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"Just get messy in life.

"At least you know you're living."

Right?

Besides, if he can't give me

what I need...

then I'll find out sooner

if he's living with me.

- And he has nowhere to go.

- He said that?

His best friend

has a studio.

He's not getting along with his mother,

so he can't go home.

She hates me, by the way.

Did I tell you that?

No. You hadn't mentioned it.

Yes, it's this

whole other thing...

that I'm trying

not to even think about.

They say the children of psychoanalysts

are the most screwed up of all.

Yes, so I had heard that.

So he's moving in.

I think it'll be fun.

I mean that's what you said

to do with this, right?

I mean, just have fun.

That's right.

That's right.

What are you

looking at?

I... I forgot,

I have a book...

A book...

A book I wanted to show you.

Thought it might be...

"Lesbians

and the Kabbalah...

"A Match Made in Heaven."

Wrong book.

Wrong book. Wrong...

Oh, my.

Oh, well, never mind.

Forget it.

I'm sorry.

I am so late.

I can't help it

if you parade around...

fulfilling every working-girl

fantasy I've ever had.

You should wear a garbage bag

till you get to the elevator.

Hey, are we still going

to the Hamptons this Friday?

Yeah. See you.

Great.

Village People weekend.

You'll be fine.

I've been grooming you

for this moment.

A Bette Davis marathon

on the Turner Classic Network hardly qualifies.

Hey, you guys,

they're here. Come on.

- Hi. How are you?

- Hey, Jason.

You look great.

You do, too.

- Dave, this is Jason.

- Hi.

Hi. We've heard

all about you.

Hi.

Raphael!

- Hello.

- Hello.

Hi, it's so good

to see you again.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

- How was the drive?

- It was good.

- Good.

- Brilliant.

- Palmer, this is Dave.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Great. How are you doing?

- Great.

- Yeah?

Is he okay? Or...

Ignore him. He's just jealous

he didn't get into your pants first.

Hey, what's up?

Oh, my God!

I am so sorry.

Alsayste,

you junkie!

It's so he won't bark.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think I'm blind.

Oh, no.

Gotta call the pediatrician.

All right, come on.

That stings.

That's terrible.

This place is amazing.

I mean, everything.

Every room is perfect.

Look at this.

Even the beds are awesome.

We're gonna have

vacation sex tonight.

What's vacation sex,

Dave?

I don't know,

but you're gonna get it, girl.

Look at this, even the breeze

coming through here.

This is perfect.

Is it like this

for all rich people?

No, just gay rich people.

- You're gonna get it.

- Oh, yeah?

I'm gonna give it to you.

Vacation sex, Dave?

Please. You are the only registered

gay Republican in New York.

It's just a tax thing.

I'm to the left

on every other issue.

I still say the Democrats need

their own show pushing their own agenda.

No one would watch.

I mean, there's no blood.

Hey, I'd watch that show.

People would much rather watch

some liberal be humiliated...

on The O'Reilly Factor.

You should go on, Jason,

and thoroughly humiliate the man.

Sure, he'd love me.

Alsayste? Where is he?

I'll get him.

Fiddler on a hot tin roof.

And so young. Have you carded him?

Yes, unfortunately, I have.

I think he's great. Smart and sweet.

Just needs a little seasoning.

Yeah, I think he's...

You don't get to say.

You're totally infatuated with him.

Maybe, but I'm still worried

about you.

He is so young and you're

obviously falling for him.

- So what? Fall.

- What is wrong with you?

You look 10 years younger.

I've never seen you this happy.

I'm just saying,

you want a baby...

and he is in no position

to give you that.

- You're on the clock, Rafi.

- Thanks, Randall. That's sweet.

Plus, he has

this weird relationship with his mother...

who wants him to marry

someone named Rivkah or Devorah.

Randall, who asked you?

Besides, I think

it's interesting...

that you call

their relationship weird...

when all it is, is close.

We should all be so lucky.

Besides, your mother still thinks

you're straight, for Christ's sakes.

So, Dave, do you care

if your kids are Jewish?

I care if they're happy.

Good answer.

So, what's up

with your friends?

This whole weekend felt

like a long audition.

- They're just worried about me.

- Worried about what?

How old you are,

I mean...

my wanting to have a child

at some point.

Your moving in.

And I'm just a little nervous.

That's all.

You know how it is in New York.

Your apartment's all you have.

A few hundred square feet

you can call your own.

The work's strong, I mean,

it's realistic portraits...

and he's only 23,

I was amazed.

Sounds great.

I'd really like to take a look at his work.

- Is he here?

- Yes, he is.

- Great.

- He'd love that.

- Let me go find him.

- Okay.

I want you to see this.

Come here.

Raphael.

- How are you, honey?

- How you doing?

- Good to see you.

- Nice to see you.

Have you met

my friend Ann?

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

I've got my hands full.

You sure do.

Gosh, she's beautiful.

Thank you.

- What's her name?

- Ella.

You're so sweet.

- How old is she?

- She's one.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Yeah, she's a big girl.

Do you have

any children?

No, I don't have

any children.

She's just started walking.

She's holding onto the railing...

Oh, she's so sweet.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Do you know you have over

500 channels on this thing?

I watched the Malaysian

Grand Prix today.

Really? That's amazing.

Have you left the apartment

since this morning?

No. Why?

He sits around all day

in my apartment.

I have zero privacy

when I go home.

This does not sound good.

He needs to get his own place.

Yeah, but he

needs a job first.

It's about time.

I need to buy him

a birthday present this week.

Do you have any ideas?

There's this Nintendo thing

he keeps on talking about and...

Rafi, let me

ask you something.

Do you like having sex?

Don't get Nintendo.

Are you coming to bed?

Yeah,

right after this game.

Just for a sec.

- Okay.

- What can it hurt?

- I've got to get back.

- We'll just look, all right?

- How much is this?

- Much too much. Don't look.

Don't even look.

- May I help you?

- What?

- May I...

- No.

- Jack.

- What?

- We have to go.

- Why?

I have an appointment

I forgot about.

I thought you said

you didn't...

I just have to go, all right?

- Why?

- Sh*t!

- Get down, get down.

- Why?

- It's a patient?

- No, it's my lover.

Yes, it's a patient.

Just be quiet.

- You're gonna have to explain this.

- You know I can't.

Okay. You're scaring

some of the customers.

Just dropped a contact.

I was married to a man

who couldn't love me.

And now I'm with someone

who can love me...

but he's not really a man.

At least, not all the time.

I can see that.

Maybe if I give myself

to him completely...

he'll step up

in the ways I need him to.

He said he knows

I'm not giving all of myself...

and it's unfair to us.

I don't think

I can do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

I just can't.

Do what?

We need to talk, Rafi.

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