All right. Thank you all for coming.
I've got a big announcement.
You getting a haircut?
You really think she asked all of us here at 7:00 a.m.
to tell us that she's getting a haircut?
That's what I would do.
I know what it is. She's finally coming out.
- Everyone pay me. - Mother, I'm not gay.
We would support any choice you make, dear.
Except for bangs.
She's definitely not gay. My gaydar never fails.
Except with Anderson Cooper.
How did I miss that?
Anyway, thank you all for being here.
You're basically my family,
even you, Mother.
So, here's my big news.
I'm gonna have a baby!
- What? - How?
- When? - Why?
I'd like to circle back. What?
Uh, the correct response is,
"Yay, Kat. We're so happy for you."
Darling, that's so wonderful.
Oh, sweetheart, what incredible news.
It also explains why you're wearing that maternity outfit.
I'm not pregnant yet, but I'm gonna be.
Hmm. So, who's the lucky guy?
Well, I know it's not Anderson Cooper.
Are you thinking immaculate conception?
Probably more likely than you catching a man in those glasses.
I'm gonna do it with a donor.
Well, not "do it."
I believe the medical term is "get juiced up by."
Well, are you sure you're ready to be a single parent?
'Cause Carter makes it look very hard.
Truth.
Look, I know you had fun with my nephew,
but that was only eight hours.
Do you know how many eight hours there are in a lifetime?
We know you know, sweetheart.
I searched for my life's purpose all over the world.
And then I held that little baby, and...
Did your ovaries tingle?
Like Pop Rocks.
That could be an infection.
Ooh. This guy could be your baby daddy.
Yeah, don't say that.
Let's see. Six-two, green eyes. Ooh, he's a doctor.
Oh. A Doctor Strange impersonator.
No, thank you.
Girl, he is five-ten at best.
This is just like Tinder.
Subtract inches but add pounds.
It's true.
I'm six-three on Grindr.
Well, aren't guys disappointed when they meet you?
Not once I open my mouth.
Well, you are very charming.
Yes, that's what I mean.
Ooh! This guy's on sale.
Oh, I see why, 'cause he's dead.
Well, hang on, I do love a bargain.
Okay, your eggs are already on their way out.
You need fresh sausage.
It's really tough to make this decision based on one form.
Yeah. Yeah, like, like, who cares
that this guy was in Thunder Down Under?
Wait, hold on.
I'm gonna make my own "yes" pile.
My child's whole future depends on this.
It's too much pressure.
Katharine, just let me choose.
Everyone knows you have terrible taste,
just look at your...
life.
Randi, you don't talk to your mother. What's that like?
You know, I feel like I need more information.
If I buy the premium package, I-I get, I get baby pictures,
medical history, and a personal essay.
I think that'll help me feel more connected to my donor.
You know, put the "us" in "uterus."
You know these puns are why you have to pay for sperm.
Man, I don't get it.
How can this place have twice as many customers as the Middle C?
I mean, it's a stupid board game bar.
Yeah, your piano bar is so much cooler.
Says the man who asked me how he looked with frosted tips.
All right. Competition checked out.
Now let's go back to your bar and drink for free.
Wait, hold on, hold on, I'm sorry.
You don't drink for free. You have a tab.
Okay.
You do.
Fine. We'll drink here.
Let's just... Oh, dang it.
I forgot my wallet.
Just look at 'em all.
Playing games like a bunch of 12-year-olds.
So sad.
Ooh! They got Hungry Hungry Hippos.
- Dibs on blue! - Dibs on blue! Damn it.
Hold up.
Is homegirl wearing elf ears?
Shh! Don't stare. It could be a condition.
And we're really not supposed to make fun of anything anymore.
Welcome to Corks and Orcs. Can I get you guys anything?
Grog, mead, chicken fingers?
Two beers. On him.
Also, uh, why are there elves here?
Excuse me?
Oh, I'm sorry, Elven-Americans.
It's D&D night.
Dungeons & Dragons?
Ah, see? Your friend gets it, he's wearing the ears.
What?
There's another game starting in 15 minutes
if you guys want in.
I'll be Dungeon Master, so...
you guys are in for a pretty crazy 68 hours.
D&D? I think I'll pass, you know, 'cause I've had sex.
Me, too. A lot.
I'm talking double digits.
What?
So, you think you're better than us?
- Sorry, not at all. - Yeah, just cooler.
