at home.
I keep house for the boys.
Also, I take care of the older neighbors.
They need me to repair their plumbing.
You repair their plumbing.
What do you think?
It could be, Porter.
But he knows we wouldn't answer.
Yes, he'd surely call
a neighbor instead.
On the other hand...
Do you always give this much thought
to your phone calls?
Now, where exactly
is the Calvert Arms?
Edward...
...stay.
Good dog.
To tell you the truth,
I didn't exactly plan on having a baby.
In fact, the baby was the reason
we got married.
Now, you watch him
while I walk away.
Pretty soon he'll lie like that
for three hours straight.
Three hours?
Isn't that sort of cruel?
I thought you promised
not to talk like that.
Right. Sorry.
My son's name is Alexander.
Did I tell you that?
Something went wrong, they had to do
a cesarean and take him out early.
I can't ever have any more children.
Alexander was so teeny,
he didn't even look like a human.
He had to stay in an incubator forever,
just about, and nearly died.
Norman, that's my ex-husband...
...he went, "When's it gonna
look like other babies?"
Norman always called Alexander "it."
Maybe you and Alexander
should get together sometime.
- Oh, well, l...
- He doesn't have enough men in his life.
Maybe the three of us could go
to a movie. You ever go to movies?
I...
...really don't care for movies.
They make everything seem so close-up.
Bedpan.
- Outpatient.
- Anesthetic.
Hypodermic.
One hundred forty degrees?
Certain death.
What is she thinking?
Two quarts of stuffing,
I heard her say so.
Two quarts of teeming,
swarming bacteria.
Is this the Thanksgiving we all die?
Here comes the turkey.
Here it is.
Now, this is a real Thanksgiving.
I just wish my neighbors could see this.
There may be a little problem here.
The rest of the meal is excellent.
We could fill up on the vegetables alone.
In fact, I think I'll do that.
What?
The turkey.
What?
Pure poison.
Come again?
We think it may have been cooked
at a slightly inadequate temperature.
It was not.
It's perfectly good.
- Mrs. Barrett!
- I can hear you.
Maybe you'd rather just
stick to the side dishes.
Well, perhaps I will.
I don't have much
of an appetite anyway.
Macon, how could you do this?
My lovely turkey. All that work.
I think it looks delicious.
Yes, but you don't know
about the other times.
Other times?
You don't fool me for an instant.
I know why you're doing this. You wanna
make me look bad in front of Julian.
Julian?
You wanna drive him off.
You three wasted your chances
and now you want me to waste mine...
...but I won't do it!
I can see what's what.
Love is what it's all about.
You wanna make me miss it.
Well, goodness.
You don't want me to stop cooking for you
and taking care of this house.
You don't want Julian
to fall in love with me.
Do what?
Do you think I ought
to go after her?
No.
That poor, dear girl.
I feel just awful.
- But she seems so...
- She's fine.
She's perfectly fine.
- Now, who wants a baked potato?
- I do.
Me.
Julian, potato?
I'll take the turkey.
Actually, have you ever noticed
that Julian wears crew necks?
That doesn't mean he wouldn't
wear a V-neck if he had one.
He's younger, you know.
I don't know if you realize that.
Two years.
But he's got a younger style of living.
Singles apartments and so on.
He's tired of all that.
Don't try to spoil this, Macon.
I only want to protect you.
It's wrong, you know,
what you said at Thanksgiving.
Love is not what it's all about.
There are all kinds of other issues.
He ate my turkey and didn't get sick.
Two big helpings.
I got this car for only $200.
That's because it needed work.
But I took it to Dominick,
this boy down the street.
I go, "Dominick, here's the deal.
You fix my car...
...l'll let you use it three nights
a week and all day Sunday."
Wasn't that a good idea?
Very inventive.
Hi.
What a good boy.
Give him lots of praise.
- We'