Raising Hope (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 22 - Mother's Day - full transcript
On Mother's Day, the Chance boys set out to treat their mothers and even track down Maw-Maw's Norma June, whom they ignored being alive, eagerly helped by Barney, but find the crone no less amnesiac and vicious. Virginia is jealous of Sabrina getting the present 'from Hope', feeling she's raising her granddaughter with the boys, but comes to realize that Sabrina is worse off with such a useless mother of her own.
Does the song
"Glow Worm"
by the Mills Brothers
mean anything to you?
No.
Go get the record player.
Maybe it'll shake
something loose.
Oh, hey, look.
Here's the recipe for your
mother's pasta sauce.
Fill your dress full of
the neighbor's tomatoes,
add five bottles of
homemade red wine--
drinking as you go--
finish off with a
fistful of garlic
and three pounds
of ground varmint.
Any of that jog any memories?
Uh...
no.
Hey, happy Mother's Day.
Thanks.
What's with all the stuff?
Your father and I
thought it'd be a nice
Mother's Day gift for Maw Maw
if we helped her remember she
actually had a mother once.
But so far,
we're not having any luck.
We can't find
any pictures of her.
I'm telling you,
I don't think I had a mother.
Maybe she didn't.
I mean, none of
us ever saw her.
Maw Maw is pretty old.
Maw Maw,
you might be the first woman.
It's possible.
She had a mother.
Her name was Norma June.
Hey, where's Sabrina?
Oh, she's still
outside with Hope.
She's trying
to track down her mother
so she can wish her
a happy Mother's Day.
No, I don't want
to order takeout.
I, uh... I have a hotel from
Beijing on the other line,
and I was wondering if you
could tell me how to say,
"Is my mother there?"
Fine, I'll take an
order of egg rolls.
♪ Shine, little glowworm,
glimmer, glimmer... ♪
Keep playing it, Burt.
Is it your mother, Maw Maw?
Does this song
remind you of your mother?
No, my father.
He used to play this
record all the time.
And-and-and we
would dance all...
Burt, turn it off.
Maw Maw, why don't you
go in the backyard
and see if you can get us
a varmint for dinner.
On it.
At least now we know
we can jog her memory
if we find the right thing.
Hey, um, can I borrow
this little box?
Yeah, I guess. Why?
Well, I was going to save it
for Mother's Day dinner, but...
I'm pretty excited
about it, so...
Here.
Check it out.
Hope made it at daycare.
Oh, my God.
I love it.
I absolutely love it.
I'm never taking it off.
Oh, Mom, yeah,
the necklace isn't for you;
it's for Sabrina.
Excuse me?
Uh... it's
for Sabrina.
I'm going to give it to her
at-at dinner tonight.
That's... that's why I'm
going to put it in the box.
Uh, well...
I feel stupid.
Here you go.
All right, hey, you know,
I'm-I'm sorry that you
thought it was for you.
Hey.
Hey, uh, did you get
in touch with your mom?
Uh, not yet.
From what I can tell,
she's on a tandem bike tour
of the Great Wall of China
with some guy named Ping.
I couldn't find a varmint.
But I found three critters
and a rascal.
Beef jerky, kettle corn
and soda.
Well, that's got diabetes
and road trip
written all over it.
Where you headed?
Up to Hagerstown.
Gonna take some pictures
of the house
Maw Maw grew up in
and see if it
shakes loose
any memories of her mother.
Huh, I was going to take
a road trip today, too.
Visit my two moms
for Mother's Day.
But they canceled
to go outlet shopping.
Flannel Dome's
having a big sale.
Yeah, looks like
Barney spent a weekend
in Washington marching
to give them the right
to break my heart.
You know,
if you want some company,
I'll be glad to come along.
Uh, why not?
Always nice to have
some company in the car
in case a duet
comes on the radio.
Frank, you're in charge.
I'm not sure if I'm up to it.
Today's Mother's Day,
and I haven't talked
to my mom in...
Frank, suck it up.
Nobody cares.
I'd like to drive on
the way back, if you don't mind.
Not that I didn't
enjoy the excitement
of beating that train
at the crossing,
but you can only turn your
underwear inside out once.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm just taking a few pictures.
Actually, I was wondering
if I could take
some pictures inside, too.
My wife's great-grandmother
used to live here.
Her name's Norma June Mayfair.
What the hell do you want?
Nothing.
We don't want anything.
We'll leave.
