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her your little tip. -Thank you, Amy. It's hard
to imagine not hearing that voice every day for
the next four years. -Thank you! -Hi, Mrs…
Ms.… Max's mom. This is Caroline Channing,
your daughter Max's best friend and roommate and
business partner. I didn't want to leave this on
a voice mail, but I cannot believe you didn't
show up to your own daughter's graduation when
you are the sole reason she didn't graduate in the
first place! I mean, who takes their daughter to
the mall on finals day? What kind of mother are
you? And all the times I've defended you to Max,
not to make it about me, but it was a lot. Saying,
"She's not that bad. She's not that bad." Well,
I guess you are that bad! Max is right,
you are a monster! If you're on your way,
we're in the second row. I have blonde hair.
-Christina Bayers. -Whoo, that's my granddaughter!
-Salazar Belmonte. -That's my boy!
-Max Black. Max Black. -Whoo-whoo!
That's my downstairs neighbor! Whoo-whoo! -So
what, you called them all? -Yeah, you know,
just in case. -This pastry school would be a
huge financial commitment, David. Why don't
you just go down to Union Square and light
a bag of money on fire? -Mr. Chase, I agree,
it's a huge undertaking. And if you'd like, we can
discuss a business plan. I did graduate top of my
class from Wharton. -Wharton. In Philadelphia. The
city of brotherly love. And let me tell you, it
certainly is. -Our son, Hunter, went to Wharton.
He's about your age. I'll text and tell him we've
met you. What is your last name, Caroline? -Um…
Channing. -Caroline Channing? Your father isn't
Martin Channing, the one in prison for the Ponzi
Scheme? -Amazing fish! II love this tilapia. It's
almost a chicken-y fish. -Deke, you never told us
about this. -What, that the fish was chicken-y?
You know that's why I don't come home anymore.
Why would I tell you? She didn't steal the money,
he did. -Deke does have a point. It wasn't
Caroline, and her father is serving time. -Ah,
speaking of serving, there are like nine forks
here. Where do I go next? -It's easy for you to
say, Deke. You didn't lose money. Amy and
I had to move from the penthouse to the
fourth floor! -The fourth floor, Deke! That's
three above the doorman. Only five bedrooms,
and I can hear the "whoosh-whoosh" of the damn
elevator all night long! -Oh. Shh, shh. -Genet,
I cannot believe you would invite a Channing
into your home. -Sir, if you say another bad
word about her, I'm gonna "whoosh-whoosh" you off
that chair. -Max, these are our friends. -Yeah,
well she is my friend, and she's had it pretty
rough. And I'm not gonna sit here and let them
insult her. Oh, you only have five bedrooms?
Well, she sleeps in the wall! You rich people
are all the same. -Max, take it down. You're gonna
"whoosh"(wish) you did later. -No Deke. I mean,
look at this table. Seven forks and ten
knives, for what? You know what we have
at our apartment? Five chopsticks and a spork
from Kentucky Fried Chicken, and we do fine.
We don't need to sit here and gravel--Grovel.
-Whatever. For your money or their approval. All
I can say is, you rich people are Lucky those
cops took my BB gun. Let's go, Caroline. -No,
this is my fault. I'll go. -No, you know what?
We'll all go. -Deacon, sit down. You are not
leaving the table with them. -I go where she
goes. Except not in the bathroom, because we
doping or deserting? I can help you either
way. -We're thinking about dessert. -Cool,
how about a Max's Homemade Cupcake? -I don't
think so. How's that cherry pie? -Nice. The
family of mice that lives in it just renewed
their lease. So, a Max's Homemade Cupcake?
-You keep saying "Max's Homemade Cupcakes"
like it's a thing. I've never heard of it.
-I haven't either. And we know a lot. -And
yet you put that headband on this morning.
-So who's Max? -Yeah, who's Max? -Who's Max?
She's Lance Armstrong's left nut. What? -Nothing.
-Caroline, you know I'm not one to gossip, but
just about 30 seconds ago, I saw Max drop some
major attitude and blow a chance with a possible
cupcake customer. -That's your gossip? That Max
has an attitude? What are you gonna tell me
next, that Elton John is gay? -Anyways, I'm
just saying about Max, bitch needs to take it down
a notch. -Bitch needs to mind his own business.
-Let me check with Paul Platt, the party planner.
He's on the phone with him right now. -Hey, Brody.
