Previously on The Five Star Weekend:
Welcome back to the show. My guest today is Hollis Shaw.
How can you cut these onions without crying?
My husband just died, so I can't do anything without crying.
My mom's friend, Linda, she had a girls' weekend
where she invited one friend from each phase of her life.
I think I'm gonna do it. On Nantucket.
- Hi! - That woman does not like me.
So Dru-Ann gets a whole house to herself?
Doctor's calling with results on Monday?
- Might be nothing. - Hey, Jack.
- Who is that? - That's Jack.
Your mom's first smackdown.
- You smell the same. - Yeah, still me.
So, when did you and Gigi get so close?
Matthew and I, we weren't in a great place.
Matthew, I've always supported you. And I finally
- have something for myself. - Honey, I support you.
Can you excuse me for a minute?
Hi, my love. It's me. Matthew.
You're probably already at the hotel.
I'm heading to the airport.
Does anyone know what the fuck we're actually doing here?
Are we just supposed to Meghan Markle cosplay all weekend?
Or did this woman plan her own intervention?
I mean, I haven't talked to her much since the funeral.
She's been mostly screening my calls.
But we text. It's just, it's been, it's been busy.
- And what about Gigi? - I think she's nice.
- No one is that cool. - No.
And she's barely drinking and it's creeping me out.
Mm. Hollis is allowed to make new friends.
- I know. - Do you?
Oh, I am so sorry.
My life is exploding, I've gotta go deal with this.
It's okay.
Hey, I'm at dinner. What now?
Okay.
Shh.
Oh, where have you been?
Oh, that's so weird.
Henry likes everybody.
He must smell my fear.
What are you scared of?
I'm at a three-day dinner party
with a bunch of women I've never met?
I agree. Yeah, this is terrifying. Heh.
Back on Monday, we'll deal with it then.
Okay, uh... Let's strategize on how we can be here for Hollis.
Yeah, we need to get her talking.
We need to get her into a routine.
- I think work's good for that. - Yeah.
She invited us here.
Maybe we should just be here with her.
Is she talking to anyone? Like a therapist...?
She doesn't need a therapist, she has us.
Oh, she's tried therapy.
Wow. You guys must talk a lot.
Yeah.
I recently lost someone too.
Who?
- My mum. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, we just connected over that, and...
Respectfully, you're a ran do fan from Hollis' Instagram.
It's just, I-I've known the girl for, what, since we were 18...
Yeah, and I've known her since I was three.
Our kids went to space camp together, so...
All right. It's not a competition.
And if it is, I win.
Grief isn't something you fix.
You have to get through it.
- Brooke gets it. - I heard that on a podcast.
- Oh, God. - Okay!
You can stop talking about me
because, behold, the famous Hollis Shaw blackberry tart.
- And this one's not burnt. - Whoo.
Okay, it still needs to cool down.
I'm just gonna grab a quick pic. Lean in.
For the Hollibabes.
Yay, cheese! You are the Hollibabes.
- Ooh, dessert. - Okay.
- Look at that. - Oh, it looks so yummy.
I can't believe you all are actually here.
I think I'm still in shock.
So, Hols...
Are you doing okay?
Yeah. Forgot the whipped cream.
Be right back. Whipped cream!
Does anyone want ice cream?
She's definitely not okay.
Mm-hm.
Nope. Oh, my God.
Mm!
How's the marg? Too salty?
I have to be able to look.
Oh my gosh! I think I miss it.
Just leave that in the sink, I got it.
Oh, you don't trust me to load your dishwasher?
- Never have, never will. - Is this right?
If this end's for your face, is this end for your dildo?
If you have to ask, you're not ready.
Wait, do companies just send you all of this nonsense for free?
It's free, but I have to "organically feature it"
in my day-to-day life" if I wanna
try for a brand relationship.
Is that the same wine you were drinking at dinner?
- Am I drinking too fast? - No, I'm just taking it slow.
- Are you pregnant? - Not that I know of.
No, there's plenty of reasons why a woman
might not be drinking that much.
- Are you on antibiotics? - You ask a lot of questions.
Yeah. Sorry.
Oh, my God, it won't end.
I thought you said it's gonna blow over?
- I thought so! - Did I miss something?
It was something I said regarding a client
that was taken completely out of context,
because the internet makes people stupid, that's all.
Sometimes it makes people happy.
Oh, my God.
And now, every white woman
who's taken one Gender Studies class
is explaining intersectionality to me in my comments.
