Does this mean that I'm your bitch?
Do you want to be my bitch?
I have wanted to be your bitch since my first day at Dommel.
That Chicago trip— I was convinced it was all gonna come together for me there.
- Was I unfriendly? - Oh, no. I mean, not compared to, say, Stalin.
[Both Laugh]
I'm sorry.
- Hmm. I was hideous. - That's okay.
You have plenty of time to make it up to me.
[Dogs Barking]
- Go, go, go! - [Barking]
Come on, come on!
- [Barking] - Yes! Go!
Yes! [Laughing] Yes!
So, how's it going with Hotsy Tots?
- [Chuckling] Oh, fine. - "Fine," she says.
- [Chuckles] - What?
There's no "fine" with grandkids.
It's either the best day of your life or sheer torture.
- What do you do together? - I don't know. We eat.
[Mrs. Lefkowitz] Huh.! That's it?
Oh, do things she likes to do.
Read the fashion magazines, surf the Net, watch the smut on the cable.
- I don't have cable. - [Mrs. Lefkowitz] No cable?
And she wonders why she and the girl aren't all buddy-buddy.
I don't need television to build a relationship with my granddaughter.
You're new to this. Trust me.
It's all about surround sound.
[Woman On TV] I just needed a little kiss to make me feel better...
but now it wasn't working.
- Maggie! - Oh!
We're having Cosmopolitans. Would you like one?
[Woman On TV] I wasn't getting the same rush. Tonight, I needed more.
No, thanks.
Meanwhile, uptown, Charlotte wondered when relationships had gotten so complicated.
She yearned for the time when dinner was followed by dessert, not lubricant.
- [Gags] - Ooh, whoops!
[All Laughing]
[Ella] Oh, my.
I don't want to. Or maybe I do. I don't know what I want, but—
- I've seen this one. - [Charlotte] I can't.
- I want children and nice bedding and— - It's funny.
[Woman] That night, they made love the Charlotte way—polite—
[Mrs. Lefkowitz] Oh, it was wonderful.
- I thought so. - Oh, you would.
- Now, walk up straight now. - Thank you for everything.
- Good. - Have a very wonderful day.
- Yes, and have a good sleep, and no sugar. - Okay. And good night.
- Good night. - Yeah.
[Chuckling] Well—Yeah, okay.
Okay. Thank you. Good night.
[Water Running]
What's up with Lewis?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I say go for it. Just jump him.
Maggie!
Don't talk like that. Here.
Half the fun of sex... is talking about it.
Well, I guess I missed that half.
You never talked about sex?
[Sighs] Occasionally with Ira.
Kind of.
Yeah, but what about girlfriends?
The first time you got laid.
You had to tell someone that.
It was my wedding night. It was assumed.
You missed out on one of the all-time greatest conversations in life.
Who'd you tell?
Rose.
Well, maybe if I'd had a sister.
Even when you were so small...
you had a bond that I'd never had with anyone.
You still close like that?
Sure.
- You don't talk about her. - What do you want to hear?
We're totally fine. We're-We're tight. We're thick as thieves.
Let's ask her down. I'd like to know her too.
You know, I doubt she would come.
She's, like, really busy. She's a lawyer.
- No kidding. What kind? - The really busy kind.
[Amy] What do you do once they've all peed?
[Rose] Hmm. Give 'em a brush. Take 'em all home.
Make sure they have water to drink.
- After that. - Then I'm done.
- So what do you do? - Whatever.
- Shop for food, cook for my boyfriend. - I know his name.
I know, but I've never really had a real, live, grown-up boyfriend before...
and I'm gonna use the word as often as I can.
All right, first of all, he's not grown up.
None of them are.
You know, there's a consistency to your cynicism which is truly beautiful.
Hmm. Just don't be surprised...
if he turns out to be... less than perfect.
And don't be surprised if he doesn't.
- I gotta go. - Good-bye.
- Have fun. - I'll call you.
All right.
[Old Man] You sound too pretty, Maggie, to be cleaning bedpans.
You're right. I am.
I have a grandson, a doctor over in Tampa. I should introduce you.
- [Chuckles] You don't want to do that. - Are you bad news?
[Sighs] Well, you know, I don't mean to be, but yeah.
Well, since you're not gonna marry my grandson...
you might as well read to me.
