我是说 一个半小时内是的 但现在不是
I mean, for an hour and a half, yes, but no.
An hour and a half?
We're women; there was lots of cuddling.
I don't understand.
How can you flip-flop like that?
I don't know.
I dropped a plate, we bumped heads.
I might have had a concussion.
So what happens now?
Does Christy have two mommies?
It was a fluke.
It was sex with the ex, a one-time thing.
Does Jeanine know that?
Of course she knows; we're mature, sober women now.
We understand what this was about.
Ah, damn it.
She sent me a poem.
Wow, something smells good.
It's your favorite.
Oh, hi there.
Dinner will be ready in 20,
so why don't you go wash up.
Did we have plans?
No. I thought I'd surprise you.
Well, mission accomplished.
How'd you get in?
Christy Crackerjack let me in.
Where is that fun-size treat?
Doing her homework.
Just like old times, huh?
Love that tool belt.
Hi, Mom number one.
Why didn't you call me, text me, anything?
Oh, I don't know.
'Cause I'm a little stinker.
Want some bruschetta?
No, I don't want any bruschetta.
Your loss. Jeanine grows her own basil.
Yeah, I know. She showed me her garden.
I bet she did.
Hey, Bonnie, you still hate mushrooms?
Hmm, look at you, trying new things.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say that you two gals are not on the same page.
Now I remember why I ran out on her.
Couple of days ago, Steve was crazy.
Last week, I was crazy, Marjorie was crazy,
the guy at the gas station was crazy.
So you see what I'm up against.
God, I am so full.
I hope you left room for blueberry pie
with fresh whipped cream.
不 珍宁 别再端食物了
Oh, no, Jeanine, no more food.
I'm gonna have to take my pants off.
Now you see how it happens.
If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna have my dessert later.
Yeah, I've got to finish my homework,
and I bet you two want some alone time.
No need. We're fine.
It's okay, Mom.
I know you're sexually active.
Thank you so much for dinner.
It's great to have you back.
Honey, you want coffee with your dessert?
No, I'm good.
You're better than good.
Jeanine, please sit.
Is everything okay?
No, not really.
Listen, I'm... really grateful you accepted my amends.
But what happened after, the kissing and...
was maybe ill-advised.
The thing is...
...I'm not really into women.
Really? You could have fooled me.
Hey, when I'm doing something, I like to do it well.
Look, don't get hung up on the labels, okay?
The point is you and I have feelings for each other.
We had 'em a long time ago,
and we have 'em right now.
Well, of course we have feelings for each other.
You and I back together,
uh... it's not gonna work.
I get it.
I'm really sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
At least this time,
you didn't run out in the middle of the night.
Again, I'm really sorry.
You know what, it's okay.
I'll just pack up my pots and pans and get out of here.
Oh, come on. You don't have to leave.
We're both adults.
We can have some coffee.
I can sit here and enjoy your pie.
Yeah, yeah, I heard it, too.
So, Bonnie, did you ever make amends to that woman?
As a matter of fact, I did.
For an hour and a half.
Well, good for you.
The healing starts when we clean up the messes we made.
Unless you're making new ones.
Big, sloppy new ones.
Did you know my mom's amends come with a happy ending?
Wait, more gay stuff was done?
Bonnie, can I talk to you?