We cut to Sebastian all alone. His mother has cancelled. SEE?!?!?! Just like Kelly Taylor!!
Looks like we have a Kelly Taylor situation on our hands
He gets a phone call from Super Vixen Donna LaDonna wanting to meet him. He leaves his house with a bottle of scotch. Uh oh… another Dylan McKay moment???
Back at Walt’s homosexual love dungeon- ooops, I mean Walt’s parent’s house, Mags helps to clear the table. She tells Walt she is “sick of you not being able to stick up to your parents!” Walt plans to go to NYU, not Dartmouth. Mags tells Walt that her plan to follow Walt to college really wasn’t that much of a joke. Mags realizes she needs to think about her future but she isn’t afraid to her herself, unlike Walt.
Mags returns home and she asks her brother if he always knew he wanted to be a cop?
This relationship is headed in the right direction…
She also asks if there is any money for her to go to college? (No, there isn’t.) The Brother advises Mags to just marry Walt.
Carrie really thinks her perfect Thanksgiving is going to happen. Delusional. The Dorrit thinks she’s a jerk and storms out. Carrie finds her in the back yard sparking a doobie.
Hey! I’m here to kill your buzz!!!
Carrie is appalled and thinks The Dorrit is trying to ruin Thanksgiving and she also thinks The Dorrit ruined Mom’s recipes and hid Mom’s cookbooks AND she’s going to tell Dad that The Dorrit is a pothead. Sheesh. The Dorrit thinks Carrie is trying to be Mom!! Carrie tries to explain that she is trying to honor her Mom’s memory by making it a nice day… and The Dorrit is torturing her. The Dorrit thinks that proceeding with Thanksgiving without Mom is torture.
Perhaps we can just land on: Thanksgiving is torture. ???
The Dorrit storms back inside and into her room to finish smoking her blunt. Carrie and she fight through the door and George catches her yelling at The Dorrit. Carrie tries to cover by saying they all get along perfectly. Mouse- the cock block appears and tells them that Harlan just referred to her as “The Oriental Maid,” Carrie needs to get back to the kitchen.
Who you calling “Oriental Maid?!!?”
And… the turkey is ON FIRE. The oven breaks, fuses blow, likes flicker- very dramatic.
Carrie, in turn, has a total meltdown that she has done EVERYTHING, and she’s trying to be like Mom and no one has noticed and the turkey is ruined. Strangely, not unlike my Thanksgiving meltdown 2 years ago. Apparently, it doesn’t take a flaming turkey to the head to jolt Dad back to reality- he realizes that he should be taking care of his kids and not watching the game. Don’t worry Dad, it’s genetic.
This could be a photo from any home in the USA