Now, please, bring our beers over
to the Hungry Hungry Hippos table.
I'm deciding what my grandchild should call me.
What do you guys think of "Glam-ma?"
"Glam-ma?"
A grandma sits on a porch,
plays Parcheesi, and crochets.
A glam-ma drinks champagne, does Pilates,
and once smoked reefer naked with Sammy Davis Jr.
I found him, I found him!
I found the father of my child!
Does anyone else hear a chorus of angels?
Wait, were you doing that upstairs?
I thought you were just taking one of your special showers.
Rejoice in the miracle that is donor 457.
Let Glam-ma hold him.
He's perfect.
He's an architect, he studied at Georgetown.
He speaks four languages.
He's a former United States Scrabble Champion.
He once got a triple-word score with "xylophone." How sexy is that?
What does he look like?
Phil, don't be so shallow.
He's six feet tall. He's got blue eyes. He's a snack and a dessert.
Oh, he was a swimmer in college.
Ooh, big swimmers make the best little swimmers,
if you know what I mean.
I don't.
Your subtle sperm joke shot right over my head.
Get this, his personal essay
starts with a Gandhi quote and ends with a Weezer lyric.
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
"The redhead said you shred the cello, and I am Jell-O."
Damn, girl, it sounds like you're in love.
No. Just with his DNA.
And his soul.
And don't forget his swimmer's body like our Lord Jesus.
Amen!
I always dreamed my daughter would get
knocked up by a doctor.
Note to self, be more specific in your prayers.
Mother, why did you come if you're just gonna be yourself?
I'm gonna be here for every step of this process.
I have excellent advice regarding chapped nipples.
You bottle-fed me.
I know, but those six months in Ibiza
really did a number on the girls.
Yeah, let's not mention that ever again.
- Hello. - Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
I've been elbow-deep in it today.
Gynecologist humor?
You get me.
So, good news.
You and donor 457 are a perfect genetic match.
Do you hear that, ladies?
Sorry, I'm just really excited!
Hold on.
Looks like the clinic has run out of his...
let's say "batter."
Uh, what do you mean? How could they be out?
The men I've known are never out.
Well, let's get my guy down here.
You get the cup ready, I'll go on a porn run.
Unfortunately, he just turned 35.
So? I'm sure he's still making it.
Wait, is he a hoarder?
After 35, there's a higher risk of complications,
so he can no longer donate.
Well, they've got to have some more
just lying around somewhere.
Tell 'em, "Look in the back of the freezer,"
behind the old meat
and the ice cubes that smell like garlic.
I'm sorry.
Are you?
Or are you just saving the last drop
of donor 457 for yourself?!
You can see why I didn't want her anywhere near my nipples.
You doing okay?
I just feel empty.
My heart, my womb.
Well, don't give up.
There's plenty of fish in the sea...
men.
I'm so naughty, but it was just right there.
Uh, I'm gonna you need to stop hugging donor 457's profile.
I'm just not ready to give up.
He is so much more than a sperm Popsicle to me.
Got you a whiskey.
I don't think there's a cocktail that says,
"Sorry you lost your anonymous artificial insemination partner."
But there is a Hallmark card.
They have gotten so specific these days.
There should be a special bar for ladies
to meet guys who just want to donate sperm.
There is. It's called any bar.
What did you do to your arm?
Oh. Hurt it in the game last night.
But, uh, I played through.
That game was Hungry Hungry Hippos.
I still schooled his ass, though.
Wasn't an official win.
I knocked the game off the table
before you chomped the last marble.
We used to play that game,
but we played it with possums and our toes.
That's why my cousin Levon can only count to 17.
Maybe I should get some board games in here.
But cool ones, where the kids are on the box like, "Whoa!"
And then there's always that kid who broke the ice.
As long as it's not like that game
those nerds were playing last night.
I don't know. D&D looked pretty fun last night.
D&D, is that like S and M?
Same weapons, different uses.
Good morning. Sorry I'm late.
Oh, but you're five minutes early.
Really? Then I got ten minutes to take a nap.
I found him!
I found him! I found him!
Who? D.B. Cooper, Jimmy Hoffa, Waldo?
Better. Donor 457.
His name is Brian Anderson.
He will be mine.
Aw, you think this has a happy ending, don't you?
Finding him wasn't that hard.
You just start with what you know: 35, architect,
Georgetown, swim team.
The Internet has photos of the swim team from 2005 to 2010.
