No! The audition for "Chicago"!
10:00 sharp.!
- I can't believe it. - I'm finally gonna get to really dance again.
No. She's not right.
- Marry me. - Oh, Hubbell. No.
I live in this beautiful town called Paradise.
It's right on the coast.
- Mom. - Yes. Mom.
Wait, you live with your mother like a serial killer?
I know exactly what you want.
You want to live an unexpected life.
- And I intend to give you exactly that. - Wow.
This won't last. She's a Vegas girl. Hubbell will bore her.
She has a dance studio in the back.
Her whole life is here. You didn't tell me any of that.
- So we heard you're a dancer. - I trained at A.B.T.
- Do you love him? - I think I could fall in love with him.
- Truly, what's the matter? - Hubbell.
We went driving
looking for the two of you.
It just came out of nowhere.
I'm so sorry.
Bunheads 1x02 - For Fanny Original air date June 18, 2012
Sync and corrections by atrn97g for www.addic7ed.com
I don't know.
Either path is fraught with peril.
I know that if I ask for a car
for my birthday, I'll get it.
- How do you know? - I know.
I walked in on a really weird fight they were having
involving the guy who did our landscaping and a fondue pot.
- Weird. - So weird.
Anyhow, the minute they saw me they totally clammed up.
Which translates to busted,
which translates to guilt,
which translates to Beamer.
However, I know that if I ask them
for the car and then I receive said car
I'm then indebted to them for the car,
which means the next time one of them asks,
"does this outfit make me look fat"?
Are you even listening to me?
Car, birthday, fondue pot,
am I fat, quandary.
- What are you doing? - Reading the paper.
- Who does that? - I'm going to see my grandpa tonight
and he likes me to read the paper to him.
So read it to him then.
I always pre-read it
and circle the articles I think he'll like
because time is an issue at his age and he gets really upset
if he falls asleep before I get to Gail Collins.
The class is out there, ladies.
From our ballet teacher.
Anything involving bats, helmets, rackets,
goal lines, shin guards, personal fouls or high fives
could cause injury and jeopardize our dance careers.
- Basically anything that happens out there is out. - Plus I have cramps.
Why don't you just use an iPad?
Tried to. He couldn't grasp the concept of it.
He just got angry and thought I was making everything up.
Ugh, the old.
Promise you'll put a pillow over my face
- when I turn 60? - Will do.
- Did you hear? - Hear what?
Ginny Thompson! Oh, jeez.
- The announcement. - Oh, you mean the one
that went "blarsh ment hucckles flaus ushconment"?
- Yes, that's the one. - Then yes, we heard it.
Want to know what it said?
Something to do with pink slime?
Hubbell was in a car accident last night.
- Madame Fanny's Hubbell? - Yep.
- Bad? - Yep.
- And? - And... he's...
What, he's what?
- You know. - I don't know.
- I don't know what that look means. - Melanie!
- I don't know what that look means either. - Think.
Focus. Follow the information
to its obvious conclusion.
Hubbell, accident, two weird looks?
Oh.
Wow.
- I need a tent. - You...
I've called three different tent companies, but they're not open yet.
You'd think there'd be one 24-hour tent company
somewhere in the world if for no other reason,
just for novelty's sake.
What do you need a tent for?
For the memorial.
The...
I don't do funerals.
There's no celebration, no ode to life.
Life is everything. And life goes on, you know.
Buddhists believe that everyone comes back.
Doesn't that feat alone deserve a really great party?
Of course it does.
It's going to be a traditional Buddhist ceremony.
Dignified, spiritual,
not sappy.
We'll need candles and incense,
and a beautiful Book for people to write their thoughts in.
I think it's going to rain tomorrow,
so I'll have to have it on Sunday,
though I wonder if there's a religious conflict
in having it on a Sunday. Oh well.
Jesus will just have to share.
Well, he's put up with worse, so.
Of course we could do Monday in a pinch.
- Monday? - Do you want coffee?
- I... - People are going to bring food.
