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You know that?! I can lose 'em!
- You've gone nuts! - You got a better idea?
What are you doing?
Hey, don't even think about it, Matt!
Matt, what are you doing?!
Giving 'em what they want.
Aw, come on!
[Wailing continues]
Man: Whoa!
[Man speaks indistinctly]
[The staple singers' "when will we be paid" playing]
♪ When will we be paid for the work we've done? ♪
♪ when will we be paid for the work we've done? ♪
♪ we have worked this country... ♪
- [Bob coughing] - Ilene: Have you told them?
No use getting them wound up until I know for sure.
Corporate's supposed to let me know this week.
You check what the lottery's up to?
$145 million, give or take.
[Laughs] Fingers crossed!
Bora Bora, here we come!
Chew faster.
We leave precisely at 0700 hours.
The toaster that we got as a wedding present...
which was not exactly state-of-the-art 15 years ago...
well, this may come as a shock,
but está muerta.
Some people lose the mystery in a relationship.
Some people lose the magic...
- Mmm. - ... The connection,
- the "wow." - [Chuckles]
But those people, my lovely bride,
they are not us.
You go...
and you get your toaster.
[Chuckling] What?
[Laughing] Oh! [Gasps]
- Oh, baby. - Mwah.
Bianca: [Chuckling] Thank you.
Okay, troops, let's go. We are mobilizing.
Vamos. Let's go.
Honey, a minute on the lips...
[Sighs] A lifetime on the hips.
[Breathes deeply]
You're right.
I know.
Ted, we went over our minutes again.
So we'll get a new plan.
There's all these texts to some 646 number.
It's gotta be a mistake, right?
[Newspaper thuds] Let me see that.
Oh, that's when I was trying to work out the, uh...
cable problem with the cable guy.
You texted the cable guy?
It's a new customer-service thing.
Guess they don't have the wrinkles all ironed out.
I'll call him.
Okay.
Gotta hit the pavement.
Watch it... I'm gonna spill.
Isn't Bob picking you up?
No.
I'm walkin' to work every day now.
I'm gonna lose a pound every week
until I'm back at the weight I was on our wedding night.
How long's that gonna take?
Not long.
Until...
November 2014?
Off I go! [Laughs]
♪ Let's get physical, physical ♪
♪ I wanna get physical ♪
♪ let's get into physical ♪
Samira: Way to go, Denise! Keep it up!
You should go to a real school, Samira.
Pick a lane, you hybrid bastard!
Juilliard is a real school, dad.
Who's gonna marry a girl
who's got a violin stuck to her face half the day?
Well, I'm... I'm not interested in getting married anytime soon,
so don't worry.
Well, you better get interested.
Your mother spoke to her cousin.
They found you a man... a doctor.
Arranged marriage? Really, dad?
What... what are you gonna do next, throw me in a volcano?
Cheer up, Samira.
You live in the greatest country in the world.
[Horn honks]
Are you all idiots?!
It says "don't walk"!
It's pizza day. Can I have $5?
Uh, let me see, honey, how much I've...
got here, 'cause I... I just paid for your dance class.
Woman: Bye, honey.
Right. Okay, this was supposed to be for the lottery pool but...
It's okay. I don't need it.
If we win the lottery, every day will be pizza day.
Nice.
I will see you...
at the recital.
We make a good team, mom.
Emma: Bye. Sweetie.
[Giggles]
Ruth: What kind of a mother are you?!
You actually think that there is fruit in a Frootio?
There is "thiamine hydrochloride."
Okay? What kind of a tree does that grow on?
Mary: Look at me. You're gonna lecture me on how to be a mother?
One of your kids is half-asleep, and the other is a convict!
Oh, yeah? Yeah?
Well, nobody asked you and Matt to move into my house!
[Ruth and Mary arguing indistinctly]
[Dog barking in distance]
Yo, Matt,
you have got to get up and do somethin' about this yelling.
All right? We cannot go on like this, Matt.
What are you doing? Hey, for your information,
I'm an ex-convict, all right?
Ruth: Henry, come downstairs and get dressed for school!
Nicky: Oh, my God, ma! Use your inside voice!!
