03x01 - Kimmy Gets Divorced?!

[bunniefuu]

[waves crashing]

[spits]

Don't even.

Stupid sea pigeon,
looking at me like that.

Please!

You're also at the beach with no friends.

[LaVern Baker's "Tweedle Dee" playing]

[Lillian] Honey, you paid someone

to take a GED graduation photo?

[Kimmy] Cool, right?

I was worried no one from class
would show up to my party,

'cause, you know,
I wasn't part of the cool group.

♪ You make my heart
Go clickety-clack ♪

Jacqueline! Jeez!
I didn't think you'd show up.

Oh, I wouldn't miss your birthday
or whatever.

The big 4-0.

It's not the same
without Titus, though, is it?

And he won't be back
for another two months.

Or has he been here the whole time?

[Kimmy imitating Titus]
Girl, stop talking to me!

You know I'm not real!

Oh, Kimmy. That's bad.

Don't let anyone see that.

Anyway, I don't actually care about Titus.

The only reason I brought him up
was so you and I could talk

about the fact that my boyfriend
is also out of town.

-Titus isn't my boyf--
-Tell me about it.

I miss Russ so much.

I've been filling my days
with the most awful things.

You can't imagine.

Last night, in a particularly low moment,

I decided to come to this.

-Oh.
-Hi, hi.

[gasps]

I brought photocopies of a dead bird.

♪ Tweedlee, tweedlee dum ♪

I got to break up with him.
It's getting too dangerous.

'Cause he's trying to k*ll you?

Probably.

But I mean dangerous politically.

Think about it.
I'm running for District Council.

He's a Durst.

I can't be fighting gentrification

and poking a son of the biggest
real estate developer in New York.

-So he'll be single?
-Oh!

What's he worth? Is his penis weird?

Sorry, old habit.

Mm.

[Kimmy imitating Titus]
Girl, that's nasty!

So, Lillian, now that I have my GED,
what do I do next?

I don't know. After high school,
most white girls go to college.

I thought that was just for rich kids
and only the very best clowns.

Nah, that's just fancy private colleges.

Me, I went to SUNY Old Paltz.

Go, Jews!

Okay.

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna go to college!

[fancy orchestral music playing]

[upbeat music]

[Bankston] ♪ Unbreakable ♪

♪ They alive, damn it ♪

♪ It's a miracle ♪

♪ Unbreakable ♪

♪ They alive, damn it ♪

♪ But females are strong as hell ♪

♪ Unbreakable ♪

♪ They alive, damn it ♪

♪ It's a miracle ♪

♪ Unbreakable ♪

♪ They alive, damn it ♪

That's gonna be, uh...

you know, a fascinating transition.

[singers]
♪ Damn it ♪

[light orchestral music playing]

Well, I'm off to bed, Titus.

Thanks for letting me sleep
on your big queen mattress.

Crumpets and Cheerios,

and that's a spicy meatball, Luigi.

[sighs]

Stupid sea pigeon.

What can he do that I can't?

I've fallen asleep on eggs.

My roommate!

And my best friend?

Kimmy, get off of Bed-jamin!

It's not what it looks like!

Wait, Titus. Why are you back?

Sometimes cruises just end early.
It's a very common thing.

I think I know more about cruises
than you do.

Why are you wearing a tuxedo?

And where's your luggage?

Also, why is one of your shoes
a cut-open beach ball?

Why is your hair shorter?

Or is it that your head is getting bigger?

Everyone can do questions.
Now, girl, I need to lie down.

I'm starting to feel land-sick again.

Titus, what happened with Mahogany?

It's okay if you got fired.

It doesn't mean you're not talented.

Kimberly, if there's one thing I learned
on that cruise,

it's that what I've been shouting
at bus drivers

for all these years is true.

I am a star!

♪ Mahogany ♪

[cheers and applause]

[Kimmy] Wait, you played the lead part?

What happened to Dionne Warwick?

Nothing, she's fine! I think I know more
about Dionne Warwick than you do!

[cell phone ringing]

-Hello?
-Sister Kimmy.

It's Richard Shakeer-Mohammed.

I had to join a Muslim g*ng
and a white-power g*ng.

It's sort of a Mrs. Doubtfire situation.

I told you to stop calling me.

Look, you think I really want to be
wasting my prison phone time on you?

I could be calling a joke hotline.

The divorce papers are in the mail.

Sign 'em and get 'em back to me.

Why do we even have to go through this?
There's no way that marriage was legal.