Casseroles, lasagna, ham.
Someone always brings a ham.
What they should really bring
is some valium and a shrink.
Gallows humor.
We need flowers,
tons of flowers,
roses, tulips, pansies, violets.
Oh!
Lilies! Lilies everywhere!
Is it lily season here? Well, it's lily season somewhere.
I need to make a list of guests,
and we need a band.
Maybe Juliana can play something on the cello.
I wonder if it's going to rain on Monday.
She hates to play in the rain.
Plus, rain and a memorial
is such a cliched combination.
- What are you doing? - I don't know.
- Tin foil! - Aah!
I need tin foil and toilet paper.
Oh God. All those people,
one guest bathroom.
Don't think about it, Fanny.
Just lie back and think of England.
I blame you.
Me too.
Senor Dawson...
- Sorry. -En espanol,senor Dawson.
Lo siento, senora Yockey.
Excuse me, miss Yockey?
Yes?
En espanol, senora Yockey.
What do you need?
I don't know if you've heard the tragic news,
but the son of our beloved ballet teacher,
Fanny Flowers, was in a terrible car accident last night.
I did hear. I'm so sorry.
Madame Fanny's been like a surrogate mother to us.
All of us.
Especially Boo.
I don't know if she's heard.
The P.A. system in this school is so sub-par.
Public schools... sad.
Anyhow,
I just think Boo would maybe take it a little better
if her friends broke it to her first.
If it's okay.
Oh, of course.
I understand.
Boo?
Come here.
Bring your things.
- Come on, Boo. - What's going on?
Why are you doing that?
- Did you hear? - Hear what?
Hubbell was in a car accident last night
- and... - And he's what?
See, she doesn't get the look either.
He's...
Oh my God. He's dead?
Oh, come on! I just gave you that exact same look.
This is terrible.
I know it is. So bad.
Let's go.
- Where? - Bus stop.
- What? - Shh.
- Keep walking. - We can't.
"Vengeance Walking"'s at 12:00 and 2:30.
- We're going to a movie? - Everyone grieves
in their own way. Head down, look sad.
- Popcorn's on me. - I don't understand.
I gave her the exact same look.
You have other gifts. Go.
Well, I am planning a memorial service.
For tomorrow, hopefully.
I understand that, but...
is there any other color I can get it in?
Fine. Goodbye. Well, it's official.
The people in the tent-rental industry are very unpleasant.
The only company
that can get me a tent to hold 100 people by Sunday
said all of their tents are white canvas.
White canvas.
No one in the world wanted pink or blue?
I asked them how much to dye a tent
and they laughed at me. Like I'm Ellen.
You have 100 people coming?
More. I went over the invite list
and realized I forgot to invite the garden club.
Who do you know in the garden club?
I'm inviting most of the town and they are in the town,
so that brings the head count up by 20.
Maybe I should forget a tent and think about a theater.
I'll put that on the possible list.
Oh, here. I printed up a list
of Buddhist memorial traditions off the Internet.
There are some chants you should learn.
Ah. Finally a chance to use
my high school Tibetan.
I remember years ago
when the husband of a friend of mine died.
My entire wiccan group
went down to the ocean at midnight,
sang a song,
threw our clothes off,
joined hands
and ran into the sea.
It was really beautiful.
There will be kids there.
They can wear floaties.
You were in a wiccan group?
Well, I was living in Vancouver.
I didn't ski, so.
Traditionally, everyone should wear
white robes and headbands.
We'll look like a cult.
Or a karate class.
Maybe instead of headbands,
everyone could wear a scarf?
Or a cape.
I love capes.
Who doesn't love a cape?
Where are we gonna get all those capes?
We can cut up that tent.
Boo! We're late!
We're not that late.
20 minutes. We are 20 minutes late.
Ow! Side cramp.
Rock in shoe.
Can't breathe. Breathing bad.
Slow down, you're killing your friends.
You don't want me to run to class,
next time tell me the real time.
