Joshua

(rousing orchestral fanfare playing)

You're playing like a bunch of little girls!

You're playing like a little girl!

Good, good hustle.

Good hustle!

Hustle!

What? Okay, I'm coming! Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry.

Excuse me!

We got to go.

Sorry. We've got to go!

It's an emergency!

Come on, come on, buddy.

Hey!

Joshua, let's go!

Let's go, buddy.

Josh!

Oh...

Ah...

(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Oh, my little worm.

Oh, God, I love her so much.

Hello, sweetie.

She looks like...

She...

Look at this little...

Hey.

Did it hurt, Mommy?

Oh, yeah, it did, but not anymore.

Oh, you did?

(speaking gibberish)

Oh, not you, Buster.

Oh, Buster!

Baby, I thought we were keeping him locked up.

Okay, okay.

You been listening to Bartok?

I'll see your Bartok

and raise you one Rodgers and Hammerstein.

You hammer any of these nails yourself?

Uh, no, Dad, we had a contractor.

I can't imagine what that cost you.

Shame, nothing like putting your own sweat into a home.

Oh, there's sweat in here, believe me.

By the way it's not rare to have a grandmother

stay and help with the newborn.

Oh, no... It would be my pleasure.

No, Hazel.

We're fine.

Are you sure, Abby?

Yes, Mom, we'll be fine.

Because, you should have help.

No.

At least have a nanny.

I mean, isn't that what rich people do in New York?

Mom, we're fine, really. We're also not crazy

about this idea of a stranger living here.

Well, you would hardly notice me.

These ten little Indians are all out of arrows.

Well, I hope you won't make me sing, Ned.

A glorious light should shine, Hazel.

You flatterer.

You know, I don't know

if you were interested in seeing a show.

I can get you tickets.

I only want to see one of your shows, Ned.

Well, you're three years too late on that one.

Aw, but what a success.

Mmm, I suppose.

Oh, this is the piece that he's playing for the school recital.

Uh-huh. Can he play, like, "Jesus is my Savior" or...

I don't think so, Mom.

Oh, that's a shame.

Abby, do you think

you could part with that bundle of joy for just a second?

I need some cuddle time.

Oh!

Oh, precious little lady.

Look at you!

Oh, well, she sure has that solid-as-a-rock Cairn chin,

doesn't she?

You can tell she's salt of the earth.

You can just tell.

So, sis... how is everything?

Fine, how are you?

I'm fine, how are you feeling?

I'm feeling fine. I'm good... I am.

Neddy, I'm good, I'm great even.

No blues? No blahs?

Nope.

'Cause I have some exquisite medication I can get you.

: No, it's nothing like last time.

Nothing.

Good.

Joshua.

Do you think we could have a little intermission?

Hmm?

I wonder how many rats live in this building?

Joshua.

I'm guessing at least a hundred.

Joshua!

Do you think we can keep it quiet for the baby?

What's that?

Lunch break is probably over.

That's, uh...

that's gut renovation on the penthouse.

How charming.

You baptizing this one?

Oh, well, you know, since we didn't baptize Joshua, we're...

Yeah, I think it's time for Lily's nap.

So that's a no to baptism?

Uh, I think, you know, we're going to let

our kids make up their own minds about religion.

Hey, why don't we all sing Lily a sleep tight song?

Good idea.

Come on, everybody.

Come on. All right.

It's going to be okay.

It's okay, Ma.

¶ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ¶

¶ How I wonder what you are ¶

¶ Up above the world so high ¶

¶ Like a diamond in the sky ¶

¶ Twinkle, twinkle...¶

Oh, my God. Oh, my Lord.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

You feeling better?

What's going on over here?

Did you feed Nero today?

Yeah?

Dad?

Yeah.

I don't like soccer.

I-I thought I did,

and I wanted to... but I don't.

Oh...

Well, you know, that's...

that's okay, you know?

I don't like baseball either.

Well, that's all right.

You ch... you do something else.

You can do whatever you want.

You know?

Do you ever feel weird, Dad?

Weird?

Yeah, yeah, sometimes.

Like if I don't exercise for a while

or wake up in the middle of a dream...

or have too much coffee or something.

Do you ever feel weird about me?

Your weird son?

No.

No, no, no, no, not at all.

Not at all.

You know that magic trick

where the magician puts the person in the box

and spins the box and makes the person disappear?

Yeah?

I know how that trick is done.

If you look carefully, you can tell.

Well, you know, hey, maybe magic is your thing.

We could take you to a magic store.

Get you some tricks.

You know, you don't have to love me.

That's not like a rule or something.

But I do love you.

You're my son. You're my boy.

I'll always love you, no matter what.

Okay?

Brad.

Mm?

Brad.

Hmm?

Do you hear that?

Hmm? What?

I think there's someone in the baby's room.

No, that's static, sweetie.

No, there's someone in Lily's room.

Abby, wait a second. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sweetie?

Abby.

Damn it.

She's breathing, right?

She's fine, sweetie.

She's fine.

I thought she was choking or something.

It's amazing how tiny they are.

It's almost heartbreaking.

(piano music begins playing classical piece)