-Oh, no. -There's a problem with the list. She's
not on it. Her. Caroline channing. -Shh! -Paul,
I've got Caroline channing, and she's not on the
list. -If everybody in this line could just wait
until we get the Caroline channing situation under
control. -If you say "channing" one more time,
I'm going to actually pull your voice box out.
-And its s so much more violent than it sounds.
-Yes, Paul, I'll tell them. There's been a
little mix-up. Five more minutes will get you
right in. You're not getting in. -Well, that's
it. We tried. We gave it our best shot. -Oh,
no. This is the closest I have ever gotten
to anything in my life almost working out.
We are not giving up. -How are we getting in?
Security's everywhere. -Yeah, out here, but
not at the servers'entrance. I catered this last
year. That's right, we're going backdoor. -Ooh!
spoke French! -Only enough to impress Americans!
[-Je dois utiliser les toilettes.] -Oh my God.
Les toilettes. Les toilettes, that's where we are.
She's coming in here! What should we do? -Pretend
we're hot plumbers? -Hide in the shower. -I think
she might notice us. -You know that's all glass,
right? Let me just get you a clean hand towel!
She has to pee-pee. -She can't come in here to
use the toilet,'cause my life is in it. -I know,
this is unfortunate. So go out the window. -What?
-It's not a problem. There's a ledge wide enough
for you to walk to the neighbor's terrace, jump,
and get away. Stephanie did it. -Who's Stephanie?
-That's not important. She's fine. -Now go! You
have to go. Unless you think you and I still
have a shot. -I'll be on the ledge. Come on,
Max. -No way, not happening, Lucy! -If he loses
his bad marriage, I'm responsible. -Almost. Almost
responsible! -It's completely doable. By the
way, it's raining. Come on, we can do this! We've
crawled 15 feet on our roof to get illegal cable.
-Yeah, for the Breaking Bad finale! Something
worth dying for! -Oh my God! Are you insane?
Get back in here! -Max, maybe you're right we
should've taken the hot plumber route! I'm coming
back! My legs won't go Max, help me back! -Damn
it! Damn it, bitch! [-Je ne vois pas le problème.
Je dois utiliser les toilettes, c'est tout!]
-She's in the bathroom. Oh, she closed the
window. And she locked it! So go! Go, go! If
Stephanie did it, we can too! I can't believe
we're up here all because of him. I am such a
bad judge of character! Of course you are, I'm
your best friend! -Max, I'm sorry. This is bad.
-Well, at least it can't get any worse, unless we
fall. -Or it starts to hail! -Ow! Ow! Hurts like
"hail!" It's clear, come on! I don't wanna die!
-Me neither! That's weird. For the first time in
my life, I don't want to die! I have a boyfriend
and my first "B." Oh God, I'm getting soft! -I
can't die! I haven't made my comeback yet! In
my fantasy, you and I move into that penthouse
I bought from Jennifer Lawrence. Right over there,
with the roof garden, see? -Are you two all right?
enough to hold me up with one arm? -It's the arm I
used to drag my mother out of bars with as a baby.
-Well, I want to say something to you. I hope you
know that if you were the one that slipped on that
ledge--I would be dead. -Well, I'm glad that's out
in the open. -Relax. It's probably not even a rat,
it's probably a mouse. Not a big deal. -Oh, my
God! Oh, my God, I see it! There it is! -The
mouse? -That is not a mouse! That is a car that
a mouse drives! -Where did you see it? It was in
the middle, right? -Why are you whispering? -I
don't want him to hear me. -How do you know it's
a he? -He looked at me kind of rapey. There!
He just ran behind the thing! -What thing?
-That thing! -This thing? Waah! -What? Did you
see it? -I don't think so. -Oh, you'd know so.
It has a saddle! -Oh, my God. He just opened
the door with the strength of his whiskers!
-He's gone. He went into the kitchen. Oh,
what should we do? Should we call the cops?
-He doesn't have a gun. Let's just get out
of here. We'll call an exterminator in the
morning. -Too late, he's coming back!
He's charging us! -He's gonna bite me!
-You can stop now! You painted him to death.
I just got a glimpse of you at a
Barneys sample sale. -What a mess!
-They followed us! We walked into a trap? It's
a vendetta! -I can't believe this! Our intern's
out having cocktails and I'm trapped on top
of rat mountain! He's coming after me! -Oh,
my God! -Max! Help! -No, you bastards! Get off
her! Get off! -My foot's caught under this thing!
-Max, that was amazing. You just lifted that
giant thing up with one hand. -I know. And now
I'm gonna fire that bitch! -So? you know what?