- I did! - You said it was 2:00. It was not 2:00!
It looked like 2:00.
Spots. Seeing spots.
It had not been 2:00 for an hour!
Oh, I think I'm gonna barf!
No you won't!
Not until we get inside.
- She's not even here. - She's not?!
- I told you she wouldn't teach today. - The day is not over yet.
- Oh, brother. - We're going to hell.
- All of us. - As long as I don't have to run there.
Madame Fanny's son dies and what do we do?
We watch Mark Wahlberg blow up France
- for two and a half hours. - It was a long movie.
- Not my point, Melanie. - Calm down.
What about a Mark Wahlberg movie says "sorry for your loss"?
Nothing. We suck.
You suck, you suck, you suck.
I suck. We all suck.
But tell me how you really feel?
- We suck and we're going to hell. - Wake up, Boo!
We live in hell.
The worst that can happen is we go to carpinteria.
I'm getting dressed over there.
Do not follow me.
Boo.
Your dance space.
My dance space.
Any word from madame Fanny?
Nope. Nothing.
She's not gonna teach today.
I wouldn't want to teach either.
It's so weird, isn't it?
Yesterday he was here,
and today he's not.
Well, I heard they found his shoe 30 feet away.
I heard they still haven't found his face.
Horrible.
We're horrible.
Everyone in this room is horrible.
I heard they had just had sex right before
he went out and...
- Give it up, Mel. - Crap.
I wonder if that was the first time they'd ever had sex.
I wonder if that was the first time he'd ever had sex.
- That's probably what killed him. - What are you talking about?
Okay, you're a virgin for 75 years
and then the first time you have sex,
you do it with a Las Vegas showgirl?
He couldn't handle it.
Dude drove right into a tree.
If an asteroid hit this place right now,
we absolutely had it coming.
When my grandmother died, her spirit haunted our car.
- What? - Yep.
Suddenly, the day after the funeral,
you couldn't start it is someone was sitting in the passenger seat.
- Grandma really liked her passenger seat. - What did you do?
- We sold the car. - You sold your grandmother?
- And bought a ski-doo. - Lightning hit our pool three years ago.
- Who died? - No one.
We're talking death, Melanie. Stay on topic.
Not enough "Hail Mary"s in the world.
I feel like we're missing something special.
Something with flair.
Hello?
Yes.
I'm looking to have cocktail napkins made
with the Dalai Lama's face on them.
Does he ever not wear glasses?
Okay, she's acting crazy, right?
I don't know. Compared to what?
Not you, honey.
Oh. Then maybe.
She's in shock. She's in pain.
She hasn't talked about anything
but planning this memorial
since the accident happened.
When I picked her up from the police station
she was wondering if an evite was too informal.
It's denial.
The seven steps.
Dalai Lama cocktail napkins.
You go through a lot of napkins at those things.
Well, that's basically done.
They just have to wire Tibet for permission to use his likeness.
So where were we?
- Ah! Ice cream truck. - Hey.
I just went out and got some bagels
if anyone's hungry.
No one eats carbs anymore.
Oh, okay.
Well, they're stale.
If that helps at all. You know, all that chewing.
Helps burn some extra calories.
Is there anything I can do?
Nope.
So...
she's still here.
Wonder why.
- It just happened, Vi. - I know.
But she really didn't know him in the first place.
There's nothing here for her now.
She's awfully tall, isn't she?
- Was she ever a man? - Why would you say that?
I don't know, I just think the town could use
a woman who used to be a man,
to go with the republican
and the Liza Minnelli impersonator.
Hello?
Oh, it's the monk.
Yes, your holiness.
Thank you for calling me back.
- What are you doing? - Cleaning up.
I'm cleaning up. Someone should clean up.
I could clean up.
Well, there's no point now. It's almost done.
- Is there anything else I can do? - No.
I didn't think anyone ate carbs anymore.
Yeah, well,
I'm thinking of singlehandedly bringing them back.