[Richard] And now, in the name of me,

Gosh Almighty, who you may know from,

I don't know, Italian ceilings?

I pronounce you Superman and wife!

Thank you, oh great and powerful Gosh.

I will see you later on in Heaven
for paintball.

[laughing]

Yeah.

Oh, believe you me,

I wish our marriage was as fake
as the Tooth Fairy or magnets.

But someone in the state of Indiana
is taking it pretty seriously,

because apparently one of us decided
to claim a marital tax credit

and used the money to buy a Jet Ski.

That had to be you!

-Cla-may-to, Clamato, Kimmy.
-Whatever.

After I sign these papers,
I don't want to hear

your fudging voice ever again.

Look, Kimmy, I'm not your enemy.

-Are too!
-D2!

[hisses]

[phone clatters]

Bobby, sweetie,

since we've been back together,

I feel like that 12-year-old

at summer camp on Roosevelt Island,

running around
the abandoned tuberculosis hospital,

scaring ghosts.

But the reason I asked you
to meet me here,

in this very public place
with many witnesses,

is because I don't think
we should see each other--

Okay. Bye-bye.

[bouncy orchestral music]

[door closes]

Mrs. Wayne? Pfft!

The only way I'd be Mrs. Wayne
is if I'm Batman's mom,

except I don't get m*rder*d.

But then he doesn't become Batman.
[gasps] Oh, gosh. What have I done?

Oh, girl, nothing good ever comes
in a big brown envelope.

Medical results,
rejected Costco applications,

vanity plates you ordered
while intoxicated.

You don't even have a car, Titus!

No, this is good.

I sign these stupid divorce papers,
and I'm done with the Reverend forever.

Don't sign anything until you have someone
with glasses look at it.

I made that mistake once.

That's why I have to go
to that Army base four weeks a year.

Wait a minute. Why are you still here?

Have you not seen Mikey
since you've been back?

[chuckles] I probably have.

You people all look the same to me.

Jeez, I just figured after two months,

you guys must be dying to... touch butts?

I do not want to talk about it.

But Mikey knows you're back, right?

-You must have called him.
-No! I did not!

'Cause I can't see him, not yet.

-Why?
-Because!

I made promises.

I said I would come back
with $16,000 in my pocket

and a working pocket.

I was gonna shower Mikey with gifts.

Orchestra seats at a Mets performance.

Mud flaps with a sexy man on them.

Wait. This whole time you didn't get paid?

Technically, I did.

I even got a bonus
after my bravura performance

in the Bermuda Triangle.

♪ Ma ♪

♪ Ho ♪

♪ Ga ♪

♪ Ny ♪

[cheers and applause]

But then I had to eat all my paychecks.

I mean, I lost them. Shut up!

Kimmy, I'm tired of failing,

tired of feeling like a loser.

Titus, I've never seen you like this.

I know.
I can barely look at myself in the mirror.

No, I mean, you got knocked down,
but you want to get up again.

You're Tubthumping!

Mikey believed in me.

He made me follow my dream.

I can't disappoint him.

Then you won't.
We'll find you another job.

-But where?
-Let me catch you up

on the latest in showbiz.

TV is computers now.

I saw an ad on the side of a bus
for a new show

called Turgle, I think.

The bus was going pretty fast.

Home Box Office bought Sesame Street
and fired all the actors.

-Streaming residuals--
-Wait! Sesame Street!

Those jobs last forever!

I'd get to sing with celebrities,

shove cookies in my mouth without chewing.

Plus, it'd be great to have
someone else work my arms for once.

-That's just for puppets!
-How do you know?

The downside is I'd have to pretend
to like children and endorse sharing.

But for Mikey, I'll do it.

But do you know how to get,

how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?

No.

But I know someone who does.

He's the worst monster of all.

Oh, I miss you so much, Russ.

Why do you have to go to Africa
and fight rhino poaching anyway?

Who cares how rhinos are cooked?

When he gets back,
let's go on a double date.

You, Russ, me, and someone we trick.

The call dropped again.

Ugh. Get it together, Africa.

Jacqueline, can you look at these?

[rattling]

Ooh, divorce papers.

Uh-huh, from... you-know-who.

Nice try. I know that means Voldemort.
Now I know he's single.

Can you just make sure
he's not tricking me or anything?

Julian tried to sneak in a clause
in our divorce agreement

that said I could never remarry
and had to die alone in a flea market.

So how did he dump you?

Did he write "it's over" on your forehead
while you were asleep?

But in the mirror it was backwards,
so I saw "revosti."