I found all the guys his height with blue eyes, got 22 names.
Well, 23 if you count the guy wearing goggles,
because we can't rule him out.
I took all those names,
cross-referenced them with the database
from the American Institute of Architects.
I did have to register, but let me tell you,
best 1,200 bucks I've ever spent.
You watch, she's gonna put him in a pit in her basement.
Only one hit in the greater Louisville area, Brian Anderson.
Couple hours on Instagram, and I found him.
I mean, I'm good.
Pretty sure I could've found Bin Laden in an afternoon.
So what, you're gonna slide into his DMs
and ask him for his sperm?
No, Randi, that would be crazy.
I bet she's already dug the pit.
I learned two things from Instagram.
- One, our kid is gonna be... - Hot.
Two, Brian teaches kickboxing once a week.
I signed us both up, and after the class
I'm gonna ask for his seed in person like a lady do.
Oh, Kat, you're gonna end up on the news again.
Please do your hair and makeup this time.
All right, I don't see Brian yet.
I'm assuming he's got some sort of walk-in song.
I'm guessing "Eye of the Tiger."
Hey, crazy idea,
how about we just take a kickboxing class
and not ask anyone for their sausage gravy?
That reminds me, I've the cup in my bag.
It's actually just an old jelly jar,
but I washed it out real good.
Oh, oh! There he is!
♪ It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight ♪
♪ Something, something, something, something ♪
♪ Of our rivals ♪
Can you do the guitar part?
It goes...
No, I can't, 'cause I'm Black.
Okay, this is gonna be easy.
All I have to do is charm him, earn his trust
and secure his semen... charm, trust, semen.
Welcome, everyone.
Who's here for the first time tonight?
Uh, we are! Kickboxing virgins.
We're not the other kind of virgins.
I have kickboxed before, so I am no kind of virgin.
Uh, damn you!
Oh, he's coming over. Okay, how do I look?
Uh, like you should've worn a sports bra.
- Hey, I'm Brian. - Hello, Brian!
My name is Kat, this is my very good friend...
Brenda! Brenda is my name.
And I don't know her, we just met.
So I am not legally responsible for anything that she does.
Okay, you guys are, uh...
let's call it "fun."
Anyway, enjoy your first class.
And don't worry, I'll be gentle.
Oh, I don't mind if you're a little rough.
I like it rough.
Okay, now, which part was that?
The charm, the trust or the semen?
Ooh... Ooh, I like the vibe in here.
It's like my cousin Stewie's basement.
Kissed my first girl there, and my last.
Oh, man, I want to hear all those stories.
Let me buy you a... Ah, dang it.
Did I forget my wallet again?
More men in here than in a gay bar.
And if this is you coming out to me,
you should know that I am not a beginner's ride.
I will keep that in mind.
So, do you play this Dungeons game?
I did when I was a kid.
Yeah, it was, uh, it was a good way to make friends
when I was 14 and thought it was cool to wear a cape.
A cape?
Are you sure you're not coming out to me?
You guys need drinks? Oh.
It's Hungry Hippo guy.
We're still picking up marbles.
Sorry about that.
Uh, two IPAs.
Oh, hey, any of these D&D games open?
Uh, yeah, table six just started.
You can probably jump in.
If you find the Book of Thoth,
you get a free pitcher of Arnold Palmers.
Eat my chromatic orb!
Ooyah!
What the hell is he doing here?
This is like the time my boyfriend caught me in a sports bar.
He's a hungry hungry hypocrite.
- Let's go. - But don't you want to call him out?
Slap him a little? I was promised entertainment.
Not here.
I respect the game too much.
Well, let me take you to my favorite bar.
We play games there, too.
Oh, and you can wear your cape.
Just look at him.
Between his guns and my quads,
our baby's gonna be a hunter and a gatherer.
Kat, pay attention.
Oh. I am.
Hey!
I'm soon to be with child!
Ooh! Nice kick.
Hard to believe you're a virgin.
Ooh, kickboxing virgin. You guys said it.
She said it. Again, I don't know her.
Um, did you... did you see my kicks?
They were, uh, kick-tastic.
Kick-tacular. I was kicking it old-school.
- Yeah, great. Could you back up a little? - Yeah.
Of course.
All right. Give me a groin kick.
- Put some snap on it. - Okay.
My future baby's in that groin,
and he's not even wearing a cup.
What, you don't think I looked?
No...
Takedown!