We're just gonna go. You can tell that guy at
the door he can just step aside so we can, you
know, start running. -Caroline, you are free to
go at any time. -So we can go right now? -No.
Caroline, why don't you sit here, and Rachel,
bring Max over by the gong. -Now, I know some of
you have not yet laid with me tonight. But it's
come to my attention that we have an N.N. in
our midst. [-What? -Who?] -Quick Q on the N.N.
Do either of those Ns stand for nachos? -N.N.
stands for Negative Nelly. Negative Nancy was
already trademarked by another group run by
my ex-husband, Nancy. Caroline, do you have
any idea who this N.N. could be? -I believe it's
"whom" and no, I don't. -Caroline, are you where
you want to be in life? -Oh God, no! -And would
you say there's someone holding you back? -Well,
I do feel like hearing about Amy Schumer every
day makes me feel a little "less than." -Caroline,
is there someone in this room who you brought,
with brown hair, whose Negative Nelly-ness is
blocking you in ways you don't even realize? -Wait
a minute. I'm starting to think this is about me!
-Just having spent a few short hours with Max
and recording all your conversations. It's pretty
clear that she is undermining your path to success
with her wisecracks and wordplay. -Look. Max might
seem negative, because she is. But you would
be, too, if you were her. She's been neglected,
rejected, knocked down, and spat on. -Some of that
was consensual. -See? That was positive. -So you
will give up all these potential connections just
for her? -Caroline, I used to live in Jersey City,
and now I live in a better part of New Jersey.
-Elaine, I thought I needed to make new friends,
and that's how I wound up here, but turns out all
I needed was Max. I'll take my chances with her.
-Huge mistake. Huge. -Well, then you're free to
go. Just need to settle up your bill. This weekend
is only free for friends. Rachel. -Peach, there
is a problem with the cupcakes. - There can't be.
Constance will kill me, literally. Her last two
best friends went missing. That is not attractive
at all. Is that what food looks like? -Why are
there no cupcakes out? If you two work for me,
I deport you. -There is a bit of cupcake
situation. The buttercream sort of broke
down on the way up. -It's not a problem, we can
fix it. I'll just run to a delly get what we need
my friend really wanted it, and, well, your
friend has it. -What are you sayin', bitch? -Okay,
I think we might have got off on the wrong foot.
-Do you want to feel my foot, bitch? -Well,
I guess we know what your favorite word is. -Ow!
Those are not extensions, bitch! -I should break
this up, I should break this up. -No, no, no,
give her like four seconds to learn her lesson.
bitch!" -Are you still laughing, cause it wasn't
funny. -It was so funny. It was like looney tunes
funny. It was like Bugs Bunny getting shot in the
face funny. Only in your version, Bugs Bunny tries
to have a dialogue with the shotgun. -I was trying
to get your t-shirt back. I wanted you to have it,
because you lit up at the Will when you saw it.
-I do not light up, okay? There's no light inside
me. -That is the most pretentious thing I've ever
seen. -Hi, welcome to Harlow and Daughters. I'm
the host, Brian-Brian. -No, that is. -Yes, hi,
Brian-Brian. We have a reservation. Faison, party
of two. -Is your whole party here? -Well, I don't
know how whole I could ever hope to be, as I'm
illegitimate. -Yes, we're both here. Thank you.
-So both you and Mr. Faison are here? -Yes, I'm
transitioning. Ask around. -You can have a drink,
and I'll call you when your table is ready. -Thank
you, thank you, Brian-Brian. -I'll be right over.
Go use your new boobs to get us a seat at the bar.
Hi, I know what "wait by the bar" means. I've
been working in restaurants since your clothes
were in style. -It means I'll seat you when
your--Brian-Brian, Bri-Bri, B.B., come on. You
and I both know there's no guy coming. My friend
got stood up, so please don't make things worse.
Just take out your cool, little hunting knife
and cut us some slack. This is where I'd tip
you with cash or offer you sex, but I'm kinda
broke and you're kinda gay, so just be nice.
-We don't really need to bring my
sexuality into it. -I understand,
it's hard to be out 100 years ago. -Oh,
funny. Right this way, Mr. Faison. -Wow,
that was quick. They're so nice here! [-It's
just like that but underwater!] -Guys! Sorry,
we're just closing, guys. -I'll take
them, Max. We need the… -Sit anywhere.
What was that roadrunner move you just
pulled? There's still a smoke outline of
your body Hanging in the air out there. Did
Wile E. Coyote just come in the diner? -No,
-Why is every inbred rich guy named
William? -I don't want to see him.
