Back in the '80s, my sister was a new mom,
and she was loving it,
which meant she had to put her dream of law school on hold...
until now.
There are my two loves.
One innocent and pure, the other terrifying and hot.
You know, you can also just walk in and say "hi."
So, how's the law school application coming?
What's another word for perfect?
Because it's the opposite of that.
Oh, I'm sure my legal eagle is just being modest.
"Do you have any unusual hobbies?"
"Yes, the Diaper Olympics."
You're looking at the gold medalist of applying butt paste.
"What are you passionate about?"
"My daughter and, sometimes, my husband."
I wrote what I wrote. Deal with it.
These answers seem kinda baby-centric.
It's just these last few months,
my brain's been nothing but "baby, baby, baby,"
- and it's hard to switch gears. - Erica, look at me.
Being a lawyer is your dream, and you're gonna make it happen.
- I know it. - You know, I coulda been a lawyer.
Oh, really? You never mentioned it.
I have experience arguing with judges,
police officers, magistrates,
and a homeless man I like to call Matlock
because of his Southern accent.
I made more homemade baby food for Muriel.
Nice, she gobbles this stuff up.
And I have to admit, I may have sampled the wares
during a peckish moment, and my review is in... delish.
I'm the best at what I do.
In this very specific case, sure.
Beep-beep, working attorney coming through.
Greetings, small talk, compliments. Now let's get to it.
I asked Joanne to come by to maybe help you out with your essay.
Oh, that's so nice of you, Joanne.
Especially since it sounds like you're busy.
Currently, I'm smack dab in the middle of a 16-hour workday.
Whoa, 16 hours?
And with that, I am halfway through my 20-minute lunch break.
Lunch breaks, that's new.
This sounds like the firm for you, Schmoopie.
- Yeah, maybe. - End of day would be best.
Can we say 11 o'clock?
- P.M.? - Yes.
No overnighters with this firm.
I am done with that nonsense.
And the perks just keep on coming.
Joanne, are you eating the baby food?
I have a tight lunch window,
and this stuff is so good, it should be illegal.
And then Erica would have to defend me.
- If she has the time. - Yeah.
- Hey, don't hog the jar. - I was here first.
- I really like it, though. - I get this now. I need this.
- I really like this flavor. - You live here!
- This is my baby's food! - Oh!
It was April 5th, 1980-something
and I was in search of inspiration.
I needed a creative jolt to get me back behind the camera.
Boring.
Lackluster.
Yawn.
Men with hats in black and white.
Welp, I did it.
I reached the end of TV.
But then I saw it.
A music video that blew my mind and captured my heart.
It was so full of joy, so fresh, so singular,
it gave me the spark of originality I needed.
We're making an homage to the Billy Joel video.
"Uptown Girl"!
- The cute doo-wop song? - Cute?
It's a modern masterpiece by a genius at the height of his form.
Doesn't he sing into a wrench and skip dance
- while rhyming "boy" with "toy"? - Height of his form.
I just have one question...
Is Barry gonna be involved?
No. He just plopped down on the couch and refused to leave.
Power move!
And he's also been screaming "power move"
off and on for the last hour.
Which is, in itself, a power move!
So, Billy Joel. What are we thinking?
I'm thinking Carmen and I could play the lead roles
of high-class beauty and everyman hero.
Yes! It's settled.
I will play the role of William Joel...
The curly-haired musical prodigy
dripping with charisma, sex appeal, and sweat.
Again, I don't want you involved,
and you could never fill the shoes of the piano man.
- Then the obvious choice is Carmen. - What?
Yeah, what?
Carmen's the uptown girl.
I'mthe downtown boy.
Uh, not buying it.
Carmen's the one with the real world bonafides
to play a hard-working man.
- Thanks? - Her father owns an auto body shop,
while you live in a white bread world
of Pudding Bars and stunning older brothers.
You're the uptown girl in a fancy car,
unable to handle a minor automotive inconvenience.
He does paint a compelling picture.
- I'm invested. - No!
She's Christie Brinkley
and I'm the rough-and-tumble Billy Joel.
Is Billy Joel even the rough-and-tumble Billy Joel?
Wait. Barry's idiotic idea gave me a good one.