Silver for the gold.
My last name is Silver.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just thinking about all my life choices
that have led me to this moment.
Well, why don't you take a little break?
There's some water by the front.
- Oh, uh, can you bring me some? - Hell no.
Guess we're alone.
Except for the other 18 people here, yeah.
All right, let's see some roundhouse kicks.
Harder.
As you wish, sensei.
I like your shorts.
Do they keep you cool?
You, uh, don't want the basement to get overheated.
Where'd you get 'em?
Goodwill.
Ooh, thrifty.
It's a good trait. Might be genetic, might not.
Was your father thrifty?
I don't really know. He died when I was young.
Oh, no, I'm so sorry.
Was it something hereditary?
- Bus accident. - Whew!
You're probably wondering
why I'm asking all these questions.
I'm wondering a lot of things about you.
All right, I'll just come right out and say it.
You're donor 457 from the Kentucky Foundation
for Reproductive Services, right?
What?
It's supposed to be anonymous.
Aha! Confirmed!
Randi, it's him!
Cue the chorus of the angels!
- Kat, let's... let's go. - No, no, no. Look, Brian, Brian.
All I need is one last hurrah in a jelly jar.
And I don't have any porn on me, but think about
that Sandals vacation you took with your hot girlfriend two years ago.
Sandals?
How do you know... You know what? You need to leave.
Oh, oh, I see,
so it's like sperm-a-palooza for everyone else,
but when I need it, your well's run dry?
I said get out.
- Yeah, time to go. - You listen to me, Brian.
If you won't give me your seed of life, I'm gonna take it.
No, Kat!
Okay. New plan. Fill this up. I'll be back later.
What?
I appreciate you waiting with me, Phil,
but when Carter gets back, things could get ugly.
Why do you think I'm waiting?
I can't believe he would lie to me like this.
Are you so mad you want to take your shirt off?
- What? - What?
Well, look who it is.
How was your night?
And before you answer,
know that I have cast a third-level Zone of Truth spell.
Oh. Well, joke's on you,
'cause I'm wearing a plus-two Cloak of Deception.
- And it fits you well. - Mm-hmm.
This is not as sexy as I thought it'd be.
I don't get it. Why didn't you just admit you like D&D?
If it's okay to like it, why didn't you say something?
Because you made fun of it,
and I didn't want you to make fun of me.
Being straight is so complicated.
Look, where I grew up, if you admit
you're into something like that, you get your ass kicked.
Yeah, kids can be mean.
So can my mom.
Carter, Max, listen.
As boys, we're taught you can't be real with each other,
but it's okay to be vulnerable.
Take the "mask" out of "masculine."
Damn, Phil.
You're half our size but twice the man.
I'm working on a book.
Sorry I wasn't real with you.
I should've known you were a giant nerd.
- Dude. - 'Cause it takes one to know one.
Dude...
Oh, that sandwich needs some peanut butter.
Okay, I don't know why this is happening,
but I need to be a part of it.
Randi, get in here.
Uh-uh. If I don't do group texts,
I definitely don't do group hugs.
How did it go? Did you get your donor?
No.
I got banned from the sperm bank and the kickboxing gym.
And the Froyo place across the street.
There was a cute guy there, I threw up a Hail Mary.
All right, Princess Katharine of House Feline,
you've reached a door, what do you do?
- I open it. - It's locked.
- I knock. - Nothing happens.
- I search for a key. - You don't have one.
Oh, my gosh, this is so much fun!
I have the magical key of Mylor.
- Should I use it? - What? No!
How the hell do you think we're gonna get into
the Tomb of Gary the Terrible?
Get your damn head in the game.
Then what do we do?
Let's hit the door with a double fireball spell.
Genius!
So, you just never want to have sex again?
I'm gonna go hit my glass with a double martini spell.
So, the castle burns to the ground.
You hear the screams of the orphans
you were trying to save.
Where's my dragons at, bitches?
Phil, I told you this wasn't a dress-up game.
Yeah, well, this is not my last stop of the night.
Let's take a five.
So, Zac, what's your story?
Taught machine-learning and robotics at Stanford.
Intelligent.
Then quit to open a game bar.
- Adventurous. Any major health problems? - None.
- You've got pretty curly hair, you Jewish? - I am.
If I gave you a 100 bucks
and this goblet, do you think you could fill it
with your elixir of reproduction?
I'm not for sale.
Fair enough.
Give me the goblet.
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