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Wait.
Why are you messing with me? Because it's fun.
When you get older, you need more stuff.
That's why I-I brought out old Bessie here.
It's a purse.
It doesn't have a name.
Bessie does.
Have fun, for once.
Thanks.
You have fun at Dad's.
Well, this shouldn't be embarrassing at all.
Helps with the bugs.
Good God.
So Ellie took a shower with her baby, and, of course, he peed all over her feet.
But here's the kicker.
Ellie said afterwards her skin was so soft and smooth, so of course I've gotta find myself
some baby pee.
But it's no biggie, 'cause Ellie's just gonna hook me up.
You know, people can't unhear the things you say.
Come back, paper buddy.
All right, I'll just see you at your mailbox in the morning.
Not ever.
Ellie.
I'm back.
You have to re-engage.
- Oh.
- On the plus side, I was able to put peanuts in her wine without her noticing.
Hmm.
So witty.
Mm.
I should probably slow down.
I'm getting a little buzzy.
(laughs) These are just the drinks that we get before we go out and get drinks.
Oh, good.
She's here.
I've got a bad case of the gotta-gos.
No, no.
Don't leave.
Why don't you just come with me? No, I'm having fun.
I just want you to stay.
But this isn't how I do fun anymore.
I've got much better wine at home, and I really need to take my bra off.
Enjoy your 20s.
(laughs) So I invited my friend Nezzie to roll with us.
Like this? Oh! (crack) (moaning) - Are you sure you're okay? - Oh, yeah! I'm great.
Why don't you go ahead and let yourself out? There you go.
Yeah.
(door opens) - Bye, Josh.
- (door closes) Okay, so you hurt yourself by not having sex? That's right.
(sniffles) I'm gonna get some take-out, and do you remember my aunt Carol? The one who
hates my hair? Yes.
I'm gonna go get my wedding video, and we're gonna watch her break her hip over and over
again.
Ooh, I love it when she screams and cries.
(telephone rings) (ring, beep) Hey, Laurie.
Nezzie's getting us a free limo tonight.
(chuckles) I don't think I can go out tonight.
It's done, girl.
But Saturday night's the best night for going out.
(gasps) She says Saturday's the best night.
No! You're staying in.
Come on.
We'll soak our hands and feet in baby pee.
This is your 20s weekend.
Would you look? You're an invalid.
Slaggy ho.
Do you know what people think when they see you out with those kids? Don't say it if it's too
mean.
I mean, you're too old for this crap.
You look pathetic.
Give me the phone.
Give it to me.
LAURIE: Jules, are you in a fight? - Give me! Give me! - What's happening? - Laurie, I'm in.
Come get me.
Ellie, go home.
What are you doing? What are you doing? I came out to get the mail, and I got thirsty.
I'm a little hungover.
Hey, but thanks for checking on me, paper buddy.
No, not your paper buddy, just an annoyed neighbor.
Don't send tiny bald men to my house.
Is Ellie watching us right now? We got into a huge fight.
You see, I feel like you don't listen to what I say.
- You just move on-- - Turn around and catch her on three.
One, two-- Just do me a favor and stop trying to drag me into your little, "Where did all the
years go?" Little nervous breakdown thing you seem to be going through.
Three! Ha! Ha! Oh, I got you! I wasn't looking at you, you stupid head! Does anybody on this
block like you? Ooh! Catch you later, P.
B.
! Hey! That stands for (singsong voice) "paper buddy"! (cell phone alert chimes) I just got a
text.
Who's it from? Someone named Bitch-Slap Harris.
Huh.
Good guy.
He's a college professor.
Of course he is.
Apparently, he saw a bouncer being mean to Mom last night.
What? Why would anyone want to be mean to Mom? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Dad, Dad, I know those girls.
- Turn around.
- No detours.
We're running low on juice, buddy.
Fine.
Ah, ha ha! Aah! Sarah, Tina Don't know you What's the haps? (giggling) Just drive.
(moaning) (telephone rings) Andy? Hey, Jules.
You--you okay? So Ellie had you call.
(chuckles) Oh, please, girlfriend.
I'm my own man.
I'm assuming she's so close, you can't speak freely.
(chuckles) Yes.
I know she wrote you a script, so say something wrong so I can catch her.
Uh, "When--when did this whole 20s thing start being about proobing something?" Proving
something! Proving! Hang up the phone.
Go.
Ellie, I know you can hear me.
I-I don't know when this thing became about proving something.
It just did.
I hate the feeling that I missed out on everything.
You--you have your stories.
I've heard all of them-- The night you were in New York, Miami, the--the month you didn't
see the sun, the time you kissed a girl.
(falsetto singsong voice) Awesome! I know that I'm being crazy.
But when I'm being like that, it is your job to support me! I mean, remember when you
didn't smile at your baby because you thought it would give you mouth wrinkles? I was there
for you, Ellie! It's hard for me to be out there doing things that I know are stupid, and people
are probably talking about me.
But the last person I thought who would ever say mean things is my best friend! Ellie, are
you still there? All right, I'm going out.
You didn't smile at Stan? Only for three weeks.
They want another round.
I feel like I'm 100.
You look like you're 800.
You know, I've seen the endless parade of girls you've brought home, tagged and released.
No matter how young they are, you don't ever seem the slightest bit self-conscious about
your age.
I'm not.
Show me how to do that.
I can't.
You see, when women get older, it's icky.
When men get older, it's adorable.
It's actually my favorite double standard.
- Yeah, I'm not a huge fan.
- Mm.
(grunts) My, my.
I hurt myself hiking.
No, you didn't.
Darling, if you're going to attempt a move like that, you gotta hit the yoga class hard.
Hi.
I'm Barb.
Wow.
Uh Wait.
Where's your drink? I don't even want it.
I'm just gonna borrow some ice from this one.
- Ah.
Ohh.
- That's it.
You're done.
But Saturday night is the best night for going out.
Sweetie, it's time to go home.
I don't want you to have to leave because of me.
You're going home.
It's Saturday night.
I'm going out.
(cell phone rings) Hey, Mom.
What's up? Why are you calling? I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep - in
case I never wake up.
- T-minus five, Goose.
Okay, gotta go, Mom.
Love you.
Bye.
(tires screech) (falsetto voice) This is for my mom! Aah! (grunting) Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Oh,
my God! That was incredible! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Floor it! Floor it! Hey.
I saw that limo driver help you in.
Did you come over here to make fun of me? No, I came over to check on you.
So how are you? Younger people just don't get tired like we do.
I know.
But one day they will.