We're leaving.
Why did you say my name?
I didn't.
I said Norma June May...
Wait a minute.
Are you Norma June Mayfair?
You bet your ass I am.
I want my mommies.
What you want?
Calm down.
I'm a relative of yours.
I'm married to your
great-granddaughter, Virginia.
Her grandmother's your daughter.
I don't have a daughter.
Well, Burt, I don't
think the little guy
from Lord of the
Rings would lie,
so I think we should
be on our way.
Look, you're very old,
and if you're anything
like your daughter,
I'm sure your memory
isn't great,
but you have a family
who loves you.
They just thought you were dead.
I am dead.
I've been dead for 20 years.
Are you an angel?
Are you here
to take me to Heaven?
Huh?
She's a ghost, Burt.
She's a ghost, and we're
the only people seeing her.
Maybe we're dead, too.
I bet you didn't
really beat that train
at the crossing and we got hit.
Damn you, Burt.
I had so much to live for.
I never saw Breaking Bad.
I was saving it.
Why did I save it?!
Excuse me, sir?
Do you see an extremely
old woman on the porch?
Norma June?
Yeah, I see her.
So, the shotgun
aimed at your head...
not a concern for you?
No, the gun's empty.
We do this every day.
She's harmless.
Hasn't left the house in years.
She thinks she's dead
and she's waiting for
angels to come get her.
What kind of varmint is this?
This is amazing.
Maw Maw's mother is alive.
Sh-Should we call Virginia
and have her bring Maw Maw here?
No, no.
I want that to be a
surprise for Virginia, too.
This is going to be
the best Mother's Day ever.
We're bringing Norma June
home with us.
Norma June.
Who the hell are you?
Are you an angel?
No, my name is Burt.
And I'm going to
take you home with us.
You're going to
meet your daughter.
I ain't got no daughter.
Now, get!
Look, I know there
aren't any bullets
in the gun, so...
Well, I wonder what she does
to keep in shape.
She's quite spry.
Maw Maw's ma sure
put a lot of red wine
in her pasta sauce.
Most of the alcohol burns off
when you cook it.
Yeah, even still,
we should make
a separate batch for Hope.
Not that drunk three-year-olds
aren't funny,
but she has a hard enough time
walking a straight line
as it is.
Actually, Hope's been walking
pretty good for a while.
How long has it been?
Sabrina,
do you remember when Hope
took her first steps?
Um, I'm not sure.
Oh, that's right.
You weren't around back then.
I remember my back
always hurt
from walking hunched over
holding her little hands.
That was a mother of a job.
Okay, Mom.
But that wasn't
anywhere near as bad
as when she cut her first tooth.
Were you around for that,
Sabrina? I can't remember.
Oh, it's probably my mom.
It's an international call.
Mom?
Hi, Mr. Ping.
Oh, sorry,
Ping's your first name.
Can you cool it
with the questions?
What? I'm just making
conversation.
Filled with questions one would
think a mother should know.
Sabrina knows plenty about Hope.
Not as much as me.
It's not a trivia contest, Mom.
The macaroni necklace
doesn't go to the person
who knows the date
that Hope switched from diapers
to big-girl pants.
December 14. I bought them for her,
and they had butterflies on them.
You're being insane.
Hey, did you
get to wish your mom
a Happy Mother's Day?
Nope. Ping said
she's at a casino
in Macau on an epic
18-hour blackjack run.
She thinks, if she gets
on the phone with me,
it'll be bad luck.
I need some "shut up" lollipops
and Band-Aids.
The neighbor kid fell
into my varmint trapping pit.
Who are you?
What do you want?
♪ We are from Heaven ♪
♪ Ah... ♪
And we want you.
You are, uh,
Norma June Mayfair, right?
Yes.
Good.
We were supposed
to pick you up years ago
and take you to Heaven,
but, uh, there was a mix-up.
God sends his apologies.
Angels have wings
and halos,
and-and their breath
doesn't smell like beef jerky
and kettle corn.
♪ Shine, little glowworm,
glimmer, glimmer ♪
♪ Shine, little glowworm, glimmer, glimmer ♪
Ooh.
I-I... I know that song.
I think my husband
used to sing it.
I think I had a husband.
Yes, you did.
And you can see
your family again...
if you come with us.
I promise.