- I'm kind of a slow reader. - Perfect.
I'm a slow listener.
"The... art... of...
Iosing"—
- You know, I should just get back to work. - What is it, dyslexia?
- What are you, a teacher? - Professor.
Retired. Just take your time, Maggie.
Listen to the words as you're about to say them.
Nine times out of 10, you'll hear a mistake coming...
and you'll correct it before you make it.
Then again, you might make a total ass of yourself.
Oh, come on.
Poetry's supposed to be slow.
"The... art...
"of... losing...
"isn't hard to...
"master.
"So many... things...
"may... seem... file—
"seem... filled...
"with the... intent...
"to be... lost...
"that their... loss...
"is no...
"disaster.
"Lose... some—
"something every day.
'Ac-Accept the fluster...
"of lost door keys.
"I lost... two cities...
"two... rivers...
"a... contin—
"continen— continent.
"I... miss them...
"but it wasn't a... disaster.
"Even... losing you...
"the joking voice...
"a... gesture...
"I love...
"I... shan't have lied.
"It's... evi-evident...
"the... art... oflosing's...
"not too hard to master...
"though it look— though it may look...
"like— (Write it.!)—
"like...
disaster."
Well, what do you think?
[Sighs] Good.
Unacceptable answer. What's the poem about?
- I don't know. - Yes, you do. What's it about?
- Losing? - What?
- Love? - Ah.
And how about that?
Is the love lost already?
Is Bishop writing about it as a possibility, a probability?
What?
Well...
in the beginning, she's talking about...
Iosing real things, like keys.
And then she— she gets, like—
she lost a continent.
- She's getting grandiose. - Yeah.
And the way she says it is like— like it doesn't matter.
Ah.
Her tone— would you call it detached?
I think she wants to sound detached.
You know, she wants to... sound...
like it doesn't matter...
'cause she knows, deep down...
how bad it's gonna feel to lose.
Lose what?
Or whom?
Is it a lover?
No.
It's a friend.
A-plus.
Smart girl.
[Sighs]
[Sydelle] Oh, what a—a comfortable home.
It's very, uh, lived in.
Well, what can I get you?
- I'll have a white wine, and he'll have the same. - Oh, good.
Why don't you just make yourself at home, and I'll be right back.
- Hey, Dad! - Hello, sweetie.
- Oh! - Where's Maggie?
- Oh, not here. - Oh, thank God. We don't need her drama tonight.
- Why isn't she here? Is something wrong? - No, we just had a fight.
- About what? - Can we talk about this later?
Yes. Bad enough she monopolizes the evening when she's here.
Oh, let me see that ring.
[Gasps] Oh, wow. Look at that.
Rose tells me you have a daughter as well, Sydelle.
My Marcia? You'll meet her.
You'll love her. Everyone does. My Marcia's a decorator.
[Mrs. Stein] Really?
[Sydelle] She's an absolute genius in her work.
I'd like to say a few words.
Please. To Rose and Simon.
We're all blessed to be a part of your happiness.
Your love bonds notjust your two hearts...
but the hearts of two families.
- Mazel tov! - [All] Mazel tov!
- Mazel tov! - Thanks, Dad.
- That went okay. - Yeah.
Where's Maggie?
Uh, it's hard to say. She moves around a lot.
Well, I want to meet her eventually, you know? She's your sister.
- I want to know her. - You will.
What was the fight about?
Mmm. Girl stuff.
Oh, shit.
Oh.!
I should have used fresh vegetables instead of frozen.
[Ella] I don't think so. They were great.
- Really delicious. They were good. - Really?
Yes.
- So, have you heard from Rose? - No.
- So she hasn't gotten back to you. - About what?
You were going to invite her down, Maggie.
I don't know where you got that idea.
Maggie, I specifically asked you to.
So? Just because you specifically asked doesn't mean I'm going to.
You shouldn't smoke. You have a family history of lung cancer.
I have a family history of car wrecks too.
Does that mean I shouldn't drive?
- That is not funny. - It wasn't supposed to be.
All right, what is the problem between you and Rose?
- Why don't you want her to visit? - Why do you?
I mean, am I not good enough for you?
This has nothing to do with you.
She's my daughter's daughter, and I want to get to know her too.