This is just... Ugh! It's hell!
Couldn't you just apologize?
If I was wrong, but I wasn't.
Posey pays me to push her and to hold her accountable.
- I'm sure you can fix it. - We'll see.
Well, guess it's time for the orgy!
Because what you said at the door when I...
- Oh, right, yes. - The orgy.
I'll have to stretch first.
- What's the dress code for the orgy? - Birthday suits.
- There's no orgy, don't worry. - Okay.
We're good, we're good.
But we have reached the games portion of the evening.
Oh, wait, forgot snacks, be right back.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Let's get her wasted and talking.
I don't think we should do it tonight.
- She has to talk. - I think we should just keep her busy...
- No! - Snacks!
How about... Never Have I Ever?
Oh, wait, the middle-school game?
- Yay, I always win. - Oh, fun!
Let's do that. That's really fun.
- All right. - Should I start us off?
- Okay. - Might as well.
Uh...
Oh, never have I ever had a broken bone. Drink, bitches.
No, Hollis! Come on, you have to say something salacious. Okay?
Like, think dicks and holes.
- Okay. I'm sorry. - Okay, I will start.
Never have I ever given a guy a blow job
while he's on the phone with his mom.
- Wait, what? - Seriously?
- Freshman Dave. - Well, that's just wrong.
You would've too if you could've.
- No. - On Mother's Day.
- I was finding myself, sorry. - Okay, who was freshman Dave?
He was a short king.
He was cute, though!
- He lived in our college dorm. - Oh, yeah!
Well, unless he was getting plastered at... "P" -Bobs!
"P" -Bobs!
Okay, we get it, you guys went to college together.
My turn. Okay, um...
- Think dicks and holes. - Stop it!
Never have I ever eaten out a pussy!
Oh, you're going right to it.
Oh, God. Just been with a woman. How about that?
Cheers.
Ooh!
- Cheers. - Wait, you've been with a woman?
Junior year.
She fell asleep next to a passed-out couple,
that doesn't count!
Don't take my threesome from me.
No, it doesn't count.
You've never been with a woman?
You've lived on this island your whole life
and you've limited yourself to one gender.
She's been with Kyle since she was 16.
Oh, my God, I cannot imagine
being with the same guy for that many years.
Oh, my God, I would get so bored.
I mean, no offense. That's just me.
There's nothing "boring" about
having the selflessness and strength
to commit yourself to one person.
Wow. Wait, are you saying I'm selfish?
I mean, it takes work. Holly, back me up.
- Marriage is hard, but worth it. - Yes, it is.
Gigi, save us. Please. It's your turn.
Oh, um, sorry.
Never have I ever shat in the street.
- Shat? - Past tense of shit.
Wow, I've never even peed outside.
- Wait, you have? - No, I was just thirsty.
Caroline? What's up?
Aubrey. Tatum's daughter.
I'm sorry, I didn't even recognize you with a...
- Yeah, I have an Otis now. - Hi.
I don't post him because he can't consent.
- Right. - I recognized you,
like, immediately.
Your mom was very into her annual Christmas cards.
Yeah, it's-it's an addiction.
- Chip? - Thank you.
Wait, isn't your mom like a famous chef?
You're... Chips for dinner?
I just get sick of her food.
I heard about your dad. I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Must be awful.
I'm way too young to feel this old.
- I feel so old. - Me too!
- Me too. - Yeah.
And you're pre-med at Amherst.
Yeah. Oh, did my mom do a press release?
Oh, no, my mom is very well-versed
in your mom's life and accomplishments, so...
Listen, I gotta roll him around,
it's the only way to get him to sleep,
- and his dad's working, so I'm on my own. - Right.
But you should get out of here.
Go, like, to a bar and be young. And stupid.
Yeah.
And I'm... I'm here. If you need me.
Thank you.
Maybe don't bring the potato salad to the bar?
Just a thought. Just a thought.
Gross!
Maybe.
Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute. I have one.
And this is the very worst one of the night.
- Okay. - Never have I ever...
- I'm scared! - had my own kid
throw up in my mouth.
Me! I did! That's me!
- It was her! - My God!
- Oh, my God! - I saw it!
- I saw it with my eyes! - No! Into your mouth?
I can't believe you remembered.
- That's so nice. - Into her mouth.
I can taste it. Just talking about it.
- Oh, my God. - It was so sour.
- You were so cool and brave about it. - No.
No, seriously, this lady is the best mom.
You're the best. You have the most amazing boys.
