(Guns firing, explosions)
Mike, get your shoes on! Let's go!
I'm right in the middle of taking Guadalcanal,
and I can't abandon my battalion.
Those guys have families back home, Molly.
They also have helmets and guns, and I'm going to your mother's unarmed.
Oh, cool, you can shoot the coconuts.
(Mimics explosion)
Your mother's gone to a lot of trouble making dinner for us.
The least we can do is show up on time and pretend to enjoy ourselves.
Hey, whatever we're having, she cooked and froze two years ago.
She doesn't even know what it is till it melts.
Could be stew, could be cake.
Just call her and tell her that we're on our way.
Fine.
If we're late, I'm gonna be the one getting the stink eye
from your mother and her ugly dog.
Hi, mom, just wanted to let you know we're on our way.
Yeah, we're headed down the stairs right now.
Molly, watch your step!
Oh, dear God, no!
I'm fine, Mrs. Biggs. We'll be there in about ten minutes.
Really?
I took a shot.
♪ For the first time in my life ♪
♪ I see love ♪
What was that dinner, meat loaf?
Who knows? Might've been banana bread.
Hey, I wrapped up some leftover lasagna for you kids to take home.
Listen, Mikey, if you're not doing anything Tuesday afternoon
I could use a ride home from the hospital.
The hospital? What's going on?
Well, according to "Dr. Needs a New Sports Car"
my gallbladder's on the fritz, so they gotta cut me open and yank it out.
- Why am I just hearing about about this? - I didn't want to worry you.
You know I'm not the type to dump my problems in somebody else's lap.
Mom, you call me when the paperboy misses the front stoop.
I think that perv does it on purpose to get me to bend over in my robe,
hoping one of "the girls" flops out.
So do you have a ride to the hospital?
I'll take the bus.
I can put my money in my shoe and carry a can of bum-be-gone.
No, that's crazy. I'm happy to drive you there and back.
Okay, but after the surgery, be sure to call the hospital.
If I go toes-up on the table,
I don't want you to waste your gas or ruin your evening.
Mom, don't say that. You're gonna be fine.
Gallbladder surgery's actually pretty routine these days.
Oh, I didn't know you were dating a trained physician.
No, I'm just saying it's not necessarily a life-threatening operation.
Hey, any time you give a woman my age the gas,
it's a coin flip whether she'll wake up or not.
Oh, and by the way, I put "do not resuscitate" instructions in my living will.
I'm sure it's not gonna come to that.
Well, if it does, don't let me lay there drooling
or making crazy vegetable talk.
Mom, I am not gonna pull the plug on you.
If you're too squeamish, have your little girlfriend do it.
Just make sure there's no chance of recovery,
before you let her kill me.
Mrs. Biggs, I realize you're worried about this whole thing,
but you shouldn't blow it out of proportion.
This is the casket I want.
It's the "solid mahogany classic" with the tufted champagne satin lining.
It looks nice.
I'm sure you'll be very comfortable.
This is crazy.
We don't need to worry about caskets and funerals.
No, you don't, because your father and I made all the arrangements years ago...
Bought side-by-side plots, picked out the headstone
and had our names carved on it.
Hang on a second. You're saying somewhere in Chicago there's
an empty grave with your name already on it?
All you gotta do is drain me, dump me
and get somebody with a decent voice to sing "The Old Rugged Cross."
All right, enough of this. You are going to be fine.
Oh, and you'll need to get your dad's name scraped off the headstone.
If he thinks he can run off with that whore
and get a free dirt nap next to me, he's very much mistaken.
So, you're gonna use the other grave for, like, what,
storage... or Jim?
No, Jim wants to be cremated and have his ashes scattered
either in the backyard or Yosemite.
Really?
- And how do you know that? - I've had him since he was a puppy.
You just know.
Anyway, Mikey, the extra grave is yours, if you want it.
Well, look, that's very generous of you, mom,
but you're not going anywhere and I'm guessing
when the time does come, I'll be buried next to Molly.
