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exhausted, let me put him to bed.

We'll manage fine.

Here.

Have a blast.

I just don't understand it.

l... I just don't understand

how someone can have everything

and still be...

so miserable.

Anyway...

remember I was telling you

I went to this orientation mixer thingy?

I met this guy who

likes the same exact...

It's like she dumps all of her problems

with her husband onto me.

It's called denial.

Okay, like the river.

And you obviously have

become her enabler.

What? What the hell

is that supposed to mean?

It means, can you stop talking about

this woman for five minutes please?

Well, I'm sorry I'm boring you, Lynette,

but this is my life right now.

I have a life too,

in case you haven't noticed.

And I'm starting to think

you and that lady

are kindred spirits.

You know what? NYU should give you

your diploma right now.

- You've got all the answers.

- Okay okay.

Okay, let's forget that...

forget that.

Can we at least try

to have a good time?

Since you did drag me

above 14th Street.

Mmh.

Come on, Annie.

This place,

you have to admit,

it's...

hmm, tired.

Look at these guys

over there.

They don't have

any piercings,

no tattoos.

I mean...

Oh my God.

- We have to go right now.

- Wha... why?

- Wait a minute.

- The guy I told you about is here.

Harvard Hottie?

- Mmm.

- Which one? Which one, where?

Yankees cap, blue shirt,

blue blood.

Mmm.

He is gorgeous.

Yeah, okay, let's go.

No no no, are you out of your mind?

You kidding me?

No, I'm out of

my league, okay?

Let's go.

Oops.

What the hell

are you doing?

Oh my God, I know that girl.

Annie!

Annie!

Come on, have a drink

with him already.

I told you, I can't

date on the job.

Are you gonna use this job as an excuse

for everything or what?

Say hello

to the nice fella.

- Hey.

- Guys, this is Annie.

I don't know your name.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, Lynette.

- Hi, how are you? Nice to meet you.

Some buddies from high school...

this is Carter, Jojo,

- John, Kenny, Reggie.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you.

- Sit, grab a chair.

- Oh no, we can't.

- We'd love to.

Yeah.

So, girls, tell us,

how do you know our boy here?

Oh, I really don't know him.

He's Annie's friend.

I know him from work.

Oh yeah?

What kind of work do you do?

Model?

- Stewardess?

- Escort?

She works for someone

in my building.

Oh.

Actually, I'm a nanny.

A nanny?

Dude!

You didn't tell us

you knew a nanny.

That is so porno.

- Are the moms hot?

- Guys.

- Are you hot for the dads?

- Are the dads hot for you?

- Hey, come on.

- You want to know about the dads?

I'll tell you about

the dads.

They're chubby, bald,

steak-eating,

cigar-smoking,

type-A pigs

who get more turned on by the Bloomberg

Wire than they do by any hot nannies.

Actually, it's all of you

in about five years.

Enjoy tonight,

because your future looks

pretty f***ing bleak.

- Wait.

- God!

Stupid stupid.

You have two new messages.

Hey, Annie, it's me,

the... the big jerk

from the bar.

- What?

- Listen...

in case you're wondering,

your friend Lynette

- gave me your home number.

- Ex-friend.

I obviously owe you

a major apology.

Please just don't judge me

by my loser friends.

- Mm-hm.

- They were pretty hammered.

Anyway, I want you to

give me an opportunity

to redeem myself

by taking you out.

And I'm warning you,

I won't take no for an answer.

I know where you live, so I'll camp out

at your door if I have to.

You really might as well

just get this over with.

And if you really hate me

after that...

I'll... I'll never

ask you again.

Okay, I'm sorry to ramble.

If I don't hear from you,

I'll ride the elevator

till I find you.

Bye.

I am so screwed.

Annie, it's your mother.

Look, I'm sorry that I didn't

call last night, okay?

I had a really late night.

But about tonight...

Okay, you know what?

I don't want to hear it. I'm coming.

- I am coming.

- All right, fine.

Fine... okay, let me...

let me just call you

after this play date, okay?

Play date?

What the hell is a play date?

- Oh sh*t.

- You said a curse!

Um, you know, Mom.

A play date...

it's the meeting of

preliminary investment schedules.

Look, I'll call you

later, okay?

All right. Bye.

Who lives here?

Some kid named Jefferson.

Your mom found him

with the Park Avenue play-date service.

Hi, y'all.

I'm Jefferson's

mama Tanya.

Come on in.

We're baking a cake.

Oh my God.

Come on, y'all!

I pretend to be

Jefferson's nanny.

But I was really hired

to watch her.

Yoo-hooo!

And this is what she's

like after Betty Ford.

- Oh!

- Doesn't her husband care?

- Whoo!

- He's 75. She's an ex-showgirl.

He's not complaining

about anything.

Frosting fun!

Yay!

I want to come here every day.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

And what is all over you?

Annie, will you tell me

what the hell is going on?

All right, listen up, people.

This is my apartment.

And my roommate Lisa

is away

on... on business.

You are... oh,

just visiting.

- He is...

- Lynette's new boyfriend.

- Fine.

- I love your friends.

What twisted game

are we playing here?

We're playing the

my-mom-is-coming-over-

and-if-she-finds-out-I'm-a-nanny-

then-I'm-screwed game.

I love it. Hey, should I whip up

a fondue for Mom?

Um, well, you know what?

If you're gonna play it straight,

I would make it meatloaf.

I'm gonna borrow this.

That's my dress.

You can't borrow that dress.

It's a terrible dress.

Fondue?

Go get my dress.

Oh boy, Calvin.

Thank you so much. That looks delicious.

It's so festively

presented too.

So, how did you

and Lynette meet?

Annie's roommate Lisa

introduced us.

It's a shame

she's not here.

I used to

date her too.

Really?

So...

don't you just love

Annie's new place?

- Mm-hm.

- We do.

We're here all the time.

Yeah, I think it's very...

very interesting.

- It's a little small, but...

- Mmm.

...it's a fine

steppingstone, honey.

It's work.

I'll take that.

Well, certainly

keeping her busy.

- Very busy.

- Mm-hm.

- Busy bee.

- Relentlessly.

- Round the clock.

- Hello?

This isn't a brontosaurus.

You don't know anything.

Oh, Grayer!

Please!

It is yoga hour

and Mommy's on the phone.

Hello?

Yes, hi.

It's me.

l... I know that I agreed

to let you

visit your grandmother in

the hospital tonight,

but I feel I need to remind you

that tomorrow is Grayer's birthday.

What? How can that be?

His party isn't until next month.

Well, we scheduled it

that way on purpose

because the party planner

I wanted wasn't available.

Neither was my husband.

But as it turns out,

Mr. X is coming home

for two days from Chicago,

so we're planning a small

family celebration.

Oh that's lovely.

Grayer couldn't ask for a better gift.

And then afterwards,

we'll all head over to the Carlyle

for a more formal

affair with friends.

Obviously, I do expect

you to attend.

Okay, all right.

So you will need to dress

appropriately.

- Right.

- Anyway...

since you are not

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