and he makes his own pasta.
Wow. A fireplace, hardwood floors
and homemade pasta?
I'm getting lightheaded.
- Are you a diabetic? - Have you traveled to any tropical countries
in the last six months?
It's just my socially awkward way of saying I'm happy.
Oh, got it. Sorry.
We're kind of in nurse mode all the time.
Well, I can't afford health insurance,
so that's another plus.
Peter, this is delicious.
Oh. Cooking relaxes me-- which I really needed
after a day of assisting Dr. Clevenger.
- So full of himself. - Like he's the only surgeon
who's ever resected a bowel
without spilling fecal matter into the abdomen.
I helped him remove a giant tumor the other day--
it burst like a water balloon.
Larry slipped in the pus.
So, is that an apple tree out back?
是的 在秋天 我们会酿苹果酒
Yeah. In the fall, we make cider.
Apple cider by the fireplace.
Remember when that teenager came into the E.R.
with the apple lodged in his eye socket?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
His friend shot it out of an air cannon, and boom,
nothing but apple sauce and ocular fluid oozing out of the hole.
This is so fun.
If you live here, we can do this every night.
Ooh. And when we extracted the apple,
the ocular nerve came stretching out like a rubber band.
Where's your bathroom?
He won't throw away the damn sandwich.
It's been four days-- if it's still there tomorrow,
I think I'm within my rights to set him on fire.
Why didn't you share about it?
Maybe she knows how ridiculous it sounds.
This used to be a safe space, Marjorie.
And then you started coming and we've adjusted.
反击 邦妮 越来越精彩了
Hit her back, Bonnie-- this is getting good.
I'm genuinely worried.
Boyfriend Adam made an effort,
Fiancé Adam is slacking off.
At this rate, Husband Adam will only be
hockey games, ball scratches and farts.
At least you'll be married.
我会吗 我们定了日期 但还没告诉别人
Will I? We set a date, but we haven't told anybody--
I can still wiggle out of this.
Over a sandwich.
安全空间 玛乔丽 安全空间
Safe space, Marjorie, safe space.
Ralph's watching the kids-- I'm a free woman.
I can go nuts, as long as I'm home by 9:30.
Oh. Okay. Um, you know what?
I'm gonna meet you there.
I have a feeling this one is hovering with a purpose.
I did what you said.
- I looked at my other options. - Good for you.
I can afford a studio apartment
that used to be a guest bathroom,
a basement out of Silence of the Lambs
or I can move into a gorgeous house with Wendy
and never eat again.
None of them are better than what I've got now,
so I guess I'm stuck living with my mom.
No. You're choosing to live with her.
Well, I wouldn't use those words.
- I'm gonna need you to. u202d- Why?
Because if you're stuck, you're a victim.
There's power in making a choice.
So I want to hear you say,
"I'm choosing to live with my mother""
I am choosing to live with my mother.
You thought that was gonna be hard for me,
but it really wasn't.
I am choosing to live with my mother.
Great. Then you got to be nice to her.
You expect me to live with my mother and be nice to her?
Why don't you just ask me to solve global warming?
Well, if you can do that, you need to go ahead and do it,
but right now let's focus on your mom.
Yeah, but that's what I'm talking about.
That "Ugh" Stuff has got to stop.
But that's what comes out when I focus on my mother.
In the program, we talk about being loving and tolerant.
When it comes to your mother, you are neither.
Just to be clear, that one was directed at you.
Wait. Exactly how nice to my mother do I have to be?
Because I feel like any day I don't hit her with a rock is a win.
Well, for starters,
you can't talk about wanting to hit her with a rock.
It doesn't have to be a rock.
I don't want you to say mean things to her or about her.
I need you to be kind all the time.
- But I don't... - Be kind, be kind, be kind.
But if I keep all my hate inside,
I'm gonna pop-- I'm not that big.
You're gonna keep it all inside.
Every time you're angry at your mom,
I want you to do something nice for her.
I'll be doing nice things for her all the time.
That's right. And here's the tricky part.
You haven't told me the tricky part yet?
You can't tell her the nice things you do,
or anybody else, including me.
I don't want to hear it.
Wait, I don't even get credit?
I changed my mind.
I'll live in Wendy's house of oozing eyeballs.
The point is, to feel love,
you have to do love.
- Hi, see you later. - Hey, guys.
- See you in a minute. - Oh, good.
You're doing all your whining to her.
Then we won't have to hear it at the bistro.
Kiss my ass, Mom!
Oh, am I supposed to start now?
- Morning. u202d- Morning.