Will & Grace (1998–…): Season 8, Episode 9 - A Little Christmas Queer - full transcript

All right, bad news. Hostess says
it'll be at least 45 minutes for a table.

Did you tell 'em you were with the star
of Jack 2000, soon to be Jack 2001?

Yes, I did.

And she gave me a similar hand gesture,
but with a different finger.

- Maybe we should do this another night.
- Nooooo.

Sweetie, we talked about that sound.

I knoooowww.

But we're all leaving tomorrow. I want us to
have dinner together before Thanksgiving.

You mean tonight isn't thanksgiving?

Oh, crap.

Now I have to spend all day tomorrow, watching
Stan gorge himself on thighs and breasts...



and turkey.

Well, if we have to wait, um,
why don't I get a bottle of champagne?

That's a nice idea.

What would you guys like?

Can I have another one of those, only bigger?

Oh, tears, booze...
I love the holidays, too.

Do you think that men can't be trusted?

Honey, I've always said, if your genitals are on
the outside, you're hiding something on the inside.

I should warn you.

Further conversation with her
will only lead to more tears.

- Are you ok?
- I'm fine.

Grace, leave her alone.
She obviously doesn't want to talk.

It's my boyfriend, Tom. I mean,
I don't know what happened.

You know, just when things started
to get kinda serious, he starts to pull away.



Which is so weird because
we have so much in common, like,

we're both dance majors...

We both know all the songs from "The Wiz"--

And we both collect Victorian dolls.

What's your name, dear?

- Pam.
- Pam. Hi, I'm Jack McFarland, of course.

Come, join our little circle
of love and dysfunction.

This is Karen Walker.

This is Will Truman right here.

And this is your sorry ass future,
if you don't dump that boyfriend of yours.

Jack! I-- Will, defend me.

Come on, man.

Yeah, guys, our little Pammy's in pickle.

And, uh, shouldn't we help her find
her way back to a place called hope?

Honey, she's wearing synthetic plaid. It's a 4-day
drive and a boat trip to a place called hope.

What are you talking about?

Well, I think you need to hear a little
story about when these two were dating.

Or as I like to call it,
"When Mary Met Sally."

- Jack...
- No. No. You are not telling that story.

It was an incredibly difficult time in my life,
and this is not the time or the place.

The year was 1985.
My freshman year in college...

So, uh, this is the big weekend, huh?

- You going to her house for Thanksgiving?
- Oh, yeah.

It is a scientific fact that college girls
love getting it on in their folks' house.

You have nailed her, haven't you?

Oh, please! Huh.

I've not only nailed her, I--I've sanded,
buffed, stained and spackled her.

Ok, what do you mean you
and Will have never done it?

Well, he wants to take it slow,
and I see his point.

I mean, we're soul mates,
so there's no rush.

Yeah, I taught her a few things.
Let me tell you my friend,

she's an excellent student.

Like he taught me how to scrunch
my hair to keep the curl.

You know me, nothing I love more
than sex. Wi-wi-with a woman.

And he's so handsome.

He reminds me of those old Hollywood movie stars,
like Rock Hudson or Montgomery Clift.

Ok, fine.

Do what you want.

Just afraid you're gonna miss your window.

Oh, please. Don't be insane.

What window?

Ok, you know my psych professor, Dr. Bonami,

he says if you don't do it with a guy
right away, you just end up as friends.

- Did he really say that?
- Yeah.

Do you-- Do you really think
if you're-- Friends...

I would die if that happened. I mean,

- who wants a guy as a friend?
- Uh, thank you.

If I want to take this relationship
to the next level, we have to make love soon.

Like this weekend.

Don't say, "make love".
It sounds, like, totally gay.

Yo, beer's gone.

Bye, sweetie. I'm gonna pack.

Bye.

That's ok, I'll clean up.

Hi.

- What are you doing in the closet?
- I could ask the same of you.

What?! Who are you?

Oh, how quickly they forget.

We met at Matt Stokes' party. My card.

"Jack McFarland. Since 1969."

What are you even doing here?
Aren't you in high school?

Well, I prefer the college parties 'cause the fellas
tend to be less uptight about their homosesuality.

Oh, yeah, now I remember you.

You were the one going around telling
everybody you were in Duran Duran.

Yeah, that's right. That's right. Yeah.