[Water Running]
What was Caroline like with you girls?
I mean, as a mom, how do you remember her?
Why don't you ask Rose?
Maggie, please grow up.
She was special.
Different than the other moms.
She used to surprise us.
One time I opened up my lunch box...
and there was a tiara inside.
A tiara. With your sandwich?
Instead of a sandwich.
What was she like as a daughter?
No tiaras.
But I loved her so much.
But loving her in the right way was difficult, for me, anyway.
I didn't know there was a right way and a wrong way.
Neither did I.
I had ideas—
I had unwelcomed ideas about how to keep her safe.
Like?
Like, I thought she should have been on her medication all the time.
I thought that her relationship with your father...
was far too passionate for her to handle.
And as far as children were concerned...
she was in no condition, no condition at all.
So you wish she never had me.
You know what I wish, Maggie?
I wish I'd kept my big mouth shut long enough...
to hear what she wanted out of life.
[Chattering In Distance]
[Chuckles]
[Sydelle] There she is! There's the bride!
Be strong.
Stay right here. I'll get your corsage.
Corsage? What is this, a prom?
- Ladies? - Ah, thank you.
- Who are these people? - I have no idea.
- Except for my Marcia. - Hello!
Hey, you're not sticking around...
to watch me ooh and ahh over a Mixmaster Deluxe?
It's good of you to let Sydelle do this.
- Oh, like gale force winds could stop her. - Go easy on her.
- Marcia's giving her a very hard time these days. - Oh, what's she doing?
Decorating in last year's colors?
She joined Jews forJesus.
Yoo-hoo! Ladies, it's time...
for the entertainment portion of our soiree.
Uh, everyone get where you can see. Anita, Jackie, come on.
Scoot. [Giggles] Here we go.
[Women] Aw!
We, who know Rose, are so thrilled...
that this day has finally arrived.
- Aw. - There was a time we had our doubts.
[Laughter]
Oh, my goodness.
All that time spent with her nose buried in her book.
- [Laughter] - [Woman] Oh, bookworm.
Of course, there were romances, but for some reason or other, nothing stuck.
- Oh! - [Woman] A little heavy.
- Oh. One thing Rose always had was a great appetite. - [Laughter]
For life!
[Groans]
Oh, God!
Why would anyone want to marry me? I'm disgusting!
The only disgusting person here is your stepmother. She's hideous.
So why is she giving me this party? She hates me.
Someone else should do it— someone who l-loves me...
someone who can look at me and say...
"All of this is nothing more than the happiness you deserve."
Young lady.
Rose Feller, don't you dare walk out on—
- I am talking to my friend! - [Screaming]
She's crazy. She's crazy.! She's sick in the head.!
Hands down, best shower I've ever been to.
[Door Closes]
Engagement should be a happy time, Rosie.
So should childhood and graduation.
And happy hour.
Did you know more suicides happen during happy hour than any other time of day?
- Is that true? - I wouldn't doubt it.
I love you, you know.
- Who's Rose? - There's this thing called privacy, Dora.
This from a girl who puts a postage stamp on her bottom and calls it a swimsuit.
[Both Laughing]
[Line Ringing]
[Female Electronic Voice] The number you have called is no longer in service.
If you feel you have reached this recording in error—
Hmm.
Hey.
Are you dead?
What were you thinking, going to the mall?
The mall is for young people, people with teeth.
Well, my son's finally getting married, and the girl's a ninny.
"Shut up, Ma," he says. "Just show up in something nice."
- You know what I saw today? - What?
Pants with "Juicy" written across the heinie. I'm gonna wear that?
Just wear something you're comfortable in.
I haven't been comfortable since the Dodgers left Brooklyn.
What's your favorite thing you ever wore?
- Ever? - Yeah. In your whole life.
My going-away suit from my wedding.
Black and white checks, very fitted.
I felt likeJackie Kennedy in that suit.
Give me your credit card. Give it to me.
Can I get you a size?
No, I'm going to the women's suit department.
[Door Opens]
So?
- Jackie Kennedy? - Better. Jackie Onassis.
That looks so good on you.
Oh, Maggie, you're so sweet. Good job!
You ready?
I don't know what to wear to a Main Line wedding.
It doesn't matter. Wear whatever you want.
