Hot in Cleveland (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 19 - Strange Bedfellows - full transcript
Hot in Cleveland is recorded
in front of a live studio audience.
So in the debate,
if Councilman Powell suggests
you're too old for city council,
what would you say?
I'd say I feel like
an energetic 40-year-old.
In fact, I could go for one right now.
Politics is a dirty business.
Okay, you have got to stop binge-watching
House of cards.
You're not Kevin spacey.
Stop talking to an imaginary camera.
Okay, I'll stop. Fine.
Or will I?
Elka, you can't just wing this.
The winner of this debate
has won the last five elections.
I could concentrate a lot better
if I had a cocktail.
Just because the debate is at the bar
doesn't mean you can drink.
The only thing on the table
will be a pitcher of water.
You know what looks
a lot like a pitcher of water?
A pitcher of vodka.
Just saying.
Well, I'm off to meet J.J.
So is it finally just you and him tonight?
Oh, God, I hope so.
Every time we go out, he invites people
from the nearby tables to come join us.
Well, I suppose tonight
you could reserve all the tables
around you with fake names
so that no one else shows up,
but that would be selfish and unethical.
Yes, that would be.
You already did it, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
I just wish I understood why
he doesn't want to be alone with me.
A mystery for the ages.
You always look so elegant.
Every time we go out together,
I feel like lady and the tramp
sharing a bowl of spaghetti.
Oh, don't be silly, J.J. I don't eat carbs.
So this is nice, isn't it?
Just the two of us.
Hi, folks. Welcome to Stormi's.
And truly, thanks for coming.
All these empty tables. No-shows.
Who does that?
Anyway, I'm heading out,
but I'll take your drink orders
and send your waiter.
- Two vodka Martinis.
- Okay.
And, hey, if your shift is over,
why don't you join us?
No, I wouldn't want to interrupt
your romantic dinner.
Be right back.
Jj, have I done something wrong?
Why are you afraid to be alone with me?
Are you not attracted to me?
- I'm nuts about you.
- Well, then what is it?
There's something I need to tell you.
See, I started dating my wife
when she was nine years old.
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
No, no, I was nine years old too.
We were childhood sweethearts.
We even waited.
We were virgins on our wedding night.
Oh, that is so sweet
and dear and old-fashioned
and so you.
So just the one?
Yeah, just the one woman,
but we did it a lot of times.
And she had a subscription to Cosmo,
so we tried stuff.
You're answering questions I'm not asking.
Well, I know you've had more than one.
You've probably had more
like seven or eight.
Well, seven or eight are in the number.
And I'm not the kind of guy
who likes to admit he's scared.
Well, you don't need to be.
But how about from now on we keep our dates
to just the two of us?
Done. Nobody else.
You know, I was thinking
about your kind offer,
and I've been managing
this restaurant for 15 years,
and no one's ever asked me
to join them before.
Thank you.
And the answer is yes.
So what are we talking about?
We were just talking about feelings
and our relationship
and the ins and outs
of the emotional landscape of our future.
Mm-hmm.
You know what? I forgot.
I do need to get home tonight.
And that's how you get rid of a man
and make him think it's his idea.
Yeah, Elka, I'm at the bar now.
Powell's people want to set
the debate up in the main room.
Donald?
Melanie.
Oh, yeah, that English professor
I used to date is here.
Yeah, he does kind of look
like buzz Lightyear.
Wow, Donald, hi.
So great to see you. How long's it been?
- Like, two years, maybe.
- Wow.
You still look as ravishing as ever.
Well, when you talk like that,
it makes me wonder
what we ever broke up about.
Well, it's pedantic to insist,
but one shouldn't end one's sentences
with prepositions.
Now I remember.
Still haven't gotten over
your terminal pompousness, huh?
You mean pomposity,
and one doesn't get over terminal things.
Well, you're a terminal pain in the ass,
and I got over you.
Did you?