You know, along with smoking, lead paint,
thalidomide, slip 'n slide.
Picturing my face under there?
- I don't understand.
No, literally I don't understand.
Could you put the interpreter back on?
Oh, thank God, yes.
As I was trying to tell the Lama
while I'm very grateful he agreed
to pray for Hubbell,
I was actually hoping he would do it here.
At the memorial on Monday.
Or Tuesday. We're flexible about the day.
Could you ask him again?
Because I already have a monk in Ireland
who said he'd pray from there.
But I was really looking for someone
to represent, as the kids say.
What if I throw in a trip to Disneyland?
Does he have a friend who's not busy chanting
for the Japanese people?
All right. Thanks anyway.
What is it about these monks?
How hard is it to get on a plane?
Well, at least he said he'd pray for him.
- That's nice. - He can say anything he wants.
He's on another continent. How do I know he's really doing it?
- Well, he is a monk. - So?
So he's a monk.
Their to-do list basically consists of
"pray" and...
you know, "pray."
I take my spirituality very seriously.
If I don't see it with my own eyes, I don't believe it.
Amen.
I can't believe he's gone.
- Oh, Truly. - I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
You loved him.
Well, I did. I did love him.
You two were magic together.
Soulmates.
When you would make pies...
Well, he made pies. I just ate them.
They were so good.
Just be happy you found each other.
And know that no matter what happened between the two of you,
he loved you with all his heart.
Really? Right here.
True love never dies.
It just takes a break for a while.
Okay. Anyone need some help?
No? Great. Going for a walk.
I thought we would get married.
I just wanted to call you mom.
Oh, honey.
You don't need a ring to call me mom.
Oh my God!
Hey.
You taking a walk?
I guess.
You want to walk my dog?
Oh, finally!
Hi, Talia.
I can't believe you waited so long
to call me. Come on, I'm dying.
Tell me everything.
Uh...
I want to take notes to tell the girls later.
Okay. Go.
Well, we got here,
I bought a dress,
went to a party,
fought with his mom,
had sex,
danced with his mom,
he got in a car accident and now he's dead.
Talia?
Hmm?
- Say it. - Nope.
Talia.
You have the worst luck with men!
Yep. There you go.
I've never seen anything like it.
- Let it out. - It's like you're cursed.
Or jinxed or built your house
on an ancient Indian burial ground.
Okay, gotta go.
No, wait!
Hanging up.
You want a bone?
You have teeth?
You danced with his mother?
Bye.
That was Talia. She's older than she looks,
pass it on.
I'm sorry.
I'm back. Do over?
Okay.
How are you?
I'm... lost.
Oh, honey.
No, I'm genuinely lost.
I have no idea where I am.
Michelle...
I have nowhere to sit down.
I have nowhere to sleep.
I have no clothes to change into.
Oh my God, I have no key to the house.
I don't even know if she'll let me in
when I get back. If I get back.
- Michelle... - No, seriously, Talia.
They won't let me do anything.
They won't let me clean up or make phone calls.
She's calling her mom
and I'm walking an old guy's dog.
And that's not a sexual euphemism.
And I don't even know when the memorial service is.
And no one eats carbs anymore.
How was the sex?
Talia...
It was really really good.
Take a load off, Annie.
- That a service dog? - Like a marine?
Like a seeing-eye dog, that kind of thing?
Yeah. He is my service dog.
When I get really drunk and pass out in the gutter, he is my pillow.
Okay.
What'll you have?
Well, what's not gross here?
Oh, wow.
Really tricky questions for 100, Alex.
Uh...
that has its moments.
Okay. I'll have that and a margarita.
Okay.
So.
- What kind of day you having? - That kind.
Thought so.
You had that look in your eye.
- This your place? - For 20 years.
Used to be a nice respectable surf bar,
but with this freakin' economy,
you wanna make ends meet, now you gotta serve brunch!
Bleh! I hate brunch.
Pick a meal.
Oh, a girl after my own heart.
To time-specific eating habits.
Here here.