- Believe me, when the bride's name is Lopey, it matters. - Look, th-that looks great.
- Come on. - Really?
- Yeah. Come on. We gotta go. - Okay.
I can't believe you have a friend named Lopey.
- Come on, come on, come on. - I'm sorry. Wait.
Are you okay? 'Cause if there's gonna be any stabbing, I need a little heads up.
[Laughs Softly] I'm fine.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit. MyJimmy Choos!
Chewing gum?
Oh, that bitch. That bitch!
- No one will notice. - Right. No one's gonna notice that.
"Hi. Hi. Hi! Hi. I can talk, 'cause I have a mouth." My heel has a mouth!
No one will notice.
Oh, my God! What happened to your heel?
Uh, best wishes, Lopey, Jordan.
Thanks, Simon.
[Maggie] "Let the wind die down.
"Let the... shed go black inside.
"Let evening come.
"To the bottle in the ditch...
"to the scoop... in the oats...
"to... air in the lung...
[Snoring Softly]
Let evening come."
[Chamber Music Playing In Distance]
- [Exhales] - [Jim] Can I take that for you?
I hear you're getting married. Congratulations.
Congratulations are for the groom.
You say "best wishes" to the bride.
I guess my manners aren't what they should be.
[Chuckles] Gee, really?
Rose, I am really sorry.
I've felt horrible about myself for two solid months.
I've felt horrible about myself my whole life...
so you'll get no sympathy from me.
You know what they called me growing up?
Fudgie the Whale.
I'm still shocked when a woman wants me...
and sometimes I do really stupid things because I can't believe I can.
- That thing with your sister— - Was inexcusable.
No matter what you weighed in high school.
You ruined everything.
[Quietly] I know.
What we had... was really special.
Oh, please! What we—
Because of you, I have no idea where my sister is.
I can't reach her. Her phone's cut off.
She doesn't even know I'm engaged. My own sister.
My best friend.
And the worst part is, I can't talk to anyone about it.
If I tell my father, he'll get all panicked and mad at me...
for not taking better care of her.
And if I tell Simon— I can't tell Simon.
Why not?
Because...
he'll hate her.
And that, I couldn't bear.
Hi, Jim.
Here I am, trying to be patient, trying to be understanding...
while you lose your freaking mind.
- I'm not losing my mind. - Ping-ponging between comatose and homicidal.
God, every day I wake up thinking, "Maybe today's the day she'll come back.
- I'm right here. - "Maybe today she'll look at me like she used to.
She'll— She'll look at me in the eye, tell me what she's thinking."
- Simon? - But no, no, no.
Today's the day you look him in the eye...
tell him what you're thinking.
The guy who treated you like a— like a disposable washrag.
This has nothing to do with him.
This is about you and me—
you not talking to me, you not telling me what's going on inside you.
Tell me.
[Sighs]
I won't marry you like this.
I won't do it.
[Car Drives Away]
So this lady today, she, um— she heard about how I shopped for Mrs. Lefkowitz...
and she asked if I'd do the same for her.
- No kidding? - Yeah.
- Said she'd pay. - Well, she'd better.
- Do you think there's other women down here who would? - Are you kidding? Scads.
I was thinking of doing it maybe like... a business.
Well, that's an excellent idea.
Um, I'm really terrible at numbers.
I mean, adding and stuff.
Well, I'm good with them. I can help.
I mean, if you like.
Yeah. Sure.
That'd be good.
Gin.
[Gasps]
[Knocking]
- Oh, no. - Dad?
- You are not welcome here!
- Rose? You all right? - Are you kidding?
I'm fantastic. Turns out I have a grandmother I never knew about.
It was in your own best interest. Your father thought—
Why are you speaking? You do not have any place in this conversation.
- Excuse me, miss. This is my house. - Sydelle. Please.
How did she find you?
How did she lose me?
She said she sent birthday cards.
Please tell me you never got 'em.
Our mother was dead, our father was practically catatonic.
- A grandmother might have come in handy. - She was impossible, Rose.
Bossy, self-righteous, nosy about things that weren't her business.
- Like what? - Trust me. We were better off without her.
Because she was bossy? That doesn't make any sense.
I didn't want to be around that, and I didn't want you around it.
- What? - The judgment. The blame.