♪ Lead us down the
path we wander ♪
♪ Love's sweet voice
is calling yonder ♪
♪ Shine, little
glowworm, glimmer, glimmer ♪
♪ Hey there,
don't get dimmer, dimmer ♪
♪ Light the path below, above
and lead us on to love ♪
Hey!
Virginia!
Virginia!
I got a surprise for Maw Maw.
I got a surprise for everybody.
Did you get pictures
of the house?
Better.
Look what I found.
Burt, what is that?
It's your
great-grandmother.
She's alive.
What?
So you're God and...
this is Heaven?
I gave up 5,000
Sunday mornings for this?
But it can't be her.
She'd have to be...
104.
Yep.
Who are you two ragamuffins?
Good Lord.
What is that?
It's your
great-great-grandmother.
Happy Mother's Day, everybody.
Mom?
Barbara June?
You!
You.
Oh, my.
You wrinkled prune!
You dim-witted
nincompoop!
Nincompoop?
How dare you call me the...
N-word?
Stop it.
This is crazy.
Why do you two
hate each other so much?
I'll tell you why.
I remember it
like it was yesterday.
You don't remember yesterday.
Good point.
But I remember this.
My mother sent me out
to buy some heating oil.
The man said he'd bring
the oil to the house,
but I was flimflammed.
On the way home, I saw
a new movie was opening,
but I didn't have any money,
so I used
my feminine wiles
to get in for free.
When I got home,
my mother was furious.
She accused me of spending
the oil money
to go to the movies.
So I headed west
from Hagerstown to Natesville,
and that was the last
I ever saw of her.
So you two haven't
spoken in 70 years
over a misunderstanding?
There's no misunderstanding.
She stole from me-- 25 big ones.
So you're telling me that
this fight is only over $25?
25 cents.
Those were "big ones" back then.
Fine.
This is all I ever wanted.
My little girl.
Mommy.
Best Mother's Day ever.
This is so sweet.
I've got to use your john.
It might be a while.
I can't tell you what for
'cause a lady
doesn't discuss her business.
And on those notes...
it's time for dinner.
I'll help you set the table.
Just make sure you give Hope
her favorite color dish.
What are you doing?
Pink's not Hope's
favorite color.
Yeah, it is.
No, that's just part
of a girly phase
she's going through right now.
Green has always been
her favorite color.
It was also her first word.
Except she called it "geen."
It was so cute.
Of course you weren't...
There. Yeah, I know.
Is there something going on?
Hey, you know what?
Uh, I was gonna wait
till after dinner to do this,
but the anticipation
is killing me.
So, go on.
Mmm.
Did you...?
Oh, my goodness.
And look, you even painted it
your favorite
color "geen."
Jimmy, did I do something?
Yep, you married
into a crazy family.
I'll be right back.
Leave me alone.
I think you're acting pretty
silly over a macaroni necklace.
It's not about
the necklace, Jimmy.
The only good female
family relationship
I had left was me and Hope
I barely remember my mother.
Maw Maw barely
remembers anything.
This was it.
She was my little girl.
Fruitcake?
When the hell
did I eat fruitcake?
Hope's still your little girl.
Not for long.
As she grows up,
she'll never even remember
the time when it
was just me and her.
Sabrina will be
her mother, and...
I'll just be the crazy old lady
screaming from the bathroom.
Norma June,
it's been a little while.
You need some help in there?
Norma June?
Burt, could you
come here for a second?
I think she's dead.
Did you try
mouth-to-mouth?
Uh...
yeah.
But maybe you should
give it a shot.
Uh...
Nah, she's dead.
Worst Mother's Day ever.
Is that fruitcake?
Ah, man, do we really
need a stretcher?
I'm trying to hide this
from the rest of the family
so it doesn't put a
damper on Mother's Day.
Can't we just Weekend at
Bernie's her out of here?
Shouldn't we tell Barbara June?
It's her mother.
Maw Maw.
Chow time, warden?
Do you have a mother?
Nope.
As long as she doesn't see
her again, I think we're good.
Hey.
Hey.
I want you to have this.
No. That's yours.
Hope made it for you.
Jimmy wants you to have it.
I was just being...
crazy.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
That's why I'm gonna keep
the necklace that Hope made.
'Cause this one is one
that I made for you.
Happy Mother's Day.
That's very sweet,
but it's not
Mother-in-Law's Day;
it's Mother's Day.
You should give that
to your mother.
Over the last few
years, you have been
more of a mother to me
than my mother ever was.
I want you to have this.