Max, close the door. I don't want him to come
in here. -Yeah, cause that happens all the
time. Customers come in the front door and make
a beeline through the kitchen to see if there's a
waitress hiding in the walk-in freezer. Okay, what
is the deal? Tell me fast. I'm nipping like crazy
in here. Oh, you're smuggling some gumdrops there,
too, ice queen. -His name is William Van Horn,
and he's… -I am leaving for sex. Last chance
for threesome, foursome, possibly fivesome,
if her sister's train gets in on time.
-Oleg, please. I don't have time to be
harassed right now. -Oh, okay. I'll see you and
the gumdrops tomorrow. -Story, go. -We met at
our parents'companies'parent company picnic.
His family is the Boston Van Horns- Story,
stop. Cut to the end. Do we hate him? -He dumped
me when I lost all my money. Never called me,
not an email, nothing. -Oh, we hate him. Wait.
Which one's your ex the Asian one, the black
one? I'm kidding. No, seriously. The white
one or the really, really white one? -Really,
really white. -Service, service, service… -You
heard your bro. Service him. -Oh, crushed! -Hey,
you better be careful, cause I can give you a run
for your money. -I don't have any money. -Well,
with a body like that, you don't need any. -Oh!
Ba-bam! -Did you actually think that was a good
line, or is that what you do so the check gets
paid by Richie Rich? -Hold on. Who said I was
rich? -Let me see your Hands. -What, looking
to see if I have poor-people calluses? -No,
I wanted to see how big your penis is.
With Hands that size, you better be rich.
-Oh! Shazam! Not cool, bro. -What's your name?
-Michelle Obama. We're closed. -I'm William. Give
me your number. -Why? So you can put it in your
phone and never call or text or email? -Seriously.
-You wouldn't know what to do with a good girl
if you had one. -But you're not a good girl.
That's why I want your number. So how about it?
-We're closed. -Your sign says "open till 2:00."
-My, my. How time does fly! 2:00 o'clock,
gentlemen, nighty night. -What did I ever do to
you? -You didn't mention me, did you? No, I just
gave him--Just get to the end. Do you hate him? -I
hate him! -Johnny's in the diner! Why is he here?
It can't be to eat. He's "made it." He eats "made
it food" now. -Well obviously, he's here to see
you. Or else he won the award for biggest lying
jerk in New York, and this is the first stop on
his press tour. -Well, I don't know why he's here,
but you better come with me. He looks really
good, so I'm not listening to a thing coming
out of his pretty mouth. -Well, I was gonna ask
what the specials were, but you know what? Can I
actually just get one of Max's homemade cupcakes?
-Okay, which flavor? -Surprise me. -Kind of like
how you surprised her with your girlfriend?
-Okay, I'm starting to get a vibe here,
and that's why I came in, because I feel bad the
way things went down between us, and I came to
say good-bye because I'm moving. -Oh, moving. To
where? -Manhattan. -Manhattan? That hardly calls
for a good-bye speech. It's over there. -Yeah I
know, but it's a big change for me, and we're not
going to be Rolling in the same circles anymore,
and I'm getting married… Over there. -Well,
at least you and your girlfriend worked it out.
-Actually, we broke up. This is someone I met a
couple months ago. -I was only watching his lips,
but did they just say what I think they said?
Well, there's your cupcake. That'll be $5. The
price has gone up. Yeah, we're successful now.
In fact, we may be working with Martha Stewart.
Caroline knows her from, you know, before. We're
gonna talk it over with her at the met gala ball
that Caroline got invited to. Martha's on the
committee. Caroline goes every year. Not a big
deal. My first time. Not a big deal either. In
fact, none of it's a big deal, just two girls who
are making it but who choose to stay in Brooklyn
cause we're cool. -That's awesome, Max. That's
awesome. It's just funny, because whenever I
think of you, I think of you in this diner in that
uniform. In a good way. You want money now? -Yeah.
It's business. It's not like we had a relationship
or anything. In fact, you can pay Caroline. She's
the money. I'm the artist. -You know, I'm doing
pretty well as an artist myself. I've been selling
a lot of my stuff. -Really? We hadn't heard. And
there's your cupcake. In case you didn't notice,
that container's to go. Got it. -He's gone, I
got rid of him. -During the 1830s, German and
Austrian capitalists established their businesses
here in historic Williamsburg Brooklyn. -And,
in honor of those German and Austrian founding
fathers, here we have our Williamsburg beer-batter
cupcake. Oof-yah, beer batter! It's good! -Wow,
you're pushing harder than I was after I ate that
whole brick of cheese. -Soon, docks, shipyards,
refineries, mills, and other booming businesses
opened along the growing waterfront. -Businesses
just like Max's Homemade Cupcakes! See, made in
Williamsburg. Only 12.95, 100% cotton. -And I'm
guessing cotton oof-ya, ees good! -Actually,
I was referencing booming Williamsburg businesses.
