out that door? No, first you called him a filthy, stinkin' ho, told him to get to a clinic, and then he kind of ran out the door.
Oh, my God! I promise I'll come back to sponge off my station.
Ugh, poor Will.
That he would go to that place.
Well, what happened to him that he would think that the only way that a guy would be interested in him is if he were being paid? - It's sad.
- Yeah.
Super sad.
That's why I got him the hooker! Well, he was bringing the whole class down, you know.
When my husband died, it wasn't soup that comforted me.
It was Adam.
I think he danced at my bachelorette party.
Ours, too! - Hey, Stu, you got any cash? Let's see if we can get him to do anything.
- Tons.
I mean, her mother had me renovate her entire apartment for, like, no money.
And then she turned around and sold it for a huge profit.
It just doesn't seem right.
- It's immoral.
- Deceitful.
Unethical.
- We should totally do it.
- We should.
Wait, you would do that with me? Yeah, I think it's genius.
I buy the properties.
You slap a coat of paint on them.
We turn them around for some serious do-re-mi.
I hate that Julie Andrews doesn't sing anymore.
We'd be in business together again, like when I sold your term papers in college.
You sold my term papers? Didn't I cut you in? Eh, it's too late now.