Restraining Orders And Puppies | Mad About You (2019) | FULL EPISODE | S1E2 | Love Love

Yeah, this is broken. Wow, what's all this? This, my darling, is paradise. Our first breakfast in Tahiti. No kid, no rush. Just you and me and this champagne, ultimately. And the bagels that you went out to get and seem to not have. Oh, right. Yes. You went out to get bagels and forgot to get bagels? I didn't forget they were out. The whole city? I know. Do you know what happened? I don't. What are you looking for now? I think we have some frozen bagels. Sweetie, sweetie, we've talked about this. If you talk into the freezer, nobody can hear you. So you got to face me. Face me. I said, I think we've got some frozen bagels in there. See, now that I can hear. What happened to all the bagels? We had all those bagels yesterday. Lisa. Oh, oh, great. How good do you think these bagels are going to be if they're behind our wedding cake? And what is this? Breast milk. Whose? Go with your first guess. Why do we still have it? You never know. I think I do know. Found them. Oh, and they sound delicious too. Yes. Get toasting, my friend. I mean, I don't even cut through the cell phone. Sweetie, if you want me to hear it, we got to be in the same room and you got to face me. I had a very interesting call I thought I should discuss with you. From who? Hey, Tonya. Hey. Care for a bagel? Sure. Give me two to three weeks. A call from who? Your daughter. Is everything okay? What happened? She's fine. Mabel has asked me to act as her official emotional buffer after you apparently dropped by her dorm this morning unannounced. What? You went to her dorm this morning? No. Okay, that's why you didn't get the bagels. Okay, you know what? That makes so much more sense than the city was out. Mabel maintains that you not only dropped by, but you made quite a scene. I don't know what you're talking about. It was hardly a scene. I dropped off a little care package for her. I didn't even go in. I barely went in. Uh-huh. So here's what's going to happen. You are going to back off and give your daughter a little space. She has all the space in the world. She's five blocks away. I have been instructed to write up a legally binding contract between you and your daughter. A contract? Which states as follows. Mother and child shall have no contact for the next 48 hours, including, but not limited to, personal visits, phone calls, texts, emails, Instagrams, Instagram direct messages, Facebook Facebook messages, Snapchat, TikTok, Periscope, and any new media created between now and Wednesday. That's a big list. What about him? He's allowed to talk to her? He wasn't named as an offending party. So I just need you to sign here and initial here, here, and here. Seriously? Seriously. Fine, I'll sign your stupid thing. And it seems an appropriate moment to remind you that my support group meets tonight at six. Still no, same as the last time you mentioned it. What group is this? I run a support group for empty nesters. Lots of parents struggle when their kids go off to school. Struggling is perfectly acceptable. It's the breaking and entering that's frowned upon. I don't know. Sounds like that could be helpful, don't you think? No, I don't think, because I'm fine. I understand boundaries. Besides, I can't do it tonight anyway. I've got to drop off a sweater and a new smoke alarm for Mabel's room. I don't trust the ones they have there. Fine, six o'clock, don't worry about it. What do I love about the ultra-discreet Flona 1000 men's pocket catheter? It's always here when I need to go. You like that one better? It's hard to say. For some reason, it's not... I don't know. The way he's saying it doesn't sound fun. Okay, well, in all fairness, and no disrespect, you know, to your firm or the catheter industry, but he's talking about shoving a plastic tube up his schmelzen, you know, so... It's kind of hard to sell the fun there. Well, I don't know. You guys work on that. I'm gonna take a leak. You know, with the Flona 1000 pocket catheter, you wouldn't even have to walk away. You could just piss yourself right in the chair. Okay. Hey, this might be the greatest catheter commercial ever made. That's very kind of you to say, Yasmeen. Do you know, when I was your age, I was number five on the list of top 20 young filmmakers to keep an eye on. And look at me now. I'm wearing a cardboard belt. From the movie, The Producers. You've never seen The Producers? Is there a catheter in it? Man, you're very popular today. I am. It's my daughter. Usually, she texts my wife all day, but they're not talking to each other. In fact, my wife had to sign a whole... You don't care. It's nice. It's kind of nice, actually, to be needed. Oh, boy. These are all emojis. What is