night.
- This is going to be great.
Tomorrow I'm taking my best girl
to meet my mom. I'm so excited.
- Your best girl?
- Yeah, you, you.
- Linda, there's no other girls.
Not anymore.
- Yeah?
- Just you.
- There better not be. Know why?
- Why?
- 'Cause I only have eyes for you
- That sounds familiar.
- It's a good song.
You like that song, huh?
And I only have eyes
For you
she-bop she-bop
She-bop she-bop
She-bop she-bop
I only have eyes for you
She-bop she-bop
She-bop she-bop
She-bop she-bop
Just for you
She-bop she-bop
Oh, it's huge.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Not to mention valuable.
Real estate like this
is worth a fortune.
You mustn't always
think about money.
You got me all wrong,
Julius.
I'm just saying
it's nice Mom's loaded.
That's a worry she won't
have to have in her old age.
Hello,
can I help you?
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Oh, um, excuse me.
We are looking for
Mary Ann Benedict, please.
I'm sorry, but
that's not possible.
Look, we've
come a long way.
And believe me, she's gonna
be very happy to see us.
You're gonna have to
write to the Benedict Foundation
stating your business.
I'm sorry. Good day.
- Foundation?
- Millions, Julius.
Mama's rich.
We gotta go see her.
Buckaroos.
- Let's get in there.
We gotta talk to her.
- We sneak in.
- How is it?
- Yeah, it's clear. Throw me over.
Okay.
Vince?
Vince, are you okay?
Yeah, shut up.
Come on, come on.
What a lovely day.
Hey, Vincent, don't you
think this is Mama?
It could be. Yeah.
Don't just stand there.
Go introduce yourselves.
Hey!
- Should you people be here?
- Uh-oh.
That depends on how you feel
personally about trespassing.
Does he always try
to be funny like that?
- We're looking for
Miss Mary Ann Benedict.
- Yeah.
- Is she here?
- Yeah, she's here.
She's here!
Sneaking in like that,
I should call the police.
No, no, no. You don't want
to do anything like that.
This is not your everyday,
average situation.
She's our mother,
is the thing.
- We're her sons.
- Twin sons.
You're comedians.
- No.
- No. We--
We're kind of a surprise.
I'll bet you are.
Follow me.
- We were right.
- It is her.
Excuse me.
- We thought that this is--
- Mary Ann Benedict?
This is an artists' colony.
There are a lot of painters.
Come on.
I can't wait to meet her.
- Yeah.
- It's gotta be amazing.
Look. Mary Ann Benedict
never understood...
why people wanted
to buy her paintings.
But for a brief period,
they were considered valuable.
She used the money
to buy Whispering Pines.
May I ask you a question?
Why do you keep referring
to her in the past tense?
Because...
she passed away
some time ago.
She passed--
You jus-- You just said
she was here.
I meant, her spirit.
Her spirit is always here.
Come on.
Can we get the hell
out of here, please?
Those damn real estate developers!
They won't be happy until
they turn this into a golf course.
Oh, is that
who they were?
They're shameless.
They'll try anything.
Do you know those men claim
to be my twin sons?
- If you can believe that!
- What?
It was really
quite upsetting.
Mary Ann, I am sorry.
It's all right.
It doesn't matter.
You get over things.
I did have a child once.
But he died at birth.
You should be proud of her.
She donates her house, land,
and all her paintings
to young artists.
Linda, do I look like
a young artist?
- All she meant--
- I know what she meant,
and why she's here.
It's got nothing to do
with finding my mother,
and everything
to do with money.
- That's not true and you know it.
- Bullshit!
Take it easy, Vincent.
This is not her fault.
Take it easy, Vincent.
This is not her fault.
Look who decided
to chime in!
The creature from
the Black Lagoon.
I should've had my head
examined listening to you.
A deal-of-a-lifetime
opportunity,
and I'm out looking
for a dead mother.
- All I wanted was to
make us into a family.
- Family, my butt!
There's no family here.