and you're in a 12-step program.
I don't see a job here. You working?
Uh, well, I...
Handyman. The bathroom's this way?
Yeah, I've done some handyman jobs.
Uh, I don't see any pay stubs.
No, it's more of a barter situation.
Trading the work for food or rent.
I did some plumbing for Bonnie's fiancé at his bar.
He's in a wheelchair, if that helps.
I'm gonna need some proof of employment
or I'm gonna be forced to revoke your parole.
Wait, what? Are you serious?
Yes, and I'm gonna need it by next Monday.
That's Christmas Eve.
Otherwise known as Monday.
I just lost a dollar in the vending machine.
Who do I see about that?
I'll take the dollar or the Sprite.
You need any help?
No, but I can put the word out.
What are you doing?
I cracked the Christmas code.
I tracked down Wendy's second cousin in Staten Island
who put me in touch with one of her aunts in Newark.
By the way, there is a solid chance
that one side of Wendy's family is pretty mobbed up.
Maybe I shouldn't be mean to her anymore.
Yeah, I'd hate to find you frozen in a meat truck.
Been there. It's not fun.
So what are you making?
Wendy's grandmother used to make
these peppermint meringue cookies every Christmas.
She's dead, I'm not, bam.
Who's your Secret Santa now, bitch?
了不起 虽然不是猫咪枕头 但是了不起
Impressive. It's no cat pillow, but impressive.
Any luck finding Tammy a job?
Not yet. She didn't finish high school,
she hasn't worked in years, she's not good with people.
How the hell did I get a job?
Hey, where's our cookie sheet?
Oh, sorry, I put it under my car to catch the oil.
Our good towels aren't doing the trick anymore?
Adam's got some fancy cookie sheets at his apartment.
- I'll get you his keys. - Adam bakes cookies?
No. They've got old girlfriend written all over them.
In fact, after you're done, throw them away.
Oh, and grab a couple of his good towels.
He's so clean.
How can he marry my mother?
You know, if you really wanted to hurt me,
there's knives right behind you.
Yeah, yeah. That would've made more sense.
Uh... who are you?
Daniel. I'm renting this place for a month.
-真的吗 -真的 民宿
- You are? - Yeah, Airbnb.
Who are you?
Christy. Adam's my mom's fiancé.
I came by to borrow his baking sheets.
I'm making Christmas cookies,
it's a Secret Santa thing.
Stop me when you have enough information.
Well, I can't say no to Secret Santa.
Maybe I could come back and bring you some cookies,
if you're into that kind of thing.
I'd love that.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh, but my boyfriend's gluten-free.
Well, then, since we have no future, get your own cookies.
You know Dasher and Sampson
And Connor and... Gibson.
Eh, maybe I don't know them.
How'd it go?
It was a hard no.
Apparently, I'm not Macy's material.
I'm sorry. Did you return my blouse?
Oh, yeah. Store credit.
No cash refunds after six months.
That's Macy's policy.
See what they're missing?
You want to try Pottery Barn?
I'm an ex-con in my 50s with no job experience.
Who's gonna hire me?
Maybe we're aiming a little too high.
My Spanx agree.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Truck stop hooker?
I was thinking flipping burgers in a paper hat.
Ugh, so degrading.
Do you go to meetings five days a week to get over me?
Hey. What brings you down here?
I needed cookie sheets and my mom said you had some.
Oh, yeah, an old girlfriend left some at my place
before she went crazy.
So you have a type.
Yeah, apparently. I'll bring them over tonight.
Too late. Got them myself.
And met the guy renting your apartment.
- Yeah. - u202dYou didn't tell your mom, did you?
No. I recognize sneaky behavior when I see it.
So what's going on, Sneak?
Okay, contrary to what you may see here,
this bar is not exactly trending.
Oh, my God.
You're open right now?
This is the lunch rush.
Eh. It's not a disaster.
I didn't say it was.
I'm talking to myself.
The nights are slow,
the days are... this.
I have no credit with my vendors,
so I have to pay everything up front,
including buying uniforms
for the health inspector's son's Little League team.
The Barrelworks Pirates.
They're one and six.
所以你出租了房♥子 跟我们住在一起 挺好
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