- They love you. - Thank you. I love them.
- Yeah. - Maybe...
Maybe we should just talk.
I don't need to talk.
I wanna learn more about you weirdos.
Okay, Tatum, it's your turn.
Um...
Never have I ever lost my husband in a car accident
and then threw a three-day-long slumber party
and pretended like it didn't happen.
What the hell, Tatum?
We were gonna try and get her to talk.
No, I think that we were gonna do Gigi's plan
of just being there for her.
You have a plan?
I mean, this is crazy.
Your best friends in the world are here,
and we're eating fancy nuts
and posing for photos with tarts and playing middle-school games?
And you are suffering from the greatest loss of your life.
You want me to talk about it? Okay, guys, I'll talk about it.
I mean, where do I start?
I've tried everything on the internet.
Everything it suggests for how to get through this,
and none of it has worked.
I mean, I have a folder in my computer
that says "Matthew post-death to do,"
and I can't go near it. Um...
It takes half a bottle of NyQuil for me to sleep.
And food doesn't even taste good to me anymore
because it just reminds me that I am alive and he's dead...
You can say all of that to us. That's why we're here.
I thought you were here because I invited you
to take my mind off of all of this.
What do you wanna do?
- What I want to do is what I planned. - Mm-hm.
I want to have a goddamn pajama dance party.
Yeah.
Okay. Let's have a goddamn pajama dance party.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Go, Brooke! Whoo!
Sorry.
Ready? Go!
Here we go again.
Whoo.
- Ocean. Do the ocean. - Oh...
Do you think they just made this up?
No, they won some dance contest
with this routine when they were kids.
They did it at Hollis's wedding.
Was it just the most gorgeous wedding ever?
It was, like, the perfect day. They were so happy.
Okay, okay. Okay.
- Whoo! - Uh-uh.
If you'll excuse me. I am off to do a wee.
Well, have a good wee!
Sorry. Sorry.
Now, now, now! Get ready.
- The chorus! - I won't do that again.
Angel, angel!
- What's your husband do? - Um, he's a corporate lawyer.
Oh.
You know, um...
You go there, you go there!
He's actually involved in a little lawsuit right now.
Just teeny-tiny.
Oh? Go on.
One of the interns at his company
accused Charlie of, um...
being inappropriate?
- Oh. - But he says
she just wants a promotion and that's why she's doing it. So...
You believe him? You think she's lying?
Um, no, I mean I believe women. Just not her.
Actually, I shouldn't have said anything
because it's confidential.
It's kind of my job to support him as a wife.
That's what you do when you're married.
Okay.
Uh...
I'll be right back. Excuse me.
I bow to you.
Dru-Ann get this. Wait, document this.
Okay. Okay.
Oh, my gosh, we're getting dizzy for you!
- I owe you a dollar. - Yeah.
Hey, you know what? Can we listen to some real music now?
for flight GA 642 to Rome,
please go to Gate 26.
- What are you looking for? - Cashews.
Ah...
Ah, flight's delayed.
So, are you a professional nut inspector,
or is it like a side gig?
- Actually, I'm a pilot. - A pilot? R.A.F.?
No, just your everyday control freak
who's deathly afraid of turbulence.
Okay.
Can I buy you a free drink? Not in a creepy way.
Thank you, I'm not a big drinker.
I like to be present. Rawdog my life.
Sorry, I don't know why I said that.
I meant be present in my life...
- Got it. - without protection?
I get it. Don't... Say no more.
Really, I should see a doctor about it.
- Do you know a good one? - Uh... Well, I am one.
It was just one of those things.
I was sewing him back up, and he just...
Look, strokes happen.
Even to 17-year-olds.
And there's really nothing I could've seen
or done differently, but...
still can't help but feel like I could've saved him.
That sounds awful.
Attention, please.
It's nice.
That you're not trying to fix it or make me feel better.
I don't come out of the cockpit if I don't have to.
I don't like to look my passengers in the eye
because you know, what if we crash,
and I'm the reason they all die?
Hey, at least if you crash, you die too.
I have to live with my mistakes.
Lucky me.
No, it's a lot. To hold life in your hands.
Yeah, it's unbearable sometimes.
God, it is.
- Why do we do it? - Yes, why? Why do we do it?
Ladies and gentleman,
we're sorry about the delays,
but due to the severe thunderstorms,
all outbound flights have been canceled tonight.
Well, shit.
What are you doing?
Oh, I'm hiding.
- From me? - From the group. As a whole.