This is one of those small Williamsburg businesses
that won't be here much longer. Follow me. Oh,
sir no, a free dessert comes with your end-of-tour
meal at the Ye Olde Williamsburg Watering Hole
Restaurant. Don't waste your Euros. -How dare
he tell those people our business won't be here.
I haven't been this speechless since the first
time I saw your toe nails. Hi, we need to talk to
you. I'm Caroline from Max's Homemade Cupcakes.
-Oh yeah, right. I didn't recognize you without
the worst German accent I ever heard. -And you
are? -Dannon. -Like the yogurt? -It's a family
name. -Listen, Yoplait. I personally don't give
a crap what you think, but you bad-mouthing our
business is upsetting my girl here. You got that,
Activia? -Look, girls, I'm not just talking about
your business. All the businesses on that block
are gonna close. It's getting plowed for an IMAX
theatre. -Unbelievable. -What? -Hey. How you guys
doing? Cute strokes tee. Probably look better on
me, considering it's mine! -You snooze, you lose,
puta. -Nice language! You kiss your obviously
closeted boyfriend with that mouth? You know what?
I wouldn't even want it now. Now that it's been
on you, might as well have been a Kenny G shirt!
And now I walk. -You can't just let her win. Oh
forget it, it's over. -Borscht! Pick up, pick up.
-Hi, I'll be right with you. Oh! -Idiota! Esta
camiseta me costo cuatro dolares! Te voy a
cortar! -Lo siento. Todo es mi culpa. I'm still a
little clumsy, it's my first week. I'll bring you
some soda water. But seriously, your boyfriend
will come out before that borscht stain does.
-That was awesome. -Yeah. I kinda just do stuff.
Like I just did, while you were standing there
watching me. -Thanks, girlfriend. Oh. -What, is
she coming for me? -Run. -Who? -Caroline Channing.
Caroline Channing? Antonia was my nanny. My family
was rich, but then my father robbed everyone, and
we became the scourge of society, overshadowed a
little bit by Mel Gibson hating the Jews that same
Week! Surely, you remember? -Honey, I don't even
remember how I got here. -I can't believe this. I
constructed my entire happy childhood on the fact
that even though my mom left and apparently didn't
love me, Antonia did. And now I get here and I
realize no one loved me, I was just a paycheck!
One of the many kids she baby-sat. I don't even
know why I bothered to come. I'm gonna go to the
restroom and then we can just leave. -Excuse me.
Hi. Max, Ricky's girl. I know this is a hard time
for you, but it's a hard time for my friend as
well. And even though you never heard of her,
I was wondering if you could just go over
there, and say you just remembered her,
and that Antonia talked about her all the time? I
know it's a 180 on your original story and a lie,
and I'd offer to pay you for your trouble, but my
401k is laying in that box on top of your sister.
-Look, I only permitted you two to stay cause
your Ricky was so nice to Uncle Joe when he
fell off the roof last year. But now, you gotta
go. -Okay. Be that way. But don't expect Ricky
to pick up Uncle Joe for dialysis. -Max, what are
you doing? -The family asked me to put it up. They
just remembered you. -Oh my God. I'm so pathetic,
you have to put up my picture to make me feel
better? -In a way, yes. It belongs up there. Who
wouldn't want to know that kid? Nice to meet you,
Antonia. Please don't haunt us. Now, let's hit the
road and get some freaking cheese steaks! -Max,
please take that down. It's so embarrassing.
Nobody here knows anything about me. -They didn't
know me either, chicken. -Hey, who you callin'
chicken? -Me. That was Antonia’s nickname for
me. You know who I am? -Of course I do. Antonia's
little chick, her peep. -I'm going to take some
of the money we made last night and get coffee.
And yes, I am walking down the street like this,
because after last night, I am impenetrable to
shame. -Wait, we don't have any money. -Yes,
we do. -No, we don't. We did, but we don't.
I bought something with it. I bought this.
-You carried that home? Where was I? -Three blocks
ahead of me, telling strangers about your pattern.
I saw you and Johnny just hanging there, and I
knew what I had to do. -So what, am I supposed
to hang that up? -No. You're supposed to
destroy it. You need to get over him, so