We can't keep living with your crazy mother!
Please, you gotta find us a place of our own.
[Sighs]
Well...
I was holding off till it was a sure thing.
Got to get Bob to give me that raise, but...
check it out.
Shut up.
- You got us one? - Not yet, but soon.
Um, I still need a little more money
for the security and first month.
Matt, could you imagine how great it would be
to have our own place again?
Nobody to walk in on us.
Or find our toys in the drawer...
***
Just imagine a place with...
I don't know...
a big bathtub
and thick walls. [Giggles]
- [Gasps] - And shag carpeting in every room.
- Oh. [Breathing deeply] - Shag, Matt. Every room.
Can you imagine how much fun we'll have?
[Voice cracking] I like shag.
I know you do.
You're the shagmeister.
You're the king of shag.
[Exhales sharply] [Giggles]
So you go and you get a raise,
as big as the one as I'm gettin' out of you.
[Breathing heavily] I will.
I'm gonna talk to Bob today.
Because once this baby is born,
I ain't spending another day under that witch's roof.
[Grunts]
♪
[Doorbell dings]
Ay, Denise, you temptress.
- Smog check. - You voluptuous Vixen of Astoria.
- Wiper-blade replacement. - Bianca finds out about us...
- Done. - [Singsong] ... There's gonna be trouble.
Made you some fresh coffee.
Gracias.
Can I get your opinion on somethin'?
And you, too. I could use a male perspective.
Been married 15 years, honey. I have no more male perspective.
It's probably nothin'. I was doing the bills,
and I noticed that Ted had some texts to a strange number.
What's "some"?
- 174. - [Chokes and spits]
But he said it was to the cable guy.
From the male perspective, it totally makes sense.
I'd love to stay and chat, ladies,
but I have a steering-column replacement... thing.
[Door closes]
It does sound kind of suspicious, right?
Call the number, see if the cable guy picks up.
[Doorbell dings]
- Is Bob in yet? - In back.
Hey, the drawing is tomorrow, so...
I need your lottery pool money.
[Sighs]
I'm all tapped out, bro.
Don't worry, Matt. We got your back.
[Horn honks in distance]
[Quietly] That poor guy. That is the fifth week in a row.
What do you say we try different numbers?
But if we pick new numbers,
then the old numbers will win.
Why tempt fate? [Smooches]
♪ Lady love sure smiled at me ♪
♪ when she blessed me with your lovin' charms ♪
♪ I found my place ♪
[Giggles] Nicholas, stop.
- I'm not like that. - All right, I'll stop,
if... if you promise to come out with me Friday night.
Sure. I'll just tell my parents
I'll be out all night with an ex-convict.
Reformed ex-convict.
♪ And I thank you, baby ♪
Why are you looking at me like that?
♪ For all the loving things ♪
[Speaking Urdu haltingly]
[Laughs]
W... you know, somebody tells you "you're beautiful" in Urdu,
you should not laugh at them.
No, you actually thought I was ***.
- What? I did? - Mm-hmm. [Laughs]
Nick, I think you're really sweet.
I just want to take things slow.
Okay?
Yeah. Sure.
[Giggles]
Bob, in all the years I worked here,
have I ever once ever asked you for a... a... a day off?
Matt, I... I got a baby coming, so I only got a few weeks to find a place.
But... they want three months' security.
That's like... 3,200 bucks.
I just... I'm not asking for a handout, just an advance.
Matt, I'd love to front you the dough. I really would.
The problem is, the owner of Gold Star
is considering selling this place to a national chain.
What? W... w... what's that mean?
It means there's no guarantee who, if any of us,
will be able to keep our jobs.
- This has to come down. Okay? - [Man whistles]
- Hey, give me a sec, all right? - Don't make it a lunch break.
Gronk: Nicky!
Look at you, man. Out six months...
no phone call. No text.
I was thinking maybe you don't like us anymore.
Hey, come on, I'm at work, guys.
That was a lot of dope, Nicky.
You promised you could deliver.
You get busted, who do you think pays for it?
I did my time, and I didn't rat you out.
The way I see it, I paid plenty.
The way you see it?
That was our 60k.
Antonio: Got a problem, guys?
