How are you?
Sorry. I would've knocked,
but you know I abhor violence. Hey. Oh [Grunts] sorry, I was grinding polenta
for our lunch. My arm's kinda tender. Polenta elbow
is a real thing. Marianne Williamson
was the only candidate with the guts
to talk about it. So, Jer,
how you doing? I'm hanging in there. Very happy
to see you both. But the truth is, Claire,
in this light, you're reminding me
so much of your mother. Well, it's the hair.
Same neck. [ Footsteps approaching ] Oh, you must be Jerry. I'm Dylan's mom, Farrah. How wonderful
to meet you. Full disclosure --
I'm a hugger. I'm sorry, I'm not very
comfortable with that, because I'm a kisser. [ Chuckles softly,
smooches ] [ Chuckles ] Oh,
what a lovely necklace. Well, thank you. It was made from the wreckage
of a Japanese whaling ship. How can the same people
that gave us the haiku want to hunt
such a graceful creature? Uh, well, I can guarantee that absolutely no vegetables
were harmed in the making
of this salad. Actually, Claire, it's been proven
that plants feel pain. Yes, they scream when you
rip them from the ground. Oh, um,
then you're gonna hate what happened
to these grapes. That's okay.
They're drunk. [ Both laugh ] Oh. Well, it is such
a nice day outside. Why don't the two of you enjoy your wine
in the backyard while we finish
setting up in here? What a lovely idea. Oh, Farrah,
did you know that Jerry is following
the butterfly migration? All the way to Méjico? I'm gonna spend
the winter and spring hammock camping
in the Sierra Chincua sanctuary. That is one of my favorite
places on this Earth. Oh, you've been there?
Not in ages, but I would love to visit
in this life. Oh...
[ Door opens ] This is going so much better
than we even hoped!
[ Door closes ] It's so weird.
Jerry has such a type. I mean, Farrah and my mom
are the -- My mom.
She's in the backyard. Ohhhh, right. Oh, God. Um, I don't know
what happened. It's Dede. How did she get here? I thought she was
at Mitchell's house. I don't understand. My mom's ashes are fused
to the roots of the tree. Of course. Dede, I never would have
flirted with another woman in front of you. Unless it was
that kind of weekend, like that time in Taos. Ew.
Dede needs me. I shouldn't go anywhere. But -- But what --
But what about the butterflies and Méjico? Claire,
I can feel it. Your mother
is in pain right now. Are -- Are we absolutely sure
it's the tree? Because I do have
an eggplant parmesan under the broiler. I don't mean to overreact, but I think the situation
may call for some throat singing. [ Low-pitching
vocalizing ]
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