Wow, we are getting a lot of love on Yelp lately.
"Kat's Café makes the best keto smoothies in town.
"Special shout-out to Randi, great service,
hot enough to be a basketball wife."
Yeah. I wrote that.
I got high last night and posted a bunch of 'em.
I was gonna write that I could have been a lady Avenger,
but that just felt like bragging.
"Three stars. Nice café, but avoid the lady with glasses
if you're tight on time. She doesn't know when to stop."
Posted by LadyAvenger.
You know, it's so lame how people hide behind a keyboard,
but it is something to think about.
KAT: Oh, hey, what are you doing down here?
Getting Martin Scatsese away from me.
I woke up, he's staring at me.
Got out of the shower, he's staring at me.
Danced like nobody's watching, guess who's staring at me.
He just got fixed yesterday,
so he can't be down here with the other cats.
He might have caught something at the vet.
And when you dance, remember that our window is visible
from the Chipotle across the street,
so maybe dance like Garret's watching.
That explains why he's always giving me free chips.
Are you sure Marty can't stay down here with you?
Yes, please take him back up there
and remind him that BDE comes from within.
-Hello, all. -KAT: Hello.
-RANDI: Oh, hey, Sheila. -MAX: Hey, Sheila.
Katharine, don't you look cute today.
Really?
What do you like?
Well, there's your, um...
Randi, help me out.
How 'bout her shirt?
-She's not gonna buy that. -(chuckles)
Mother, what do you want?
I've been applying for jobs, so if anyone calls
and asks about my time as a flight attendant in 1974,
tell them I'm why they called it "the friendly skies."
Why are you looking for a job?
Valley Hills is turning out to be
more expensive than I thought.
Apparently, the "all you can drink" package
doesn't mean "all I can drink."
Well, that's why Carter and I like Red Lobster.
"Unlimited Cheddar Bay Biscuits" means
unlimited Cheddar Bay Biscuits, bitch.
I'm confused. I thought you had plenty of money.
Yes, but with inflation,
it makes it harder to maintain my lifestyle.
My financial advisor says I should give up my country club.
That's the problem with your generation.
You kids want everyone to be as poor as you are.
Well, what kind of job are you looking for?
I know there are life coaches, are there life critics?
Well, I'm looking for something...
entry-level, maybe in retail.
And if it doesn't work out,
I can always sleep with my boss and make him buy my silence.
The same advice you gave at my sixth grade career day.
♪ Me, oh, my, oh, my, oh, me ♪
♪ Nothin' wrong with you but I'd rather be me. ♪
-Mmm, looks good. -Yeah.
Now, I know you're skeptical about vegetarianism,
so I have made two sauces,
one with meat and the other with meat substitute.
See if you can tell
-which one... -This one. This one has meat.
Bu-But you didn't even taste the other one...
Don't need to. This one has meat.
Meat is good.
He's doing it again.
Oh. Give him a break. He just had surgery.
Imagine if someone hacked the ornaments
off your Christmas tree.
-Hello. -MAX: Hey, Sheila.
(groans) Mother, can you please stop
entering our apartment without knocking?
We could be doing the, you know, electric boogaloo.
Until you're mature enough to use the word "sex,"
you shouldn't be allowed to do it.
You want to join us? This sauce has meat.
It's really good. Because of the meat.
No, I don't want to interrupt.
We can talk after.
Okay, this is freaking me out.
I'm gonna eat in the bedroom.
Seriously, Marty?
Now I can't eat in my underwear.
(sighs heavily)
What do you want, Mother?
Oh, no, no, please, finish your trough of simple carbs.
It's fine. They'll be better cold.
I applied for over a dozen jobs, didn't even get an interview.
It's a sad day in America when no one will hire a woman
just because she's in her late 40s.
(sighs)
Well, maybe your financial advisor's right.
Maybe it's time to give up the country club.
It's really just you eating lunch with other women
whose faces don't move.
Oh, honey, these are trophy wives.
We're not eating lunch, we're drinking it.
And that club is where I met your father.
We got married there.
And now that he's gone,
it's where I feel closest to him.
I had no idea.
That's so sweet.
I can't believe no one will
even give me a chance.
-(sighs) -Okay.
I've got an idea, and it's probably stupid.
MAX: If it's what I think it is, it's definitely stupid.
What if you worked at the café?
MAX: And there it is.
Really?
Hang on a second, let me swallow this feeling of dread.
Yeah, it could be fun.
MAX: That's what Lincoln said about the play.
Ooh.
-It is about to get real. -(chuckles)
Uh-oh, no condoms.
Are you serious?
Let me check under my Bible.
Oh, come on, Lord, do me a solid.
Dang it! (scoffs)
You can turned water into wine,
but you can't turn this ChapStick into a condom?