Oh, a-and you think everybody's gay.

No, not everybody, just me...

And you and a dog named Boo.

Hey, hey. Heh. I'm not gay.

Well, this well-worn copy of the
"Dreamgirls" soundtrack begs to differ.

Anyway, what does this
have to do with Tom and me?

Let me shorthand it for you, honey.

The Sultan of Boran?

- What does that have to do w--
- Your story was boring.

Anyway, after my little talk with Ellen,

I decided that it had to be that weekend. So, we took
a train up to my parent's house in Schenectady,

where Will learned the answer to that age-old
question, "What ever did happen to Baby Jane?"

Gloria, Gloria.

I think they got your number, Gloria.

I think I got your alias, Gloria

and you been living under, ahaaaaa--

Mom!

- Hi, mom. Hi, Julius.
- Honey, you're home.

Grace, I always forget how beautiful you are.

Mom giveth.

Why do you have to cock it up with that hair?

And Mom taketh away.

You must be Will. Lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Adler.
You have a beautiful home.

- Your interior decorator did a great job.
- Oh, no no no no. I did it myself.

No!

It looks so professional.

Oh, aren't you a darling?

Your mom's good.

No, you're good.

Say hello to Julius, my arranger.

- Hi.
- Hell-ooh.

So, Julius, what do we think about Will?

I think where there's a Will, there's a way.

Isn't he clever?

Why some woman has never
snatched him up is beyond me.

- Where's daddy?
- Uh, he's in Connecticut.

Grandma Rose threatened to die.

Joyce, your sister's here!

Big whup!

You get down here or I'll knock you till Tuesday!

- Would you like a little juice?
- I'm fine, thanks.

Hi, Joyce.

Don't you be all nice just
'cause your boyfriend's here.

I know that you stole my poncho, you skank.

Uh, Joyce, hi. I-I'm Will. Grace showed me
that drawing of a unicorn you did at, uh,

Camp Yes-I-Can. Yeah, it was beautiful.
I wish I could draw like that.

It's no big deal.

- You've an older sister don't you? Janet?
- No.

Why don't you two go on upstairs
and put your things down.

Joyce, you'll stay down here.
Will, you'll stay in Joyce's room.

Grace, you'll stay in your room.

What? No, Will's gonna sleep
in my bedroom with me.

- No, no, no, he isn't.
- Grace, it--it's fine.

Nooooo! Nooooo!

Mom, you can't do that. This is so unfair.

Well, so's my cottage cheese ass, but...

Why is that always your answer for everything?

Will and I are adults. We've been
going out for nearly three months now,

- and I think that we should have--
- Grace!

we only have two rules in this house. Number one:

boys and girls don't sleep in the same bedroom,
unless they're married.

And Will, always light matches
in the bathroom after poopie-doos.

So, then, we have dinner,
and we look at a zillion pictures

of a nude 2-year-old Grace riding the family dog.

Oh, you like that do ya?

Well, maybe you'd like a little of this, huh?

Yeah, you do, don't ya? Huh, huh?

Karen, what are you do-- Are you--
Are you flashing that woman?!

She started it.

She's nursing.

Hmm. That explains the little bald man.

Anyway,

later that night, I'm getting ready for bed,
I figure, now I'm safe.

Aahh! What--what...

Shh. Shh. Relax.

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing.

Wha--you shouldn't be here, you know.
We're gonna get in trouble.

Not if we're quiet. But if you play
your cards right, I might not be.

What are you suggesting?

Well, you, me... A bed...

I thought that we might...

Don't make me say it.

Grace, I don't know.

- Mmm. Come on. What are we waiting for?
- Well, I'm just-- I'm kind of tired.

All that turkey... Made me sleepy.

Really? 'Cause it made me horny.

- J-J-Just a sec.
- But I said I was horny.

Just a minute, I--I think those
new potatoes weren't so new.

Oh, poor baby.

The matches are under the macram? turtle.

Thank you.

Mom, phone!

Mom!

Su-su-sussudio.

Hi, Jack, it's-- it's Will Truman.

Oh, right, from Queens College?

No, I go to Columbia.

Missy, anywhere you go is Queens College.

Yeah, oh-- You know what?
That-- That's why I called.

You know, what you said really
bugged me. I am not gay.

Mom! There's chicken on the rug!