Okay, just to be clear,
it's been a long drought,
so this is purely physical for me.
Well, for me as well.
It's not like I'm getting
anything intellectual.
Oh, my God. Okay, you know what?
You have to go.
It may surprise you,
given your low opinion of me,
but I am helping Elka out
with her campaign for city council.
Oh, doesn't surprise me one bit.
In fact, I knew the entire time.
I'm coaching her opponent,
councilman Powell,
for the debate.
What? Why didn't you tell me?
I wouldn't have slept with you
if I'd known that.
I think you answered your own question.
I'm like any other guy when it comes
to getting some fleeting,
barbarian pleasure.
How's that for some barbarian pleasure?
[Upbeat music]
♪ Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba ♪
♪ Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
Donald is councilman Powell's debate coach.
I just slept with the enemy.
Did you get any secrets out of him?
No, but I may have let one of ours slip.
I may have mentioned
that you seem a little crazy
now that you're talking
to an imaginary camera.
You talk about Elka
while you're having sex?
You know I'm not good at dirty talk.
Well, I found out why J.J.'s been nervous
about being alone with me.
He's never been with another woman
besides his wife.
Really. Only her?
- He's a one-gin.
- A one-gin?
It's our term
for someone who's one step away
from being a virgin.
We really like each other,
so it's really just a matter of time
before I take his one-ginity.
I'm not sure I could take
that kind of pressure,
following somebody
who was the love of his life.
Oh, I hadn't thought about that.
And she died,
so everything about her
becomes more heightened
and perfect in his mind.
That's how I feel
about my night with Sinatra.
Wait, I want people to know about that.
That's how I feel
about my night with Sinatra.
I don't want to compete
with his wife's memory.
I just need to put that out of my mind.
So if he's a one-gin,
what does that make you, a 10,000-gin?
I wouldn't talk about
how much gin one of us has had.
Every now and then,
I like to give her a victory.
Wow.
I mean... wow.
- Great night.
- Lovely night.
- Should we go upstairs?
- We could.
Victoria, I know this is strange,
but I keep thinking
my late wife is gonna walk in
and catch me cheating on her.
And I keep thinking about
how much you loved her.
And you wrote
that beautiful movie about her,
and I just don't know
if I could ever be as good as her.
And I don't know if I could ever be as good
as those seven or eight guys
you've been with.
I'm more scared now
than when they dropped me
in a rice paddy in 'Nam.
I hope that's not an example
of your pillow talk.
[Laughs]
I should be ready for this.
I went to church. I lit a candle.
Sexy.
You know what?
We're both putting
too much pressure on ourselves.
You're right. I mean, we're adults.
We can wait.
We'll know when the time is right.
Mm, and when that time comes,
I know my wife will be
looking down on us and smiling.
Again, sexy.
How does this keep happening?
I don't even like you.
We were just supposed to discuss
the debate ground rules.
Well, we get angry at each other,
and the passion flows.
It's like act three of Tosca
where Puccini so exquisitely captures...
Oh, my God. I don't care.
Can we just get back to the debate, okay?
What is so wrong with using Joy
as the moderator?
Melanie, come on.
That is such an obvious ploy
it's almost beneath you.
We need somebody impartial
who won't steer the conversation
to benefit your candidate.
Stop being so damn stubborn!
I'm not taking clothing advice
from a limey bone bag
who shops at sluts fifth Avenue.
Said the geriatric booze bag
who shops at forever 91.
You know what?
We're fine with joy as the moderator.
Good evening, Cleveland.
I'm Rejoyla Scroggs, your moderator.
Welcome to the city council debate
between councilman Jim Powell
and challenger Elka Ostrovsky.
[Applause]
With you helping him,
he's gonna sound like a pompous windbag.
With you helping her, she's gonna sound
like an uninformed bubblehead.
I have collected questions
from the audience,
and to the gentleman
who asked for my number,
I'm flattered
but in a relationship and very happy.
If you want her number,
check the men's room wall.