I see what you're doing,
and it's very sweet, but...
What's my favorite color?
What is it?
Orange.
And you know that because...?
Because, for your wedding,
you and I spent two days
driving to every supermarket
in town
buying all the orange flowers.
And how did I chip my tooth?
You thought you could skateboard
drunk on Cinco de Mayo.
And you not only
chipped your tooth,
you sprained your ankle.
And when did I start
walking again?
Three days later
on Ocho de Mayo.
Oh.
You should take that.
Hello?
Hello?
Mom, is that you?
Mom, I can't hear you
over the music.
Oh, crap.
Is this here for me?
No.
Good.
Bye, Jimmy.
Surprised you made it this far.
Smells like someone
died in here.
Yeah, I was just calling to
wish you a Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day.
Oh, no, no, wait.
I want you to hear this.
Hey, Mom?
What's my favorite color?
I'm gonna guess black,
since your husband is black.
Hmm, yeah,
that's my stepsister.
Oh, then I don't know
your favorite color.
Say red.
Red is very powerful color.
Like Tiger Woods on final day.
Mom, do you remember how old
I was I when I first walked?
Got my first tooth
and said my first word?
I don't know.
If you can't remember
those things,
how the heck am I supposed to?
Look, I got to go.
But thanks for calling.
Happy birthday.
No, it's Mother's...
Ah, there's my favorite moms.
Hmm.
Hey, aren't we missing
a table setting?
Oh, uh, Norma June left.
Don't tell me her and Maw Maw
got in another fight.
No, uh, she left peacefully.
Very peacefully.
I'll give you the details later.
This pasta sauce
tastes familiar.
Yup, this is my mother's recipe.
Do you remember your mother?
Oh, yeah.
We had a falling out
a long time ago,
but in the end,
I think we made up.
Oh. Oh.
Ooh, I got to take that.
Save me a meatball.
I don't want to gross
everybody out,
but we did not make
meatballs for this pasta.
Hello?
Ah, yes.
Yeah, me and
Lucy Liu.
Lin-sanity!
It's just me.
Stop it.
It's just her.
Did it work?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It worked.
She totally bought it.
Thank you.
So, your mother
never called, huh?
No.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I'm with my family.
♪ I want a mom
that will last forever ♪
♪ I want a mom
to make it all better ♪
♪ I want a mom to take my hand ♪
♪ And make me feel
like a holiday ♪
♪ A mom to tuck me in at night
and chase the monsters away... ♪
"Glow Worm"
by the Mills Brothers
mean anything to you?
No.
Go get the record player.
Maybe it'll shake
something loose.
Oh, hey, look.
Here's the recipe for your
mother's pasta sauce.
Fill your dress full of
the neighbor's tomatoes,
add five bottles of
homemade red wine--
drinking as you go--
finish off with a
fistful of garlic
and three pounds
of ground varmint.
Any of that jog any memories?
Uh...
no.
Hey, happy Mother's Day.
Thanks.
What's with all the stuff?
Your father and I
thought it'd be a nice
Mother's Day gift for Maw Maw
if we helped her remember she
actually had a mother once.
But so far,
we're not having any luck.
We can't find
any pictures of her.
I'm telling you,
I don't think I had a mother.
Maybe she didn't.
I mean, none of
us ever saw her.
Maw Maw is pretty old.
Maw Maw,
you might be the first woman.
It's possible.
She had a mother.
Her name was Norma June.
Hey, where's Sabrina?
Oh, she's still
outside with Hope.
She's trying
to track down her mother
so she can wish her
a happy Mother's Day.
No, I don't want
to order takeout.
I, uh... I have a hotel from
Beijing on the other line,
and I was wondering if you
could tell me how to say,
"Is my mother there?"
Fine, I'll take an
order of egg rolls.
♪ Shine, little glowworm,
glimmer, glimmer... ♪
Keep playing it, Burt.
Is it your mother, Maw Maw?
Does this song
remind you of your mother?
No, my father.
He used to play this
record all the time.
And-and-and we
would dance all...
Burt, turn it off.
Maw Maw, why don't you
go in the backyard
and see if you can get us
a varmint for dinner.
On it.
At least now we know
we can jog her memory
if we find the right thing.
Hey, um, can I borrow
this little box?
Yeah, I guess. Why?
Well, I was going to save it
for Mother's Day dinner, but...
I'm pretty excited
about it, so...
Here.
Check it out.
Hope made it at daycare.