Nice dog.
- Thanks. - What's his name?
- Don't know. - Is he dead?
- Don't know. - Right on.
- I'm just walking him. - Why?
Old guy asked me to. Couldn't think of a reason to say no.
- You like dogs? - Not particularly.
That could be your reason.
Where were you an hour ago?
- What's your name? - Sophie Tucker.
Nice to meet you, Sophie. I'm Rico.
So you new in town?
Yep. Just got here yesterday.
Moving to a new town on a Thursday... ballsy!
Yeah. I came here with my husband.
He lives here with his mother.
Well, he lived here with his mother.
Lived?
Past tense?
Junior college.
- Wait, you're that girl. - I'm sorry?
You're the sex at the party girl.
Yeah. I am that girl.
Dude.
Tough break.
Rico!
Man, that thing in the kitchen.
What thing?
- You know, the thing! - The fryer?
Yeah, the fryer.
- The fryer. - What about it?
There's a sound.
A frying sound?
Man, I don't know about kitchens
and the things in kitchens.
Sophie Tucker, this is my wife Nina.
My name's not really Soph...
She's the sex at the party girl.
Whoa.
Dude.
Tough break.
- Hello? - Thought she'd have bigger boobs.
- What is that smell? - It's the thing, man.
Oh man.
Oh, uh, I think you have the wrong...
Oh. Well, I don't know if we've hired
a sitar player for the memorial yet.
You'll have to talk to Fanny about that.
I don't know what's wrong with her voicemail, so, I...
No, I don't need to hear you.
No, I really don't need to hear...
Well, you're very good.
Yes. Your mother is wrong.
Hey, how did you get my number?
Thank God I found you.
I forgot to ask Fanny something very important,
and by the time I got back to her house
she had started her 16 hours of meditative silence.
Is that yours?
Uh, yes. I'm gonna have to call you back.
Fanny asked me to do a life-sized sculpture
of Hubbell.
To have on the deck at the memorial.
I do found object sculptures.
I'm in galleries.
On deck? On deck of what?
We're not sure.
There's talk of the Intrepid.
What?
That sounds crazy to you too, right?
The aircraft carrier Intrepid from the war?
She said she was getting a great deal on it.
- Something about a coupon. - A coupon for an aircraft carrier?
I don't know.
She was so screwy earlier.
Though, I mean, who could blame her, right?
I wish she'd talk.
But you know Fanny.
Not really.
Anyway, Fanny asked me
to do a sculpture, which of course I'll do.
But I only do nudes.
So I'm gonna need some input.
- What? - Now...
judging by his general build,
I'm guessing
he looked something like this.
Hello?
It's Minka from Cozy Catering.
I'm trying to get some confirmation
concerning the memorial service menu.
What kind of confirmation?
Just that the head count is now 500.
- That's impossible. - Because if it is,
I don't get my new shipment of tomatoes until Wednesday.
I can't have those tarts made until Thursday, Friday at the latest.
The memorial can't be Friday.
Oh, Friday would be better for me too.
Gives me more time to do the detail work.
I'm gonna have to call you back.
- I'm sorry, I have to go. - Wait! Wait.
- What do you think? - Aah! Jeez.
Aaah.
Am I at least
in the ballpark?
Hmm.
This is ridiculous.
Boo?
- No. - She's not coming.
- No. - Boo, she's not going to teach today, okay?
If you keep us here any longer, at least demand a ransom.
If madame Fanny suddenly decides
that she wants to teach today,
we are going to be here for her to teach.
You know you're crazy, right?
- Hey. - Nobody's leaving!
Okay.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Never mind.
Fanny?
Fanny! Fanny!
- What? - Sorry to interrupt
the whole suffocating-yourself with-a-pillow thing,
- but things are happening that need your attention. - My God.
- You nearly gave me a heart attack. - I asked nicely... twice.
- Nothing. - I am in the middle of a 16-hour meditative silence,
which only works if you're silent.