that? A spider? Okay, words. So gross. My roommate won't stop leaving her... Okay, you do it. You can't say vibrator? Yeah, brother, no. My roommate won't stop leaving her... Vibrator. ...around. What should I do? It's skeeving me out. Okay. She asks a very good question. Maybe ask mom. She's not talking to her mom, remember? Not talking to mom, remember? You know what? The two of you should get together. God, she's fast. Give me a second. She should just talk to her. Just talk to her. About respecting shared space. Okay. Four heart emojis. Love you, daddy-o, exclamation point. Kissy emoji. How about that? Come on. Daddy started out a little shaky, but look at me now. You're wearing a cardboard belt. Hey. Hello. What are you up to there? Throwing out pictures of Mabel. Throwing out? You're not really throwing out so much as making a commemorative collage. Is there a contract that says I can't look at pictures of her now? No, no, that's perfectly fine. Who's that? Nobody. What, is she texting you all day now? No. Here and there, I'll get a text. What is she texting you about? Nothing. About me? No. Do you even know what to say to her? What? I bet you don't even know what to say to her. Hey, I think I know how to talk to my own daughter. Don't come crying to me when the whole thing turns down. I'm not coming crying to you, just let me cry on your lap. You know what, go back to your little hobby with the glue and the pig. Look, Murray, huh? Oh, Murray. Yeah, Murray was a good dog. I miss Murray. Is that her? Uh, nope. Fire. What if it is? Let me see it. No. Hey, aren't you supposed to be going to Tanya's maladjusted parents thing? I don't need it. That's her. No, it's not. I know it is. Let me look at one text. I'll never bother you again, you're all mine. Oh, fine. It's Yasmine. I found a happier take of the catheter guy. Yay! The other day, I called my daughter. Took her six hours to call me back. You know what I said to her when I picked up? What? Nothing. Because they didn't pick up. You want to play games, sweetheart? Well, Daddy can play too. Well, my son's at Duke. But you know, I have not hacked into his webcam to check in on him for two whole weeks. One day at a time, baby. So when does the meeting actually start? Is there like a private room or something? The meeting's already started, Jamie. Yeah, this is it. This is just drinking. Drinking is the meeting. When it comes to the pain of empty nest, nothing helps. You have not touched your drink, Jamie. Oh, I'm good. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lightweight. Oh, if you want to be in the group, you're going to have to drink. You don't have to drink, Jamie. The important thing is that you're here with people who know exactly what you're going through. You know, honest to God, this group is the only thing that's kept me sane since my Piper left for Villanova. I think the first week's got to be tough for everybody. First week? Piper just started grad school. Do you know what? Enough about us. Jamie, who left your nest all sad and empty? Well, I have a daughter, Mabel. She's a freshman. And yeah, having her so far away. It feels like I'm missing a limb. Long distance is a killer. Where does she go? Hawaii. University of Haleakala. Oh my God, Haleakala. Hawaii? That's interesting, because I thought- Hey, cheerleaders! Okay, I'm here. What was so important? Voila! DNA testing kits, Paulie. One for you, one for me. Please tell me this is not because of that one stupid food critic. I'll show him. He has a testicle, the nerve to say that I am not Italian. Yeah, but only because you're not. What are you talking about? My whole life, I've known. Even when I was a kid. I always felt, you know, different. Italian. Yes, yes. I always identified as Italian. And people look at me as Italian. I'll never forget the day I broke it to my parents that I was Italian. Really? How did they take it? They were surprised. Yeah. And you know why? Because you're not Italian. Okay, okay, smart guy. How do you explain two years ago when I went to Italy? The second I got off the plane, the first breath of air I knew. And then, meeting Lucia. What did she say? It's a private joke. Okay, are you ready to spit with me? Hey. Oh, dad, I'm glad you're here. How did you know I would be here? I didn't. I'm picking up food. Give her food sometimes. I'm really glad you're here. I gotta talk to you. Everything okay? How'd things work out with your roommate? Oh, great, yeah. Your advice was great. My advice was great, okay. But I've got a bigger problem now. Are you ready for this? She sleeps with her eyes open. Who? My roommate. You sure she's asleep? Yeah, yeah, totally. She is sound asleep, but her eyes never close. It's like all night. So I need your