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We never had these growing up.

I saw them in my Mom's bathroom,

but we never used them.

How'd you clean your ears?

Didn't.

Just towel-dried them, I guess.

- Let me see the Q-Tip.

- No.

You have to

get out of here.

What kind of mother doesn't teach their child

how to clean their ears?

Pediatricians say...

that it is unhealthy

for children to use them...

because it can damage

the eardrum.

And it has been shown

that a small amount of wax...

in the inner canal

helps protect against larger debris.

- I didn't know that.

- Well...

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Tell me what...

what it is that you're trying to say.

I'm just worried about

where this is going.

You know, I want to give

all of myself. Just let it go.

It's so tempting.

I mean,

it's all he wants from me.

Who wouldn't want all of you, Rafi?

You are an amazing woman.

But then I think...

I mean, he's just too young

to handle the responsibility. I...

I'm scared

to put myself out like that.

That's a very mature

line of thought.

I'm sure

his intentions are pure...

but he doesn't sound like...

he knows exactly what it is

he's getting into.

Do you think

I should just cut it off right now?

I'm not going to answer that.

Look, I don't want you to get

the wrong idea about my family.

Sensitive subject?

Maybe.

All right, look.

I've been having trouble

with my mom concerning you.

- Concerning me?

- Yeah.

It's just... I wanted her

to meet you and she said no.

Well, that's sweet,

but don't you think...

it's a little early

to be introducing me to your mother?

- She said no? Why?

- I...

Look, she has a problem

with you not being Jewish.

- She won't meet me?

- No.

Why do you think I'm so upset?

We're not even speaking right now.

Well, I don't understand.

I thought you said she was a therapist.

I know.

How do you think I feel?

Didn't she meet

the black girl you dated?

No way.

No, my mother doesn't even

know about that.

That was my bubi.

My dad's mom.

- David, love.

- Hey, bubi.

I wanted you to meet

my girlfriend, Radjina.

Radjina, this is my bubi.

Hi.

Is she black?

It's really not

that funny, okay?

My bubi died

three weeks later.

And I know

she didn't tell anybody about Radjina...

but her reaction

and her subsequent death...

let me know it might be

a good idea to keep that one quiet.

I swear, I think she went in

the house after that...

and just hit herself

over the head with the frying pan.

I mean, that's the image I get

whenever I'm doing something wrong.

Just her, like,

whacking away with the skillet.

I can say this much.

Age aside...

he gives me

more of what I really need...

than anyone else ever has.

Real things.

Things I never got.

It makes it hard

to harp on age...

or religion or anything,

because...

I'm just happy.

Yeah.

What's wrong, David?

- I lost my job.

- I'm sorry.

Did you hear Josh Friedman

got engaged to a chef?

Yes, I heard.

Truffle matzo balls. Amazing.

You better tell him

about the Kushners, Sam.

We're trading apartments with the Kushners,

starting August 1st.

In Miami?

You have to find someplace else to live

while we're gone.

Oh, come on. Not now.

This is the worst possible time.

And who goes to Miami

in August?

That's what I said.

Come on.

What are you talking about?

It's beautiful

this time of year.

Grandpa, it's a sauna down there

and it rains every single afternoon.

The Kushners are taking you

for a ride.

- I told you, Sam.

- Oh, what does he know?

It's a condominium.

We're going.

What?

Condominium means no rain?

Do you know

where Raphael Gardet is?

My dad's got this great place

in Wainscott.

There's a limo waiting,

so you won't have to take the Jitney.

Excuse me.

Do you know where Raphael Gardet is?

- Who are you?

- I'm Dave.

Hi, Dave.

Are you one of

the models?

No. Are you the hairdresser?

- Excuse me?

- I think you heard me.

Diana, eyes to me.

That's great.

Are you the hairdresser?

That was good.

I really enjoyed that.

I just asked him simply,

"Do you know where Raphael Gardet is?"

And he gives me all this attitude

like I'm some...

Whatever. Jesus, Dave.

It's so uncool.

- The guy's a schmuck.

- Schmuck?

It's who I work for.

Who are you?

What are you thinking?

I got cut to

one day a week at work.

Then I find out I gotta be

out of my place on Monday.

I'm gonna be broke

in a month.

But I'm sorry, okay?

I am sorry.

Okay, let's do something.

It's Friday night.

What do you want to do?

Start observing

the Sabbath or something?

No.

I wanna know what

a normal Friday night was like for you...

before you met me.

I mean, you didn't sit

around fireplaces in The Village...

drinking merlot, did you?

Actually, we stood around trash-can fires

in the Bowery drinking 40s.

- Come on.

- What?

I wanna know

what you did. Show me.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Let's go to your place.

We never go to your place.

I got roommates, Rafi.

Rafi...

I wanna see

your paintings.

You're not missing much.

Convenient and weak.

I wanna go.

I wanna go right now.

I want to see where you sleep

when you're not in my bed.

This is nice.

Kitchen.

- Very grown-up.

- Yeah.

- David?

- Yeah.

Who are your roommates?

Is that you, David?

Yes.

Go to sleep, Grandma.

Come on. Give me a break.

It's embarrassing enough, all right?

- Where's the bathroom?

- Bathroom's right there.

Did you eat?

Yes, I ate. Good night.

What are you doing?

Stashing all your pornos?

Yeah, and all my posters

had to come down, too.

- Why are they all facing away?

- I don't know.

Who wants to look

at my paintings all day?

We have to talk...

about this thing you have

with your art.

I mean, it's weird.

It's like you think

it's a sin or something.

Bubi?

I've decided

I'm gonna be an artist.

Dave.

You're really good.

This is what you

should be doing.

You've got to keep painting.

Yeah?

It's not a life.

Says who?

You're crazy.

You're lucky. I'm just

paving the way for you.

This is the curse

of the eldest child.

When it's all over,

you'll be able to bring home Jay-Z.

- Are you and Mom talking?

- Not really.

She's just a different person

these days.

What are you doing?

I'm just dropping off some clothes.

You're not going to

stay here?

I'm going to

Morris' place.

To tell you the truth,

I didn't even think you'd want me here.

Don't be melodramatic.

This is your home.

We're your family.

Even if you

did bring home Jay-D.

It's Jay-Z, Mom.

Whatever.

Jay-B, Jay-D...

I have a patient coming,

so be careful when you leave.

Oh, I'm so sorry

to keep you waiting.

Did I knock?

Am I late?

I feel like

I'm late.

- But no.

- No.

Sit, sit, sit.

What is that?

A gun?

No, it's a yoga mat.

- He's moving in with me.

- What?

I thought you said...

Weren't you just saying...

that he couldn't provide you

with the things that you needed?

I'm still unsure.

But I think

I should just give it a shot.

I mean, you always say,

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