[laughs] I got all dressed up

thinking Winston was taking me
to a fancy Italian restaurant.

But then he was gone, gone forever!

[laughing, crying]

Did you just get these today?

You're not signing this.

But the sticker says "Sign here."

It's shaped like an arrow.

Kimmy, this man put you through hell...

cheating on you or whatever.

-He kidnapped me.
-I said, "Or whatever."

But now he wants something from you,
right?

A divorce so he can get remarried.

Which means now you're the one in control.

Withhold that signature, and now it's
his turn to feel everything you felt--

anger, frustration, despair,

fear, horniness, fear-based horniness.

I'm in control now.

I'm not signing!

Oh, this'll be fun.

We'll order sushi, open some wine,
and when he calls...

-We'll make him suffer.
-Great! I'll cancel my plans.

Daddy, I can't come over tonight.

I'll just give you double insulin
tomorrow.

Ah, done!

[bright orchestral music]

[man] Five minutes to curtain!

Five minutes!

Your five-minute call. Five minutes.

I'd say hello, Titus,
but I'm saving my voice

for what the French call
"la performance de play."

Hello, Coriolanus,

and congratulations on all your success.

Oh, you mean appearing
in every single performance

of Matilda...'s Wednesday matinee?

That's when all of the child actors
have to go to school,

and their roles are played by adults.

Jealous?

Look, Coriolanus...

I know you got your start
on Sesame Street...

[upbeat acoustic guitar music]

[kids] Through!

[boy] Through the old rebar.

[kids] Over!

[boy] Over the nails!

[kids] Under!

[boy] Under the steamroller!

Child work rules were very different
in the '70s.

I was the only survivor of that sh**t.

Well, now, Sesame Street is casting,

and I thought you might know someone there
who could help me.

[laughing]

Oh, Titus.

You expect me to help you?

The only time I stoop that low

is when I wear shoes on my knees

to play a non-speaking child
in Broadway's Matilda.

[gasps] Although...

you know what would be interesting?

A documentary about Frank Lloyd Wright's
brilliant but troubled life?

The producer of Sesame Street
is Mr. Lonny Dufrene.

And, yes, we are still in touch.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I know you, Titus Andromedon.

I know how weak you are
in the face of adversity,

how easily you give up.

Oh, only when it comes to stuff.

So I'm going to tell you where to find

Lonny Dufrene every morning before work.

Tomorrow at 7:00 a.m.,
you can find Mr. Dufrene

in Riverside Park at 78th Street,

doing an exercise class.

[laughing wickedly]

-[man] Places!
-Oh!

[man] This is your places call
for top of show.

[swelling orchestral music]

Great. So, when I want him to call,
he suddenly can't be bothered.

Text and tell him you've been
in an accident.

That sometimes works.

Be patient, Kimmy.

The grandmother from Who's the Boss?
once told me

that you can put up with anything
for ten seconds.

[cell phone ringing]

No, no.

He can wait.

He's the last thing on your mind.

[line trilling]

♪ Ten seconds at a time ♪

[ringing continues]

Make it quick. I'm on a horse.

Are they in the mail yet?

I'm sorry, who is this?

What? Are you serious? It's Richard.

Richard Stemple? From high school?

[Richard] No, dummy.

You didn't go to high school
because I kidnapped you.

I can't believe you don't remember that.

Oh, right, Richard.

Look, I haven't had a chance
to sign that thing.

Because nobody in New York
uses pens anymore.

Everyone just vapes each other now.

Oh, and you weren't able to find time
in your day to go buy a pen

at one of New Jersey's many fine peneries?

Yeah, I'm just too busy, um...

Um...

hitting a floating tambourine
while my other hand gets a manicure.

Also, I'll have you know,
I'm applying to college.

[scoffs] Without a pen? Good luck.

Oh, thanks for the luck.

I guess I'll play the lottery now and win.

No. No! I take it back.

Listen, sign the papers
and get it back to me.

They're executing my best man
in three days,

and they are out of the drug,

so they're gonna throw him
off the roof.

Oh, my gosh.

He hung up on me.

[Mimi] Perfect timing!

Dinner's ready!

-Mimi, we said don't do that.
-Come on, Mrs. Kanassis.

Well, what's done is done.

What a disaster.

Oh, I've been there.

You fall asleep,
dream you're French-kissing Ryan Seacrest,

then you wake up, and it's two rats
fighting over a hard-boiled egg

in your mouth.

No. I broke up with Bobby.

And it was worse
than I could have imagined.

[gasps] Oh, no.