How are we out? You love buying 'em.
You even peel the sticker off and demand they do
a price check over the speaker.
Well, what's the point of having sex
if you can't let all your friends at ValuMarket know?
(sighs) I'm sorry, baby.
I know how much you wanted all of this.
Why are we still messing around with condoms, anyway?
Maybe I should just get back on the pill.
You hated that.
It messed with your hormones, made you gain weight.
Although that extra junk was perfectly arranged
in your trunk.
Maybe we should talk about getting a vasectomy.
Wow, that's a huge step.
Well, I know I don't want another kid.
I mean, you haven't changed your mind, have you?
No. I mean, I like kids,
but I'm happy with the way things are.
Plus, I already have a child in my life.
Don't call me a child just because I like cartoons,
water balloon fights, baby shampoo,
the circus and SpaghettiOs.
I was talking about CJ,
but you do still clap whenever you see a train going by.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Little man is the best thing that ever happened to me.
It'd just be tough to do it again at my age.
I mean, I can't learn the slang of another generation.
I just learned "skrrt!"
So, it sounds like we're doing the vasectomy.
All right, cool.
Now we just got to figure out which one of us is gonna get it.
(imitates fanfare)
Sheila Silver, it is my great honor to bestow upon you
-this Kat's Café apron. -(sighs heavily)
Wear it in good health, machine wash cold
and don't try and sell it on eBay-- it's watermarked.
An apron?
When God gives you a Lamborghini,
you don't put it under a tarp.
Yes, I like the way you think, Sheila.
Lady Avenger is gonna love you.
Uh... F-Fine. Fine.
Well, I-I have just declared today Apron-Free Friday.
-So, thank you both for complying with my policy. -(chuckles)
All right, Mother, I have thrown a lot at you this morning,
but let's have some fun with the...
Kat's Cat Café employee manual.
I'm not reading that.
Oh, you don't have to read it.
I also recorded it as an audiobook.
I do all the voices of the cats.
(Russian accent): Like a-a famous Russian Anna Cat-nokova.
She explains sick day policy.
I can't help but feel you're wildly
overcomplicating this job.
Oh, really? Oh, so you think it's easy
to make a medium flat white, half oat milk, half two percent,
with an extra shot and a Splenda, finished off
with a signature foam cat face?
Gordon Ramsay, if you ever want to do a show about coffee,
I'm on Fox, you're on Fox, let's make it happen.
I can make cocktails in my sleep.
-I think I can handle this. -(scoffs)
Seriously, I have woken up
with a perfect martini in my hand.
That's when the doctor cut off my Ambien.
Hey, I have to duck out a little early today
to go to the doctor with Carter.
(Russian accent): Mm, use personal day, does not count as sick day.
(normal voice): Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's just a consultation for a vasectomy.
I just want to be there so I can see his face
when he finds out exactly what that is.
Wow, pulling the trigger on a vasectomy.
Well, I guess not pulling the trigger so much
-as, like, unloading the gun. -(chuckles)
Yeah, Carter doesn't really want to have any more kids.
And what do you want?
Well, I guess I always thought I would have kids,
but my life just turned out different,
and Carter and I have a good thing going.
Good for you.
Children add nothing to your life
you can't get from a good magazine subscription.
Mmm. This is really good.
But, uh, the foam art doesn't look anything like a cat.
That's because it's a middle finger, boss.
Excuse me, could I get a straw?
Oh, you don't want one.
They're all paper.
My daughter thinks she's saving the planet
by ruining your drinking experience.
Feel good knowing that you are protecting
the delicate ecosystem of the ocean.
But she's right-- suck fast, they turn to mush like that.
What up, Kat? I grabbed your mail.
If your ValuPak is missing the Souplantation coupon,
I hear that's been happening a lot.
Oh, hey.
Postcard from Phil. Max, your turn.
-Oh, look, they're in Australia. -(gasps)
(imitating Phil): "G'day, y'all!"
(normal voice): "Jalen and I made friends with the fellas
"from Thunder Down Under, so we decided to visit.
"Max, we showed 'em your picture, and you have a job
-if you ever want one." -(laughter)
Ooh, Thunder Down Under.
I'd like to get a look at their didgeridoos.
(imitating Phil): "Tell Sheila their didgeridoos do not disappoint.
(normal voice): Send my love to Carter and Randi."
Aw, I miss Phil.
-He said my name first, he likes me more. -(chuckles)
-Did he say anything about me? -Uh, yeah, take a look.
Oh. Uh, "Kat, send my last paycheck.
"These boys from down under don't want to see me
-in the same thong every night." -(laughs)
Oh, babe, we should get going.
-Oh. Good luck. -Ooh, yeah.
And after, I was thinking we can grab dinner
from Souplantation.