And if you want Elka's number,
check the wall of king tut's tomb.
Now, let's start the debate
with councilman Powell's opening statement.
I'm a disabled African-American
Ohio state football hero,
and no offense, my opponent is not.
You can't run on just that.
The people seem to like it.
Kept me office for ten years.
Well, that's about to change.
You're going down, Powell.
Well, this is nice.
Such a relief not to be thinking about sex.
Huge relief.
I mean, there's nothing erotic
about a city council debate.
I couldn't be less turned on.
Now, Elka, would you like
to make your opening statement?
More dog parks. Vote Elka.
[Applause]
Shades of Winston Churchill.
On to the next question.
Councilman Powell,
studies show that 20% of local sewer lines
fail to meet municipal standards.
20% below standards.
Now, that's something we wouldn't know
if we were off having sex.
So true.
There's no reason to rush things.
- Now?
- Now.
- But we'll miss the debate.
- I have a radio in my car.
Next question.
People like a candidate they can relate to.
What makes you the candidate
the people would like to have a drink with?
I wonder who put that one in.
Well, I'm just an Ohio state football hero,
and for you listeners out there,
my opponent is 92 years old,
not exactly the type of person
you want to knock back some cold ones with.
Am I right?
I might try a drink.
I've been known to sip a little Sherry
at Christmas.
Oh, no. Elka can't hold her liquor.
She'll get drunk and embarrass herself.
Well, since the voters have suggested it,
why not have a beer right now?
Or vodka shots.
Seriously?
If that's what the people want.
[Cheers and applause]
Set 'em up. We're doing shots.
It's almost too easy.
Which is why I promise
to find more money for public schools.
[Chuckles]
[Applause]
Councilman Powell, your rebuttal?
She said "butt."
Actually miss Ostrovsky's
ludicrous assertion...
That school vouchers could ever be tenable
for this community is nothing
more than a flight of fancy
down a carrollian rabbit hole.
Something, something, rabbit hole.
What the hell?
Thank you councilman Powell
for that illuminating response.
And for those of you keeping track at home,
that's seven shots of vodka
for both candidates.
I'd be very surprised
if the presidential debaters
adopted this format.
- That was amazing.
- Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
I kind of liked having a stick ***
poking in my ribs again.
You know, we spent so much time
trying to be adult about everything
when it turns out we just had
to be a couple of teenagers.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yes, let's go back to my place
and enjoy some silk sheets and champagne.
Now we can be a couple
of teenagers with money.
Actually my response
to your thought-provoking query
might just surprise you.
There you are, Donald.
Melanie.
You look so sexy
I don't think I can keep my hands off you.
Oh. That feels good.
Oh, that feels good.
Don't stop.
Wait until I get you home,
you dirty little girl.
Councilman Powell? Councilman Powell?
I told you he was going down.
Unfortunately councilman Powell
has fallen ill.
I'm sure he would want to remind you
that he is a disabled African-American
Ohio state football hero.
Well, seeing as we only have one candidate
who is still conscious,
it looks like the debate is over,
so by default...
Not so fast,Downton abbey.
Who are you?
I am councilman Powell's
aunt Esther Jean Johnson.
- I will take his place.
- She can't do that.
Actually, sub clause 8.3
allows for substitutions.
I've read the bylaws.
"I've read the bylaws."
All right.
Councilman Powell, when you were elected,
you promised to put lights up
in the park baseball fields.
- Why hasn't that happened?
- What?
I told him to do that.
I also told him
to go to church every Sunday,
but he didn't do that either.
Oh, that boy gets me riled.
Right, next question.
You know what the problem
is with young people?
Is they don't understand hard work.
They ask, "how much do I get
to mow the lawn?"
And then I ask, "well, what do
I get for not whupping you?"
Preaching to the choir.
And don't get me started
on young men in coffee shops
ordering them nonfat decaf soy lattes.
Cowboy up and order some milk.
Is that really a pressing problem?