He k*lled you, and now you're a ghost?

I don't want to make sexy pottery
with you.

No, he just said, "Bye-bye,"

and walked away, like it was nothing.

I'll be on the stoop,

throwing stuff at anyone
who looks like they're in love.

Hang on. You're going to bed?

It's 9:00.

You're gonna miss the parade

of Puerto Rican babies
who are up too late.

Well, you'll have to tell me about it.

I'm going to an exercise class in a park
tomorrow morning.

You're not gonna do that.

Oh, I am. I'm gonna get up at morning,
or however you say it.

I'm gonna exercise like those morons
in that Olympic show.

And I will not fail,

because I'm doing it
for the greatest reason of all--

love.

What did I just say?

[cell phone ringing]

Hello? This your phone?

What? No. Who's this?

You leave phone in cab! I am SoHo.
Where you?

No, no, no. This isn't my phone.
I'm trying to call Kimmy.

Oh, no! Here come accident!

[screaming]

Oh!

-[screaming]
-[pots banging]

[cell phone ringing]

You're talking to K-Biz.

Oh, Allah, be praised, K-Biz.
You got your phone back.

Ugh. It was hard to track down
'cause I went to so many places today.

I just love walking wherever I want,
don't you?

Opening unlocked doors and going outside

and then showering alone

and not having a toilet next to my bed.

[Richard] Are you listening to yourself?

You know I'm in prison.

Everything that you just said
is fun stuff I can't do now.

Tell you what--
I'll take you to that go-kart place.

Oh, my God, normally,
that's, like, my favorite thing!

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs] It's about time you called.

[Richard] Well, excuse me, Kimmy.

But a condom full of heroin
exploded in my stomach,

so this whole day has been for the birds!

I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
with these divorce papers.

Just fill them out!

It's just, you know how
you always said in the bunker

that women are dumb?

Well, I think you're right.

I mean, these pages look blank to me.

Flip them over, Kimmy.

Flip 'em over!
You're looking at the wrong side!

[crying] This is so frustrating!

I think he's crying.

[Richard sobbing]

The rash from the sushi is real bad!

Somebody help! Oh, God!

Oh, what was I thinking?

[people grunting]

I thought burpees were just baby burps,

which is something I'm very...
[burps] good at.

[Dev] You're late, Lonny!

Oh, man, Dev, sorry, brother.

It's just, like,
someone swiped my recumbent bicycle.

But it's cool.

I'm sure he needed it more than me,
and the universe will pay me back,

like when I found that sock.

Okay, everyone up the hill.

[all grunting]

[dry orchestral music]

[Titus panting]

Do it... for Mikey.

Run!

♪ ♪

Get really low.

Hey, it's me, man, Lonny Dufrene.

I had, like, a far out idea
for the new Gordon--

Titus Andromedon.

I bet he's never heard of you either,
lady!

I mean, cool, cool. The '70s...

Uh, let's schedule him first up

and, uh, have a nice selection
of pastries for him.

Nothing with fruit.

Okay, maybe I'll sign if you admit
that there was no fifth Mole Woman

and you were Lil' Lisa.

Oh, is that what you think?

Well maybe I'll just put Lil' Lisa
on the phone

while I drink this glass of water.

Hi, Sister Kimmy!

Boy, the Reverend sure is thirsty.

How is he doing that?

[Richard] Why, thank you, Lil' Lisa.

I need a little hair of the dog.

But I'll take any kind of hair.

You know what? I think you won't sign
because you're still in love with me.

-As if!
-D2!

[inhales sharply]

Hi, hi.

[Richard] Hello?

Kimmy. Kimmy!

Mmm, now I'm eating pizza!

How's the pizza in prison?

Surprisingly authentic.

Yeah, well, it's good here, too!

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to return
the stuff you left at my place.

I couldn't find anything,
so the box is empty.

Why'd you just walk away like that?

I've never been good at bye-byes.

But I've known you since 1964.

I was your first alibi.

Lillian, can I stop being insane
and get real for a second?

You're living in the past.

Me, fighting to keep
this neighborhood terrible,

your views on Italians?

I'm not stuck in the past.
I just hate the present.

You know Playboy doesn't have nudity
anymore?

You have to draw the nipples on yourself.

This isn't healthy, Lillian.

And I'm making it worse.

[door opens]

I bet your cell's pretty small.

My apartment's so big, I can--
Gosh dang it!

Why don't our shins have butts?

I know it seems like
you're just having fun,

but you let someone back
in your life who's--

who's bad for you.

