Eating a sandwich.
Then when we go out to dinner, I'll just order coffee,
and people will feel bad for me and buy me pudding.
Oh, my God, hold on.
Mm. Please tell me we won Publishers Clearing House.
现实点 妈妈 有纱门的人才能赢
Get real, Mom. You have to have a screen door to win that thing.
Stanford Law School.
Mm! Open it!
I know it's a long shot, but there's still that part of me
that thinks that maybe there's a chance.
Oh, I have that little part, too.
It's like how I think that one day
I might win an Olympic gold medal.
You know, something easy like luge.
What's it say?
They "Regret to inform" Me.
Mom, they don't regret to inform you
that your dreams are coming true.
Oh. Honey, I'm sorry.
I knew the numbers weren't in my favor,
but my personal essay was so sad
I thought I might just be able to guilt them into it.
My name come up?
You can't write about World War Two without bringing up Hitler.
I've got other applications out there,
and worst case, there's always North Valley Law School.
And I'll still be a lawyer, which is all that matters.
I'll just hang my diploma in the garage.
- We don't have a garage. - We don't have a garage,
-我们没有纱门 我们有什么 -彼此
- we don't have a screen door; what do we have? - u202dEach other.
Way to kick me when I'm down.
So, where do you guys want to eat?
I'm willing to give Christy's place another shot
now that I know how it works.
I went online and found a forum.
Are you out of your mind? I had to bus my own tray.
My own tray. Tray!
I liked the chili.
It was comforting, just like Mom never made.
On Monday, they throw in corn bread,
but you have to know to ask.
Marjorie, what'd you think?
Oh, um, I appreciate the fact
that Christy brought a new idea into our world.
Mm-hmm. Translation: P.U.
Hey, you know what? You threw us a curveball,
and Christy did her best to find a compromise.
Was it an epic fail? Yes.
Are we gonna be less open to her suggestions in the future?
Absolutely, but she tried.
Well, I'm really in the mood for a Cobb salad from the bistro,
伴以火腿 奶酪 熏肉 鸡蛋 香醋
hold the ham, cheese, bacon, egg, balsamic on the side.
Why don't we do that, and I'll pay for Bonnie and Christy?
No, no, no, we're not looking for charity.
Well, that's new.
Never bothered you when I was paying.
Hey, we never asked you to pay; you just started doing it.
I started doing it because the check would sit on the table
for an hour if I didn't.
But now I'm done with you all taking advantage of me.
Hey, get over yourself.
You bought me a couple of sandwiches,
not a Lincoln Town Car.
Oh, I'm sorry my personal growth doesn't work for you.
Hey, if I had a spare 65 grand laying around,
I'd fly to a spa and buy some growth, too.
Maybe we ought to just take a moment and breathe.
Hey, stand down, Grey Gardens.
If Jill wants to grow, we should tell her the truth.
Well, here's some truth.
I'm only seven years older than you.
Seven hard years, apparently.
I don't like it when we all fight.
Not now, Wendy.
You not now!
You know what? I'm skipping the bistro.
I got better things to do than
watch Christy yammering on about law school,
Wendy crying for no reason, Marjorie and her lame advice,
and Bonnie trying to have sex with her pudding.
Well, I'm just gonna say it.
She was nicer when she was fat.
You know what else pisses me off?
Watching Jaws here.
Jill is proof that money is wasted on the wrong people.
Look, topless girl wading in the water.
Uh-oh, what could happen?
I just don't buy this movie.
The chief of police has that kind of waterfront property?
It was the '70s.
It was a totally different real estate market.
You know what? You're ruining it.
I'll tell you what, if Jill was in charge of that town,
she would've sold that house right out from under him,
'cause that's what the rich do.
They screw the hardworking little guy like me.
You're neither one of those.
It's just the injustice of it.
What do you think?
Me? I think this is something
that you and the gals would have a lot of fun talking about.
I haven't talked to them in four days,
and I don't miss them at all.
Well, your only other option is to relax and watch Jaws with me.
Sure. Fine. Great.
Is this where they came up with "Jump the shark"?
'Cause this is awful.
Ah, North Valley School of Law.
The time has come for us to settle for each other.
It's been suggested to me by my loving fiance
that I might like to get my "Bitter, angry ass" to a meeting.
Care to join?
No, I got work to do.
Okay. Just a heads up,
he's in there watching Jaws like it's Zookeeper.
At least in that one the animals talk.
I don't want to bother you; you're watching your movie.
I can pause it. But don't tell your mom.
I wouldn't do it for her.
So what's up?
I didn't get into law school.