Well, I either need to talk to you now
or get more minutes on my phone plan.
First of all, we hired a sitar player.
He's very good. He's got the whole opening
of "Dear Prudence" down cold.
The caterer wants to know if the head count is really 500,
'cause if it is, there's a problem with the tarts,
which would push the memorial back till Friday
which is great for the woman making a sculpture
of my husband's genitalia out of old hubcaps.
Also, the traditional Buddhist mariachi band
you wanted is on tour in Bolivia till fall, so what do you think?
Make it a Halloween theme? Everyone can come in costume?
Everything's so jammed in here,
how can you find anything?
- The ham's right there. - I see the ham.
Your daughter Truly handled the fridge so I can't help you with that.
What do you want me to tell the caterer?
- I'll handle it. - What do you want me
- to tell the mariachi band? - I will handle it.
Where the hell did you get a coupon to rent the Intrepid?
- Just let me handle it. - And that would be great!
Except that you're not handling it.
And everyone is calling me and I have no idea what to tell them.
Yeah?
She's right here. It's for you.
Can I tell her what this is regarding?
Ringling Brothers says you can use
their tent on their down day, but you have to go to Sacramento.
Yeah, I'm sorry. That's not gonna work for us.
The voice of reason has just reentered the building.
Thank you for the call though.
- What are you doing? - I'm cutting the crazy quotient in half.
You have no right to cancel my tent.
500 people? Really, Fanny?
Are there even 500 people in this town?
- I'm calling that guy back. - This is getting completely out of hand.
We cannot wait till 2014 to have this memorial.
It has to be now. Tomorrow, like you planned originally
when it was supposed to be a traditional Buddhist ceremony,
even though to my knowledge Hubbell wasn't a Buddhist.
None of this is your concern.
I am going through this too, Fanny.
I came here. I gave up my life.
Oh, what a sacrifice that must have been.
No more getting paid in poker chips?
- I am his wife. - And I am his mother!
And I have been his mother for 48 years.
And now I have to figure out the proper way
to say goodbye to my son.
And if that includes mariachi bands or circus tents
or fireworks or the damn Rockettes,
then it is for me to decide.
Because my heart is completely broken forever.
And when your heart is completely broken forever,
you get to do whatever you want,
no matter how crazy it seems to the woman
who was his wife for 24 hours.
I don't know what you want me to do.
I don't want you to do anything.
Ever.
That's it.
Hey. Hey, nobody leaves!
Why aren't we doing anything?
- What? - We should do something!
- Sasha, I.. - Madame Fanny is just sitting there alone
and sad and you're just sitting here
and we're just sitting in the studio and no one is doing anything!
All day long we've done nothing.
Well, Boo lost her mind and we went to a movie,
but other than that, nothing!
- Someone should do something! - What?
I don't know.
Something.
Okay.
Where is everybody?
You're kidding, right?
You left.
And when you left, everybody left.
Well, did you try to stop them?
Did I?
Do you... I've been...
You're going to take 10 years off of my life.
How many chairs do you guys have here? Is this it?
Oh, there's some in the boys' dressing room, I think.
- What is she doing here? - She's looking for chairs
for people to sit on. Dog ears.
Okay, we're gonna need to scrounge up some more seating.
Are there stools or I don't know,
short tables anywhere around here?
What's the matter?
Mark Wahlberg.
- I know. - In France.
I'm behind here, what happened to Mark Wahlberg in France?
Russian mobs, lots of guns.
Salma Hayek in a bra.
Is that sad? Because millions of men would disagree with you.
We went to a movie.
Okay.
Today. We went to a movie today.
We... skipped school
and we went to a movie today.
Boo didn't want to and we all ignored her.
And we made her go.
- It's okay. - It's not okay.
You don't even like Mark Wahlberg!
"The Departed" wasn't bad.
- We're going to hell. - No, we're not.
- You said we were! - I know, but I'm not like
the final word or anything.
- Hey. - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
I didn't mean to scare you guys with hell.
It's okay.