We can shoot the video at Carmen's dad's auto body shop!
Power move!
Starting to think you don't have a grasp on that phrase.
Whaddaya say, Carm? It's the perfect location.
Plus, I can finally meet your dad.
Oh. Um, I'm not sure.
It's a real business, you know?
We'll shoot after hours.
And if you're worried about whether your old man
will like me or not, don't be.
- Parents love me. - It's true.
His delicate and non-threatening demeanor
makes dads feel at ease.
Kinda what Dave Kim said.
- What do you say? - Sure, let's do it. It'll be fun.
- Huzzah! - Power move!
As my piano man homage took shape,
Erica wasn't exactly perfecting her law school essays.
Dammit, 17 misses.
Yes, a legitimate distraction.
Oh, thank Goddess you're home.
I need more of your mom's homemade baby food.
It's the only natural product Hazel will eat.
Wait... she ate my mom's baby food?
I hate saying this because I've seen how much bacon grease
your mom pours into her pancake batter,
but she's an amazing cook.
Did somebody say amazing cook?
Oh. Hello, Lauren.
I see you're still friendly with Erica.
Beverly. Your car wasn't in the driveway
and I got my hopes up, but here you are.
Yes. I'm always here.
- I live here. - It certainly seems that way.
Okay. It seems that you guys have some common ground.
- Hmm. - Her daughter likes your baby food.
It's true.
- Can I get a few more jars? - For your adorable daughter
who rightfully prefers my delicious baby food
to that of her weirdo mother's?
Of course.
I'm off to get fresh produce.
Oh, what a fun lady to have deeply embedded in your life.
But honestly, after seeing Hazel
hoover up those pureed peaches
you should totally do a Baby Boom.
Oh, Barry did an adult boom earlier.
- I think we're good. - No, no, no.
Baby Boom, the movie.
She meant the inspiring Diane Keaton flick
about the high-powered exec who quit the corporate life
to spend more time with her child,
and somehow started a baby food empire.
She found a viable way to have it all.
I gotta watch this again.
As Baby Boom inspired my sister,
I was getting inspired with the location scout
of Carmen's dad's auto shop.
Would you look at this place?
- What a set! - Ohh.
Gritty realism and, also, real grit.
Not a set. Place of business.
Ah, cinema verite.
I've been told that film style's good by adults, so it must be.
Hey, baby.
Papi. I thought you'd be busy.
Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss the opportunity
to meet the famous Adam.
Oh, no. This happens a lot.
I can understand why you'd hope a specimen like myself
would be your daughter's beau, but alas, no.
- Um... - I am Adam.
Enchante, good sir.
Uh, okay.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ortiz.
Thank you so much for letting me shoot my video here.
I do have a few set questions, though.
This ragtag crew of mechanics.
Will they be here on the day?
I hope so. It's their job.
Real-world experience.
Always a plus for background actors.
Maybe a little less grimy on the day, though, guys?
Wanna see those smiles in the close-ups.
And after sort of nailing that intro,
it was time to prep for the shoot.
Surely Carmen's dad would be impressed.
The grease... so authentic.
Anyone have one of those wet towels you get
in a Japanese restaurant?
So, Carmen, you're gonna be here.
And remember, we're really trying to capture
that divine femininity in this scene.
So glow, like this.
Yeah, Carmen, I'm gonna go.
- I got stuff to do, okay? - All right.
- Hey, where's your dad off to? - You know, the back.
The magical place where things get done that's not the front.
Too bad. I was hoping to get a chance
to impress him with my dolly work.
Oh, you should not bring in your dolls.
First of all, those are action figures.
And I meant the track the camera wheels on.
There ya go.
Can you please take that hat off?
You're right, keep it clean.
I'm so excited we're doing this.
Yep.
Yep, yep, yep, yep.
Or nope, nope, nope, nope.
What the hell, dude?
What where you doing with all that "director" stuff?
You made a terrible impression on Carmen's dad.
What are you talking about? I quoted Doris Day.
I was on top of my game.
Mr. Ortiz is a manly man,
a blue collar Joe.
He doesn't want his daughter
dating some dainty uptown boy.
Uptown boy?
No way.