'Cause I really need him back at work.
Matt: This job's all I got, Bob.
I'm scared she'll leave me.
[Cellphone vibrating]
I mean, we're... we're... we're at the end of our rope here.
- [Vibrating continues] - You gonna answer that?
[Beep]
Yeah, ma?
What?!
I'm on my way.
[Beep]
Mary's on her way to the hospital.
I can't get over how beautiful she is.
[Mary chuckles]
Yeah. Hey.
[Fusses]
Oh, that's okay.
Yo, Lenny, what's up, man? It's Nicky.
Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
You know, since you asked,
I'm actually... I'm in a little bit of a jam.
Yo, you really think I would just call you up out of the blue
just to... to, what, to beg for some money? [Chuckles]
[Scoffs] Come on.
Did Bob give you the money?
Are we gonna get the apartment?
Hey, yo, Bernie.
Look, we've been friends a long time, right?
I... [Clears throat] it's Nicky.
- [Siren wailing] - Nicky Korzak.
Hello? [Groans]
I just need a little more time.
You got to understand, Matt. I can't take it anymore.
[Voice breaking] I'm just...
I'm gonna take Henry and the baby,
and I'm just gonna go to my sister's
until you find us a place.
Aw, come on. Come on. Ma's not so bad.
She put me into premature labor.
Hey, dad!
Oh, there's my sweet baby girl.
[Gasps] Oh, there she is.
Ohh, yes.
[Gasps] Oh, this swaddle is all wrong.
Like a little burrito. Oh, you poor thing.
"I'm not a burrito, am I? No, I'm not."
Did your mommy do this to you? Because don't you worry.
Nana's gonna be here, and she's gonna fix everything.
I'm calling my sister.
Ruth: Yes, that's better, baby.
Nicky: You know these guys.
If I don't come through, they're gonna break somethin'.
I... hello?
[Thudding, siren wailing]
[Woman speaks indistinctly]
Man: Here you go. Good luck.
To my big brother and his baby girl.
[Sighs]
[Cellphone chimes]
I called a realtor to see what she could do.
She needs the money... all of it... in two days,
or we lose the apartment.
Well, what are you gonna do?
I don't know. Think of somethin'.
You know, I was thinking,
how could Matt get some quick dough?
You know?
Lottery night's tomorrow.
[Chuckles]
Listen, the jackpot's sky-high.
[Scoffs]
There's always tons of cash coming in.
You know the combo to the safe.
Nicky.
Look, we make it look like a robbery, all right?
There's already been three of 'em in the neighborhood this month.
We use the same M.O.
Perp comes in after close.
- Nobody would know. - I would know.
Okay? I would know.
Look, you ain't got no money, Matt.
You might lose your job.
Mary's talking about taking your kids.
You're in the hole.
And this...
might be a way out.
Forget it, all right? It's crazy.
All right. Hey, come here.
Hey.
Insurance covers Gold Star.
[Sighs]
Nobody gets hurt.
I'm just saying...
[Sighs]
Wait.
[Doorbell dings]
Matt?
What are you doing back here?
There's nothing to do at the hospital.
Mary and the baby are bonding, so...
Congratulations.
So exciting.
A girl? [Giggles]
- I'm so happy for you! - Thanks.
[Laughs]
Well, I got to...
There he is!
Little survival kit I threw together.
[Chuckles] Just some stuff to munch on
when you're trying to rock the baby to sleep.
Thanks, Bob.
What's the motor oil for?
In case the rocking chair squeaks.
Baby's doing okay?
Yeah. She's... she's early but she's strong.
A son's a son until he takes a wife.
A daughter's a daughter for the rest of your life.
Good. Okay. Now, stop having babies and get back to work.
Okay.
[David Gray's "Money (That's what I want)" playing]
♪ All the best things in life are free ♪
♪ but you can keep 'em for the birds and bees ♪
♪ I want money ♪
♪ whoa, oh, that's what I want ♪
♪ I want money, yeah ♪
♪ oh, that's what I want ♪
♪ your love gave me such a thrill ♪
♪ but your lovin' don't pay my bills ♪
♪ I want money ♪
♪ whoa, oh, oh, that's what I want ♪
♪ I want money, yeah ♪
♪ yeah, that's what I want ♪
- Bob: Good luck. - Man: Thanks.