Oh, my God.
I love it.
I absolutely love it.
I'm never taking it off.
Oh, Mom, yeah,
the necklace isn't for you;
it's for Sabrina.
Excuse me?
Uh... it's
for Sabrina.
I'm going to give it to her
at-at dinner tonight.
That's... that's why I'm
going to put it in the box.
Uh, well...
I feel stupid.
Here you go.
All right, hey, you know,
I'm-I'm sorry that you
thought it was for you.
Hey.
Hey, uh, did you get
in touch with your mom?
Uh, not yet.
From what I can tell,
she's on a tandem bike tour
of the Great Wall of China
with some guy named Ping.
I couldn't find a varmint.
But I found three critters
and a rascal.
Beef jerky, kettle corn
and soda.
Well, that's got diabetes
and road trip
written all over it.
Where you headed?
Up to Hagerstown.
Gonna take some pictures
of the house
Maw Maw grew up in
and see if it
shakes loose
any memories of her mother.
Huh, I was going to take
a road trip today, too.
Visit my two moms
for Mother's Day.
But they canceled
to go outlet shopping.
Flannel Dome's
having a big sale.
Yeah, looks like
Barney spent a weekend
in Washington marching
to give them the right
to break my heart.
You know,
if you want some company,
I'll be glad to come along.
Uh, why not?
Always nice to have
some company in the car
in case a duet
comes on the radio.
Frank, you're in charge.
I'm not sure if I'm up to it.
Today's Mother's Day,
and I haven't talked
to my mom in...
Frank, suck it up.
Nobody cares.
I'd like to drive on
the way back, if you don't mind.
Not that I didn't
enjoy the excitement
of beating that train
at the crossing,
but you can only turn your
underwear inside out once.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm just taking a few pictures.
Actually, I was wondering
if I could take
some pictures inside, too.
My wife's great-grandmother
used to live here.
Her name's Norma June Mayfair.
What the hell do you want?
Nothing.
We don't want anything.
We'll leave.
We're leaving.
Why did you say my name?
I didn't.
I said Norma June May...
Wait a minute.
Are you Norma June Mayfair?
You bet your ass I am.
I want my mommies.
What you want?
Calm down.
I'm a relative of yours.
I'm married to your
great-granddaughter, Virginia.
Her grandmother's your daughter.
I don't have a daughter.
Well, Burt, I don't
think the little guy
from Lord of the
Rings would lie,
so I think we should
be on our way.
Look, you're very old,
and if you're anything
like your daughter,
I'm sure your memory
isn't great,
but you have a family
who loves you.
They just thought you were dead.
I am dead.
I've been dead for 20 years.
Are you an angel?
Are you here
to take me to Heaven?
Huh?
She's a ghost, Burt.
She's a ghost, and we're
the only people seeing her.
Maybe we're dead, too.
I bet you didn't
really beat that train
at the crossing and we got hit.
Damn you, Burt.
I had so much to live for.
I never saw Breaking Bad.
I was saving it.
Why did I save it?!
Excuse me, sir?
Do you see an extremely
old woman on the porch?
Norma June?
Yeah, I see her.
So, the shotgun
aimed at your head...
not a concern for you?
No, the gun's empty.
We do this every day.
She's harmless.
Hasn't left the house in years.
She thinks she's dead
and she's waiting for
angels to come get her.
What kind of varmint is this?
This is amazing.
Maw Maw's mother is alive.
Sh-Should we call Virginia
and have her bring Maw Maw here?
No, no.
I want that to be a
surprise for Virginia, too.
This is going to be
the best Mother's Day ever.
We're bringing Norma June
home with us.
Norma June.
Who the hell are you?
Are you an angel?
No, my name is Burt.
And I'm going to
take you home with us.
You're going to
meet your daughter.
I ain't got no daughter.
Now, get!
Look, I know there
aren't any bullets
in the gun, so...
Well, I wonder what she does
to keep in shape.
She's quite spry.
Maw Maw's ma sure
put a lot of red wine
in her pasta sauce.
Most of the alcohol burns off
when you cook it.
Yeah, even still,
we should make
a separate batch for Hope.
Not that drunk three-year-olds
aren't funny,
but she has a hard enough time
walking a straight line
as it is.
Actually, Hope's been walking
pretty good for a while.
How long has it been?
Sabrina,
do you remember when Hope
took her first steps?
Um, I'm not sure.
Oh, that's right.
