- Ah! David: Oh my God!
Alexis: Ugh!
- Jeez, I'm not out the door yet!
- Hey, hey, David, isn't that your friend?
Moira: Oh, I didn't recognize him clothed.
- Yeah, I don't know what he's doing here.
- You sure, David, 'cause I've got a pretty good idea.
- Alexis, don't be crass.
David, is he here to s--
- Oh my God, I literally told him
to never come back here while you people were home.
So, I don't...
Um...
What are you doing here?
- Well, I was just in the neighborhood. so...
- I just thought after last week,
we decided to avoid the motel.
Like, generally speaking.
Moira: David, what should we do?
- Should we be walking ahead,
how far ahead should we be walking?
- Uh... Alexis: I'm just gonna walk,
'cause I don't even care what's going on right now.
- Keep walking, okay?! Walk, walk, walk!
Um... what's going on?
(Door creaks open then slams)
- Oh...
- Okay, um, so you weren't here for me today.
Okay.
- Well, it's just a casual hang,
you know, we talked about it. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's totally fine, I'm just--
I'm tasting metal, for some reason.
Um...
Alexis: Oh God, David, this is so awkward!
Moira: What? What's happening?
Johnny: Well, I don't think Jake is here to see David.
- We can hear you. Very clearly.
- Oh.
Stevie: Okay, He's early.
I didn't know-- - No! No, no.
- Okay, sorry. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry.
Uh... (Door slams)
- Have fun, you two. - Oh John, no!
- Oh, right. - Don't worry, David,
I've been in this situation like, the most times,
except I'm always the girl getting into the truck.
- The least they could do is offer us a ride!
- Okay, let's move please, people!
♪ ♪
(Birds chirp)
Twyla: All set, Mr. Rose?
- Yes, Twyla, I think I'll have the eggs,
and brown toast, over easy,
the eggs, not the toast.
- Comin' right up.
- And I think I might ask for a--
Oh my God!
What happened?
- Well, I went whitewater rafting,
- Oh no, well, that'll do it, I mean...
- Anyway, it's fine now.
Yesterday it was this stabbing pain,
but today it's more like a really intense throbbing.
- Well, it's not urgent, not urgent.
I don't need coffee with breakfast, so.
- I'll grab it right after I clear these.
- Well, if it's not too much trouble?
Doris: Can I help you with those?
- Oh, no, no.
- Oh, you know, I can help,
I can help with that, Twyla.
- No, no, they say it's better to work through the pain.
Really. - Oh well, there you go.
If those are the doctor's orders...
- No, I mean, I can help, Twyla.
I do have a bad back,
But I-I can certainly uh...
help out here. - Oh!
David: Uh, who picked through my cake,
and only left the icing?
- Who eats the icing?!
- What kind of barnyard were you raised in,
where you just eat someone else's food?!
- So you can share a boyfriend,
but you can't share a piece of cake?
- I'm not sharing a boyfriend,
Stevie and I are both dating Jake,
at the same time,
like sexually evolved human beings.
- Oh, okay, because in my experience with throuples--
- We're not a "throuple!"
- When it comes to three people, David,
there's always a favorite.
It's just like how Mom likes you more.
- That's not true, and please don't include Mom
in an analogy about my relationship, thank you!
Moira: David, lunch today?
- No. - Oh, okay.
Well, I'll dine alone.
- See?!
- See what?
- Alexis seems to think you like me more.
- Alexis, don't be ridiculous!
It's exactly the kind of paranoia
that makes me wary of spending time with you.
- I was sitting right here,
and you chose to eat lunch alone.
- That is simply not true!
I didn't see you.
At first.
Alexis, I would be absolutely glee-ridden
if you would have lunch with me.
Today.
- No, no, no, no, no. I wasn't actually--
- You'll meet me at the cafe for their one o'clock sitting.
- Something wrong?
- No!
(Birds chirp)
- I should go.
Don't wanna set a bad example
for the rest of the motel staff.
- I thought you were the only one that worked there.
- Yeah, that's another good reason to go.
- All right, well, I'll drive you.
- Mm, I think I'll walk.
I'm trying very hard not to repeat
what happened last night.
- Hmm, and here I am trying very hard to repeat
what happened last night.
- (Laughs)
I meant you picking me up.
And David and his family.
- Ohhh!
Yeah, yeah.
Could've timed that one better.