Well, who asked you,
skinny-ass Mary Poppins?
That's a good one.
And what about men who say they'll call you
but they don't?
They will if I'm elected.
I like your style, honey child.
But why do you have to run
against my nephew?
Can't you run against someone else?
Your nephew wants to close
all the dog parks.
What? Oh, hell no.
I take my dogs to the park every day.
Now, where are Bling and Teddy Pendergrass
supposed to do their business?
That's what I'm saying.
Everybody, I am changing my vote.
Councilman Powell's
Beyonce look-alike aunt...
- What?
- It'll be on the radio.
They can't see.
Anyway, I'm supporting Elka,
and you should too.
[Cheers and applause]
Now, stand up and give me a hug.
I am standing up.
Oh, well, then just give me some sugar.
Out of my way, London bridge.
[Applause]
And that's how you do politics.
Congratulations, Elka.
You fired up the cranky old lady vote.
There's gonna be a lot of cars
driving very slowly to the polls.
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 92-year-old woman
who had 10 shots of vodka.
And congratulations to you, Victoria.
You and J.J. finally got together.
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 10-year-old woman
who had 92 shots of vodka.
You know, you try to be
so careful and mature,
but sometimes you just have to do
what comes naturally and repeatedly.
You really like him, don't you?
I do.
Yeah, I think we were both just afraid
because we see a future in this,
and we don't want to make a mistake.
Well, maybe I'm so afraid
of making a mistake
that I'm choosing men
I have no future with.
I just want to wake up
with someone I can stand.
I have that with Mitch. I'm gonna call him.
Yeah, I'm gonna call J.J..
I'm gonna call Donald.
- Donald!
- Yes, milady.
- He's here?
- Yeah, he's upstairs.
I'll choose a man
I have a future with tomorrow.
With apologies to the bard,
pray borrow cupid's wings,
soar with them above
to this our common bed.
[Sighs] He's such a schmuck.
Coming
So, should we call it a night?
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 92-year-old vodka
who had 10 shots of women
in front of a live studio audience.
So in the debate,
if Councilman Powell suggests
you're too old for city council,
what would you say?
I'd say I feel like
an energetic 40-year-old.
In fact, I could go for one right now.
Politics is a dirty business.
Okay, you have got to stop binge-watching
House of cards.
You're not Kevin spacey.
Stop talking to an imaginary camera.
Okay, I'll stop. Fine.
Or will I?
Elka, you can't just wing this.
The winner of this debate
has won the last five elections.
I could concentrate a lot better
if I had a cocktail.
Just because the debate is at the bar
doesn't mean you can drink.
The only thing on the table
will be a pitcher of water.
You know what looks
a lot like a pitcher of water?
A pitcher of vodka.
Just saying.
Well, I'm off to meet J.J.
So is it finally just you and him tonight?
Oh, God, I hope so.
Every time we go out, he invites people
from the nearby tables to come join us.
Well, I suppose tonight
you could reserve all the tables
around you with fake names
so that no one else shows up,
but that would be selfish and unethical.
Yes, that would be.
You already did it, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
I just wish I understood why
he doesn't want to be alone with me.
A mystery for the ages.
You always look so elegant.
Every time we go out together,
I feel like lady and the tramp
sharing a bowl of spaghetti.
Oh, don't be silly, J.J. I don't eat carbs.
So this is nice, isn't it?
Just the two of us.
Hi, folks. Welcome to Stormi's.
And truly, thanks for coming.
All these empty tables. No-shows.
Who does that?
Anyway, I'm heading out,
but I'll take your drink orders
and send your waiter.
- Two vodka Martinis.
- Okay.
And, hey, if your shift is over,
why don't you join us?
No, I wouldn't want to interrupt
your romantic dinner.
Be right back.
Jj, have I done something wrong?
Why are you afraid to be alone with me?
Are you not attracted to me?
- I'm nuts about you.
- Well, then what is it?