Sadly, I do not have a coupon, so it will cost us full price.
Aw. Who's this new guy?
Uh, I have no idea, he's not one of ours.
Oh, I saw him wandering around out back,
and he looked kind of pathetic,
so I figured he'd fit right in.
Wait, you just found a stray cat
and threw him in with gen pop?
You can't do that. We have quarantine protocols.
Well, how am I supposed to know that?
It's page one of the employee manual, also track one.
Whiskers McGee, the Irish cat, sings:
♪ Don't take in a stray, until they get a spray ♪
♪ They've got bugs and germs and sometimes worms ♪
♪ So give it three or four days, meow. ♪
Oh, man. They should have these at Souplantation.
Boom, got my turkey chili.
Boom, hitting the garlic bread station.
Boom, back at the table.
And then boom, eating alone.
Hello, Carter, Randi. Good to see you again.
Hi, Dr. Colman.
Uh, can you tell him what a vasectomy is
and who has to get it?
Wait, hold on.
All right, we good.
Well, actually,
before I refer you to a urologist,
I'd recommend one more test.
-Okay, here comes the upselling. -Mm-hmm.
You are worse than my weed guy.
If it's half-off, neither one of us wants it, Reggie.
No, I noticed your father had colon cancer
and your blood work came back with some things
that I want to follow up on.
Oh, Lord, is this how I go?
I'm too young to die!
Randi, you better not fall in love again.
I don't want that for you.
Okay, relax, you're not gonna die.
Oh, I swear to God, I will haunt your fine ass.
Doctor, what's going on? Is it serious?
We just want to be on the safe side.
I'm referring you to Dr. Monroe for a colonoscopy.
Aw, hell no.
I don't even like getting my regular picture taken.
I understand your concern, but this is a simple,
outpatient procedure.
And I'm sure Reggie can help with your recovery.
Easy for you to say.
You're not the one getting the camera shoved down his throat.
-Actually the camera goes... -No, no, no.
Don't ruin the surprise.
Excuse me, I've been waiting 20 minutes
for a vanilla latte.
Right, sorry. I'm not ignoring you.
You are a very valuable customer.
I just, I completely forgot all about you.
Hey, you feel like Mexican for dinner?
I think I can twerk my way into a family pack.
Um, I'd really rather you clean some tables,
maybe change the litter, and I have seen you twerk,
-it's, like, worth maybe a veggie taco at best. -(scoffs)
Well, where's Sheila and Randi?
Uh, Randi's with Carter and my mother is MIA.
Fine. But for the record,
my milkshake brings all the girls to the yard.
Ooh, I'm just in time.
Mother, where have you been?
You left for lunch over two hours ago.
I was working. Your coffee vendor, Arturo,
came in earlier and I took him to lunch,
lunch turned into drinks, and drinks turned into
he's taking me salsa dancing next weekend.
Uh, how is that "working?"
It's called the art of the schmooze, darling.
If I tickle his beans, you'll get a discount on yours.
I did not hire you to date the coffee vendor.
How much of a discount?
Where do you want these?
Um, you can just put 'em... Uh, wait...
Why are you itch... Why am I itching?
BRANDI: Oh, my God, is that a flea?
KAT: A flea?!
W-We don't have fleas, Brandi.
'Cause if we had fleas I'd be itching
my leg and my arm and the back of my neck,
but look, it's... I'm fine. Nothing.
And then there's your latte. There you go.
It's on the house. (laughs)
Oh, God.
How are you not itching?
Between the gin and the Botox, I can't feel a thing.
Look at this. I was reading this article. It says
one of the signs of colon cancer
is passing excessive amounts of gas.
I think I had this since I was a kid.
Okay, you got to stay off WebMD.
This is like the time you had a cyst on your shoulder
and convinced yourself you were growing a second head.
Yeah, but when it popped, I felt like I lost a brother.
Carter Two never got to see the ocean.
You're worrying about bad news
that you're probably never gonna get.
Yeah, but you don't know that, Randi.
I mean, it runs in my family,
like great hair and a smile that makes people want to hug me.
Just because something runs in your family
doesn't mean you're gonna get it, too.
I mean, look at my sister-- she ugly and I'm hot.
I just can't stop thinking about my dad
and everything that he went through.
I can't get sick, Randi.
I got too much I want to do.
Teach CJ how to drive.
Dance with you at our wedding.
We're supposed to grow old with each other.
And we will because they're not gonna find anything.
And if they do, we're gonna deal with it
like we deal with everything else: together.
Yeah, I guess.
No, look at me.
I love you.
And I'm gonna take care of you no matter what.
Thank you, baby.
Uh-oh.
What's going on?
Laxative's kicking in.
Hey phone, play ocean sounds really loud.
Do we really have to do all of this just 'cause of some fleas?