- Yeah. Well, I guess that's bound to happen
sooner or later in this sort of situation, right?
- (Sighs)
I'm sensing that this whole setup
is becoming a bit of a problem for David.
- Yeah, he's just very fragile.
He's like a snowflake. - Yeah.
I just think maybe it's time he and I have a chat.
- Oh! No! That's not--
I mean, that's not what I was implying!
- No, no, not at all. This is a...
This is a good idea.
For him and for us.
- Uhhh...
- Here we go, Twyla.
Table Five, a Caprese salad, and a ginger ale.
- Thank you, Mr. Rose, I really appreciate this.
- Oh!
Yeah, it looks like the morning rush
is finally dying down.
Maybe I can get the kitchen to whip up
a fresh batch of eggs for us volunteers.
Roland: Uh, Twyla, honey, whenever you're ready.
- I'll be right there! - Okay.
- Would you please pass me my crutch?
- Not a problem. - Unless...
- No, it's right here.
- No, I was gonna say unless you could possibly
take their order?
I just need to cash out table three.
- Sure, no, I can...
I can do that.
You know, it's funny, I said eggs, but uh...
I'm gonna be ready for lunch soon.
(Both laugh)
Moira: No, I hear your concern,
it's just apparently what geese do.
No, it's not the town's problem,
you're just going to have to watch where you step.
I don't want to hear the- I don't want--
No, I don't wanna hear that!
(Thuds)
- Okay, I'm gonna take an early lunch.
Twyla's got a broken foot, so lunch could take a while.
You coming? - Yes, let me just get--
Oh wait, I don't think I can.
- Okay, I didn't think it'd be such a tough decision, so--
- No, Ronnie!
I would love nothing more than to lunch with you today,
but I believe I'm lunching with Alexis.
(Laughs) It's kind of a mother daughter thing.
- Oh, a little bonding time.
- Yes, and what's so wrong with that?!
- I don't know, is there something wrong with that?
- Well, just because my daughter and I
don't do that sort of thing doesn't mean it's impossible!
- And I'm sure you'll have a really good time.
- Yes, we will! We will!
Once I break the ice with a provocative question or two.
- Sure.
- And then there's the banter about the food,
that always eats up some time, doesn't it?
- As long as you don't over think it.
- Oh, no. Ronnie!
If you're still there when we arrive,
might we perhaps push our tables together?
- Yeah, perhaps.
(Door opens and slams)
(Car rumbles)
- (Knocks) Hey!
Um, you don't need me to work through lunch today, do you?
- Would that be to make up for the work
you were supposed to be doing this morning?
- I took one tiny break to watch two episodes
of "Scandal" with Mrs. McCreary,
while she waited for her dog!
- Why do you wanna work through lunch?
- Um no, I just thought you might need me,
and um, I wanted to see if I needed to cancel
this lunch that I have at the cafe with my mom.
- No need, have lunch with your mom.
- Okay, cool.
Um, I totally don't mind though,
if you want me to stay.
- Is everything okay with your mom?
- Absolutely! Why?
- Well, it's just you've offered to work
through lunch three times now,
and most days I can barely get you to come back after lunch.
- Thank you, Ted.
No, everything's fine, it's just... (Sighs)
we don't spend a lot of time together just the two of us,
which is why it's totally easy to just raincheck.
- Isn't that all the more reason to go?
I mean, I try to have lunch with my mom
at least once a week.
And sometimes lunch will turn into dinner,
because we get carried away chatting, and--
- For sure, for sure.
Okay, well I guess lunch is free, then.
So I guess I will see you tomorrow.
- Oh, well, there's still work to be done,
so probably best if you...
come back after lunch.
- Okay, but nothing during lunch, though.
Maybe?
- Tell your mom I say hi.
- Okay... thanks.
- Well, I guess I was a bit premature
thinking the morning rush was over.
- Yeah. - Here you go.
Table five, seven and eight,
and the big group at twelve,
separate cheques, if you can.
- Thank you, Mr. Rose.
And I've got a steak sandwich here with your name on it.
- Oh, you shouldn't have!
- Just one thing before you start--
- Yeah, steak sauce, I know, you read my mind.
- Actually, I was gonna ask if you could take this
to table four.
- Oh! Yes, yes, I can.
And then I'll be back for that sandwich,
avec sauce.
- (Laughs)
- Here you go.
- I didn't order this, I ordered the fish.