I was saying... That you--you know nothing about me,

because if you did know me,
you would know that I'm not gay.

Oh, yeah. Now I get it.

Ahem. You're in stage 3--
You've bought the short shorts,

but you're afraid to put 'em on.

Yeah, put 'em on, Will. Come on. Put 'em on.

Stop saying that. Ok? I am not--

You're gay, Will! Ok?
You're gayer than the day is long.

You're Marvin Gaye. And let me tell you somethin'--

Ain't no closet big enough.

This-- this is ludicrous.
We spent all of four minutes together.

Yeah, and in the first four seconds, I could tell that you
were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders...

And about 20 extra pounds on your hips.

And why wouldn't you? It's a drag
pretending to be something you're not.

Yeah, if I'm pretending, then how come I can't wait
to get back in there and have sex with my girlfriend?

Well, if you can't wait to get back in there
and make muskrat love to your girlfriend,

then why are you on the phone with me?

Yeah, that's what I thought. You're my new
best friend. Call me every five minutes.

Crap. Why today?

Hi, I was starting to get worried about--

What-- What-- What's with you?

Let's have some sex.

Feel the heat. Pushing you to decide--

- Enough already!
- Shut up!

You were losin' her. I had to do somethin'.

But you know, for a sultan, dude knew how to party.

Later we did Jell-O shots with one
of the guys from Hall and Oates.

Hall?

Oates.

Back to my story.

Honey, I've got some bad news. As much as I would
love to be Mrs. Habibi Shoshani Padush Al-Kabir,

I'm afraid I can't marry you.

I'm just not in love with you.
I'm in love with another man.

Sure, he hasn't got your money, but I really
think that with my help, we can make it work.

Just come back to my house in Fort Lee

and make love with me one more time.

Sorry, sultan. I'm a little emotionally drained.

I think I'm just gonna go home and cry myself to sleep.

Karen, where have you been?
I've been lookin' all over for you, baby.

Oh, Clayton, I got some bad news.
I can't marry you. I'm in love with another man.

But does he have my moxie? Can he make
love to you all night long?

Well, the way he does it, he makes it
feel like it's all night long,

but I really think with my help,
we can make it work.

Karen, I don't know what to say.
I'll never meet another woman like you.

Oh... That's so true.

Listen, honey. I'm emotionally drained. I think
I'm just gonna go home and cry myself to sleep.

Oh, Martina.

Karen, where have you been? I've missed you.

Oh, honey, listen. I've got some bad news.
I can't marry you. I'm in love with someone else.

But, Karen, I was straight before I met you.

Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles, Marti.

Well, then who? And can she
give you what I give you?

You mean companionship,
vitality, a sneaky drop shot?

No, no. No, he's a doughy thing with squat little
legs and a bad case of recurring psoriasis, but...

I love him, and with my help...
Oh! Who am I kidding? I just love him.

Who knows why? I love Stanley Walker!

Now that's a story! Ha ha!

So Will comes back from the bathroom...

Right. So, Will comes out of the bathroom.

We start getting into it.

I take the lead, because you know,
I've done it 3 1/2 times.

- You're on my hair.
- Oh, sorry.

Mmm, you feel so--

- You're on my hair.
- Sorry. Sorry.

- You just elbowed me in the eye.
- I'm sorry. Sorry.

Ok. Just let me...

Oh! Ok, that's it. We're done
with foreplay. Come here.

Yeah. Aah! Stop! Stop!

What? Are you ok?

Yeah. I---I think we should wait.

Noooo!

Why?

Are we ready? This is a
really big step, and I just--

I don't want to-- I want it to be right.
I don't want to rush into it.

Oh, my God. Are you-- You are.

What?

I mean, I sort of suspected it. I mean,
it certainly would explain a lot of--

- Oh, no, no! Oh, no!
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's ok.

You don't have to feel bad.
My dad was one all through the army.

He-- What?

You're a virgin.

Virgin, yes. No! Oh, no! No, no, no, no.

I'm definitely not a virgin. In fact, uh...

I've been known to be something
of a lady man--Ladies man!

Ladies man. Ha. A man! You know. Yeah.

- Well...well, then why are we waiting?
- Because.

But why?

Because I love you.

Oh, my God.

You are so sweet.

That's so like you to say it first.