What?
Mike, we haven't even bought a couch together yet.
Let's, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Right, sorry.
You might want to be cremated or be frozen like Ted Williams' head.
Oh, that reminds me, I defrosted a pie.
You weren't serious about the burial thing, right?
No, no. I made a joke about being buried next to you
and you made a joke about not wanting to be.
Everybody was joking.
Everything is funny.
Man, I love directing traffic.
Getting to wear the gloves...
Which, in my book, dress up any outfit.
Yeah, it's a lot of fun
standing in the snow, waving my arms around like a fat mime.
You don't see the poetry in it.
We are the conductors and the cars are the orchestra.
♪ Camry, Camry, come on ♪
♪ dump truck, hold ♪
♪ give me a little Vespa here, city bus! ♪
Spoken like a man who's never been given the finger
by a shuttle van full of seniors.
You know, you are very negative today.
From the moment I picked you up, "this sucks, that's bad,
turn off the radio, stop talking."
Stop talking.
Look at this. I ordered two eggs over medium.
One's over easy, one's over hard.
How do they even do that? Samuel!
What?
Could you please explain these eggs to me?
Well, there's a mommy chicken and a daddy chicken.
And when they really love each other...
I ordered two eggs over medium,
not over soft, not over hard, not one of each.
Two eggs over medium. You think you can handle that?
My apologies.
I will bring you two eggs over medium.
Thank you.
Now, would you like me to spit on them
in the kitchen or would you prefer tableside?
I wouldn't push it. He's in a mood today.
And now, thanks to him, so am I.
Excuse me while I go lash out at the dishwasher...
For no apparent reason.
All right, tell me what's wrong 'cause I know it ain't about them eggs.
I just want what I ordered.
Please, I've seen you eat a fudgesicle that you dropped in the sand.
You call these plates clean?!
I think Molly and I are headed for the skids.
What are you talking about? I thought you guys were doing great.
I thought so, too. But yesterday, it became pretty clear
that I'm more committed to this relationship than she is.
And what makes you think that?
I asked her if she wanted to be buried next to me,
and she looked at me like I was a crazy person.
Kind of like the way I'm looking at you now?
All right, I admit it's a little "cart before the horse",
but her reaction was a real eye-opener.
If she'd asked me the same question, I wouldn't have flinched.
Seems like a very twisted way to test a woman's commitment.
You haven't even bought a couch together yet.
Why does everybody hate my couch?
And besides, that's moot.
You and I already made a pact to have our ashes scattered
along the third-base line at Wrigley field.
When did we agree to do that?
Two years ago. Cubs, Phillies?
Quarter beer night?
You made a turban out of your t-shirt?
People complained?
I have absolutely no memory of that.
Huh. Unfortunately, the entire bleacher section does.
But you do remember our death pact, though, right?
Yeah, yeah. If you go first,
I clear all sensitive items out of your bedroom before grandma gets to it.
Everything questionable, disreputable and inflatable.
And don't just erase the memory on my laptop.
Run over it with your car, go at it with a welding torch
and throw it into Lake Michigan.
You know, you didn't have to come. She's my mom, and I can take care of her.
Oh, don't be silly.
This is part of being a couple.
You know, supporting the other person when they're going through something.
I appreciate it.
You know, a lot of people bail when things start to get difficult.
But just so you know, I'm not that kind of person.
Duly noted.
Mike Biggs sticks like glue,
through thick or thin.
I have no doubt about that.
Even if you got a bad perm or had to cut off your own arm
in a rock-climbing accident, I'd be right there by your side, hand-in-hook.
Uh-huh.
Sweetie, are you feeling okay?
Right now I'm fine,
but where would you be if I lost my arm in a rock-climbing accident?
Well, I'd be living in a parallel world where you had the ability to climb rocks.
All right, clearly, you are not ready to have this conversation!
I don't even know what this conversation is!
All right, I laid my burial dress on the bed.
Don't bother with the control-top pantyhose or fancy shoes.