♪ Well, money ain't everything, it's true ♪
Wow. Thanks.
What is it?
It's a onesie. Bianca knitted it.
She left off the legs and sleeves 'cause, you know,
baby came early.
[Coughs, blows nose]
[Coughs]
- Geez, Bob. - Hmm?
You look worse than you sound.
Why don't you take off? I can close up.
You sure? Can anybody help?
Oh, I would, but I have to get home to make dinner for Ted.
Sorry, Matt, but my game's on. [Whistles]
Nick, can you help your brother out?
- [Doorbell dings] - Uh, I... I can't, Bob.
I've got a date.
With who?
Some girl... I met at a bar.
[Car horn honks]
That's my dad. Congratulations, Matt.
Thanks, Samira.
Well, we can stay for a little while. Right, Emma?
- Don't you have homework? - [Doorbell dings]
I have to do a paragraph on helping.
Ooh. Perfect research, then, isn't it?
Nah, don't worry about it. I can handle it.
Well, I guess I'll call it a day.
[Doorbell dings]
Don't stay too long.
You've got that baby waiting for you.
[Switches clicking]
♪
Nicky: What are you doin'?
I didn't know you were gonna bring a gun, you idiot.
Well, of course I was gonna bring a gun!
What, are you just gonna lay down on the dirty floor?
- I just mopped. - It doesn't matter! Get up!
[Sneakers squeak] I don't... I don't know what to do.
Well, just bring me the money! Come on!
You gotta take me back there. I'm not gonna go... [Mutters]
Just take it easy, man.
Come on!
[Switch clicks] All right, what... what are you doin',
setting the freakin' mood? Come on.
Dude, open the safe!
I can't think with you pointing that gunt me!
Where'd you get it, anyway?
I got it under your kid's bed, all right? It's a toy!
Now get into character or I'm gonna squirt you!
[Cellphone rings and buzzes]
Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.
- Just get in the safe, okay? - Okay.
[Rings and buzzes, safe dial clicking]
Ah, come on, come on, come on, come on.
[Dial and lock click]
[Door creaks]
[Object clatters]
All right, give me the bag.
Oh, God. I... I forgot the bag, dude.
- You forgot the bag?! - I forgot the bag, all right?
I... look, we can just use this, all right?
[Cereal rattling]
[Plastic bag rustles]
[Clattering]
Are you... are you kidding me?!
All right? Look, just use this, all right?
It's... there's no difference!
[Doorbell dings]
Bob.
What... [Inhales sharply]
Hey, Bob. What's up?
Forgot my phone.
[Cereal crunching]
Everything okay here?
[Bottle shatters] Aah! Uhh!
Bob?
[Dials] Female dispatcher: 9-1-1.
I need an ambulance.
There's been a robbery at Gold Star gas n' shop.
Please hurry. Please!
[Police radio chatter]
Mr. Korzak.
Sal Minetti, robbery/homicide.
You okay?
Kinda shaken up.
- You stayed late to close up? - That's right.
That usually your job?
No, not usually, but Bob was under the weather, so I offered.
He get to the hospital yet?
Yeah.
- How bad is he? - Touch and go.
Head injury, loss of consciousness...
that's never good.
But he's lucky you were there.
- Stupid son of a... - Hey! Hey!
Hey, relax! Calm down.
Bob's in bad shape, man. He might not make it.
- Bob's gonna be fine. - You know that? You don't know that.
No, I know this...
We got to control the things that we can
and not worry about the things that we can't.
[Panting]
And have the wisdom to know the difference. You hear me?
I can't lie.
We got to tell the truth.
What are you talking about?
There is a thing called moral obligation. We have...
Mor... what? Where's your moral obligation to me?
I did this for you.
You're gonna pull me down on something
that you roped me into?
This was your idea!
I never figured on this!
You hit him with a damn bottle!
I've been to the joint,
and you would not last five minutes in there.
No way.
And what happens to Mary and Henry
and that little girl you ain't even got a name for yet?
