of Mackerel Skies...
...the audience yelled,
"Author, author!"
- What's Mackerel Skies?
- Exactly.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Okay, kids. Okay. Come on,
let's go. Say your good nights.
- Come on. We're heading downtown.
- Ivбn, where are you going?
- We'll have our review soon.
- It's okay.
- Ivбn, what is it with you?
- Nothing. I'm gonna go home.
Call me in the morning. Let me know
what happens. Come on. Here we go.
- Night, night.
- Ivбn? The Times, Ivan. The Times!
Pop. Pop. Look, you're gonna go to bed
without knowing the Times review?
- What are you, nuts? Come on, let's go.
- Where are we going?
All right. Come on. Look.
Wait for me. Wait.
Hold it! Drive more carefully. Geraldo.
Watch out, you nitwit!
- Hey. Wait for me.
Here, here.
Geraldo. Geraldo, come here.
Don't get lost.
- How soon before the Times comes?
- Should be here any minute.
Why are we here? What are we doing?
- The review.
- Oh.
You know, even if your play's a big flop,
l'm still gonna love you.
- Definitely.
- I needed that, guys.
- Listen, Pop.
- Yeah.
You're a relatively young man still.
You'll write other plays.
I hated that, lg.
Really, I hated that.
When Matt Vogel's father's store
made big November profits...
...he bought Matt a snake.
If this play's a hit, can I get a snake?
Let's see what the Times says.
This is it!
Can l...?
Can I have one? Please, please?
Grab one off the...
Fifty cents for two of them, buddy.
Guys, don't grab.
I got one.
Let me see what's going on.
- Come on, will you hurry?
- Stop, stop.
Hurry! Come on! Turn the page already.
No, no, no...
- Yeah, Pop, here it is, page 25.
- I got it.
- What does chef-d'oeuvre mean?
Lt's French.
I know that,
I just don't know what it means.
It means Geraldo gets his snake.
Lt's a rave!
Lt's a rave!
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SDI Media GroupI can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
- What do you think?
- He's not funny.
He seems funny.
Everybody's laughing.
I've seen his work maybe 15 times now
and he's never made me laugh.
I don't like him.
Maybe that's it. I just don't like him.
How did I do?
Oh, that was wonderful.
Wonderful, Fippsy. You really slay me.
- You slay me.
- Terrific.
Oh, my God. I really appreciate that
coming from you, Mr. Travalian.
- I always overdo.
- No, no, no. Good, good, good.
So?
Hey, let me... Let me just talk
with him quietly.
You want him?
He's great!
You can't have him.
- Why?
- J.J. Hates him.
- What do you want?
- Fire him.
- How can I fire him? I can't hire him.
- J.J.
- Oh, God. I gotta fire another director.
- Call Morris Finestein.
J.J., can I see you?
How he wastes my time.
We seem to
have a little problem...
...I thought I'd like
to discuss with you.
Hey, Eddie. How goes it?
- Mr. Travalian. You bringing us a hit?
- Hope not. Don't wanna spoil my record.
Probably too depressing for Broadway.
You're probably right, Eddie.
Catch you later.
I can get you woman.
- I'm diseased.
Hello!
Hello! I'm home!
- Hi, Pop. How's it going?
- Hey, Ig. How about you?
Okay.
- Surprise!
- Surprise!
Get away from me.
Surprise!
- My birthday.
- I forgot my birthday.
Oh, you remembered my birthday.
All right, you guys. I've been
kind of busy these days, really.
- Favs! You got me a Favs.
All right, come on.
Let me see. Slippers!
Lt's not his birthday, it's mine.
They don't fit. That's okay.
Let me see, what's this?
I had a lousy day today. I've turned
42, I fired a director, I beat my kids...
I forgot to beat my kids.
Hold on! Oh!
I'm coming for you, Igor.
You're the one! You're the one!
- Okay.
Help! Help me!
Okay. We got him! I've got him!
We got him!
Down he goes!
- Happy birthday, kiddo!
- Thanks, kiddo.
- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, Ivan.
- Happy birthday, Pop.
- Happy birthday, Ivan.
Well, this is great.
Only I'm not 43.
You're 43.
- I'm 42, Gloria.
- You were 42 last year.
- You're 43, Pop.
- 43, Pop.
- How do you know?