The good lord already knows I have a paunch and hammertoes.
Mom, quit talking like that. You're gonna be fine.
Oh, I put stickers underneath the furniture
with the names of the people it goes to if I kick.
"The usher at the church with the weird ear.
Oh, and here's Jim's eyedrops.
He's got glaucoma in his right peeper.
Two drops every six hours.
So I'm, I'm taking care of Jim?
Mikey doesn't have a yard, plus he lives above an Asian family.
Now, I know they don't all eat dog, but why bait the hook?
Well, I'm more than happy to babysit this little guy.
You sure? It's a pretty big commitment.
Not at all. We're gonna have fun, aren't we, Jim?
Don't patronize him. It gives him the squirts.
Feed him twice a day.
No chocolate or table scraps.
Oh, and if I should happen to croak,
for God's sake, don't tell him.
He'll jump in front of a bus just to be with me in heaven.
Mrs. Biggs, you're gonna be fine.
But if anything does happen,
I promise to give Jim a happy home for the rest of his life.
But if you do change your mind about Jim or find a better dog,
please, call me to come get him, and don't put him to sleep.
She wouldn't really do that, would she?
I couldn't tell you, mom. I don't even know who she is anymore.
I think the old one made the big one crazy.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, Jim. Eat your dinner.
Come on.
Here, why don't you throw some of my spaghetti on top of it.
No, he can't eat table scraps.
But dogs love spaghetti.
Didn't you see Lady and the Tramp?
Maybe just a little bit of sauce.
All right, Jim.
Ho, ho, ho, we've got a special treat for you.
Oh, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Eat up.
(Smacking lips)
He might not be hungry.
He's been snacking on his backside for the last hour.
Why don't take him outside and help him work up an appetite.
Come on, baby.
You're going for a walk with auntie Victoria.
Have you heard from Mike yet?
I tried to call him again at the hospital, but he's not answering his phone.
Everything okay between you two?
No. He's been acting so strange lately.
Kind of feels like he's pushing me away.
Well, maybe he's just freaked out about his mama going under the knife.
I'm sure that's part if it, but it's going to take a lot more
than a bad gallbladder to bring her down.
I'm guessing you have to drop a farmhouse on her.
Well, whatever he's upset about,
I'm sure it's not as complicated as you think.
Men are pretty basic creatures.
I know. Mike's usually not a difficult read,
but I've gone through my normal checklist.
Is him tired, is him hungry, is him horny?
It's usually one or the other.
Hmm, don't I know it. Sometimes it's all three.
How do you deal with that?
Climb on top of him with a cookie in your mouth
and wait for him to fall asleep.
Whoa, somebody found their appetite.
Yeah. Jim and I had a nice little walk behind the garage.
Man, he makes that dog food look really tasty.
Okay, I'm going to go home.
Try to get some sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow.
Wait, Mikey, before you go...
I want you to hold on to something for me.
Your engagement ring.
And if I don't pull through,
you might think about giving it to that girl of yours someday.
We'll see. Maybe. I hope so.
Come on.
I've seen the way you look at her.
I mean, she's a little loud and goofy for my taste.
Has a way of making everything about her.
But I wouldn't have left Jim with her if I didn't think she was a good person.
- Mom, let me ask you something. - Hmm.
If you'd have known things were going to go south
between you and dad, would you still have married him?
You mean, if I knew he was going to bust up our little family
to run off with a professional face-squatter?
Yeah.
Would you still have built a life with him
if you knew you were going to go through all that pain?
I guess so.
Why?
Well, if I hadn't taken a chance on that dirt bag,
I wouldn't have you, would I?
I love you, ma.
Love you too, boy.
Okay, I'll be back first thing in the morning.
Oh, and one more thing.
If I don't make it through the operation...
- Quit saying that. - Just in case,
have one of the nurses pin this to my gown before they wheel me into the morgue.
"What you're doing is wrong, and you're going to hell."