Although he did seem a little miffed
when I asked for a second toilet seat cover.
Never cover, bro!
Lucky for you, I'm taking it upon myself
to help you awaken your inner manliness.
I assume I'm supposed to follow you?
As Barry swore to give me the gift of manly knowledge,
my mom was showing off a gift of her own.
And this is Hazel's baby food basket.
- What do you think? - I think you just spent two hours
meticulously putting together a basket for the child of a woman
you barely know and definitely hate.
Ginzy, when someone loves your cooking, you bask in the glow.
Someday you'll see.
Great news.
Muriel and I spent all day doing research at the library,
and guess what?
We got a business license.
"Bubbe Bevy's Baby Food"?
Oh, oh.
You...
want to start a business with me?
Well, it sounds insane when you
or anyone uses those words, but yes. Yes, I do.
That's the greatest thing I've ever heard!
Whoa!
Well, I'm gonna go put Muriel down,
and then we can brainstorm new flavors.
- Mm-hmm. - Baby Boom!
Baby Boom! Ha-ha!
Yay!
Ohhh.
[bleep]
This was amazing news.
- [bleep] Ohh! - Or was it?
- No! [bleeping] - While always unpredictable,
- this seemed to be an over-the-top reaction... - [bleeping]
... even for my mom.
[bleeping]@
Is there a problem, Bev?
I may have... fibbed.
Fibbed?
Oh, yes. She fibbed.
Sweet mama-jama! Are those Gerber?
I don't make homemade baby food.
I just un-jar and re-jar Gerber's
- and pass it off as my own! - Why?
I am an international cookbook authoress.
My fans demand homemade,
but it's so time-consuming.
We both know what needs to happen now...
- Tell Erica the truth. - Or...
I double down, and with my vast knowledge of cooking,
I duplicate Gerber's magic
and keep this business going.
Yeah. Baby Boom!
Oh!
Shh!
Baby Boom.
Tasked with making me manly
to save my relationship with Carmen,
Barry pulled out all the stops...
Adam, behold.
The greatest collection of men the world...
And a one-block radius... has to offer.
The JTP! With pity inclusion, Matt Bradley.
JTP!
- With pity inclusion, Matt Bradley! - Oh, come on.
- Bill Lewis! - Hey-diddle-diddle.
And Pop-Pop, a surly alpha man
who has survived innumerable wars.
Including that foreign invasion
happening in the park down the street.
- You know the one. - Can he say that?
He is getting a lot of leeway because of his age.
Our knowledge of man-dom is vast,
so we'll be focusing on four categories...
Muscles! Aggression!
Athleticism! Mechanics!
So..."ma'am"?
Ugh!
I didn't see that. Darn!
So..."Mama"?
- Aw, damn it! - Maybe I'll jump in here.
Adam, stand up and give us a sit.
Aw, geez. You call that a sit?
Our people didn't walk across Europe
for you to bend like that.
- What did I do wrong? - Watch me, son.
Notice your feet.
They're on the floor... unguarded,
defenseless to a kick or a stomping.
Now, look at my feet.
Always keep one foot off the floor.
Then you're primed for action.
Ready for a leap or a kick.
Ha! Ha!
So you're never really sitting, but never really standing, either.
All right, fellas. Let's show him our sits.
And they did.
And it was strange.
Very, very... strange.
Are you ready to learn more?
Or will you eternally embarrass yourself
in front of your girlfriend's dad?
Teach me your mannish ways.
Always bring up local sports teams.
But always mention that they suck.
And all of your emotions that you keep bottled up
in your day-to-day life, sports lets 'em come roaring out.
None of this seems healthy.
- It's not. - My chest always hurts.
I cry in the shower
and let the salty tears disappear down the drain.
Abruptly pivoting.
There are three things you need to know about a car.
You look under the hood, you listen to the engine purr,
you kick the tires.
You know the phrase "kick the tires"?
I once read about Steven Spielberg
"kicking the tires" on an adaptation of Sweeney Todd.
Cat chasing a dog, what did you just say to me, son?
Okay, so I had my work cut out for me.
And so did my mom, who had enlisted help
getting her out of a baby jam.
We are here today to replicate
the recipes of Gerber baby food.
