Back When We Were Grownups

Poppy!

Come on, let's get going.

Where are you?

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Poppy, get dressed.

Zeb will be here any minute.

Oh. What's all that for?

The picnic for Nono and Barry-- their engagement.

You have known about this for weeks.

Well, I can't remember every wingding you...

you got going around here.

It isn't a wingding.

It's for Nono.

You're going to have lots of fun today, Peter.

You know, my family throws parties for a living.

My stepmother-- your soon-to-be step-grandmother--

well, nobody throws a party like Beck.

Open Arms-- for all of...

Oh, Zeb, where are you?

Sorry. I had an emergency.

I'm going to be a little late.

Want me to meet you at the park?

All right.

I'll wrangle up Poppy.

See you there.

Oh. Come on.

Help me get this stuff in the car.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, boy, this is heavy.

Oh, yeah?

Too heavy?

Well, uh, I can make it.

Oh, good.

I'll get the door.

Ah. You all right?

Oh, Poppy, careful.

There's crystal in there.

Crystal? At a picnic?

Well, what better occasion

than for my nearest and dearest?

Oh.

Well, how can you have a picnic without food?

Biddy's making the food.

As always.

Oh.

Mmm-- snails in phyllo dough.

Mom, can't we ever have hamburgers and hot dogs

like normal people?

Which?

Uh, sneakers.

Beck says she wants to organize a family baseball game.

Oh, there it is.

Ow! Oh!

Hey. Come on, I'm starving.

All right, all right.

Is there any food in there?

No. It's for the champagne.

Oh. I hope Patch

remembered the bats and balls.

So, where is everybody?

Beck did say everybody was supposed to be here by 3:30.

Uh... Well, I guess we'll go for a jog then.

Oh, go ahead-- just run away.

Just like every other family gathering.

Poppy, those are for Min Foo.

Oh. Is she going to eat the whole jar?

Well, when I was pregnant

with Min Foo,

I used to crave dills all the time.

Mmm.

Oh, Poppy!

Love it!

Oh, I want more.

Hey, Min Foo, I came... So, where is my mother?

Oh, there she is.

Oh. Let me get your bag.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Hi!

Hi. Hi.

Oh, see?

She doesn't want to be here either.

I don't know why we have to celebrate Nono's engagement

to that... that corporate lawyer.

Because she's your sister.

Oh, come on.

Help me set up before Nono and Barry get here.

And here they are.

Hi, Barry.

Oh. Hi, sweetheart.

Hi.

And you have got to be Peter.

I'm Rebecca.

Hey, you want to come with me

and meet your new cousins?

No.

Oh, come on.

Okay, a toast, everybody, a toast.

To all of us gathered together

in this glorious spring weather.

Here she goes.

To Zeb

for scoping out the site.

Cheers.

Thank you very much.

To Biddy,

for cooking

with all of her might,

and Troy for helping her get it right.

Um, to Patch

and Jeep for suggesting the bats and the balls,

even though we never use them at all.

To Hakim and Min Foo.

In August, they're due.

But most of all,

to Nono and Barry.

Oh.

We are so delighted

that they are going to marry.

Oh, and last but not least,

a toast to Peter.

Someone new in our family.

Oh, what could be sweeter?

To Peter.

I'm not in your family.

Oh. Better go get him

before he jumps in the river.

Peter, get back here right now!

Peter, come on!

Did you ever have the feeling

you turned into the wrong person?

Mmm... well, no.

I mean look at me--

after 20 years, still a widow

planning other people's parties.

Don't read no more, discuss important issues,

don't got no friends.

You've got friends.

You got the girls.

You've got me.

Yeah, relatives.

And everybody else I know is some kind of repairman.

Relatives can be friends.

Repairmen, I'm not so sure about.

Listen, I'm serious, Zeb.

What, what happened to the friends

I knew in college or in high school?

I mean, for instance, Amy Darrow,

the girl who had her engagement party

the day I met Joe right here.

Oh. I didn't even get to her wedding.

Of course, I was married myself by then,

and all three girls had chicken pox, but still.

Okay, okay, to be continued.

I'm gonna make rounds at the hospital tomorrow.

Okay. 'Night.

'Night.

(train whistle and wind chimes)

I had the oddest dream last night.

Were there any numbers in it?

What?

If you can recall any numbers,

my friend Al is always after me for numbers

to play the lottery with.

He wants the numbers from my dreams,

but I don't have any dreams anymore.

No, this was a, this was a dream about a boy.

And he seemed to be... my son.

I was on a train,

and I couldn't quite see his face, but...

it seems that he was very handsome... and confident.

Do you recall what number train it was?

No. And I don't know where we were going either.

: Well, I'd call that a dream

that was lacking in plot.

In fact, it's sort of uninteresting.

So, I'd like to switch

the subject to my birthday.

Your birthday's not till December, Poppy.

December 11th.

I'm going to be100years old.

Well, I know that, Poppy.

I suppose you're planning

some big wingding for me.

I mean, I mean bigger than usual, huh?

Well, we'll see. Maybe.

: Yes.

But it's still pretty far away.

And when we get a little closer...

Open Arms-- for all of life's occasions.

Oh, yes, hi, Melinda.

Here's a list.

The guest list for my birthday party.

Oh, certainly.

Oh, he... yeah, he's a very good DJ.

Yup, he brings his own sound system.

Oh, I'm sure he can play whatever anyone would like.

Mom, it's me!

Not to worry.

Hi, Poppy!

Hi, Min Foo.