- That's mine, the full combo?
Female Customer: I wanted to order the fish.
- Well, you can order the fish.
- He told me not to, he said it was off.
- The fish is off?!
- No, no, the fish is fine, it's just uh, you know,
it was a bit fishy.
Female Customer: You know what, I'll just order
the full combo instead.
- Okay, but just to be clear,
the combo is a cup of soup,
and a half a sandwich. - Then what is that?
- It's the full combo.
- There is no full combo. - He said there was.
- Well, not-not in those words.
No, I said we'll see what we can do.
- Well, what's this, then?
- That's just a soup and a sandwich.
- But there is a deal, right?
- No.
- You said it was a combo. - No, no,
I said it was like an evolution of a combo.
- But there's no deal?!
- Well, there is a deal on the combo,
which is a cup of soup,
and a half a sandwich.
- So what's this gonna cost me?
- Well, I-I think we can uh,
charge you for two uh, half combos.
- There is no half combo!
It's just a cup of soup, and a half a sandwich!
- Johnny, if I get the soup with the brisket,
is that then the full combo?
- Mr. Rose?
- Yeah, I'll fix it, uh, Twyla.
All right, just soup, and a sandwich.
(Birds chirp, traffic rumbles)
- (Sighs)
(Clears throat)
(Bell jingles)
- Hey! - Hello!
- Hey. (Air kiss sounds)
(Laughs) Hey.
- I'm so glad we're doing this.
- Me too!
- When your father comes over,
just act like everything's normal.
- Is there something not normal about us being here?
- It's not normal for your father to be waiting tables
at a rural sandwich counter.
- Eww! What's happening?
- He thinks he's working.
Just play along.
- Well, can I get you ladies started
with anything that is not a combo?
- Um, I will have a mixed green salad,
and some chicken.
- Me too, something in common already.
- Salads, good. Simple.
- And I will get the dressing on the side, please.
- You'll get your dressing on the salad,
like everyone else.
- Hmm!
Hmm.
- (Breathes heavily)
(Exhaling)
- So... huh, this is new.
- Well, a lot more people are seeing my body these days,
so I just thought I would...
What's going on?
- I just wanted to check in, you know,
after that whole thing last night.
- Was it a whole thing?
I mean, I went to dinner with my family,
and you had a...
romantic rendezvous with someone that we're both seeing.
So... - Yeah.
That.
- Well, I'm fine with it.
- Me too.
I just wanna make sure that we're still fine,
you know, down the line.
Because what if things get complicated?
- What would make things complicated?
- Nothing!
But the last thing we want is a situation
where one person is breaking up with another person,
and that person is hurt,
because things have gotten complicated!
- Okay, I'm starting to feel like I'm trapped
in an Avril Lavigne lyric here.
And while I not-so-secretly love Avril,
and have paid very close attention to her battle
with Lyme disease,
um, I don't know why we're--
- Okay.
If you knew somebody was planning
on breaking up with you,
wouldn't you wanna be the one to break up with them first?
- Okay, if you think he's going to break up with you
and you wanna be the first one to do it,
I say, be the first one to do it.
- Okay, I'm doing this wrong.
I need to be more direct.
- Yes, by just telling him how you feel.
I think it'll benefit everyone.
- I meant you! - Me?
- I'm trying to warn you--
- That you are going to be ending things with him.
And I appreciate that, but message has been delivered.
- Oh my God. - Loud and clear.
- Uh... (Cell phone rings)
- Oh.
Okay, it's Jake, so um...
- Oh, okay.
Don't worry, I'm gonna let you tell him.
- Okay.
- Hello?
Yeah, no, I was just um...
I was just doing squats, actually.
- Ugh!
(Dishes clink)
- Mmm!
Um, I love having salad for lunch.
It's just, it's not heavy.
- No, well, a heavy salad might as well be a casserole.
- Mhmm... (Laughs)
- So, how are...
working at the animal hos-
Uh, how is working at the animal hospital?
- Fine.
- That's marvelous.
And...
uh, your daily exercise routine--
- What are you looking at?
- It's-well, it's a napkin. - Let me see this.
You had to prepare questions?!
- I wouldn't categorize them as questions exactly.
- "What's your favorite color?"
- Black. - That's one of the questions!
It's right after,
"how is your job at the animal hospital?"
- Is it a crime, Alexis,
that I had so many queries for you that I wrote them down
in anticipation of forgetting them?