There's something I need to tell you.
See, I started dating my wife
when she was nine years old.
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
No, no, I was nine years old too.
We were childhood sweethearts.
We even waited.
We were virgins on our wedding night.
Oh, that is so sweet
and dear and old-fashioned
and so you.
So just the one?
Yeah, just the one woman,
but we did it a lot of times.
And she had a subscription to Cosmo,
so we tried stuff.
You're answering questions I'm not asking.
Well, I know you've had more than one.
You've probably had more
like seven or eight.
Well, seven or eight are in the number.
And I'm not the kind of guy
who likes to admit he's scared.
Well, you don't need to be.
But how about from now on we keep our dates
to just the two of us?
Done. Nobody else.
You know, I was thinking
about your kind offer,
and I've been managing
this restaurant for 15 years,
and no one's ever asked me
to join them before.
Thank you.
And the answer is yes.
So what are we talking about?
We were just talking about feelings
and our relationship
and the ins and outs
of the emotional landscape of our future.
Mm-hmm.
You know what? I forgot.
I do need to get home tonight.
And that's how you get rid of a man
and make him think it's his idea.
Yeah, Elka, I'm at the bar now.
Powell's people want to set
the debate up in the main room.
Donald?
Melanie.
Oh, yeah, that English professor
I used to date is here.
Yeah, he does kind of look
like buzz Lightyear.
Wow, Donald, hi.
So great to see you. How long's it been?
- Like, two years, maybe.
- Wow.
You still look as ravishing as ever.
Well, when you talk like that,
it makes me wonder
what we ever broke up about.
Well, it's pedantic to insist,
but one shouldn't end one's sentences
with prepositions.
Now I remember.
Still haven't gotten over
your terminal pompousness, huh?
You mean pomposity,
and one doesn't get over terminal things.
Well, you're a terminal pain in the ass,
and I got over you.
Did you?
Okay, just to be clear,
it's been a long drought,
so this is purely physical for me.
Well, for me as well.
It's not like I'm getting
anything intellectual.
Oh, my God. Okay, you know what?
You have to go.
It may surprise you,
given your low opinion of me,
but I am helping Elka out
with her campaign for city council.
Oh, doesn't surprise me one bit.
In fact, I knew the entire time.
I'm coaching her opponent,
councilman Powell,
for the debate.
What? Why didn't you tell me?
I wouldn't have slept with you
if I'd known that.
I think you answered your own question.
I'm like any other guy when it comes
to getting some fleeting,
barbarian pleasure.
How's that for some barbarian pleasure?
[Upbeat music]
♪ Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba ♪
♪ Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
Donald is councilman Powell's debate coach.
I just slept with the enemy.
Did you get any secrets out of him?
No, but I may have let one of ours slip.
I may have mentioned
that you seem a little crazy
now that you're talking
to an imaginary camera.
You talk about Elka
while you're having sex?
You know I'm not good at dirty talk.
Well, I found out why J.J.'s been nervous
about being alone with me.
He's never been with another woman
besides his wife.
Really. Only her?
- He's a one-gin.
- A one-gin?
It's our term
for someone who's one step away
from being a virgin.
We really like each other,
so it's really just a matter of time
before I take his one-ginity.
I'm not sure I could take
that kind of pressure,
following somebody
who was the love of his life.
Oh, I hadn't thought about that.
And she died,
so everything about her
becomes more heightened
and perfect in his mind.
That's how I feel
about my night with Sinatra.
Wait, I want people to know about that.
That's how I feel
about my night with Sinatra.
I don't want to compete
with his wife's memory.
I just need to put that out of my mind.
So if he's a one-gin,
what does that make you, a 10,000-gin?
I wouldn't talk about
how much gin one of us has had.
Every now and then,
I like to give her a victory.
Wow.
I mean... wow.
- Great night.
- Lovely night.
- Should we go upstairs?
- We could.
Victoria, I know this is strange,
but I keep thinking
my late wife is gonna walk in
and catch me cheating on her.