What happens to them, you're stuck serving time?
Huh?
It's 9 large,
split two ways.
[Bills rustle]
I rounded up your half. Don't thank me.
Pinhead.
[Doorbell rings]
[Knock on door]
It's that damn detective.
He didn't believe me for a second.
Look, just put the money away. And, Matt, relax, okay?
As long as we stick together, they got nothin'.
All right?
[Knock on door]
Nicky...
I was callin', but nobody answered!
- You haven't heard yet?! - [Door closes]
Is it Bob?
He's dead, ain't he?
Denise, what happened? What happened?
What happened is, I was at home
'cause you know me and Ted had a romantic dinner planned...
Denise, what happened?
Man on TV: Good evening!
Coming to you live from New York,
welcome to the Empire State lottery drawing,
where all your dreams are just seven numbers away
from coming true!
Tonight's jackpot... $145 million.
[The Aggrolites' "Lucky streak" playing]
The first number in tonight's winning draw is...
[Rattling, whoosh]
16!
16. Okay, good start.
Hey.
Shoes off the couch.
♪ Met her on the floor tonight ♪
followed by...
34!
♪ Bet my heart down on that baby ♪
[Dialing]
Followed by...
♪ 'Cause I know my odds are right ♪
21!
♪ Ain't no black book ♪
21.
The next number is...
[Rattles and clacks]
- 40! - 40.
♪ Goin' all in for that woman ♪
♪ 'cause she knocks me off of my feet ♪
- 12! - 12.
[Clack] 18!
♪ Place your bets ♪
18.
And the final number
in tonight's winning draw is...
God, Buddha, Vishnu, whoever's on duty up there,
I beg you...
please make him say 7.
Please! Please 7!
[Rattling]
[Clack]
7!
Aah!
♪ Lady love sure smiled at me ♪
Are you kidding me?! Are you serious?!
- 7! Aah! - * when she blessed me with your lovin' charms *
Aah!
- Aah! [Laughing] - * I found my place in some *
- [Both continue screaming] - * sweet heaven here in your arms *
[Speaking Urdu]
[All screaming] * I gotta tell the world about it *
♪ I wanna stand right up and shout it ♪
- Aah! - * well, lucky me *
- We're the trumps of Astoria! - * well, lucky, lucky me *
I'm gettin' that Bentley, son! [Laughs]
- Gold Star, we love ya! Mwah! - * ooh, baby *
Denise: Nicky, please be careful with the ticket.
- Don't rip the ticket! - * I don't mind stormy weather *
[Salsa music playing loudly]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Cheering]
Over here!
[Indistinct conversations]
Papi!
*
[Laughs] Woman: Oh, my God!
[Gasps] Oh, baby!
- Aah! - What the hell?
Well, cousin Rico ran into Samira's brother at the Costco,
and then he told him, and then Rico called me and...
- Wait, wait, wait. - And, oh, my God.
- Told them what? - Oh!
About the lottery, you big dummy!
[High-pitched voice] You won the lottery!
Oh, my God!
[Cheering]
Oh, my God!
I got a new oven all picked out, baby.
I got a new oven.
We're gonna have an entertainment system,
a 52-inch screen.
- We're gonna have wi-fi in every room.- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Honey, you're gonna carried away. Hold on. - Oh, my God. Aah!
- Um... - Man: I can't believe it!
Uh, let's... come here. Come here.
- Yeah. - Oh, excuse me. Excuse us.
Guests: Whoo!
[Breathing heavily] [Door closes]
Baby...
we're freakin' rich.
We're like J.Lo rich, baby.
Bianca, I have something to say.
You remember the coffee can I showed you this morning?
- With the money in it? - Yeah.
Now, every week for the last... [Sniffs]
two years or so,
I've been prudently putting money into that can.
I know. I know, baby. That's so good.
But you know what? You don't have to do that no more.
What I mean is,
I've been saving it in there instead of blowing it
on the Gold Star lottery pool.
So...
the bad news is, I'm not part of the winning ticket.
The good news... [Scoffs]
is I've gradually been able to save just under $400,
some of which you used to buy that beautiful toaster.
[Train rattling in distance]
[Loud clatter]
Ohh!