It's holding you back.

Who, me?

No, that's not what's happening here.

'Cause it's different than it used to be.

Not everything's about you, dear.

g*dd*mn millennials.

No, Lillian,
maybe this was always about Kimmy,

all of it.

Maybe I let a bad person back in my life,

but he used to t*rture me.

Now I'm torturing him.

[Richard] Hey, you know I'm still here,
right?

Are you talking to someone else?

Man, maybe you're the one that should have
the prison nickname "Rude Dude."

See? I turned the tables.

But you're--
you're still at the same table.

[dramatic string music]

[liquid splashing]

[Richard] Hello?

Those pastries were supposed to be
for all day.

Okay, man. Welcome.

Let me hear your 'bet.

♪ A, B, C, D, E, F, G ♪

♪ H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P ♪

♪ Q, R, S ♪

♪ T, U, V ♪

♪ W, X ♪

♪ Y, and Z ♪

And that's why we have seasons.

Wow. Titus, I love it, man.

And I love children!

It's not weird that their teeth get pushed
out of their heads by other teeth.

Fruits and vegetables keep us
healthy and strong.

Far out.

Look, I'd like to do one more scene,
if that's cool,

maybe with one of the stars of the show.

Oh, I was taking a nap in there.

Thanks for helping me move
into Sesame Street, Mr. Frumpus.

Boy, those boxes were heavy.

But now that we're done,
we can go get ice cream.

-Ooh, I want chocolate.
-And you'll get it.

Sometimes you have
to do something really hard,

like cleaning your room
or finishing your homework,

before you get what you really want.

Oh, I'm glad you're my new neighbor.

I thought that was great, man.

How about you, Mr. Frumpus?

Felt pretty good. Felt pretty good.

[laughing]

Titus, you're the real deal, man.

But we've seen a lot of great people.

Okay, Lonny,
you don't know how bad I want this.

Yeah, maybe we don't know, Titus.

Like, what would you do
to get the thing you want?

Uh, I don't know.

Um... what?

Well, it's like you said, right?

Before you get the thing you want...

You got to do something really hard.

-You said that, right, Titus?
-Well, I read it--

And then do you remember
what I said right before that?

Do you, Titus?

I said, "I want chocolate."

And then what did you say, Titus?

Y-you'll get it?

So you give Mr. Frumpus what he wants,

and you get what you want--

one of the best TV jobs in New York.

Come on, let's do this.
My pill's kicking in.

[breathes deeply]

[dramatic music]

No!

I told myself I would do anything
to get this gig,

because I was doing it for love.

And I would do anything for love,
but I won't do that!

Meat Loaf, man.

Maybe when I'm done, thank you.

But if all that's true,

if I really would do anything for Mikey,

then I'd forget about my stupid hang-ups

about money and failure,

and I would go see him.

I would go and see him right now.

And I wouldn't even have
any meatloaf first.

You creeped him out.

[sighs]

Jacqueline, I have to sign those papers,
right now.

Messing with him was fun,
but it was still him.

I spent the last 24 hours on the phone
with that sicko.

So that's why your ears are red.

But why are your eyes so uneven?

I should be living my life,

raking in mad dough,

sippin' on gin and juice, laid back.

[sighs]

Okay, fine.

Just initial where it says "uncontested"

and then sign at the bottom.

[Kimmy] And then I can use this pen

to apply to college.

College?

Good for you.

[scoffs] I wish I had gotten my degree.

Back before Julian, I went for a year,
but ran out of money.

Tr*mp University.

Go, Pricks!

Well, good thing I have $2,000 saved...

plus a pretty rare Beanie Baby

that I would never sell
because his face is too cute.

Two thousand dollars?

Kimmy, even a state school costs
$20,000...

a year.

-What?
-Hmm.

No.

How am I gonna get my pockets fat
with that kind of cheddar, fam?

Well, you could always get yourself
a rich husband.

But you already have a husband,
and he's got some stuff.

A jukebox, DJ equipment, a bunker...

A bunker? That's weird. For what?

My point is, that stuff's worth money.

That I could use for college.

But how do I get it from him?

You tear up these papers
and contest the divorce.

[dramatic music]

Looks like someone is going to college.

And that person and I have something
in common...

college.

[whines, panting]

This is so dramatic...

running to someone.

Those 35 years of carbo-loading
are paying off.

[car door opens, closes]

I'm ready.

I'm so excited.

[indistinct chatter]

What the foop?

[dramatic orchestral music]

-Good night, everybody!
-Good night!