I love you, too.

- Ok, I have to have you right now.
- Whoa! No! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hold--hold--hold!

- Didn't you hear me? I--I--I love you.
- Yeah, yeah. Love you, too. Let's go.

- Grace, Grace!
- What? just-- God!

I think we really, really should wait.

Oh, but why? I mean, what are we doing?

- Are we waiting till we're married?
- Yes!

- Let's get married!
- What?

Let's get married and
let's wait till we get married.

You want to get married?

Oh, my god!

Will.

Yes, I will marry you, Will Truman.

Well, great!

You asked Grace to marry you ?

I panicked. It was either that
or have sex with her.

I mean, God ! Put yourself in my...

Will, you know what I think
your problem was ?

I think you were afraid
of loving yourself.

Where the hell did that come from ?

Can you see me ?

Anyway, the moment I said yes,

he turned two shades of green
and ran into the bathroom,

which I found incredibly
romantic, because

my father did the exact same thing
after he proposed to my mom.

So I'm in there for, like, 20 minutes.
So I come up with a perfect plan.

Grace, I've been...
I've been... Grace ?

I'm getting married
in the morning

ding dong, the bells
are gonna chime,

pull out the stopper,
we'll have a whopper

and get me
to the shul on time.

- Will !
- Oh, there he is !

Congratulations !

Welcome to the family, son.
I want her knocked up by spring.

- Grace, we, uh, we need to talk.
- Congratulation.

- Thank you.
- I've been engaged twice.

Yeah.

- Grace...
- Will, come on, come on.

Meet everybody. Meet the mishpokhe.

This is Aunt Ida, diabetic;
Uncle Coppy, gambler.

Aunt Reba and Uncle Joe...
colitis, colitis.

If I could have one moment.

Oh, moment shmoment.

Give your new mother
a big kiss right on the lips.

Wh... yeah.
That was uncomfortable.

Now give your new sister
a kiss right on the lips.

Here. Hold this.

Oh, no, no, no, no ! Stop.
Stop. Everybody stop.

- We need champagne. More champagne.
- Yes. I'll go.

Let me get that. In fact...
We'll get that.

We'll get that.

When we get married,

I'm not only gonna take your name,
I'm gonna take your family, too.

I can't believe
we're actually gonna do this.

Yeah.

Look, um... I don't really know
how to tell you this,

so I'm just...
I'm just gonna tell you.

Um, you know before
when I said I loved you ?

I really, really meant that.

I do love you. You're the best.

I can't imagine my life
without you.

Well, now you never have
to worry about that.

Yeah, well, actually, I...

I'm feeling a little lightheaded.

Um, see, there's this
one teensy little complication...

Actually, not so teensy. I...

- I'm gay.
- Are you hungry ?

- What ?
- What ?

- I'm gay !
- Are you hungry ?

- What ?
- What ?

- I'm g...
- Are you...

I'm gay.

Grace ?

Hey, now. Not exactly
the reaction I was expecting.

You kill me.

Oh, my God.

Grace, I...

Oh, my God.

- Grace, I can...
- Oh, my God !

Grace...

When did you...
We're getting married.

Yeah, you know, I don't think
I can go through with that, either.

I can't... I don't even know...

How long have you known this ?

I...I think on some level
I've always known.

You know, I mean, the guy toweling
himself off in the Zest commercial

always did a little too much for me.

Oh, great. Great.

- The Zest guy knew before me.
- No, no, no, no. Listen.

That's not what I'm saying.

I don't think I really knew for sure
until we were in bed together.

You know ? And I took
one look at you

in your sexy underwear,
and I just went...

"Whoa. I am gay."

You know ? I mean,
do you know what I mean ?

- Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.
- Yeah ?

Just... just one thing.

Ow ! Hey ! Hey !
What are you doing ?

You bastard !
I'm in love with you,

and you're treating me like
some sort of test drive ?

You take me out for a spin,
and you go,

"Hmm, I don't really
like the feel of this one.

I think I'd rather have a stick."

But...

Don't you see what
a compliment that is ? I mean,

I mean, I love you, so if
I can't make it work with you,

then it'll never work with any woman,
because you're perfect for me.

That is not a compliment. A compliment
is "You're sexy, you turn me on,"

not "One look at you
proves I'm a queer."