- For what? What-What'd she blame you for? - Everything.
- What everything? - Just everything.
- Dad! - For your mother, all right?
For her death.
- She said that? - She didn't have to.
She wanted her protected all the time. Drugged.
But Caroline— she didn't want to live that way.
It made her foggy.
She couldn't take it if she was pregnant.
So... we hoped it would be enough—
loving each other, loving you and Maggie.
There were so many good days.
We thought it would be okay.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, Rosie.
I'm so sorry.
[Ella] Now, um...
the only opening on Thursday she has is 5:00.
- P.M.? - Yes.
- That's right in the middle of dinner. - Well, take it or leave it.
- I'll take it if she won't. - I'll take it. I'll take it.
- "Mrs. Stempel." - Ella.
Lewis! Are you looking for a personal shopper too?
[Chuckling] No. A date, to the Tea Dance.
And I'd be honored if you'd go with me.
- I'd love to. - Pick you up at 4:00.
- Lewis Feldman. - Ooh.
This place just keeps getting better and better.
[Humming]
[Gasps]
What are you doing here?
I live here. What are you doing here?
You live here? In an old folks home?
It's a retirement community for active seniors.
Wait, so you— you live with our grandmother?
How'd you find out about her?
I can't believe she wrote you without telling me.
It's so sneaky.
Does it offend your strict moral code?
So, how's it going for you down here?
Who's buying your cocktails?
No one.
Oh, no. Is your mojo failing you already?
My mojo's fine.
I just haven't felt like drinking.
Right. Probably haven't felt like stealing...
or lying or having sex with inappropriate partners either.
- Did you come down here just to abuse me? - [Door Shuts]
Maggie.! I hope you are prepared to be exceedingly rich...
because I booked you within an—
Rose. Oh.
Oh, Rose.
Look at you.
Oh, look how lovely you are. Oh.
[Laughing]
Oh. Do you remember me?
Yeah.
I remember you too.
You-You're exactly the same.
Smiley and huggable and—
- Ooh, and engaged? - What?
Oh, yeah.
- Holy shit. To who? - No one you know.
Champagne. Now, come with me.
Tell me all about it.
I can't believe you're marrying somebody I haven't even met.
What's he like anyhow?
Why? You want to screw him too?
I don't expect you to forgive me, Rose...
but I am sorry.
[Squeaky Horn Tooting]
- [Maggie] Careful, Mrs. Haskell. - I'm always careful!
She hit somebody last week. It was a big to-do.
And there's a store where you can buy eight different kinds of hemorrhoid creams.
All right. Here come the Queen Bees.
Widows. They run the place. Oh, watch out.
- Hello, ladies! This is my sister. - Maggie.
- Hi. - Hi, Maggie.
Yep. Have a good day.
This is the exercise pavilion. Hey, guys!
- Hi, Maggie. - This is my sister, Rose.
Hello, Rose!
[Man] Good, Lydia. A good stretch. That's it. And left.
Looking good, Mrs. Klein.
- Hi, Maggie. - Hi, ladies.
Hi!
I call these guys The Bench. They're all former lawyers.
- Gentlemen! Hey. - Hi, Maggie.
This is my sister, Rose. She's a lawyer, too, from Philadelphia.
- Which firm? - Uh, actually, no firm right now.
I'm just... taking some time off.
- Me too. - [Laughing]
- What are you doing, Ella? - Sit down, girls.
I've got some things here I thought you might like to see.
- Whoa. - Oh, God.
- [Chuckles] - Look at you.
- These are great. - Hey, look. Our old living room.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, God.
Could Mom have been any prettier?
Oh, you look exactly like her. Doesn't she?
- I wonder if there's a picture of Honey Bun. - That'd be pretty impossible.
- Who's Honey Bun? - Our dog.
- You had a dog? - For one day.
The greatest day.
Mom woke us up really early. It was a school day. It was still dark out.
It was winter.
And she put us in our best party dresses and dragged us down to the kitchen, which was—
- A mess. - Covered, every counter, in fudge.
She'd been up all night making it.
We loaded it into the car, and she drove us right past school...
straight up to New York, to Lord & Taylor.
Which was closed, because we got there at 8:00 in the morning.
- That's right, and we hung out in the car. - Eating fudge for breakfast.