[Sighs]
Listen, I'm sorry, honey.
I just... I mean... [Scoffs]
I took a bet on being responsible and a good provider.
Oh, my God. I just never imagined...
Okay, shut up.
[Breathes deeply]
[Sniffles]
You are the best husband
and the best father that anyone...
anyone could ever ask for.
You are.
But you're gonna have to explain this to my mother
when she gets here in the morning,
'cause I bought her a first-class ticket.
*
[Laughs]
Oh, we could move into Manhattan, I guess.
Or better yet... Jersey.
It's great for the kids!
I always wanted a place in the suburbs.
Ho-Ho-Kus... I heard it's like paradise.
[Giggles]
And we got to have a cook's kitchen
and a jacuzzi...
and definitely a bidet.
I always wanted a bidet!
Me, too.
[Chuckles]
What's a bidet again?
[Laughs] [Chuckles]
Mmm.
Look, Bob is gonna be okay. All right?
And the cops are gonna find that son of a bitch who did this.
[The James Hunter Six's "Gold mine" playing]
[Indistinct conversations]
- Nicky! - Ohh! Uhh!
Good. How are you?
♪ Love's a gamble till it's on your side ♪
How about a quick little taste for us all to celebrate?
♪ But your love is a gold mine ♪
♪ the longer I dig, the more I find ♪
[Cork pops] [Cheering]
[Laughs]
♪ Love's a gamble till it's in your hand ♪
♪ you never know where the dice will land ♪
And...
one extra for Bob.
[Champagne pours]
To Bob.
- And to no more money worries. - Yeah. [Laughs]
[Telephone rings] Oh.
Mm. So look, uh, I...
[Beep] Gas n' shop.
Hola, guapa­sima.
Oh! Shh, shh, shh. It's Antonio.
Hey, papi. Running late?
Not really. I...
[Coughs] I think I got what Bob had.
So I'm gonna stay home today.
Well, that's too bad.
Ohh.
You guys finally did it.
Yay! [Laughs]
So... let me know if you hear any more word about Bob.
Sure thing. We will.
[Beep]
Says he's sick.
[Beep] But he does not sound like himself.
Being in the pool with us for so long, I mean...
it's got to hurt.
We could all pitch in, buy him somethin'.
Like a car.
[Laughs] W... all right, let's not get crazy.
Like a flat screen. Like a toaster or somethin'.
Denise: Nicky, have a heart.
Morning. Will Watson.
*** Lottery.
You must be the lucky 6.
[Laughter]
So there'll be a big press conference tomorrow.
Uh, now, there is one thing I need to go over.
M... Matt?
Yeah, that's me. I'm Matt.
There is a condition in the lottery rules
that state in order for a pool member
to automatically qualify for the jackpot,
that individual has to have personally paid into the winning ticket.
It's come to our attention that's not the case with you.
What? No.
I mean, I was gonna pay in. Been a little strapped.
Wait. You saying he's out?
Not necessarily.
The remaining pool members can still vote to include him.
So... Matt, if you will excuse us.
[Scoffs]
Okay, this will be a blind vote.
[Door closes]
[Exhales sharply]
Sorry it took so long. We were trying to break a tie.
It was a tie?
Two for and two against.
Wow.
So did you break it?
No,
which means we'll need Bob to.
Bob?
They called Ilene. Bob's awake.
Oh. [Breathing deeply]
We can't proceed until we resolve this, so...
he will have the deciding vote.
Uh, please wait here.
[Indistinct conversations]
I'm sorry, Matt. This must be tough for you.
I know how close you are to Bob.
[Knocks on glass]
Will: May I?
Go ahead.
- Mr. Korzak. - How's he doing?
It seems his memory's coming back.
You Matt's brother? Just the man I want to talk to.
Oh.
You did two years for grand larceny.
When he hired you, did Bob know you were an ex-convict?
Reformed ex-convict.
Yeah, he knew.
I don't got to explain myself to you or anybody.
Matt's a good kid.
A good kid... my best employee.
He should have a share of the money.
[Inhales deeply] Oh, Bob.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Thank you.
[Speaks indistinctly]
Congratulations!