You weren't around back then.
I remember my back
always hurt
from walking hunched over
holding her little hands.
That was a mother of a job.
Okay, Mom.
But that wasn't
anywhere near as bad
as when she cut her first tooth.
Were you around for that,
Sabrina? I can't remember.
Oh, it's probably my mom.
It's an international call.
Mom?
Hi, Mr. Ping.
Oh, sorry,
Ping's your first name.
Can you cool it
with the questions?
What? I'm just making
conversation.
Filled with questions one would
think a mother should know.
Sabrina knows plenty about Hope.
Not as much as me.
It's not a trivia contest, Mom.
The macaroni necklace
doesn't go to the person
who knows the date
that Hope switched from diapers
to big-girl pants.
December 14. I bought them for her,
and they had butterflies on them.
You're being insane.
Hey, did you
get to wish your mom
a Happy Mother's Day?
Nope. Ping said
she's at a casino
in Macau on an epic
18-hour blackjack run.
She thinks, if she gets
on the phone with me,
it'll be bad luck.
I need some "shut up" lollipops
and Band-Aids.
The neighbor kid fell
into my varmint trapping pit.
Who are you?
What do you want?
♪ We are from Heaven ♪
♪ Ah... ♪
And we want you.
You are, uh,
Norma June Mayfair, right?
Yes.
Good.
We were supposed
to pick you up years ago
and take you to Heaven,
but, uh, there was a mix-up.
God sends his apologies.
Angels have wings
and halos,
and-and their breath
doesn't smell like beef jerky
and kettle corn.
♪ Shine, little glowworm,
glimmer, glimmer ♪
♪ Shine, little glowworm, glimmer, glimmer ♪
Ooh.
I-I... I know that song.
I think my husband
used to sing it.
I think I had a husband.
Yes, you did.
And you can see
your family again...
if you come with us.
I promise.
♪ Lead us down the
path we wander ♪
♪ Love's sweet voice
is calling yonder ♪
♪ Shine, little
glowworm, glimmer, glimmer ♪
♪ Hey there,
don't get dimmer, dimmer ♪
♪ Light the path below, above
and lead us on to love ♪
Hey!
Virginia!
Virginia!
I got a surprise for Maw Maw.
I got a surprise for everybody.
Did you get pictures
of the house?
Better.
Look what I found.
Burt, what is that?
It's your
great-grandmother.
She's alive.
What?
So you're God and...
this is Heaven?
I gave up 5,000
Sunday mornings for this?
But it can't be her.
She'd have to be...
104.
Yep.
Who are you two ragamuffins?
Good Lord.
What is that?
It's your
great-great-grandmother.
Happy Mother's Day, everybody.
Mom?
Barbara June?
You!
You.
Oh, my.
You wrinkled prune!
You dim-witted
nincompoop!
Nincompoop?
How dare you call me the...
N-word?
Stop it.
This is crazy.
Why do you two
hate each other so much?
I'll tell you why.
I remember it
like it was yesterday.
You don't remember yesterday.
Good point.
But I remember this.
My mother sent me out
to buy some heating oil.
The man said he'd bring
the oil to the house,
but I was flimflammed.
On the way home, I saw
a new movie was opening,
but I didn't have any money,
so I used
my feminine wiles
to get in for free.
When I got home,
my mother was furious.
She accused me of spending
the oil money
to go to the movies.
So I headed west
from Hagerstown to Natesville,
and that was the last
I ever saw of her.
So you two haven't
spoken in 70 years
over a misunderstanding?
There's no misunderstanding.
She stole from me-- 25 big ones.
So you're telling me that
this fight is only over $25?
25 cents.
Those were "big ones" back then.
Fine.
This is all I ever wanted.
My little girl.
Mommy.
Best Mother's Day ever.
This is so sweet.
I've got to use your john.
It might be a while.
I can't tell you what for
'cause a lady
doesn't discuss her business.
And on those notes...
it's time for dinner.
I'll help you set the table.
Just make sure you give Hope
her favorite color dish.
What are you doing?
Pink's not Hope's
favorite color.
Yeah, it is.
No, that's just part
of a girly phase
she's going through right now.
Green has always been
her favorite color.
It was also her first word.
Except she called it "geen."
It was so cute.
Of course you weren't...
There. Yeah, I know.
Is there something going on?
Hey, you know what?
Uh, I was gonna wait
till after dinner to do this,
but the anticipation
is killing me.
