Want some hand lotion?
How many times I got to say no?
Men can take care of their skin, too.
Yeah, men in California.
We have got to get you on a plane one of these days.
I was thinking, maybe we can spend Thanksgiving at my mom's.
You know, it's the first one since my dad passed.
Of course.
- You're the best. - I know.
So, who's gonna tell your mom?
I'm sure when we're not there she'll figure it out.
Want to rock-paper-scissors for it?
Or you tell her and I won't squirt you.
You wouldn't dare.
You're gonna smell so pretty.
- Get that away from me. - Come here!
Come here!
No. Baby.
Morning. Morning.
Good morning.
Mrs. McAllister,
I was hoping to talk to you about Thanksgiving.
Well, sure.
I really think me, Mandy and CeeCee
need to spend it at my mom's.
This is the first Thanksgiving since your dad passed.
Of course you should.
Oh.
Thank you.
That's a relief.
Why?
Why what?
Why would you think that I would be upset
that you want to spend Thanksgiving
with your grieving mother?
Well...
What kind of monster do you think I am?
Um...
Georgie, let's go. We got to get to work.
Got to go. Thanks again.
You saved my butt.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Hey. This is a nice surprise.
Just wanted to drop off some of CeeCee's old clothes
for the donation room.
Oh.
Are you sure you don't want to hang on to these
in case you have another one?
Oh, we ain't planning on another one just yet.
You weren't planning on the first one, either.
Fair point.
While I'm here, I wanted to let you know
we're gonna come to your place for Thanksgiving.
Oh.
I'm not doing Thanksgiving this year.
What are you talking about?
Well, Sheldon's in school,
and Missy got invited to a friend's.
Well, she can't go. It's Thanksgiving.
I already told her she could.
And to be perfectly honest, I don't feel like celebrating.
But this was Dad's favorite holiday.
I know, and doing it without him would just be too hard.
Fine. Then come have dinner at the McAllisters'.
With your mother-in-law?
Not for a million dollars.
Oh, come on. She's not a monster.
Come on.
No.
Fine. I didn't want to do this,
but as the man of the house, I'm putting my foot down.
You're coming.
I have a foot of my own.
Would you like to know where I'm gonna put it?
No, ma'am.
All right, then.
Maybe next year, we can take CeeCee
to the Macy's Parade.
You're not taking my granddaughter to New York City.
She'll come back a Democrat.
She's a baby.
A God-fearing, Republican baby.
Sorry I'm late.
Hey. How'd it go?
She don't want to do Thanksgiving.
What do you mean, like she doesn't want to cook?
She don't want to do it at all.
May I interject?
What?
I'm considering getting a cat.
Connor, not now.
Let me know when.
She knows she's welcome here, right?
She just wants to sit home by herself.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know. I hate the thought of her being all alone.
Now?
Fine.
You're never alone if you have a cat.
Oh, come on, Missy.
If you come, Mom has to.
Why are you making this such a big deal?
It's a big deal 'cause we're gonna be together as a family.
Is Sheldon coming?
We're gonna mostly
be together as a family.
Well, I've made other plans.
Please.
Mom needs this.
Mom needs a lobotomy.
All right, I'm done asking.
I'm telling you you're coming.
So, is she coming?
That's not funny.
Sorry.
Here, let me try.
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Hey, Missy, it's Mandy. About Thanksgiving...
Mm-hmm. Hurts, don't it?
Sweet of Georgie to worry so much about his mom.
It is.
I hope our kids worry about me when I'm a widow.
What makes you think I'm gonna go first?
Jim.
Fine.
And of course they're gonna worry about you.
I'm not so sure.
Amanda's likely to stick me in a home
first chance she gets.
On the bright side, Connor will probably be your roommate.
Very funny.
Hope you like cats.
Hey. What are you doing here?
I thought I'd bring Georgie some lunch, slice of pie.
He's on a tow truck run.
Oh, shoot.
What kind of pie?
Why?
Oh, I was just curious.
It's pecan, his favorite.
I was hoping to cheer him up.
Yeah, he has been a little moody lately.
Kind of snapped on a customer.
What happened?
Well, they wished him a happy Thanksgiving,
and he said, "Whatever."
Ooh, for him, that's bad.
Yeah, it was hard to watch.
Well, this is his first Thanksgiving without his dad.
Sure, that's rough.
George was a good man.
Sure was.
You know, I thought we'd be celebrating
Thanksgivings together for a long time.
Me, too.
But, uh...
guess you never know what the future holds.
Makes you appreciate what you do have.
We're really lucky.
We sure are.
Don't you go anywhere.
Oh, I won't, baby girl.
You better not.
I should go.
All right. Well, thanks for stopping by.
Don't eat Georgie's lunch.
I am hungry, but I won't.
So, how's it going?
My little great-granddaughter saying "meemaw" yet?
No, just "dada."
Pisses me off.
Uh, enjoy it.
My kid doesn't even talk to me anymore.
Why bring it up?
It's called making conversation.
What about you? How you doing?
I'm all right.
I'm a little worried about your grandson.
Oh. Is this about Thanksgiving?
Well, you just got to give Mary time.
When my husband died, I was just miserable
those first few holidays.
Maybe he died because you're miserable.
It's a big house.
Go somewhere else.
Good day.
Um, so here's the thing.
Georgie's going through a rough time,
and I want to help.
What can I do?
Well, it would mean a lot to him
if you could be with us for Thanksgiving.