Yeah, no, I get that. I... I needed a break too. Heh.
I was on my way to the bathroom to hide.
You can hide in here with me if you like.
Okay.
Cheers. Did I do that right?
I watch a lot of Downton Abbey.
What are you doing with that photo?
Oh...
You know, it's kind of cheesy, but, um...
- I'm making a photo album... - Oh!
Of family pictures for Hollis.
- It's a surprise. - That's so nice!
Oh, my God, you're such a good friend. Oh, you know what?
I have a 10-percent-off discount to Shutterfly,
I could text it to you if,
you know, you wanna give me your number.
- Sure. - Yeah.
Well. We shouldn't be gone too long.
Okay.
What can I get you?
Oh... Hi!
- Hi. - You're Dylan!
You taught me how to boogie board.
I did?
Yeah, forever ago. At Cisco Beach.
- Caroline... - Yeah, yes. Totally.
Yes, you had like, really long hair like a mermaid.
- Yes! Yeah, yeah, I did. - Um...
- What can I get you? - Wine?
Wine? Yeah. Don't drink the wine here.
- Okay. - I can make you something.
G and T. I can't mess it up, it's just some G and some T.
- Sure. - Okay. Cool.
Wait, your dad is Dr. Shaw, right?
He's such a sweetheart, I caddied for him last summer.
How's he doing?
Um...
- He died. - What was that?
- He's good. Yeah, he's good. - Awesome. That's great.
- Uh, one sec. Don't go anywhere. - I can't.
- I don't have legs. - What? I didn't...
No! No, no. No, because I'm a mermaid.
You're funny, I like it.
Wait, I'm locked in, Dru!
Yeah!
- Brooke! - Oh, sorry.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Uh... BRB!
Hi, Mrs. McKenzie. Sorry for the late call.
I'm just calling to discuss the results of your biopsy.
If I don't catch you, I'll try you again first thing Monday.
Take care.
Hey, this is Kyle, leave a message.
Where are you?
I got a weird message from the hospital.
They have my results already.
I need you.
Tatum McKenzie!
Get your flat ass back out here!
She has a flat ass?
All right, here we go, here we go!
I'm drunk!
- Okay, ready? - Okay.
Yeah.
Shots, shots, shots!
Wait, check out this stutter synth.
Duh-duh-duh-duh.
Yeah, I like all the different noises.
Yeah, so I met this dude who knows this dude
who produces for Marshmello.
I'm trying to get him to sign me so I can
start booking festivals off-island.
Wait, hold on, this is my favorite part.
It's a combo of melo-dub and robo-dub.
Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dundun!
Whoom... Whoom...
- Right? - Sounds like, um...
It's like being in a robot womb.
Yes, exactly. That's it. You get it. You get me.
Yeah. Uh...
What? Something in my teeth?
Okay. I can't believe I'm telling you this.
- Oh...? - I had a very big crush on you.
- Really? - Yeah. Yeah.
But it was a boogie-boarding crush.
- Yeah. - So, don't get too excited.
Well, it's a little too late for that now.
- Are you hitting on my friend? - What? No.
I'm just kidding. Caroline would never.
She's way too good for you. She goes to Amherst.
And you are an aspiring wedding DJ.
- Not weddings, festivals. - Yeah, no. You're cute, though.
- How you doing, buddy? - He's still awake.
So, I need you
- to take him for a sec. - No way.
Yeah! Yes, of course.
Hello. Oh, hello, you.
- Hi again. - Hi.
So, he's your baby daddy?
Boyfriend and baby daddy,
and it's complicated. What are you drinking?
- Uh, a G and T. - Classic. How'd he do?
- Not good. - Yeah. Okay.
We're dancing...
The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any messages at this time. Goodbye.
Pizza's here.
- Hi. Did you invite these guys? - Hi.
Thought the party could use some sausage.
Gross.
Um... We're gonna go to the bathroom together.
It's a thing we do.
- Nice pajamas. - Thank you.
It was just a little pajama dance party thing.
- Oh. Lovely. - Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Would you like some blackberry galette?
I'm sorry, what?
It's like a fancy way to say pie without a top.
- Oh, a topless blackberry pie. - Blackberry.
Okay. I'll have a beer.
What?
I mean, you haven't had my baking in, like, 30 years?
Trust me, it's come a long way
since Bisquick over canned fruit.
Okay. Well, let's see it.
Okay, that's more like it. Come on.
you again first thing Monday. Take care.
