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as I can handle right now.

Well, I'm just saying I want to

be a grandmother before I actually

- look old enough to be a grandmother.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Pre-laser, of course.

- I'm sorry,

but the women I meet,

they're all the same.

Oh, give Susan a chance.

You never know

when love might strike.

Susan.

I'd like to introduce you

to my son, James.

James, this is Susan Slater.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Hey.

Your mom told me that you

just got back from Istanbul.

- Uh, yes.

- And you were in Moscow also?

I travel a little.

Oh, and by the way,

I could not help but notice

the Kandinsky in the foyer.

You have great taste.

- She knows her art.

- Yeah, I heard, Mother. Thank you.

I know when

something's extraordinary.

Well, I'll just leave you two

to get better acquainted.

- Thank you, Mother.

- Mmm-hmm.

- (EXHALES) Well...

- SERVER:
Wine?

Oh, yes please. Thank you very much.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

So what do you do?

I'm a lifestyle blogger.

Sorry. You're a what?

I get paid to write

about things I love.

Interior design,

clothes, cars, travel.

And of course with my job,

I'm pretty much free to travel anywhere.

- Hmm.

- Just like you.

Good to know. Yeah.

Oh, oh...

- Can you hold this for a sec?

- Okay.

Just a little higher.

Perfect.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

If I don't post every few

minutes people think I'm dead.

- Oh. (LAUGHS)

- (CHUCKLES)

- That's funny.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, look, um, there's a friend of mine,

Nate, from Princeton.

I should probably

go talk to him.

Sorry, it was nice meeting you.

Okay, bye.

Excuse me. Gotta go.

I'm so sorry.

What are we going

to do for desserts?

You'll figure out something.

I don't know.

Annie, being creative,

improvising,

- that used to be your calling card.

- (SIGHS)

Come on.

The pantry's right here.

Think of this as a chance

to make something new.

- Expand the menu.

- What menu?

For your bakery, of course.

Ericka, I told you,

that's not going to happen.

Not anymore.

(SIGHS) Annie.

Well, this pantry

is practically empty.

What does this guy do,

eat every meal at a restaurant?

JAMES:
Yes. Actually, he

does.

Wait. This was the party

you were coming to?

Those pastries

were for this party. Yes.

Yes.

Before they became gourmet,

intricately-decorated roadkill.

And I'm so sorry

about that. Really.

But I'm not sorry that I get

a chance to see you again,

so I can say sorry, again.

So, um...

- Sorry?

- Sorry.

Yes. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, and um...

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Yeah.

- No. Nice try.

Really?

Oh.

This one's okay.

Yes. That's one

of the few survivors.

Might as well take a bite,

see what you missed.

- Really?

- Hmm.

Okay.

- Mmm.

- See, don't you feel terrible now?

(MOANING)

I really do.

Wow. Your son was right.

This is the best cookie

I've ever had.

I'm going to keep

all of these for myself.

Even the ones with the

gravel.

Mmm, fiber.

I'm sorry, but they're

not yours to keep.

They belong to the guy

whose party this is.

James Braddock III,

which sounds like a made-up

TV name, but whatever.

Really?

Um, Annie...

It's a real name.

It's my name.

My house, my kitchen,

my empty pantry.

Why didn't you say

something?

I just walked in.

Why didn't you say

something?

You didn't ask.

(JAMES CHUCKLES)

Okay, so now that

you know who I am,

and you're still not gonna

let me pay for the cab,

would you at least let

me pay for the pastries?

No, it feels like pity

money.

Pity money?

It's not pity money.

I want them, they're amazing,

broken ones and all.

I know you're not

really going to eat them.

And why would that be?

Because you probably have

a personal trainer

who won't let you get

within 10 feet of a carb.

I love carbs.

And gluten!

Shh!

What will people think?

Come here. I want to show you something.

You're gonna love this.

Now, I may have just

a wee bit of a sweet tooth.

(ANNIE GASPS)

- Are these Grammy Bars?

- Yeah.

I thought they discontinued

these like 20 years ago.

- Man, I used to love these.

- That's impossible.

I'm the only one

that loved them.

That's why they stopped

making them.

How do you have these?

I got a guy.

You have

a discontinued candy guy?

Doesn't everyone?

Do you by any chance

have a rosemary guy too?

Better.

- This is beautiful.

- Yeah.

I like to come in here to get

away from everything, you know?

Why would you want to get

away from any of this?

Come on, rosemary is out

here.

Oh, you do have

a rosemary guy.

Yes, I do.

It's lovely.

Yes, it is.

- Okay, I have what I need.

- Yeah?

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know, you really

don't have to do this.

Those people have

had so much to drink,

you could serve them

dollar-store donut holes

and they'd never

know the difference.

Well, I would.

Well, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

I didn't mean to insult you.

I meant to insult them.

Sometimes it's just

a little too much, uh, show.

You know?

If you hate being around these

people then why have a party at all?

Raising money for charity.

But, uh, it's always the same

conversation, just a different house.

Except maybe this time,

a little different.

Well, I better get started

on dessert.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Hey, can I watch?

Please?

Okay, hotshot, so where does

the rosemary come in?

Well, I'm making dark

chocolate-covered s'more cookies,

and the rosemary gives

it a hint of campfire.

- Get out of here.

- It does.

- Hey!

- I just wanna try.

Mmm. Oh, that's good.

- Really good.

- Thank you.

Do you have

any more baking sheets?

- This...

- Um, oh...

Yeah, I think maybe in here?

- You know what you need, James?

- Hmm?

You need to marry

someone who can cook.

Did my mother

pay you to say that?

No, but is she hiring?

I need the work.

Why, the baking biz

is not making ends meet?

It's unpredictable.

I hope you know

I wasn't hinting for a job.

No. No, no, no, no.

Not at all.

I mean,

I brought it up, right?

- Oven mitts!

- Will this do?

- Parchment paper?

- I have no idea what that is.

Look, look, I'm sorry.

I didn't...

I didn't notice

the ring earlier.

Your husband is

a very lucky man.

I'm not exactly married.

- Oh, well, I thought with the...

- I was.

Married.

Happily, actually.

He passed away two years

ago.

That's terrible. I'm sorry.

I should get back to this.

Yes, yes. Um...

I should get back

to the party. Um...

Right, we wouldn't want you to get in

trouble for mingling with the help.

I just want you to know that this is the

most fun I've had at a party in years.

Thank you for that.

Hey.

What?

See? Everything

worked out great.

The client is happy,

and for a while there,

so were you.

Whoa! This is

the best house ever!

Can we come back?

Probably not, buddy.

Can we please go home now?

Oh, we still have

to get our car towed.

Oh, didn't James tell you?

He had his car guy

tow it to a local shop.

They've already fixed it.

- I can't afford to pay him back.

- Annie...

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