The Week Of Page #2

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What's taking so long?

Seymour...

Let's get... Let's get... Let's go.

This is actually a good thing,

because they have Dyson AirBlade

hand dryers,

which I can show you.

- It'd be good for your lobby bathrooms.

- Uh-huh.

There's no, uh, handicapped room?

No, I did not say that.

Well, put him on the phone, then.

Isaac, did you tell your mom

I said not to shower?

I did not... Because your mother says

your fingernails are filthy!

They're both 23 years old.

Feels young to me.

But they're in love, I guess.

So, who knows what's right.

Nobody told me about the no legs at all.

- Oh, somebody's in there.

- Don't see anybody.

Okay, I'm done.

I'm ready!

Need those baby wipes.

They both picked Tufts

so they could live together.

She's in dental, he's in med.

Okay. Good for him. I thought

he was just gonna be a dentist, too.

There's a lot of great dentists

out there, Iris.

Not all of them fondle people

when they're under the gas.

All right, Ma.

You guys, wait till you see Sarah's dress.

I've seen her in it. It's so beyond,

tasteful, not whore-y at all.

I still wish you would've worn mine.

I'm sorry, Grandma, I know. I just...

She's wearing her own dress!

You guys, I said I saw it.

And look at Isaac! Oh, my God.

I just wanna squeeze this head

till it explodes!

Oh, I could just pull his face off

and put it on my night table,

so I could see it before I go to bed!

You should've seen this one in the play.

He was phenomenal.

Oh, he was the only one you looked at

up there.

Wait a minute. This is amazing.

He was in a Broadway play?

No. In camp.

Oh, was it Juilliard camp?

No.

Was it a camp for theatrical children?

No.

It wasn't a special ed camp?

No. It wasn't.

Oh, thank God.

Hey, hey! Here he is! The man himself.

What are you doing?

If anyone can figure out how to open up

the wheelchair out front, please!

- Put my brother down!

- I will, Iris.

Can somebody get a chair?

This is my little girl,

the one who's getting married.

Hi, Uncle Seymour.

Thank you so much for coming in.

And little Rose.

I thought he had one leg.

No, he has less.

Okay, give him a kiss, sweetie. That's it.

Isaac, give your uncle a kiss.

I-I, I did.

Okay, then let's sit down here.

Here you go, Seymour. That's it.

That's it, we're in there.

Seymour, Seymour, it's Roberta.

How are you?

I'm okay now. Finally.

He put me in a car

with no air conditioning.

Treated me like a dog.

Isaac likes Jeremy Lin?

And he's aware that Jeremy Lin

no longer plays for the New York Knicks?

It's a very nice shirt, $7 at Modell's.

- We're so late.

- Right.

- I'm so sorry. Hi.

- Never too late. How are ya?

Had to come see the man of the hour!

Eighty-seven years old!

- Mr. Lustig?

- That's right.

Why did we invite them, again?

They're our neighbors. We had to.

He just gets so weird with me.

You've known them all your life.

There's pictures of you as babies!

- He still has them up in his room.

- Yeah.

We are late because

Jared had a singing lesson.

Oh, Jared.

So, maybe you could do something

at the wedding?

What was the one you sang at her Sweet 16?

That was a Ray LaMontagne.

But that was kind of our song.

- Aw!

- Well, that's ancient history.

Perfect. So maybe you could do

one of his songs with the band.

It's not a band, it's a DJ.

Sarah's cousin Jeddy.

He's supposed to be incredible.

Kid's a whiz.

He's 12 years old.

Oh, and the father-daughter song.

We gotta pick one, kiddo.

Think about Billy Joel.

I used to sing it to you as a kid, huh?

- Okay.

- All right. See you in a little bit.

Kenny. Kenny. I was telling Seymour

that the other father's rich.

He's a surgeon.

Why didn't you let him pay for the band?

We're fine, Iris. The kid's a whiz.

I just gotta make sure

the groom's dad is happy.

He's very, very...

- This is the Executive Suite?

- Yes, yes.

Do you have any bigger ones?

No, no. This Executive Suite.

I know. I...

Maybe wondering if we can do something

to jazz it up.

If you got anything leather.

Old, uh, ottoman from old room.

We keep one in basement.

Okay. Good.

What else? Maybe something...

More gadgets or more high-techy stuff or...

I will look.

There is toaster.

Okay. You'll look.

Oh! I got an old chandelier in my attic.

You can install it

or I can get you one of my guys.

We can do.

You're the best, Hanan. Now we're cookin'.

Let's keep thinking, come up with more.

And we are not ever gonna tell anybody

that this stuff

wasn't already in the room, right?

Yes. Okay.

Hey, how about this?

How about we put a sign on,

like, "Governor's Suite" or

"Thomas Jefferson Suite"?

Can you do that quick?

Can you get that up by Wednesday?

Yes. Yes.

Yeah. All right. All right.

You don't have to write "Doctor"

on that card.

He's just a chiropractor,

so make it "Mister," okay?

- Okay.

- Hey.

Oh, hey. How was the hotel?

Perfect. It's all set. What has happened?

Why you guys up?

We couldn't finish the name tags

'cause everyone stayed so late.

Yeah, so now we're gonna have to

rush the calligraphy.

Sarah, you should've eloped

like Mom and Dad.

- Nice.

- What's an "elope"?

It's when you sneak off

and get married in secret.

Yeah, we lived with our parents

for four months.

We were too afraid to tell them.

You lied to your parents?

- No, no, it just never came up.

- It was a different time.

I think it's romantic

that Dad couldn't wait to marry Mom.

I was lucky.

Hey, come on. We gotta go to sleep.

- Did you brush your teeth?

- Yeah, I did.

Let me smell.

He's not lying. He did it.

For the first time, he told the truth,

but let's go to sleep, guys.

I just don't want you

to be cranky tomorrow.

I'm begging you. Seymour's...

I don't want you to wake Seymour.

He seems pretty knocked out to me.

No, but we gotta be considerate.

Come on. Please?

No, listen. I don't need to sleep.

I'm gonna stretch Sarah's shoes, okay?

I'll be fine.

You're crazy.

Pinky Toe. Come here, come here.

Come here, come here. All right.

God damn!

- What are you doing?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What was that? Was that his head?

- Just go to sleep. Come on. Don't laugh.

Daddy?

What? What're you doing up?

I'm just worried about the wedding.

Hey. I get it, hon.

Your sister's too young,

but this is what she wants to do.

We gotta accept it.

Oh, no. I was worried

whether it's gonna be nice enough.

What?

Well, Sarah has really good taste.

I mean, she's understated,

but also sophisticated.

- So I don't know if a DJ...

- Okay. Okay.

- Look, she didn't say these things to me.

- She knows it's important to you.

Right, I'm aware about her taste, okay?

I'm on it, the whole taste thing.

Just... Why don't you go to sleep?

You got school.

School's over. It's summer.

Well, just sleep now, okay?

It's good for you.

Oh, my God,

the three-hour difference!

That's a big brain fart for me.

Oh, sorry! Senior moment and I'm only 48.

Can you believe it?

It's okay. Um...

Maybe we could talk a bit later?

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