Look, I understand that
you're upset, but I mean,

this is... this is a very
big step for me, you know ?

How about a little support here ?

Well, you probably would've gotten
a lot more support from me

if you hadn't asked me
to marry you first.

Ok. In hindsight, not a good move.

Oh. Hindsight ? Is that, like,
one of your gay words ?

What ?

Look, I never meant
to hurt you, but

it's not like I planned
to be gay.

I heard yelling. Is everything ok ?
What's going on ?

- Nothing.
- Will's gay.

Oh, sweetie, oh.

- Julius, I owe you 20 bucks.
- Oh my God.

What's going on ?

Nothing.

Will's gay.

Grace, you ruin everything !

Get out.

What ?

I want you to get your things,
and I want you to leave.

You know, I always knew
this would be hard.

I...I guess I just hoped that
because it was you,

it wouldn't be the worst
moment of my life.

Ok, so she threw you out ?
Then what happened ?

Well, then mother and I
went to the DQ

for some Brazier
burgers and a Dilly Bar.

High fat ?

High fun.

Not you, Dairy Queen. She means us.

Yeah, what happened ?

- Then, um...
- Then we didn't talk for a year.

Good times.

A whole year ?
You didn't talk for a year ?

What were you doing all that time ?

I was instrumental in bringing
Cats over from London.

Oh, not the musical. Ethan Katz,
a Jewish hottie from Piccadilly.

Oh, it's not me again ?

Grace didn't really
want to deal with me,

and I had a lot of my
own stuff to deal with,

you know, like telling everyone
in my life who I really was.

So, uh, have you been gay
this whole time ?

Pretty much.

Were you gay when you put that
Coppertone on me in Fort Lauderdale ?

Yeah.

Rob, I know what you're thinking,
but I don't want you to worry.

You know, last night
when you passed out...

And I made love to you,
I was totally straight.

Then of course,
I had to tell my mom and dad.

And then I had to tell
everyone in my life.

How could I not have known ?

He was Boy George for Halloween.

He has a diffuser
on his blow-dryer.

And he's prettier than me.

Oh, baby. This must
be so hard for you.

It is. I knew you'd understand.

For a guy to do that to you.
It's humiliating.

I would die. I would just die.

You must not feel sexual...

Or pretty.

Then there's that gnawing question.
God, did I turn him gay ?

- I mean, am I so gross that...
- Ok.

I get that you get it.

- Think you'll ever talk to Will again ?
- Oh, no way.

People already think I'm weird
'cause of my haircut.

You add a gay friend to that,
I might as well be a drama major.

Man, I was so pissed at you.

Pissed ? Honey, you don't know
the meaning of the word.

If you'll remember, the last time
we left the interesting story...

I had 3 different people
dying to marry me,

including a 9-time Wimbledon
singles champion.

And I left them all behind
to be with the man I love,

and then it turns out...

The bastard's married. Stan
is married. Can you believe that ?

I had three different
people dying to marry me,

including a 6-time
Wimbledon singles champion.

Oh, shut your trap, barfly.

What ? Who the hell are you ?

Listen, Boozo the clown...

You're bringing us down. If it was
meant to be with this man,

it was meant to be.

Who asked you to pop your head
out of your conch shell ?

If I want advice,
I'm not gonna ask for it

from a cigarette-slinging,
tray-carrying, mint wrangler.

- Listen, lady. If there wasn't so many,
- You better watch your mouth

- I'd bang your head
- or I'll make one phone call and get you

- and crack your head like a walnut.
- on the next boat to La Via de Los Tostadas.

I like you. Why don't you
come work for me ?

And although it was ten years
before Stan and I officially hooked up,

Rosario and I have been
together ever since.

Damn it ! My story sucks, too.

Anyway...

A year goes by, Thanksgiving
rolls around again,

and then one night
at D'Agostinos...

Should we do sweet potatoes
or mashed ?

Mashed, and I'm in love with you.

What ?

Will, why are we pretending ?

We spend every second together. We call
each other a hundred times a night.

I saw the way you were
lookin' at me the other day

when we were at that
place shoppin' for shoes.

Look, Jack.

I owe you everything, you know ?
I mean, this past year, coming out.

You've been like my sherpard through
the Himalayas of... Of him-a-laying.

But I just don't feel that
way about you, you know ?