Oh, honey, I am so sorry.
I promised Dale I'd go camping with him.
Oh, that's okay. It's all right.
Just let me talk to Dale.
We're not going camping!
I was gone 20 seconds.
What the hell happened?
We're having Thanksgiving with Georgie.
I've been looking forward to this for months.
Oh, I know, honey. I have, too.
What time you want us?
Your meemaw and Dale are coming.
I just think it would mean a lot to your brother
if you could be there.
Okay.
Really? Thank you.
But first, I need a little favor.
- Anything. - Take me to get a tattoo.
What? No.
You said, "Anything."
Yeah, and then you said "tattoo."
I guess I'm not going.
Oh, come on.
I can't decide between a dolphin or a sunflower.
What do you think?
I am not taking you to get a tattoo.
All right, well, maybe I'll see you at Christmas.
- Ow, it hurts. - Good.
Hey, Mary.
What brings you by?
Just wanted to talk.
If this is about Thanksgiving,
I'm not changing my mind.
Well, your mom and Missy are coming.
I don't care.
Look, I understand, I really do. I-I just think...
You do not understand.
You do not know what it's like to lose a husband.
I don't, um,
but Georgie's struggling, too,
and I think it would be great...
Well, I'm sorry if I'm disappointing everyone,
but this is what I need.
And for once, I am putting myself first.
Okay. Sorry.
Hey, I hope it's okay I invited Missy,
Georgie's meemaw, and her fella Dale to Thanksgiving.
Her fella?
Her beau?
I don't know what to call old people who are doing it.
I've seen him. They're not doing it much.
It's fine, the more the merrier.
Okay. Thank you, I appreciate it.
And don't think you're sticking me in a home someday.
I'm dying in this house.
What?
You heard me.
What was that about?
I-I don't know.
So, good news, your family's coming to Thanksgiving.
Really? Everyone?
Well, Meemaw, Dale and Missy.
Oh, still no on my mom?
Um, I tried, but...
It's okay, this is great. Thank you.
How'd you convince my sister?
I ju— I just asked nicely.
That don't sound right.
Well, what can I say? The kid loves me.
Go easy, Jim.
My second one.
It's 10:00 in the morning.
Well, I'd put it back, but... it's already open.
- Table's all set. - Thank you.
Anything else I can do?
We're good for now.
Ooh, what's this?
Well, that's cranberry sauce.
Why ain't it shaped like the can?
It's homemade.
Huh.
Maybe next year we should spring for the good stuff.
Smells delicious, Mom.
Thank you, honey.
Why you all dressed up?
I was told to look nice for company.
That meant take a shower.
Oh.
Be right back.
Hey, happy Thanksgiving.
- Come on in. - Happy Thanksgiving.
- Gimme.
There you go.
Forget the turkey, I'm gonna gobble you up.
I won't be eating any children.
Thank y'all so much for coming.
- You bet. - I had no choice.
Good call on the socks.
I'm not stupid.
That beer for you?
No, ma'am, Mr. McAllister.
Another one?
Uh, I haven't been keeping count.
Well, you let him know I am.
Or you let him know
and I'll stay here and mash them potatoes.
Tell him.
I hope it wasn't too much trouble
adding a bunch of people at the last minute.
No problem at all. Audrey loves this.
Does she need any help?
I have no idea. So, Dale...
when are you two kids gonna make it official?
I've asked repeatedly.
We don't need to get married.
We're fine just as we are.
No, she's hoping somebody better comes along.
Don't you want the best for me?
Okay, CeeCee's napping. What'd I miss?
She don't want to marry me.
I really appreciate you coming.
Well, I knew how important it was to you.
What'd she bribe you with?
Nothing. She just asked nicely.
You're a lying sack of you-know-what.
Welcome, everyone.
As a special surprise, I have composed
a Thanksgiving polka for accordion and turkey call.
You stay right there, I got my guitar in the trunk.
No.
Mom?
I hope it's okay I just dropped by.
Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
Come on in.
Hey, look who came!
I can't believe you got 'em all here.
Well, what can I say?
You knocked up a pretty special lady.
You sure made your son happy today.
I'm glad.
I thought you were going camping.
So did Dale.
What? Just eat.
Okay.
- Where you going? - To get another beer.
Excuse me.
Oh, boy.
Here comes one of our Thanksgiving traditions.
Put that back, you've had enough.
It's a holiday, I'm celebrating.
You're embarrassing yourself is what you're doing.
I'm having a good time!
Maybe you need a drink.
I have been up since the crack of dawn
putting this thing together. You are not gonna ruin it.
Oh, I'm not "rooning" anything.
R-Roonin... Ru-in-ing.
Oh, my God, listen to yourself.
Eh, I'd rather listen to me than you.
Mom, can I get you anything else?
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Keep your voice down.
Mary.
Dang.
It's my house, I will talk as lo— as loud as I please.
Where you going?
I'm sorry, I can't do this.
Don't mind them, they argue all the time.
It's not them.
Then what?
I...
Tell me.
Your father and I used to argue
about him getting drunk on Thanksgiving, and...
I'll never get to do that again.
You miss arguing with Dad?
Yes.
Mom...
I'm going home.
Please tell everybody I'm sorry.
No, wait.
I got a better idea.
This is nice.
It is.
Yeah, not creepy at all.
What the heck is that?
Ouch!
Still better than camping.
Everybody.
Huh?
Come on, Jim!
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