So, go on.
Mmm.
Did you...?
Oh, my goodness.
And look, you even painted it
your favorite
color "geen."
Jimmy, did I do something?
Yep, you married
into a crazy family.
I'll be right back.
Leave me alone.
I think you're acting pretty
silly over a macaroni necklace.
It's not about
the necklace, Jimmy.
The only good female
family relationship
I had left was me and Hope
I barely remember my mother.
Maw Maw barely
remembers anything.
This was it.
She was my little girl.
Fruitcake?
When the hell
did I eat fruitcake?
Hope's still your little girl.
Not for long.
As she grows up,
she'll never even remember
the time when it
was just me and her.
Sabrina will be
her mother, and...
I'll just be the crazy old lady
screaming from the bathroom.
Norma June,
it's been a little while.
You need some help in there?
Norma June?
Burt, could you
come here for a second?
I think she's dead.
Did you try
mouth-to-mouth?
Uh...
yeah.
But maybe you should
give it a shot.
Uh...
Nah, she's dead.
Worst Mother's Day ever.
Is that fruitcake?
Ah, man, do we really
need a stretcher?
I'm trying to hide this
from the rest of the family
so it doesn't put a
damper on Mother's Day.
Can't we just Weekend at
Bernie's her out of here?
Shouldn't we tell Barbara June?
It's her mother.
Maw Maw.
Chow time, warden?
Do you have a mother?
Nope.
As long as she doesn't see
her again, I think we're good.
Hey.
Hey.
I want you to have this.
No. That's yours.
Hope made it for you.
Jimmy wants you to have it.
I was just being...
crazy.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
That's why I'm gonna keep
the necklace that Hope made.
'Cause this one is one
that I made for you.
Happy Mother's Day.
That's very sweet,
but it's not
Mother-in-Law's Day;
it's Mother's Day.
You should give that
to your mother.
Over the last few
years, you have been
more of a mother to me
than my mother ever was.
I want you to have this.
I see what you're doing,
and it's very sweet, but...
What's my favorite color?
What is it?
Orange.
And you know that because...?
Because, for your wedding,
you and I spent two days
driving to every supermarket
in town
buying all the orange flowers.
And how did I chip my tooth?
You thought you could skateboard
drunk on Cinco de Mayo.
And you not only
chipped your tooth,
you sprained your ankle.
And when did I start
walking again?
Three days later
on Ocho de Mayo.
Oh.
You should take that.
Hello?
Hello?
Mom, is that you?
Mom, I can't hear you
over the music.
Oh, crap.
Is this here for me?
No.
Good.
Bye, Jimmy.
Surprised you made it this far.
Smells like someone
died in here.
Yeah, I was just calling to
wish you a Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day.
Oh, no, no, wait.
I want you to hear this.
Hey, Mom?
What's my favorite color?
I'm gonna guess black,
since your husband is black.
Hmm, yeah,
that's my stepsister.
Oh, then I don't know
your favorite color.
Say red.
Red is very powerful color.
Like Tiger Woods on final day.
Mom, do you remember how old
I was I when I first walked?
Got my first tooth
and said my first word?
I don't know.
If you can't remember
those things,
how the heck am I supposed to?
Look, I got to go.
But thanks for calling.
Happy birthday.
No, it's Mother's...
Ah, there's my favorite moms.
Hmm.
Hey, aren't we missing
a table setting?
Oh, uh, Norma June left.
Don't tell me her and Maw Maw
got in another fight.
No, uh, she left peacefully.
Very peacefully.
I'll give you the details later.
This pasta sauce
tastes familiar.
Yup, this is my mother's recipe.
Do you remember your mother?
Oh, yeah.
We had a falling out
a long time ago,
but in the end,
I think we made up.
Oh. Oh.
Ooh, I got to take that.
Save me a meatball.
I don't want to gross
everybody out,
but we did not make
meatballs for this pasta.
Hello?
Ah, yes.
Yeah, me and
Lucy Liu.
Lin-sanity!
It's just me.
Stop it.
It's just her.
Did it work?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It worked.
She totally bought it.
Thank you.
So, your mother
never called, huh?
No.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I'm with my family.
♪ I want a mom
that will last forever ♪
♪ I want a mom
to make it all better ♪
♪ I want a mom to take my hand ♪
♪ And make me feel
like a holiday ♪
♪ A mom to tuck me in at night
and chase the monsters away... ♪