What do you think? "Take care," like, "Chill out, you're fine"?
Or "Take care," like, "You're gonna die."
I don't know, baby.
Well, I can't handle not knowing.
You want me to take you home?
She redid this bathroom
because I don't remember this brass last time we were here.
It's good.
Probably Eddie did it, but...
Oh, my God, these things are supposed to be so good.
- Miss, miss him. - Make that!
- See, that's what I'm talking about. - Mm-hm.
- That guy cannot be guarded. Right? - Mm-mm.
I can't have anymore. I can't.
I can't believe...
So, what are your intentions with my Hollis?
What are you talking about? I'm just here with Kyle.
- She broke up with me, remember? - Yeah, when you were teenagers.
After which she spent the next two years regretting it.
Wondering if she made the right decision.
- Oh. - Yeah.
No judgment here, girl.
Please be a gentleman.
I don't have any intentions.
Yeah, yes!
I keep getting targeted ads for this! Can I try?
- Yeah, go for it. - Oh. Thank you.
So, what happened there?
- Let's go. - With what?
Come on.
- Jack. - So, there's a story.
We were together. We were kids.
He wanted to stay, I wanted to leave the island.
It was never meant to be a forever thing.
And yet, you're still blushing.
Well, the man makes me blush,
even though he wears shorts in the winter.
It's so dorky.
That's what I'm talking about.
Yeah, I had a Jack in college too.
He wanted to marry me. Do that whole thing.
But then my mum died, and
I decided to blow up my life completely, so...
I thought your mom died last year.
Did I say last year? I meant... Oh, no, I meant that she had...
- Wait. What happened? - Sorry!
That's a sign from a vengeful God if I've seen one.
- Or a circuit breaker. - I think that was me.
- Fuck! Brooke! - I know, I'm sorry.
It's that plug plus the mic... Oh, no. Hang on.
Shoot, I'm so sorry.
It's okay, I've got flashlights...
This big-ass house ain't got a generator?
- Here somewhere. - Does this help?
Yeah. Oh, good, we found a use for that.
Oh, I always do stuff like this.
I'm sorry, guys. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
How long is this gonna take? Guys!
Are you made at me, Dru?
- I'm sorry. This was all me. - Where's your fuse box?
We'll find it. How you doing, Shaw? Are you scared?
Oh, shut up.
So, you're still doing the handyman thing, right?
- That "thing," and other things. - Well, I didn't mean...
I'm county game warden, I own a bar and grill.
- To suggest that you... - Oh, wait. Here you go.
- You found it. - Yeah.
I can't believe I don't know where my own breaker box is.
I don't want you to think I was just one of those wives
who always let her husband do all the house stuff.
I don't think anything.
Well, you know, I'm sure Matthew told me...
Hollis.
It's okay.
Thank you.
Guys, what's taking so long?
Let there be light.
I know, crazy, right? I could never.
Hey, no, wait. Where are you going?
Well, usually when the lights go on in the club,
means the party's over, so...
- Goodnight! - Goodnight!
Aw...
- Sorry. - Goodnight.
- Okay. - Goodnight. Goodnight.
There's fresh towels on your beds.
Yoga at 8 a.m.
- Nope. Absolutely not. - Thank you.
- No problem. - Yeah.
You wanna grab the other game?
Yeah, sounds good.
- I'm gonna stay. - Good.
Monday, we'll know.
- Goodnight. - Bye, Jack.
Bye, Tatum.
Don't say anything.
Do you wanna do something?
Hm... I was thinking of loading the dishwasher.
When did you get old?
Excuse me, I think I'm a full two months younger than you.
Prove it.
Wait, wait, wait!
The police? Ditch them, ditch them! Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Ditch them, ditch them!
- Okay, disappear, disappear. - Okay.
Sit still, sit still.
Excuse me? Can you exit the structure, please?
Yes.
Have you girls been drinking?
Just a little wine with dinner, sir.
Wait. Teddy Bear?
- We used to babysit you... - No!
- When you were a toddler. - That's Teddy Bear Cooper.
The most delicious little chubby baby.
Look at... we used to wipe your butt.
Oh, God.
- I wipe my own butt now. - Oh, my God, you do?
Of course.
Okay, we got a noise complaint.
Now, they said it sounded like a group of elderly teenagers.
- No. - You need to keep it down.
- Okay, Officer Teddy Bear. - Okay.
It's Officer Cooper.
Go home, please. Quietly.
Oh, baby Teddy Bear!
- Oh, God! - Oh...!