advice. Advise me. Yes, okay. Maybe talk to her. I can't. She's still mad at me for talking about her vibrator. You know what? I don't even like it when you say it. Don't, don't, don't say it. Okay. All right. Well, you know what? Cover your eyes. Then just put, get a sleep mask, one of those things. No, I can't sleep with anything on my face. I feel like I'm buried alive. I, you know, I don't know. Maybe take a pillow, put it over her face, and then, you know. That'll probably do it. There you go. This should hold you for a couple of days. Thank you. Great. I gotta get to class. Bye. Ciao, Lucia. Melanzane. What was that? It's a private joke. All right. Let's get to this. So what do we do? We, we just, you spit into the tubes? Yeah, yeah. We just spit into the tube. Hey, Ira. Craig, listen. Uh, you mind bringing this around to the back? Sorry, I'm double parked out there. I got three more stops that I need. You got it. Very impressive. Yeah, I got that down to an art. Believe it, Paulie. Chris 20, flick of the wrist, works every time. It's a thing of beauty how you did that. Just a little. All right, let's do this. So what is this? So you spit into the tubes. Oh, wait. Prosciutto. What? Here. Rub some of this on your gums. It'll increase the Italian-ness. Maybe you don't understand this. They test what's in your jeans, not in your teeth. Oh, you can't hurt. No, I'm not going to rub meat on my gum. Get it, girl! Come on! Get it! Here's to 18 years of being screamed at and puked on. And here's to cutting her grapes in half and then peeling them because she said the skin made her teeth feel itchy. Hate that. And here's to me for being brave enough to break into her freaking dorm this morning. Wait, I thought you said... Here's to making such great time coming all the way back from Hawaii. Honey? Sweet, sweet, sweet. Do me a favor. Fill your head. Puppy. There was a puppy on my head. From where? Exactly. Did you get me a puppy? I did not. Did you get me a puppy? I don't think so, no. Oh, wait. Okay, when I was on my way home last night, I found this sweet little baby wandering the streets alone without a collar or anything, and I rescued her. I rescued him. Did mommy rescue you, you cute little baby boy? Okay, nobody get up. Daddy will get the door. Because apparently mommy had a few cocktails last night and now mommy don't feel so good, huh? Hello, Buckmans. One Buckman. What's up, Mr. Wicker? The Berkowitz is down in 4D. They're looking for their dog, Puddin. So I'm going door to door to see if somebody found him. Hi, Mr. Wicker. The Berkowitz's dog is missing. Been missing since last night. I'll keep her eyes open. Okay, sweetie. Fine. Here. See? Thanks. You made some very happy Berkowitz's. Sweetie, so when you say you found him in the street... Street, hallway, what's the difference? He's gone. I tell you to cherish every moment, but you never do. What are you... We had the dog 40 seconds. You don't get it. That's Mabel. She's come to her senses. She knows a stupid contract isn't the way... Is this face recognizing? Yeah. Right here. Show it your face. What did you do? Look normal. Bingo. Good lord. Now what? Daddy, I need you. Will you come help me? I remember being needed like that. Who am I kidding? No, I don't. I love you. Whatever. You told me to do it. I told you to smother your roommate? Yes, yes, yes, you did. Hey, why don't you take a pillow and just... As a joke. I said it as a joke. Okay, well, no one's laughing because she ratted me out. She called the dean and said that I attacked her. Which, you know, technically not untrue. All right, so what do you want? You want me to go talk to the dean? No, no, you can't talk to anyone. Okay, well, then how would you like me to help you? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure mom would have figured something out by now. Well, now you're just being hurtful. You know, I hate to tell you, honey, I ain't your mom. You know, I got nothing. Well, think, okay? Because if they kick me out of the dorms, I'll have to move back home with you and mom. You know. Dean Calhoun, she's really... She's a good kid, my daughter. Mr. Buckman. Yeah, she can be a little lippy at times. I'm not gonna lie about that. But the physical violence, that's out of the ordinary. Mr. Buckman, this is a student issue, not a parent issue. Your daughter will have an opportunity to explain herself in front of myself and a tribunal of her peers, just like every other NYU student who tries to suffocate their roommate in their sleep. Okay, well, fair enough. But here's the thing, here's the thing. I can't let her come back and live with us. That's not gonna work now. Can't, can't do it. I'm sorry, Mr. Buckman. Dean Calhoun, what do you say? You, me, and a nice crisp 