Okay.
[Sighs] I got to... I just got to...
Minetti knows, doesn't he?
Nah. It's all right, big bro. I handled it. All right?
And then when I got home last night, he wasn't there.
- Who wasn't? - Ted.
He sent me a text that he was at a friend's house
and he would be home late.
So?
So he never came home at all.
- Oh, geez. You poor thing. - And I was worried, you know,
because I made dinner and everything.
I mean, it's not like him to just disappear like this.
Denise, did you call that number...
the one he texted?
No.
I'm afraid and I don't want to know.
Probably because you already do.
I don't blame him.
- You do not deserve this. - No, I've been thinking about it.
And all these years, it's like I had blinders on.
I mean, I used to be something to look at, you know?
Maybe I let myself go a little... or a lot,
'cause we used to hold hands and go for walks and talk.
Maybe things would've been different if we had kids.
[Voice breaking] You know, if I didn't have the miscarriage.
If it wasn't just us sittin' there,
w... watching each other getting older and fatter...
I don't know what happened.
This is not your fault.
We haven't had sex in five years!
- Oh, Denise. - [Sighs]
Hold on just one sec, okay, hon?
[Sniffles] Sure. Sure. It's okay.
Excuse me, Mr. Watson.
I was just curious
what sort of personal information they needed.
It's just that I had a few moving violations
when I was younger.
I lost my license for a while.
Okay. You're you, right?
Uh-huh.
As long as you can prove that, you shouldn't have a problem.
Okay?
[Intercom beeps] Man over P.A.: Samira Lashari.
Samira Lashari, please report to the nurses' station.
Excuse me, doctor?
- I think someone was paging... - Paging you. That was me.
[Chuckles] You must be Samira.
Uh, your father called me and told me that you were here.
- My father? - Actually, he called my mother,
who called my father, who called me.
- It's like the Manhattan Project. - Who are you again?
I'm Naveed.
The man your parents want you to marry.
- Oh. - Oh. [Laughs]
Okay. Well, um,
you look very different than your picture.
- Good different? Bad different? - Good different. Better different.
- Oh, good that it's better different... - I didn't know you worked here.
- I knew you were a doctor. - ... Because the alternative, well, you know, that...
- I'm sorry. This... this is... that would suck. - This is weird? [Chuckles]
- Totally. [Chuckles] - [Laughs]
My parents are forcing me into this thing, too.
[Laughs]
♪
[Sighs deeply]
[Creaks]
Antonio: Filthy rich bastards!
Look at you guys, all dolled up, looking like the Rockefellers.
Well, I got something to say.
I don't know how many of you are coming back here
to work at this dump,
but I still expect you at my house on time New Year's Eve.
And I don't want to hear any lame excuses like,
"oh, I couldn't find my way out of the mansion."
Okay, listen. Uh...
"Antonio, I couldn't... I... I... my Rolls Royce, it wouldn't start."
[Laughs]
[Laughter]
We're family, right?
Family.
Money can't change that.
Nothing changes that.
I'm happy for all of you. You deserve this.
It couldn't have happened to a better bunch of working stiffs.
Do me a favor... go out there,
give the neighborhood something to cheer about.
[Sniffles] Antonio.
[Crying]
Will: Okay, folks! Showtime.
Go. Okay.
[Speaks indistinctly]
Ohh. [Coughs]
- Guess what. - What?
I lost a pound.
Denise, that's great!
[Laughing] I know.
I'm worried, though. You're doing this all for Ted?
[Sighs] I was.
Now I'm doing it for me.
[Laughs]
♪
[Breathes deeply]
[Sighs]
I know you and Denise voted against me having a piece of all this.
I just wanted to say there's no hard feelings, okay?
What makes you think it was us?
[Garage door whirring and squeaking]
[Reporters shouting indistinctly]
♪
- Reporter: Will you quit your job? - Will you travel the world?
How do you feel winning all that money?
[Camera shutters clicking]
All in all, pretty damn lucky.
[Cheering]
[Paper rustles]
[The Staple Singers' "When will we be paid" playing]
♪ When will we be paid for the work we've done? ♪
♪ when will we be paid for the work we've done? ♪
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