- Well, you wouldn't need these if you were having lunch
with David. - Oh, Alexis, please.
I wasn't even sure you'd show up.
- (Scoffs) Why wouldn't I show up?
- You've never wanted to spend time alone with me.
There, I said it.
- You never asked.
- Bordeaux?! The trip I planned for the two of us?
- That was a wine tasting tour,
and I was seven years old!
- You could've used the spittoon,
That's what the other children did.
But you weren't interested.
It was as if you didn't want to be seen with me.
- Well, did you ever wonder why?
- To revel in my misery?
- No, it's because you were always being recognized.
- Yes-- - No! Not now.
Like, before.
- Didn't you enjoy the warm glow
that Mummy's spotlight cast upon you?
- No! - Alexis!
If I'd known you didn't like the attention,
I would've chosen to be alone with you,
and not out in public, among the throngs of fans.
- I don't remember throngs.
I never meant for you to think that I...
didn't wanna spend any time with you.
- Well...
I hope it's not too late to make up for lost time.
- (Sighs)
Okay.
What is your favorite season?
- (Takes a deep breath)
Awards.
♪ ♪
(Crickets chirp)
(Bell jingles)
(Door slams)
- Uh, what are you doing here?
- I'm meeting Jake.
- To break up with him?
- No, I thought you spoke to him on the phone before?
- I did, he invited me here for dinner.
- Uh...
- Hi! - Sorry I'm late, guys.
Oh, you both look amazing.
Great. Muah!
- Oh. Hi-- - Hey. Muah!
- Mhmm. - Sit, please. - Oh, okay.
- No, I think there's been a mix-up here.
I don't think I should be here for this.
- Oh, no, no,
I think it's very important that you're here for this.
- Okay, here for what?
Johnny: Well, good evening.
- David, Stevie.
- Mr. Rose. - Hello again.
I take it we'll be dining together as a group tonight?
Or will you be taking turns?
- Um, first of all, what are you doing here?!
And second, we're gonna need a minute.
- So... - Yeah, sure, take your time.
- Okay.
- David, may I?
- Yeah.
I know this hasn't been easy on you lately,
and that doesn't make me feel good.
And I know Stevie's been feeling it a little bit, too.
- Has she?
- That's why I think there's only one thing for me to do.
- Oh, I should go.
- No. No. - Okay...
- I think we all need to be in this together.
Now, you've been with each other,
and you've both been with me.
Let's all be...
with us.
- Let's all be with us?
- All of us.
Together.
- Mm, 'kay. - Yeah...
I don't think that's gonna work.
- Stevie, we talked about this.
- You talked about this?!
- You said you didn't want to make things complicated!
- Yeah, that's why I invited you both here.
- (Sighs)
- Wow, okay.
- Hmm, I think maybe I...
misread the situation here.
- Yeah, I think that's a pretty accurate realization. - Uh huh!
- Might've done.
- Okay.
Okay, maybe it's best we all just...
take a step back from this.
- Okay. - Yeah, maybe that's...
that's the best thing to do.
- Mhmm. - Well...
This one's for you, muah!
And you. - Oh! I get one.
- Mhmm, muah! - Okay.
- All right, I'll see 'ya.
Ah!
(Door slams)
- To be clear,
you were going to go on a date with him,
knowing that he had just broken up with me?
- No I wasn't.
- Uh, you showed up for the date.
- No I didn't.
- You're literally here in the restaurant!
- Because I was gonna tell him
that I was breaking up with him.
- Ohhh, okay.
- Uh, yeah, fine.
(Sighs)
But if it makes you feel any better,
nobody hates me more than me.
Generally speaking.
- Fair enough, I would've done the same thing.
- Here you go, Mr. Rose.
This is your share of the tips.
- Oh Twyla, I can't take any money.
- I insist, you earned it.
- Well, I have to admit,
I haven't worked this hard in a long time.
- I'm glad to hear it.
(Clinking)
- Although the things some of these customers
can put you through!
- (Laughs) Oh, I know.
- Joking when you're way too busy,
trying to tell you how they want their food cooked.
- I've experienced a bit of that myself.
- Yeah, you know, I think maybe um...
you should keep my share of the tips.
- That's not necessary, Mr. Rose.
- No, just think of it as a little reparation pay.
- Well, that doesn't even begin to cover it!
(Both laugh)