A daunting task, but I have assembled a crack team
consisting solely of me because I am,
after all, a professional-grade chef.
Did someone tell you that, or...
You know, I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, Ginzy,
but I am an international best-selling cookbook author.
And what am I here to do?
You are here to be my taste-tester, although,
judging from your outfit today, I'm not sure you have any.
All that matters is that you called me to help
instead of Linda. Essie's moving up.
To your tasting station! Let's Baby Boom!
And Baby Boom they did.
My mom sliced, sniffed, steamed, spiced, and mashed
all the fruits and veggies she could get her hands on.
- And poor Essie sampled spoonful after spoonful... - Oh!
- ... until, finally... - Sweet Jesus!
- We did it. - We did?
Guys... it's Gerber.
Essie picked up the wrong jar.
Dammit, Essie! You had one job... not to suck!
I'm sorry. Please don't replace me with Linda.
Say hello to Bubbe Bevy's.
Your new company and logo design featuring your face.
It's me in all my blond glory.
Oh, my God, this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!
Oh, look, there's a slogan...
"Always homemade."
You know what's also made in a home?
The trust that loved ones will...
Embrace the business slogan?
Indeed I do.
"Always homemade," mm-hmm.
Always.
Wow, fun!
I had this made for our new stall
at the farmer's market tomorrow.
Farmer's market tomorrow.
Wow, this is happening so fast.
- Hm. You can stop it at any time. - Tomorrow's fine.
- We need at least 400 jars. - That's a lot.
Do you know what's also a lot?
The amount of peaches we need to puree?
Yes, good idea.
Let's go, ladies. We'll need all three cars.
Come on.
My love, you're devoting a lot of time to all this.
Aren't your law school applications due tomorrow?
I already dropped them off with Joanne.
She's gonna mail them from her office.
- Free postage. - Oh, I'm so proud of you.
Save that pride for when I'm running a baby food conglomerate.
And when you're a superstar attorney.
Sure, both of those things.
Yep, for my sister, it was Baby Boom or bust.
Meanwhile, I was ready to bust out
my new manly self to Carmen's dad.
Ohh! Sorry, man.
- Adam? - Oh, hey.
I wasn't expecting to see you here.
I work here on the weekends, remember?
- What are you doing here? - You know, manly stuff
other men respect and recognize.
Yo, Mr. O!
Time to kick things off with an active sit.
- What's shaking? - Adam.
Hey, don't put your foot up there. You're gonna scuff the whitewall.
Oh, sorry.
No biggie. I had sports in my back pocket.
So, those Phillies.
They suck.
Just won seven straight and they're about to clinch.
Yeah, but that sucks, right?
No, not really.
Good thing I could talk endlessly about cars.
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo!
I'd love to have one of these of my own.
Does the engine purr?
- What? - Y-You know, purr, like a cat?
Meow!
Are you on drugs, son?
Time to kick the tires!
No, please don't.
- Oh, no... - No, no, no, no, no!
Carmen!
Adam!
Am I dead?
- Is this how I died? - Kid, you okay?
I'm sorry.
I was trying to impress you to get you to like me,
but then, I screwed things up and made it even worse.
Who said I don't like you?
I thought you didn't even want to meet me.
Why would you think that?
Let me explain.
No need.
It wasn't your dad who thought I was embarrassing.
It was you.
Adam, I...
While I had just faced
a wake-up call in my relationship,
Geoff was about to be alerted
to an alarming reality of his own.
Knock-knock. Lawyer coming through. Love the shirt. Blah, blah.
- Where's Erica? - She's at the farmer's market
working on her new baby food side business.
I hope it's going well because I perused her.
"Personal Statement" essay and I have concerns.
But her applications were in sealed envelopes.
Read.
"What it means to be a lawyer."
"Eh, it is what it is." Oh, no!
That's nowhere near 600 words!
Wow, Bevy.
Uh, people sure do love the, uh, homemade baby food.
They do.
- Thanks for the inspiration, Diane Keaton. - I love her.
- Such a treasure. - Incredible.
Um, Erica, can I talk to you for a sec?
No. I'm sorta busy having it all right now.
It's about your law school application.
- Like I said, taken care of. - Are you sure?