Mom had heard about Mrs. Fields. You know, the cookie lady?
And she figured that her fudge was just as good as those cookies, so—
So she was gonna make a fortune.
When it finally opened, we went in and, oh, God, she was so beautiful.
- She was wearing this long, velvety gown. - At 8:00 in the morning?
Well, by this time it was 10:00.
I guess she talked to some of the store people about the fudge, but I don't remember.
Mmm, she spilled it, all over the jewelry counter.
- There was a guy who just kind of looked at her. - I don't remember a guy.
There was a guy, and he looked at her.
Anyway, Mom said that we could each get one present.
- And you got— - A Nancy Drew book.
I asked for a puppy. And she got it!
[Sighs] He was so cute. I named him Honey Bun.
Why'd you only have it for one day?
- I guess Dad thought it was a bad idea. - [Ella] Why?
I don't know. I think he thought I was too young.
No. He was just mad.
- About a dog? - No, about the whole day.
He didn't have any idea where we were, and school had called.
- Oh. - Really?
Yeah. He was really panicked and really, really mad at her.
They had a huge fight.
I don't remember a fight.
You were in your room with a record playing.
- I was? - Yeah.
I put you in there and turned the music on so you wouldn't hear them.
[Ella] Why? What were they saying?
He was saying...
she was unfit.
That's the word he used.
He said he was gonna... send her away. Put her away. Something.
- He kept saying "away." - Mmm. And her?
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a good mother."
He'd say, "away," and she'd say, "I'm their mother!"
So he was—he was gonna have her hospitalized.
Yeah.
Oh, God. The poor guy.
When exactly was this?
November 3.
No. No, it wasn't. It was, like, months before that.
It was two days.
It was Tuesday, and she died that Thursday.
It was on purpose, wasn't it?
The car, the tree.
[Water Running]
Was it even raining that night?
You were so little.
How do you tell a six-year-old her mom left by choice?
Who told you?
No one.
- Oh, God. Why can't I just stay mad at you? - [Sniffling]
'Cause we're a pair, like Sonny and Cher.
They split up.
- But they remained quite close. - [Chuckles]
I'm not engaged anymore.
Simon dumped me.
Why are you still wearing the ring?
[Crying] I like how it feels.
- Do you know his name? - Simon Stein.
- Doctor? - Lawyer.
- Oh. Nice. - So you call information—
"Simon Stein in Philly"— Get his number, make a call.
And say what?
"Hey, jerk, you broke my sister's heart. Come down here and make it right."
Maybe not that, word-for-word.
- He broke up with her. He's not gonna want to come. - Well, you don't know that.
Men can be very confused.
Yeah, too many options— be an astronaut, be a playboy.
Often a man needs help making the right choice.
Yeah, how am I supposed to help him? He doesn't even know me.
He knows your sister.
And loves her, or he wouldn't have proposed in the first place.
- So? - So, what if he learns she was in trouble?
Or sick.
Or pregnant.
Dora!
Don't look so shocked, Miss Comes-To-Florida-
To-Milk-Your-Grandmother- For-All-She's-Worth.
We know all about you.
- So, dog walking. - Oh, don't worry about it.
It's not forever. It's just to keep me busy till I figure out my next move.
Well, when you figure it out, I hope you'll let me know.
You know, down here, if you don't have successful grandchildren to brag about...
you're screwed.
What are we reading today? A little Emily Dick? A little—
[Footsteps Approaching]
Did they move him?
He died.
This morning.
Bummer.
- Were you on duty? - No, l-I don't work here.
This is his chart.
You're his grandson, the doctor.
Who are you?
Um, nobody. L-I just— I read to him sometimes.
You're Maggie.
He talked about me?
Just a little.
[DistantJazz]
- [Jazz] - [Chattering]
- Hey. - Hey.
Who's Fred Astaire?
That's Lewis.
You're a very good dancer, Lewis.
Know what else I'm good at?
[Gasps]
Simon.
What are you doing here?
I came as soon as your sister called.
Should you be drinking?
[Piano Plays Gentle Melody]
[No Audible Dialogue]
- So you're not pregnant. - No. [Confused Chuckle]
- Never were. - Don't you think I would tell you if I were pregnant?
I don't know. You know, I hope so, but, frankly...
there were a lot of things you weren't telling me back there.