Any creep that spends his life working with dead bodies
is not just in it for the money.
- Hey. - Hey.
What's up with Jim?
He's a little out of it.
We danced for a while and then he crashed.
I wish I could get some sleep.
It's been so long since I've slept alone, I guess I'm not used to it anymore.
You miss Mike, huh?
Yeah. The bed just feels so empty without him.
Well, part of that is that he's a very large man.
Any idea what he's upset about?
It started when he asked to be buried next to me,
and I didn't know what to say.
Well, that's kind of sweet that he's thinking that far ahead, though, right?
I guess, but I can't answer that question honestly.
I mean, who knows what can happen from one day to the next?
True.
If you had told me yesterday that I'd be getting stoned with a dog tonight,
I'd have been very skeptical.
But here we are.
I love Mike, but I can't predict the future,
and I don't want to make promises to him that I can't keep.
Well, there's nothing wrong with making a promise that you want to keep, right?
What do you mean?
Remember when dad died?
We were both just kids.
But you held me in your arms and said you'd take care of me forever.
I remember.
And you've kept true to that promise so far.
Have I?
All except the part about us being ballerina princesses
living in a chocolate castle.
Well, you never know what tomorrow may bring.
Right?
- Good night. - Good night.
Hey.
If you want, you can put one of Mike's shirts
on my beanbag chair and sleep with that.
(Laughing) No...
Actually, that might work.
The doctor said everything came off without a hitch
and you can probably go home tomorrow.
Can't get rid of me fast enough, huh?
It's all about turnover in this slaughterhouse.
(Knocking on door)
Molly: Hello.
Mrs. Biggs, how are you feeling?
Like a gutted trout. How are you this morning?
Good. I brought you some flowers.
No candy, huh?
Yeah, probably wouldn't survive the drive over.
Well, you seem like you're back to your old feisty self.
Is there a vase anywhere?
Use my neighbor's water pitcher. I think she flat-lined last night.
Or requested to be moved to another room.
It's nice of you to come by.
Don't be silly. Can I talk to you for a second?
Sure. I'll be right back.
That's what your father said when he went out to get cigarettes 20 years ago.
Yeah, well, I don't smoke.
Neither did he.
What's up?
Look, I just...
I want you to know that I love you and I'm not planning on going anywhere.
So you're saying when you do dump me it'll just be out of the blue.
Mike, stop it.
What we have right now is, it's pretty great.
Isn't it?
It's the best.
Then can't we just concentrate on what we have
and not put so much pressure on the future?
You mean live in the moment and appreciate life as it comes along.
Exactly.
- Yeah, I'm not very good at that. - Me neither.
That's why I'm trying to take things slow
and not... not get ahead of ourselves.
I'm sorry.
I guess the idea of losing my mom started me thinking about losing you,
and I kind of panicked.
You're not gonna lose me.
- Ever? - Mike.
Can you at least say, at this moment, you want to be with me forever?
At this moment, I want to be with you forever.
- There. Now was that so hard? - (Chuckles)
Not to be a mood breaker, but one of you lovebirds
better slide a bedpan underneath my keister.
I'll wait in the hall.
Nurse!
I'm gonna need a nurse!
Oh, now we are talking.
Very stylish.
Not many straight guys can pull off that look.
Okay, time for Jim to go home.
Oh, so soon?
I thought he was going to be here a couple more days.
Well, Mike's mom is back on her feet, and I think she misses him.
I get it. He's an easy hang.
Time to say your good-byes.
Okay.
Good-bye,Jimbo.
I've enjoyed our talks.
And our walks, if you know what I mean.
He knows what I mean.
Just give him here.
Whoa, ooh, he's packed on a few pounds, hasn't he?
Yeah, little dude likes to munch.
Oh, and tell Mrs. Biggs I don't think
we're going to need those eyedrops anymore.
I think we've got that glaucoma nipped in the bud.
Oh, great, now I've gotta explain to Mike's mom
why her dog smells like Willie Nelson's tour bus.
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