'Cause this last one, you ended it with.
"Smell ya later, dummies!"
The hell? Ginzy, you're in charge.
Well, since you have yet to make correct change,
- I think that's best. - It's simple, guys.
I wanted to be a lawyer, now I don't.
- Well, it doesn't sound simple. - It is.
You're gonna run the day-to-day of this burgeoning empire,
and I'm gonna spend more time with my daughter.
- Baby Boom. - Bubbe Bevy's is the reason
you don't want to be a lawyer anymore?
We're taking the world by storm. Suck on that, Gerber!
Well, we can't take down Gerber because...
- ... we are Gerber! - Whazzdatnow?
I lied. This was never homemade.
I just re-jarred their delicious mush.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
This mush was supposed to be my way out of law school.
Is that why you phoned in one of your essays,
and then the other one, you just wrote the transcript
for Eddie Murphy Raw?
I just know that I don't want to do what Joanne does.
And every time that I think of leaving Muriel, I feel like crying.
Oh, Erica, sweetie.
I'm so sorry. We didn't know.
I thought I could Baby Boom it
like Diane Keaton and have it all.
But now I... I guess I can't have anything.
Go.
Turns out it wasn't my girlfriend's
dad who didn't approve of me.
It was my girlfriend.
Hi.
Downtown girl here, looking for an uptown boy.
Don't. Just don't.
Now, hold on. You don't understand.
I was super embarrassed by you.
Wow, what an unexpected path to an apology.
- Let me finish. - No need.
I'm proud of who I am.
I may be afraid of beetles and love Beetlejuice,
- but I'm not ashamed of either. - You shouldn't be.
And I don't care if the world knows I'm scared of dentists.
That one I get, actually.
And you know what?
I sit the way I sit, and I'm not changing it for anybody!
Now you're losing me.
But... what I'm saying is that I was wrong.
I was afraid that my dad wouldn't accept you
because you're both so different.
- Maybe a skosh. - But that shouldn't matter.
The only thing that matters is that
I really, really, really love you.
That's...
That's a lot of reallys.
Well, here's some more...
I'm really, really, really, really sorry.
Apology accepted.
Great.
Now let's go reintroduce you to my dad.
The road of life is full of twists and turns.
Just when you think you've got your whole future mapped out...
I love you, Schmoopie.
♪ Uptown girl ♪
... you realize you want to go in an entirely different direction.
And I love you, Schmoopie.
I'm sorry I lied to you.
It's okay, Mama.
You were just doing what good moms do,
giving their babies what they need.
And I'm sorry I pushed so hard for law school.
I thought it was what you wanted.
I thought so, too.
But maybe one day.
Just not right now.
Sometimes our dreams change,
especially after having a baby.
You know, even though this business didn't work out,
you did get it up and running surprisingly quickly.
And you still had time for Muriel.
Huh, well, maybe there's another business out there for me.
I'm sure there is, and we'll find it together.
And you don't have to Baby Boom alone, Erica.
- We can all Baby Boom together. - ♪ She'll say that she's mi-i-ine ♪
And sometimes, that road and our relationships
can get a little rough.
But it's nothing a little maintenance can't fix.
♪ I'm in love with an uptown girl ♪
♪ Uptown girl ♪
♪ She's my uptown girl ♪
♪ You know I'm in love with an uptown girl ♪
♪ My uptown girl ♪
♪ You know I'm in love with an uptown girl ♪
But when you're taking the trip
surrounded by the people you love,
it doesn't matter where you're headed.
You'll always enjoy the journey.
♪ You know I'm in love with an uptown girl, my uptown... ♪
I know our baby food business went bust,
but I have been thinking of other ideas for businesses.
We're actually watching Hart to... Hart.
- "Bubbe Bevy's Baby Booties." - Pass.
"Bubbe Bevy's Baby Bottles."
I don't want to have this conversation right now,
but if you're gonna start a business,
it doesn't have to be baby related.
"Bubbe Bevy's Bath Bombs."
How many pages are in that pad?
"Bubbe Bevy's Beer Cozies."
"Bubbe Bevy's Boudoir Photos."
- Yes! - You love it?
Not at all... I just realized there's a TV in the other room.
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