No, I can't. If I smoke one, I'll smoke a million.
How are you? How's the store?
Oh, the store's good.
I mean, people always have to have their cashmere cleaned,
- so... - Yep.
I'm sorry we've drifted.
Interesting choice of word. "Drifted."
Like you're seaweed. Like you had no choice.
I didn't.
I guess I was seaweed too.
Everyone keeps asking if I'm okay...
and I don't know what I am.
But you know me, right?
I don't know this version of you.
Mm.
The fancy, shiny hashtag Hollis.
It's still me, though.
So, I found a lump.
What? Sis.
We don't have a diagnosis yet.
That's why I called Kyle to come over.
It's just, the hospital left a voicemail
and I was freaking out.
What did they say?
They said they'd call Monday. Big help.
Oh, my gosh.
Wait, you might have cancer and you're smoking.
What, this is the exact time when you should smoke.
Plus, it could be nothing.
Mmm...
- But, you know, my mom. - Yeah.
I mean, I've already outlived her 12 years, so...
I'm a lucky lady.
Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want a pity party.
I won't. I won't. Mm-mm.
You know, diagnosis is not what it used to be.
You're gonna be fine. You are.
I know.
You know, it's late.
Okay.
- Do you need me to help you? - Excuse me?
- Oh, you don't need help. - No.
Okay. You're a big, strong man.
- I am... - You've got it.
One of the bigger, stronger.
- Here, boss. - Give me the bike.
Oh, yeah, no, it's fine. It's my pleasure.
So, how do you use this?
- You go... - Well, so, yeah.
That's the front brake. That's the back brake. You got it.
- I got this. - So, hold on.
I think I actually, I know how to...
Are you sure?
"I take mental health very seriously.
While playing soccer for UNC I minored in psychology.
And I'm putting my money where my mouth is.
I've even made a large donation to..."
- Are you listening? - Yes.
Okay. All right. "To not..." Give me some.
"I've even made a large donation to NAMI,
the National Alliance on Mental Illness..."
- Dru. - Yeah?
You're still missing the part
where you actually apologize.
But I'm not wrong.
Okay, but this is an apology.
But I need my integrity to be the real takeaway here.
You're still not apologizing.
First, you need to admit you were wrong...
- Ugh! - then express your regrets,
then provide context for your actions.
Why do you even know this?
Famous people apologizing is my favorite kind of TikTok.
- You should say you're gutted. - Gutted?
- Yes! - No! I'm not gutted.
- Maybe you should be. - I've seen you pee on the floor.
Now you're telling me how to feel? Really?
- Yes. - No. Look, I love you.
I love you, I would even give you my liver.
But your whole generation,
you have all completely lost touch
with work ethic, discipline, teamwork...
You can't live without your liver,
so please don't give me yours.
Maybe I just won't say anything.
Then you're ambivalent.
Okay, well, so, either way, I'm screwed.
Yes. You're supposed to be Posey's safe space.
There's no such thing.
Okay, then the person she can talk to.
You know, I could say the same thing about you with your mom.
When are you gonna tell her about college?
You know you can't just talk to me, Caroline.
- You have to talk to her. - I know.
I know.
I'm gonna go to bed. Night.
- I love you. - I love you too.
And, I'm actually, I'm gonna take these.
Of course. Heh.
Well, I'm clearly desperate for friends.
I hear you. I don't get out much either.
Who does? Sorry I've told you my whole life story, by the way.
No, that's what strangers in bars are for.
And we'll never see each other again.
Right, so...
- Uh... This is me. - Oh, this is me.
Oh.
- Not weird. - No.
Well, uh, have a great rest of your life.
You too.
- Get some rest. - Yeah. Goodnight.
Oh, come on. Here.
I'm sorry, I can't. You're married.
No, I know. Yes, I don't even... happened.
- Um... Okay. - Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Gigi?
Are you leaving?
Yeah.
Um...
I'm sorry.
I just... I feel a bit out of place.
I think I know what's going on here.
Really?
It's a little weird that I invited you this weekend.
We barely know each other.
It's a little weird that I came.
I'm so glad you did.
With Tatum and Brooke and Dru-Ann,
I've known them for years.
And Caroline her whole life.
So, with each of them,
I've let them down at some point.
With you, I got a fresh start.
And I really need that right now.
Please stay.
I need there to be five of us. Five stars.
Um...
I'll have to borrow something for tomorrow,
The dress code for dinner, I didn't bring anything black.
What's mine is yours.