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is such a mess.

Rafi thought I'd like your work and

I trust her judgment.

Yeah, well,

we broke up.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

- She didn't say anything about it?

- No.

These are great.

Do you have a gallery?

No.

How much for

the larger pieces?

I don't know.

I never sold one before.

I'll give you $1,000 each

for these two.

And I'll see what I can do

about getting you a show.

Done.

I don't believe it.

You're gonna be a huge painter

and I get to go along for the ride.

Maybe I can write this whole

pie thing off as performance art.

What do you think?

- Who you calling?

- Rafi.

- Why?

- I want to tell her how it went.

Plus I want to kick her a few bucks

for the time I spent there.

- She'll appreciate it.

- What am I, chopped liver?

I'm gonna pretend you didn't

say that. You're the reason...

- All right, all right.

- I'm not in right now.

Does this mean

you're gonna get your own place now?

- Shut up.

- Thanks.

Hey, Raff,

it's me again. Listen...

I have some amazing news

for you. Please pick up.

Rafi, Rafi.

Hello?

Why don't you call him, then?

I like it, man.

It's very The Early Years, you know?

A little roach problem,

but you can fix that.

It's gonna look good

when A&E comes to shoot

the documentary.

He lived on

rugalach and macaroons...

for the first four years

during his Blue Period...

- Would you shut up?

- ...and then moved on to the Louvre.

All right, Howard Hughes.

Tell me to shut up again.

Come on. Get dressed. Let's go.

Let's get it moving around.

I wanna go out.

I want you to look nice.

You know you've been shut in too long.

Let's go. Pick it up.

We're with her.

No, you're not.

What? Come on, man,

that's my girlfriend right there.

Back off the rope.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Hold the goddamn mayo.

You know that chick?

- Yeah. Don't point.

- Sorry.

What's wrong?

We can't get in.

Hey, it's okay.

Come on. Let them in.

Hey. I love you, okay?

I really do.

But if you don't take

advantage of this situation...

I'm gonna seriously

question your manhood.

I miss her.

Get over it, okay?

It's been

two weeks.

You don't think she's out here

doing the same thing?

I'm thinking

the pan-seared trout.

What about the salmon?

Looks good, too.

Do you think it's wild

or farm-raised?

- Do you like carp?

- No.

I wanna dance.

Go get to work,

sister.

Come on, shake it

like a salt shaker. Go ahead.

What is that?

What is that? No, no.

That's like some Irene Cara sh*t.

She ought to be wearing leg warmers.

All right,

you gotta do damage control.

- Yeah. This is not helping anybody.

- Go.

Have a drink, baby.

Feel better?

Much.

Yes!

I'm going to use

your toothbrush.

That's okay, right?

Oh, my God.

What?

Dave.

- Yeah.

- Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

You're painting.

I'm working.

I'm not doing this

to piss you off, Mom.

This is not

an act of rebellion.

I love her.

I'm trying to make it work.

I could really

use your help.

My help. Have you even

heard a word I've said?

I am out of this.

Just let me bring her over

Friday night.

Please. Mom,

I'm begging you.

She doesn't stop

talking about you.

How much she misses you

and all this stuff.

Are you insane?

There is no way.

You okay?

Mom? We're here.

Rafi.

What?

What is it, sweetie?

I missed you.

Now I just realized

how much.

I missed you, too.

- Did you?

- Yes.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Hi, Mom. Thank you.

- You look very nice.

- Okay.

Coats.

What? Oh, yeah.

- Jack.

- Ma, can Audrey come over?

- No, no, no. Get off the phone.

- Would you get off the phone?

All right, Dad,

this is Rafi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Nice to meet you.

- Very nice to meet you.

- This is my sister. D.

- Hi. Dinah.

- Hi.

- I like your dress.

- I heard so much about you.

- Yeah?

- Hi, I'm Blanche.

- She's my mother.

- And you are?

- Rafi.

- Rafi. What a nice name.

- Thank you.

It's for Raphael,

actually.

Just like the painter.

- Painter?

- My husband, Sam.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Hi, Sam. Nice to meet you.

Watch out for him.

That's the truth.

- Hope you're hungry.

- Yeah.

Oh, my... You shouldn't have.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

What a cute bag.

It's a nice bottle, too.

Look at that.

If it gets cold enough,

we can drink it with dinner.

- Mom.

- Absolutely.

Put it in the freezer

for 10 minutes.

It'll be fine.

Thank you.

God bless my daughter.

I honestly don't know

where I'd be without her.

In Brooklyn, Sam.

You'd be in Brooklyn.

This is you next to me.

- This is beautiful.

- You okay, Grandma?

Like I have a choice?

You're okay till you collapse.

I have to tell you

a wonderful story.

First time

I met my Blanche.

In the subway.

There used to be an elevated line

that ran across De Kalb Avenue.

I was on

one side of the car...

she was on

the other side of the car.

And she is wearing the dopiest hat

you ever saw in your life.

She looked terrific.

I feel like I've heard

this story once before.

Only once?

You're lucky.

It's an adorable story.

I like this.

How great is it

that David sold his paintings?

Yes, we're

so happy for him.

- Yeah, right.

- What?

I never thought

you had a chance in hell.

There you go.

- Oh, Dad, really.

- Anyway, you should...

You should all know that

this is what I'm gonna be doing...

for the rest of my life.

Really?

No CPA. No law degree.

No, "Paging Dr. Bloomberg,"

Dad. This is it.

I suppose you can make

a living out of it.

So, I understand you're interested

in converting to Judaism.

Oh, my God.

- Good, thank you.

- Sure.

- Does this go in here?

- Yes.

- Okay, good.

- That's good.

- This is very strange.

- Yes, it is...I would say, yeah.

Certainly never experienced anything

even remotely like it.

So now you've seen that even

your therapist has a crazy family.

Are you kidding?

This is what I never had.

You know, no grandparents.

No laughter around the dinner table.

No dinner, actually.

Thank you

for having me over.

I know this was

very difficult for you.

No, it wasn't

difficult at all.

I think

you're great, Rafi.

I think you're great.

I know this is hard for you to understand,

but this isn't personal.

I just don't want my son giving up

on his faith so early.

But he

wouldn't have to.

I would want my kids to have

a religious upbringing.

You know I didn't have one.

You always said I suffered from it.

Slow down. You...

Kids? With my son?

Rafi, think about

what you're saying.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I forget

that you're his mother.

I still think of you

as my therapist.

What a mess, huh?

You know what else?

He had, like, 20 boxes

of Q-Tips in his bathroom.

Meanwhile, the rest of

the place is a complete dump.

Wait a minute.

This is Dave you're talking about?

Rafi's Dave?

Yeah? So what?

They're broken up.

Listen to me, Sue.

Rafi and Dave are back together now.

Okay, so they're back together.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is,

it would kill her.

Okay. Jesus,

I won't say anything.

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