That's what hell is for.
They were fine when I left.
Okay, you guys. Look at me.
I don't need apologies.
God knows I cut school many a time
for incredibly dubious reasons.
And with me, nuns were involved,
so when you talk about hell,
I got a two bedroom penthouse with a spa tub reserved there,
so cocktails at 6:00!
There's no crying in baseball!
Or ballet.
Plus, if you don't stop,
I'll start and I don't want to start.
You back?
You joining? You got phones?
Start dialing.
Okay.
I'm sorry for all the trouble, the tarts sound lovely.
We're just going to postpone the gathering for a while.
I don't really have the energy right now.
Thank you though.
Hello, Ravi?
It's Fanny Flowers.
Yes, I'm sorry, but there's been
a change of plans.
We won't need you at the memorial.
No, you are a very good sitar player.
It has nothing to do with your abilities.
We're just going to postpone...
That's not really necessary. I've already heard you...
That was wonderful.
And if we were going to have a memorial, you would definitely...
Well, have your mother call me.
Ravi, I have to go.
Boo?
What are you...
Oh no. The class.
Oh my God, I forgot all about the class.
Yeah, we figured you did.
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
We know you've got other things to worry about right now.
Yes, but still, it's unforgivable.
Please apologize to the other kids for me?
- I will. - Are they still there?
Oh no no. Everyone went home.
I was gonna lock up, but the sink in the bathroom's running again
and I can't turn off the water.
That sink has been a problem ever since I put it in.
Maybe if I tried a wrench?
That's all right, I'll take care of it. You go on home.
But it's filling up.
I'll handle it.
Okay.
Um...
I'm sorry, madame Fanny.
Me too, Boo.
What's going on?
That's your seat.
I don't know you that well.
So I don't know what to say.
Sometimes it's better not to say anything.
Sometimes maybe
you just need to do something.
So, Fanny,
it's not the Intrepid.
But this is for you.
You did this?
I didn't do anything.
They did.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
That was quite a dance.
They had some pretty good training.
They certainly did.
I liked the song.
Tom Waits.
I found it in Hubbell's CD player,
so I figured...
It's a very good song.
So...
how are you?
I think I stole a dog.
Fanny!
Jerry!
Will you excuse me?
Sure.
Michelle!
Well?
- Well, what? - How was it?
- How'd we do? - Who fell?
- Somebody fell. - It sounded like Edgar.
He has a very distinctive thud.
- We sucked. - I sucked.
- No one sucked. - Someone sucked.
- Someone always sucks. - No one sucked.
No one fell. You guys were perfect.
You melted my cold frozen tundra of a heart.
- Do you think madame Fanny liked it? - No. No, I don't.
Come on.
I think it was exactly was she needed.
Seriously.
You guys, you were truly great.
- It was fun. For funeral dancing, I mean. - That sounds creepy.
Hey, let's go say hi to madame Fanny.
Yeah, go take your bows.
- You did good. - Three hours of rehearsal, what do you expect?
So are you leaving now?
Not as long as the ham holds out.
No. I mean, are you leaving?
Oh.
I don't know.
Michelle, there's someone I want you to meet.
This is Jerry Morton.
Jerry and Hubbell went to school together.
Michelle is Hubbell's wife.
- My daughter-in-law. - It's nice to meet you, Jerry.
You too. Hubbell's been driving us crazy
at our poker game for a year talking about you.
Really?
Yeah. He was insane about you.
Told us every little detail.
Shoe size nine, right?
- Wow. - Oh, yeah.
When he met you, that was it.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Well, I should get going.
If you need anything, Fanny, anything at all.
I'll call you first thing.
And as soon as things settle down a bit,
you just stop by the office and we'll... we'll get the paperwork done.
- Fanny can tell you where it is. - Paperwork?
Just some signatures, no rush.
Signatures for what?
For the will transfer.
Well, I thought...
I thought he told you...
he called me on the way back from Vegas.
The land, the house...
he left everything to you.
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