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around to help,

- I've taken care of everything.

- Mommy, play!

Thank you.

Also, some roses

arrived for you.

- Roses?

- Yes, very curious.

The card says,

"Accept my apology,

or else."

Oh, that's crazy Grandpa.

He...

he didn't visit

Grandma last night

and we just

let him have it.

Well, you know how Grayer

is around pollen.

So, I'll have to

throw them out.

Annie?

- Oh, okay.

Well, you know,

I am going to...

hang up because

the pacemaker isn't on.

So I'll see you

in the morning.

Oh gosh.

- Honey?

- Yeah?

- Are you okay?

- Mm-hm.

Perfect.

Dessert?

This is of vital importance,

are you aware of that?

I don't think right now

is the time.

You have absolutely no idea

how disappointed I am.

Clowns are supposed to be funny.

Well, they're

French clowns, Grove.

I hate them and

I hate my birthday.

...in order to clean up your mess!

Do not interrupt me.

Now you told me

that the extra year of preschool

would guarantee him

a spot.

Today he's six.

What's your plan now?

I'll be back, okay?

We should try to be calm.

My brother's kids got in.

...that isn't enough of a humiliation.

I will not tolerate

- at this point...

- There are mimes in the next room.

- I suggest you keep your voice down.

- You know what?

Hey.

What the hell

are you doing here?

I want to know why

you threw my flowers away.

I found them

in the stairwell.

I didn't throw them away, okay?

My lunatic employer did.

And if you don't get out of here right

now, she's gonna throw me out too.

- Okay?

- Not until you agree to see me.

What?

This has got to stop.

Come on, one date.

That's all I'm asking here.

Oh, fine fine, okay?

After work on Thursday. Go go.

Nanny.

Before we head over

to the Carlyle,

I would like you to know

why Mr. X is so upset.

It seems that Grayer was

rejected for admission to Collegiate.

Um...

I'm very sorry.

- That must be upsetting.

- Not upsetting.

Unacceptable.

Stop it!

Get away from me!

- Oh, sweetheart.

Don't be afraid.

They're only clowns.

- I hate them.

- They're nice French clowns.

They scare me!

Grayer, go to your mommy.

- Huh-uh.

- Go to your mommy, Grayer.

- Go.

- No.

Go on, sweetheart.

As I was saying, Nanny,

we feel that you are not

spending enough time

on educational activities

with our son.

Therefore we have decided

to hire a consultant

to fully research

the situation.

He will demand extra

time from you this week...

Whatever's best for Grayer.

...starting Thursday evening.

Do you read to the child

from "The Wall Street Journal"?

"Financial Times"?

"Granta"?

l... I sing to him

in French.

Well, we need more time

than I thought

to get to

the bottom of this.

I know.

I know, I'm very very late.

I'm sorry.

Did you get my message?

- Yep. All six of 'em.

- I couldn't get out of work.

The consultant kept me forever.

It was horrible.

Yeah, well, not only

did I lose the reservation,

but the kitchen

is now closed. So...

Okay.

I'm sorry I was late.

Um... sometimes

these things just...

don't work out, okay?

Wait, whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Think you can just get

rid of me that easily?

No, it's not about

getting rid of you.

It's just that no place around here

stays open this late. That's all.

Actually, I know

the perfect place.

Pretty good, huh?

Number one slice

on the Upper East Side.

It's not bad.

I'll tell you what though...

it doesn't touch the Jersey Shore.

Well, if you're such

a pizza connoisseur,

there's a really great

place in Italian Harlem.

I'll take you there

sometime.

Harlem?

I have a hard time

imagining you in Harlem.

Why? I enjoy

exploring my city.

Something you should

probably do more of.

Oh, thank you.

I'll try to squeeze that in between

cleaning up Grayer's vomit

and picking up

Mrs. X's laundry.

Come on, if your job is that bad,

why don't you just quit?

I mean, it's not like you're on

a career path here.

I don't understand.

No, of course

you don't understand.

You've obviously lived

a very charmed life

growing up on Fifth Avenue.

You went to Harvard.

A charmed life?

Okay. Now I get it.

You know, for your

information

my mother died

when I was four.

My father traveled

constantly for work.

I was raised by

nine different nannies

until I was old enough

to get shipped off to boarding school.

That's how charmed

my life was.

- I'm really sorry.

- But you know something?

I still think I turned out

to be a pretty decent guy

in spite of it all.

I guess I'm officially

an a**hole.

Well...

a**hole is a pretty

strong word.

I would have gone

with jerk or bonehead.

But that's just

my prep school upbringing.

I don't know, you know,

I just... I would love to quit.

I really would, but l...

I can't leave Grayer.

I can't.

You're gonna think

I'm totally crazy,

but I feel really bad

for her also.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Well, you know, you could

be suffering from

Stockholm Syndrome.

- You ever heard of Patty Hearst?

- Are you kidding?

Yes.

But I do think you should probably

let me kiss you right about now.

What?

Well...

we're two blocks

from your building.

And once we get any closer,

I won't be able to go near you.

Which, to tell you

the truth,

is all I've really thought

about since that day

I saw you in that

Betsy Ross getup.

That is really kinky and weird.

You don't know

the half of it.

Good night.

Good night.

- Pleasant evening.

- Yeah.

Good night.

Uh-huh.

Look out for the...

Sorry.

While doing field work,

anthropologists have been

known to lose themselves

in the very society

that they're studying,

a phenomenon known

as "going native."

When this occurs,

the proper course of action

is to remove oneself

ASAP.

After my night

with Harvard Hottie,

it became quite obvious

that my obsession with

the Xs meant I'd gone native.

Daydreaming in

the park that day,

I came to the conclusion that

the only right thing to do

was confront Mrs. X...

and quit.

Oh, I forgot about this.

Wow.

This could work.

Mmm.

See if you can find me

something short.

It'll go better

with this neckline.

Okay.

Oh.

Did Grayer

get you this?

God.

I bought this for

my mother when I was 10.

She got mad at me, refused to wear it.

She said it was common.

I think I saved it

out of spite.

How about this?

Mr. X bought it for me for our first

wedding anniversary.

So it's only fitting

that I should wear it tonight,

right?

Definitely.

Mrs. X, I need to

talk to you about something.

I know you're really

busy tonight,

so I was wondering if we

could schedule some time

- tomorrow night to talk.

- What is it, Nanny?

l... I think it's better

if we talk alone.

What is it?

Nanny, lend a hand.

Well?

You look amazing.

- Really?

- You look very pretty, Mommy.

And... and you like

the Dior?

I mean, I know

it's a little much for dinner,

but afterwards

he's taking me

to the President's

Circle Gala at the Met.

Well, I couldn't imagine

a more perfect dress

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