Yes, we have a very strict protocol.
This is a Code Meow.
We're gonna disinfect everything,
deflea and isolate Kitten Kaboodle--
that's right, I named him.
Do we have any more garbage bags for these pillows?
Oh, no, those are fine, I already vacuumed them.
Oh, this is not flea-related. They're just ugly.
So far, I have found a dozen fleas and a cigarette butt.
This cat has seen some things.
Don't blame K.K. for all of this.
It's not his fault. Is it, Mother?
Mm. I'd say the fault lies with
whoever had the brilliant idea to combine a café
with America's least favorite pet.
(laughs) Mm-mmm.
For your information, there are 58 million pet cats
in America, and that number is probably underreported
because some very normal ladies are ashamed to admit
how many they have.
That's a good point.
Sometimes I'm ashamed to admit I have a daughter.
Oh, yeah?
Dad said Marci Connor's boobs were nicer than yours.
All right, let's-let's all calm down.
-Let's take a deep breath... -No!
I've had it up to here with your attitude.
Ever since I hired you, you've been undermining me
and insulting me nonstop.
I thought that was our thing.
What am I not getting?
What you're not getting is that when you're here
I'm not just your daughter, I'm your boss.
I would appreciate you treating me with respect.
I'll treat you with respect
when you've done something to earn it.
You know I hired you as a favor, right?
How am I supposed to take you seriously?
You're literally dressed as garbage.
Okay, that does it. You're fired.
-What? -That's right!
And no exit interview.
You'll never know what pluses and minuses
you brought to this team.
What are you looking at? You're next.
I don't even work here.
That's it! You're gone!
Carter.
Baby, wake up.
We only have 15 more minutes left on free parking.
If you don't get up, it's gonna be four dollars.
-Oh. I'm up. I'm up. -(chuckles)
Well, I have good news for you.
The doctor didn't find anything.
Oh. So, no cancer?
(sighs) Thank God.
Yep, you have a clean bill of health.
So looks like I'm stuck with you forever. (laughs)
You're so good to me.
I don't deserve you.
Oh, so the anesthesia is wearing off.
You're thinking straight.
I never met anyone like you.
Aw.
Maybe this is gonna sound crazy...
What would you think if we did start a family?
What?
I thought you didn't want to.
I know.
But after going through all this,
seeing how sweet, caring and loving you are...
...it made me think how lucky a kid would be
to get to call you Mom.
Carter.
But only if you want to.
Okay.
We'll talk about it.
Great.
So, postpone the vasectomy?
Aw, damn, too late.
I told them to do it while you were under.
What? But we didn't agree
which one of us was gonna get it!
What are you doing?
I'm working.
The cats are fed, the pastries are stocked,
and Arturo is one tasteful nude away
from giving you ten percent off your next coffee order.
Uh, I'm pretty sure I fired you,
and based on the number of times that I listened to
"Boss Bitch" afterwards,
I was feeling really good about it.
After I went home,
I got a call from one of the jobs I applied for.
They asked me what kind of employee I was.
I said I was reliable, punctual,
a team player, hardworking.
Were you applying for a job at the firm of
Liar, Liar and Pants on Fire?
That's just it.
When I was younger, I was all those things.
I mean, I was a working woman
in a time when it was very hard to be taken seriously.
And I took pride in showing the world
that pretty girls could contribute, too.
I was just as good as any of those uggos.
Yeah, life certainly is stacked against the beautiful.
Thank you.
But the point is
I realized I hadn't been that kind of employee for you.
And that made me feel...
Guilty?
Ah, I'm not sure. This is all so new.
You did do me a favor, and I didn't treat you very well.
You started this cat café
and made it last three years,
which seems both impossible
and worthy of my respect.
I'm proud of you.
Thank you.
You're not just my daughter, you're a business owner.
And, dare I say it,
a boss bitch.
Well, in that case...
Welcome back.
I already called you a boss bitch.
Don't make me call you a bitch, boss.
("Pharmacist" by 504icygirl playing)
♪ All these little ... need to stay up out my mix ♪
♪ Every time they see me out ♪
♪ All my diamonds make 'em sick ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm still serving, they know I'm a pharmacist ♪
♪ All these people wanna be me, tryna study my technique ♪
♪ I don't gotta flex on these ..., they go notice ♪
♪ I ain't choose this life, lil' ..., I was chosen ♪
♪ In and out the bank, now they think my money stolen ♪
♪ And I'm weighing so much pack got the ... scale broken ♪
♪ Big boss ... so the opps be so jealous ♪
♪ I'm-a keep eating, that why these ... anorexic ♪
♪ Ain't no falling off 'cause I'm way too connected ♪
♪ What I spent on my necklace is what I made before breakfast. ♪
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