And I keep thinking about
how much you loved her.
And you wrote
that beautiful movie about her,
and I just don't know
if I could ever be as good as her.
And I don't know if I could ever be as good
as those seven or eight guys
you've been with.
I'm more scared now
than when they dropped me
in a rice paddy in 'Nam.
I hope that's not an example
of your pillow talk.
[Laughs]
I should be ready for this.
I went to church. I lit a candle.
Sexy.
You know what?
We're both putting
too much pressure on ourselves.
You're right. I mean, we're adults.
We can wait.
We'll know when the time is right.
Mm, and when that time comes,
I know my wife will be
looking down on us and smiling.
Again, sexy.
How does this keep happening?
I don't even like you.
We were just supposed to discuss
the debate ground rules.
Well, we get angry at each other,
and the passion flows.
It's like act three of Tosca
where Puccini so exquisitely captures...
Oh, my God. I don't care.
Can we just get back to the debate, okay?
What is so wrong with using Joy
as the moderator?
Melanie, come on.
That is such an obvious ploy
it's almost beneath you.
We need somebody impartial
who won't steer the conversation
to benefit your candidate.
Stop being so damn stubborn!
I'm not taking clothing advice
from a limey bone bag
who shops at sluts fifth Avenue.
Said the geriatric booze bag
who shops at forever 91.
You know what?
We're fine with joy as the moderator.
Good evening, Cleveland.
I'm Rejoyla Scroggs, your moderator.
Welcome to the city council debate
between councilman Jim Powell
and challenger Elka Ostrovsky.
[Applause]
With you helping him,
he's gonna sound like a pompous windbag.
With you helping her, she's gonna sound
like an uninformed bubblehead.
I have collected questions
from the audience,
and to the gentleman
who asked for my number,
I'm flattered
but in a relationship and very happy.
If you want her number,
check the men's room wall.
And if you want Elka's number,
check the wall of king tut's tomb.
Now, let's start the debate
with councilman Powell's opening statement.
I'm a disabled African-American
Ohio state football hero,
and no offense, my opponent is not.
You can't run on just that.
The people seem to like it.
Kept me office for ten years.
Well, that's about to change.
You're going down, Powell.
Well, this is nice.
Such a relief not to be thinking about sex.
Huge relief.
I mean, there's nothing erotic
about a city council debate.
I couldn't be less turned on.
Now, Elka, would you like
to make your opening statement?
More dog parks. Vote Elka.
[Applause]
Shades of Winston Churchill.
On to the next question.
Councilman Powell,
studies show that 20% of local sewer lines
fail to meet municipal standards.
20% below standards.
Now, that's something we wouldn't know
if we were off having sex.
So true.
There's no reason to rush things.
- Now?
- Now.
- But we'll miss the debate.
- I have a radio in my car.
Next question.
People like a candidate they can relate to.
What makes you the candidate
the people would like to have a drink with?
I wonder who put that one in.
Well, I'm just an Ohio state football hero,
and for you listeners out there,
my opponent is 92 years old,
not exactly the type of person
you want to knock back some cold ones with.
Am I right?
I might try a drink.
I've been known to sip a little Sherry
at Christmas.
Oh, no. Elka can't hold her liquor.
She'll get drunk and embarrass herself.
Well, since the voters have suggested it,
why not have a beer right now?
Or vodka shots.
Seriously?
If that's what the people want.
[Cheers and applause]
Set 'em up. We're doing shots.
It's almost too easy.
Which is why I promise
to find more money for public schools.
[Chuckles]
[Applause]
Councilman Powell, your rebuttal?
She said "butt."
Actually miss Ostrovsky's
ludicrous assertion...
That school vouchers could ever be tenable
for this community is nothing
more than a flight of fancy
down a carrollian rabbit hole.
Something, something, rabbit hole.
What the hell?
Thank you councilman Powell
for that illuminating response.
