- Hello, Mrs. Fennelston.
I'm Dr. Richards.
- Don't act like you don't know my first name.
- Oh, I have the chart
right here. - It's Tamara.
- Tamara Fennelston. - Yeah.
- And you're my patient.
- I am your "patient."
Yeah. - What are the air quotes?
- The air quotes are,
"you know our relationship."
- Okay.
- And at the Donor's Dinner, we had an oyster buffet.
We exchanged looks.
- Closed-shell oyster buffet.
- They were closed-shell, we were not.
- Wait. - Hold on.
No, I don't.
Nora's doing the thing where she want to...
She's flirting with me.
- Okay, no.
No, you know what...?
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- The minister's cat is a monastic cat.
The urchin purchased the merchant's Birkin.
Don't exhume the body.
The autopsy's real.
Okay.
Oh.
Oh, my god.
Hi.
Nora, Grandma, what are you guys doing?
- You called us here.
- Yeah. - Right.
I am going through a crisis of creativity, okay.
My agents are coming to my improv show tonight.
- You need an improv partner?
- Yes. - Oh.
- Okay, so Nora, get up.
And the point is to just "yes"
and agree with everything that's going on
and just go with it.
Elevate the premise, okay?
So, grandma, what's a scenario that we should do?
- Teacher.
Ah, ah...
Teacher.
- [Nora] Oh.
- Student. - Okay, okay, here we go.
Hello, everyone.
My name is professor.
I'm the professor.
So after we have nap time and snacks...
We have pretzels.
Then we'll...
We can continue resuming the lecture.
- Nora have you ever been to a school?
- Why? They don't do this?
- No. - Okay.
- She doesn't even read books.
- I have read books, Grandma.
- Oh.
Oh, excuse me.
Okay, okay.
Let's switch it around then.
You'll be the teacher and you be the student.
- Angie, you're doing so great on your reading skills.
I think you're gonna take a great exam
to go into middle school.
- Oh, awesome.
I...
Because of the coma and the war...
- How old are you?
How old are you?
- 39.
- Okay, how about you be a firefighter?
- Can you hold me?
- I'll catch you if that's what you mean.
- Come on, down the ladder.
Bring us down the ladder.
- Stop that.
That's not working, that's not working.
- Okay, okay, scene.
- You are a doctor.
- Okay.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Fennelston.
I'm doctor- - Don't act like
you don't know my first name.
- I'm so sorry- - It's Tamara.
- Yes, I see on your chart. It's Tamara Fennelston.
- Don't gimme this chart ********.
When you know last night what we did in the museum archives.
- We were looking through your family's medical history.
- We were, yeah. We were looking through the archives
and then my hair brushed your nose
and you said that it smelled like lilacs and elderflower.
You know what? You're saying no, but you're saying no.
- No, I just...
You're making me uncomfortable.
- Well, that's the patient-client confidential thing.
It keeps our affair under wraps.
And also-
- You're talking about...
You're talking about client privilege.
- Oh, okay.
- That's lawyers. - Okay.
Okay, I get it.
I get it, I get it.
- You guys, this is really important, okay?
This showcase could determine the rest of my career.
I need you to take this seriously, okay?
Keep your hands at the wheel
so that it doesn't veer into incest territory.
- Or I'll keep my hands if I'm doing whatever.
Because that is improv. - Yeah.
- What was that?
You wanna be in the kitchen or something?
Let's be in the kitchen.
- I would love to be in the kitchen.
- Okay, let's do the kitchen thing.
- I would love to be in the kitchen.
- I've got two loaves right here.
- Well, I've got a slot to put them in.
You have something on your cheek here?
I think it's a little bread powder.
- Behind. - Sorry are you talking?
- I'm baking my Mountbatten cake.
Quite an arm you've got...
Quite a mixing arm you've got there.
- I'm making macarons.
You know the thing about yeast?
- Oh, yeast.
Yeah, you don't wanna get the itches.
- It rises.
And what are you doing next Tuesday?
- I'm probably working here at the bakery.
- There's something about your eyes.
- Thank you so much. - What color are they?
- My eyes are brown. - Brown?
- Brown.
Really unremarkable brown eyes.
- They say brown is like the windows to the soul.
- I think that's all eyes.
Okay, I'm gonna kiss- - No!
- We don't do...
We're not gonna...
We're not doing that.
- You've been wanting to (bleep) me the entire time.
- It was improv.
- And there's no kissing of other family members.
- Let's go, Grandma.
- Everything is just something phallic.
- I know.
- Thanks for your help.
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