20, and let this thing slide? You do realize I'm a dean? I'm sorry. What would that be, 40? How? Sweetie? Well, look who cleans up so pretty and nice. Yeah, yeah, what do you want? Close your eyes. Whatever it is, just tell me I'm just not in the mood. Ta-da! Oh my god. No, no, not another dog. I'm still getting over the... Look at the face. Oh my god, give me her, give me, give me, give me. And this one's all yours, all in the clear. Got her from a great rescue place uptown. Very nice lady named Patty helped me with it. Smelled a bit German shepherdish, but very nice. Sweetie, thank you so much. I love her, I really, really do. Yeah, and I love you too. Can I ask you a question? Anything. It's about Mabel. Yeah, you're on your own, hot shot. Oh, come on. I need your help on this one. I wish I could. Okay, can I lay out a hypothetical? Hypothetical? Daddy said a big word. No kidding, I need you, I need you to step in on this one. This is, your daughter is exhausting. Tell me about it. Seriously, if it's like this for you every day, I don't know how you do it. No, I'm saying tell me about it. What's the problem? Oh, oh, tell me, okay. So, all right, short version, she tried to suffocate her roommate. What? Totally misunderstood my instructions, that's not what I said. Anyway, the point is now she has to make an apology in front of the dean. She is not good at apologies. I know, so I try to talk to the dean. I wouldn't have done that. Yeah, now I know that. That didn't go well. On the bright side, I did save 40 bucks, so. So, come on, help me out, what do I tell her? I was forced to sign a legally binding contract against my will, so I can't help you. But, but I need you. Yeah, that's called a predicament. Come on, I, I just, I gave you a dog. All right, get your phone. Okay, thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll never forget this, thank you. No, type. Okay, talk. First and foremost, I take total responsibility for my regrettable actions. What happened last night. Okay, hang on, why is everybody so fast? First and foremost, I would like to take total responsibility for my regrettable actions. What happened last night was my fault and my fault alone. I will work to learn and employ better. What can I just say? It seems unfair in a world where women have been socialized to apologize almost compulsively for, for me to be called to the carpet by the man for something that happened in the, in the privacy of my dorm. Ms. Buckman, why don't you save us all some time and stick to the statement that having met your father, I assume your mother wrote. Okay, fine. You're perfect in every single way, aren't you? Yes, you are. Oh, you two are just in love, aren't you? What is that? It's the breast milk. I'm defrosting it for her. Aren't you glad I saved it? See if she wants to wash it down with some 25-year-old wedding cake. It's a place getting bigger. 20 years ago, I would have been there already. Mr. Buckman, hello. Hi. I don't know if you remember me. Yeah, of course. They're from the, the, the doggy rescue place. Nicely. Patty, Patty, yes. No, quiet. Uh, I'm a little confused. I thought the home inspection wasn't until Friday. No, this isn't about that. No, quiet. I mean it. Sorry, this is awkward, but I'm afraid I need to take back the dog I gave you. What? No, no, no, no, you can't. No, no, you can't. No, my wife is in there breastfeeding the dog as we speak. A young woman who gave the dog up for adoption. She's had a change of heart. Oh, yeah, but Patty, Patty, no, you can't do that. My wife's in the dog now. They're very connected. You can't do that. Hey, it's okay. I understand. It wasn't meant to be. I guess my mothering days are over. Goodbye, baby. I did bring another dog I thought you might like. No, no more dogs. It's too painful. How about this one? She's a beauty. There is no beauty. Thanks, anyway. What about this guy? No, thank you. Really, it's okay. What about that guy? Oh, no, you don't want that dog. Hey, hey, buddy. Mr. Buckman, this is not the dog for you, believe me. He has sleep issues, anxiety issues, digestion problems, chronic ear infections. His ears need to be constantly cleaned and medicated. He's been sent back more times than I care to recall. He just doesn't take to people. Sometimes they just don't socialize. We'll take him. Sign here and here and initial here. And read out loud the last line of the agreement. Really? And so I, Mabel Buckman, faced with the results of this horrendous experiment, do solemnly promise never again to demand distance of any kind between myself and my wonderful, loving mother. Great. I'll make you a copy and keep the original here on file. Are we done? You betcha. What the hell was that? Your new brother. I'm mad about you, baby.