I love you the way you love
a cherished family pet.

That you never want to have sex with.

We're meant to be girlfriends,
not boyfriends, you know ?

It's better that way.

Brava. You've passed the test.

I was worried your feelings might get
in the way of our friendship, but

I'm glad we've cleared that up.

I really had you goin' there with the
"I'm in love with you thing," didn't I ?

Yeah, you did.

Me, in love with you.

Me, in love with you ? Ha !

Craziness.

If you'll excuse me, I'll be
in the frozen foods section.

It thought it'd be nice if we started
Thanksgiving with some Jeno's eggrolls.

Will.

Grace, hi.

Hi.

How have you been ?

Good. Great.
I've been great. You ?

Great. Great, uh,

haven't seen you in months.

It's been a year.
I moved off campus.

Why'd you do that ?

People kept writing "Grace plus
Liberace" on my memo board.

You still mad at me ?

I'm not mad at you.

I mean on some level I knew.

- You did ?
- Yeah. I mean,

girls know. I knew.

Well, if you knew, why
didn't you tell me ?

We could've saved ourselves
a hell of a lot of...

I didn't really know. I just swore that
when I ran into you, I would say that.

You know, I left
about a dozen messages.

And I wrote you a letter.
Did you get the letter ?

- Wait a minute. What was that ?
- What ?

That woman that you were hiding from.
What was that all about ?

Well, the last thing he wanted
to do was run into Diane.

Heh. Yeah. So, uh, then we, um...

We made up, and we have been
best friends ever since. Right, sweetie ?

- Right.
- Well, you're all boring and I'm fun.

I better get back to the kids.
Smell you later.

Who's Diane ?

You know, the girl Will slept with
after you two broke up.

What ?

You know, the kids will be fine.
I cracked a window in the limo.

You knew that.

You've told her.

You didn't know that ?

You didn't tell her ?

What... What is he talking about ?

Nothing. It was this... This girl...
Listen, it was nothing.

Anyway, best friends ! Huh ?

Don't. Will, don't...don't.

Grace.

Grace !

When I get home, I'm gonna rip your
heart out through your foot.

Oh. We should do this every year.

Are they coming back, because
I still don't understand

what this story has
to do with me and Tom.

Oh, cripes. Honey, let me give it
to you in a nutshell.

Your boyfriend's a big
flaming feather-wearing,

man-kissing,
disco-dancing...

Vermont-living, Christina
Aguilera-loving, Mikanos-going...

Honey, take it on home.

- Tom's queer, dear.
- Merry Christmas !

Would you hang on, please ? Gracie !

- How come you didn't tell me ?
- Because I thought it would upset you.

- Well, it did.
- Well, that's why I didn't tell you.

You're unbelievable. 15 years later,
and you're still lying to me.

- Need a cab, miss ?
- No.

- I was gonna get around to telling you.
- When ?

- Right after you found out.
- That's not even funny.

- Why is this such a big deal ?
- Because I thought that I was the one

- that helped you come out.
- You were !

I thought that I was the one
that changed your life.

- You did !
- I thought

it was my naked body
that did nothing for you !

It didn't ! It still doesn't !

- Don't try to make me feel better.
- Grace, come inside.

I don't want to come inside !

- Taxi ?
- No !

After what happened with us,
I...I was...

99% sure, you know. But it was that one
little percent hanging over me, so I...

I met this woman at a party, we got
stinking drunk, went back to her room...

it was awful.

So it could have been
awful with me.

Why didn't you make it
awful with me ?

Because I love you.

I cared about you. I...I...I...
I didn't want to put you through that.

I needed to try it
with someone I didn't love.

It was awful, huh ?

Beyond awful.

Remember that nature special

with the elephant seals
flopping all over the place ?

I needed to picture
the cute guy

that hosted that show
just to make it through.

Ok, is this it ?

Or are there any other sordid
heterosexual stories I should know about ?

I swear, like walking through the
kitchen of a Chinese restaurant...

something I only needed
to try once.

- Cab, lady ?
- No !

God, it's amazing. When you need one,
you can never get one,

- and then when you don't...
- Actually, you know, Grace, um...

it's raining and we're 40 blocks
from home. We...we did need one.

Taxi ?

Come on.

So we ok ?

We will be.

Are we ok ?

We will be.