[Gentle Melody Continues]
I promise, anything I kept from you had nothing to do with us.
It was about Maggie.
[Sighs] I was protecting her because that's what I do.
You need to know this, because if by some insane stroke of fate...
you do decide to marry me...
she will make your life a living hell.
You'll be begging me to kick her out...
commit her, kill her, anything.
And I'll want to...
but I never will.
[Voice Cracks] Because without her...
I don't make sense.
You look good. You look like you.
- I can't believe I'm in Florida. - [Laughs]
- [Ella] You'll come back? - Yes, I promise.
- Now, you hold her to it. - I will.
Okay, don't buy a wedding dress. It's gonna be my gift to you.
[Laughs] No way.
You'll have me in some hootchie-mama monstrosity.
Look, I'm good at this. Trust me.
Are you sure this is the right place?
[Man] Only oneJerk Hut in Philadelphia, ma'am.
[Man SingingReggae]
[Door Opens]
Michael.
Ella.
This is my friend, Lewis Feldman.
- Lewis, this is Michael Feller, father of the bride. - Pleased to meet you.
Welcome. Rose will be so glad you're here.
Ella!
- [Giggles Excitedly] - [Both] Oh.
I'm so glad you're here.
- Are you excited? - [Rose] Yeah.
[Ella] Yes? Perfect.
[Maggie] She gets really mad if you leave the lid off the ice cream.
[Simon] I know.
- Don't even think about using her toothbrush. - Mm-hmm.
- And she hates the look of raw chicken. - I know.
And if she starts humming "Hava Nagila"...
she's, like, really, really mad— like, mad.
Mag— Maggie, I know. I know her.
[Chuckles Lightly]
- Okay. - Okay.
Mm-hmm.
I wore them in 1952.
- Old. - But not to you.
- Right. - And if I didn't give them to you?
- Borrowed. - Mm-hmm. And look at the flowers.
- Blue. - Yeah.
So, uh, Simon—
[Man SingingReggae]
I'll be back in a few minutes.
[Ella] They are so lovely.
You should be very proud.
I'm afraid I can't take much credit.
Well, it's not always easy taking care of yourself...
and someone else at the same time.
I owe you an apology, Ella.
Many, in fact.
I owe quite a few myself.
[Rabbi] You'll be entering from—
Oh, yeah, just along here and, um, down these stairs.
- And will someone be escorting you? - My dad.
- That's nice. - Dad.
[Rhythmic Drums Continue]
[Piano "Here Comes the Bride"]
[Song Ends]
- Thanks, Dad. - Thanks, Michael.
And now, a very special moment.
Young lady?
Uh, this isn't in the program, 'cause it's a surprise.
I surprise Rose a lot.
Uh, usually, she hates it.
I think, or I hope...
that she likes this.
It's a poem by e.e. Cummings.
For you.
"I carry your heart with me.
"I carry it in my heart.
"I am never without it.
"Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.
"And whatever is done by only me...
"is your doing, my darling.
"I fear no fate...
"for you are my fate, my sweet.
"I want no world, for, beautiful...
"you are my world, my true.
"Here is the deepest secret no one knows.
"Here is the root of the root...
"and the bud of the bud...
"and the sky of the sky of a tree called life...
"which grows higher than the soul can hope...
"or mind can hide.
"It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
"I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart."
- Mazel tov! - [Cheering, Laughing]
[Reggae]
[Man SingingReggae]
Ah, look at them.
Now, you behave yourself now.
- You'll make sure Ella gets those? - Mmm. Of course.
- Seriously, you can't keep them. - [Gasps]
I wouldn't do that.
He's kinda hot.
Simon.
Not funny yet?
[Shrieks]
[Man SingingReggae]
Bye.
[Live BandMan Singing Continues]
[Rose's Voice] "Here's the deepest secret no one knows.
"Here is the root of the root...
"and the bud of the bud...
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life."
[Maggie's Voice] "Which grows higher than the soul can hope...
"or mind can hide.
"It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
"I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart."
[Reggae Continues]
[Man Rapping In Jamaican Dialect]
[Singing Continues]
[Man Rapping In Jamaican Dialect]
[Singing Continues]
[Rapping Continues]
[Singing Continues]
[Fades]