And for those of you keeping track at home,
that's seven shots of vodka
for both candidates.
I'd be very surprised
if the presidential debaters
adopted this format.
- That was amazing.
- Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
I kind of liked having a stick ***
poking in my ribs again.
You know, we spent so much time
trying to be adult about everything
when it turns out we just had
to be a couple of teenagers.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yes, let's go back to my place
and enjoy some silk sheets and champagne.
Now we can be a couple
of teenagers with money.
Actually my response
to your thought-provoking query
might just surprise you.
There you are, Donald.
Melanie.
You look so sexy
I don't think I can keep my hands off you.
Oh. That feels good.
Oh, that feels good.
Don't stop.
Wait until I get you home,
you dirty little girl.
Councilman Powell? Councilman Powell?
I told you he was going down.
Unfortunately councilman Powell
has fallen ill.
I'm sure he would want to remind you
that he is a disabled African-American
Ohio state football hero.
Well, seeing as we only have one candidate
who is still conscious,
it looks like the debate is over,
so by default...
Not so fast,Downton abbey.
Who are you?
I am councilman Powell's
aunt Esther Jean Johnson.
- I will take his place.
- She can't do that.
Actually, sub clause 8.3
allows for substitutions.
I've read the bylaws.
"I've read the bylaws."
All right.
Councilman Powell, when you were elected,
you promised to put lights up
in the park baseball fields.
- Why hasn't that happened?
- What?
I told him to do that.
I also told him
to go to church every Sunday,
but he didn't do that either.
Oh, that boy gets me riled.
Right, next question.
You know what the problem
is with young people?
Is they don't understand hard work.
They ask, "how much do I get
to mow the lawn?"
And then I ask, "well, what do
I get for not whupping you?"
Preaching to the choir.
And don't get me started
on young men in coffee shops
ordering them nonfat decaf soy lattes.
Cowboy up and order some milk.
Is that really a pressing problem?
Well, who asked you,
skinny-ass Mary Poppins?
That's a good one.
And what about men who say they'll call you
but they don't?
They will if I'm elected.
I like your style, honey child.
But why do you have to run
against my nephew?
Can't you run against someone else?
Your nephew wants to close
all the dog parks.
What? Oh, hell no.
I take my dogs to the park every day.
Now, where are Bling and Teddy Pendergrass
supposed to do their business?
That's what I'm saying.
Everybody, I am changing my vote.
Councilman Powell's
Beyonce look-alike aunt...
- What?
- It'll be on the radio.
They can't see.
Anyway, I'm supporting Elka,
and you should too.
[Cheers and applause]
Now, stand up and give me a hug.
I am standing up.
Oh, well, then just give me some sugar.
Out of my way, London bridge.
[Applause]
And that's how you do politics.
Congratulations, Elka.
You fired up the cranky old lady vote.
There's gonna be a lot of cars
driving very slowly to the polls.
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 92-year-old woman
who had 10 shots of vodka.
And congratulations to you, Victoria.
You and J.J. finally got together.
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 10-year-old woman
who had 92 shots of vodka.
You know, you try to be
so careful and mature,
but sometimes you just have to do
what comes naturally and repeatedly.
You really like him, don't you?
I do.
Yeah, I think we were both just afraid
because we see a future in this,
and we don't want to make a mistake.
Well, maybe I'm so afraid
of making a mistake
that I'm choosing men
I have no future with.
I just want to wake up
with someone I can stand.
I have that with Mitch. I'm gonna call him.
Yeah, I'm gonna call J.J..
I'm gonna call Donald.
- Donald!
- Yes, milady.
- He's here?
- Yeah, he's upstairs.
I'll choose a man
I have a future with tomorrow.
With apologies to the bard,
pray borrow cupid's wings,
soar with them above
to this our common bed.
[Sighs] He's such a schmuck.
Coming
So, should we call it a night?
I'm no hero.
I'm just a 92-year-old vodka
who had 10 shots of women