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Read this.

"WGBH has created

an educational program

that genuinely inspires."

This is today's paper?

Keep reading.

"Julia Child is a pleasant

and encouraging instructor,"

despite teaching recipes

that are hardly quick and easy.

However, if you'll only

stick with her, you'll

Both: "find the reward

is delicious."

Good grief.

You memorized it?

"WGBH now looks capable

of producing shows

that won't put you to sleep."

Hmm. A bit harsh.

Insulting.

Now, this station has

a higher mandate,

to elevate and educate

the public.

Maybe Julia's

what we've been missing.

Well, Julia wouldn't have a show

if she weren't my guest first.

I made that woman.

Harry Belafonte.

Are you sure you need this?

Oh, it'll give me a lift

for "Jump In The Line."

Shake, shake, shake,

señora ♪

Alright, don't

Don't hurt your shaker.

I need you at my show tonight.

Child residence.

Uh, yes, uh, just a moment.

It's, uh, for you.

Oh.

Hello?

Oh, that's lovely.

No.

No, it's not supposed to

be sweet.

What brand of cognac

did you use?

Oh, next time just grab

the brandy.

No need for it to be French.

No, well, you're very welcome.

Bye-bye.

Was that Gladys?

Well, I have no idea

who that was.

Some woman who watched

the "Coq au Vin" episode

put Grand Marnier in her stock.

Fourth call this week.

I suppose people really do

have televisions.

Should we unlist our number?

Well, how else

will they get in touch?

We've gotten dozens

of letters from viewers,

and we just got a stellar

write-up in "The Boston Globe,"

after three episodes.

I really think Philadelphia

needs "The French Chef."

Did I just hear you say

"The French Chef"?

I I said, uh, my friend Seth.

He's on the phone.

You don't know him.

Hang up.

Let me call you back.

Page 5.

Above the fold.

Where did you say?

"Something's Cooking

at WGBH."

Ahh.

This is bad.

While attempting to create

television

that transforms minds,

I'd forgotten that the world

doesn't value substance.

It values flash,

whizz, bang.

Whatever happened with Nabokov?

He's still across the pond.

Cummings?

He just died.

Kerouac?

On the road, again.

Good morning!

- Morning, Julia!

- Morning, Julia!

Petit fours for growing boys.

Hello, Marty.

Those little ones still

keeping you awake?

Oh, boy.

Look at that.

Oh, man, these look amazing.

- Did you try these?

- They look delicious.

Wow. This is good.

Oh, thank you, Benny.

How'd you like seeing your name

in the paper today?

Oh, I haven't seen the paper.

I've been busy all morning.

WoThere you go.

How wonderful for all of us.

Nice mention of you

in there, too, Russ.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

What is this, a tea party?

We have an episode to tech.

Julia? I'd like to go back

to that shot

of you whisking the egg whites.

Oh, yes, I said a little prayer

for that shot

just this morning.

Me too.

I think I've figured out

something

where we can actually

get inside the bowl.

Oh, well, that would be

heavenly.

Yeah.

Oh, boy.

That's new.

Used. My friend's

a nature photographer.

Are we still making

a cooking show?

Well, this should give us enough

room where you don't have to

worry about bumping into

my camera

while we're trying to

get the shot.

Gosh. Ingenious.

We'll see.

If it works, it's really gonna

come in handy for us.

Hit it, Julia.

I'm sorry. Julia, you think

maybe you could, uh,

try not to move so much?

Well, it's meant to

be vigorous, boys.

How else does one

achieve stiff peaks?

Good morning!

Good morning, Julia.

Oh, good morning, Hunter.

Russ, I need her a minute.

We're right in the middle

of something, Hunter.

Can you just We'll be brief.

Nice article

in the "Globe" today.

Oh, isn't it wonderful?

Yes.

Just one thing.

Next time, make sure

to highlight WGBH as a whole.

Try and remember the hand

that feeds you, hmm?

Oh, no, no, no.

Nobody spoke to me.

I didn't even know about

the article until a moment ago.

Sure, of course, but next time,

you'll have to remember

you're part of a team.

Implying our other shows

are boring

It's insulting, Julia.

Yes, of course, Hunter, but

there can't be a "next time"

if there wasn't a first time.

You didn't even think

to mention Albert at all?

To be fair, you did start out

on his show.

But how could I have Perhaps you should apologize.

But how could I have Perhaps you should apologize.

Hunter.

I didn't leave Albert

out of the article.

I didn't even know

about the article.

Yes, yes, of course.

An apology will go over well

and get him off my back.

Thank you, Julia.

You're a doll.

Julia?

Let's try this again.

I'm so excited to cook

a new Julia recipe.

I'll tell the mailroom to keep

an eye out for the manuscript.

Oh, good, good.

I mailed it this morning.

Well, you're my best guinea pig

with these things.

And don't hold back.

Oh, it will be a treat.

I'm up to my ears in Updike

at the moment.

Oh, yeah.

Busy, busy.

I know the feeling.

In fact, I could really use

your help with something.

What is it?

You wouldn't happen

to have an author

who'd be willing to guest

on "I've Been Reading"

with Albert Duhamel, would you?

Why? Are you working

with him now?

No, no, no.

No. It's just

the "Boston Globe" wrote

a lovely piece today

about my silly little program,

and only my silly

little program, so

You need a "distract

a jealous manchild"

"with a shiny object" favor.

Ha! Oh, Judith,

you are wicked.

But, by George,

I think you've got it.

I just thought it wouldn't hurt

to direct a bit of shine

their way.

I'll see what I can do to help.

Oh, I've got to dash.

It's Paul's pre-opening.

- I can't promise anything.

- I can't promise anything.

Dian!

I'm afraid my art

is less compelling

than the charcuterie board.

Paul.

That mood doesn't suit you.

Oh, I'm

I'm being neurotic for fun.

No.

It's good they're eating.

It's easier to shop

when you're full and happy.

And see how long

they're looking?

That man over there's been

at Julia's photo

for quite a while now.

I counted seven Mississippis.

You know, I'd only been on

a few months,

and Ernest Hemingway

somehow gets word of the show

and tells his wife, you know,

"Next time I'm in Boston,

I want to be a guest

on 'I've Been Reading.'"

Oh!

Incroyable.

Did you meet Papa?

No.

Unfortunately, as we were

starting to get into it,

he he took his own life.

Yes, timing is everything.

Good evening, everyone.

Uh, Julia, darling,

please join me.

Sweetheart.

Yes.

Um

well, I want to, uh, welcome

and thank each of you, uh,

for attending tonight.

I'm Paul Child,

and as you may know,

I am not an artist by trade.

I'm actually a diplomat.

Or a retired diplomat.

But I have been painting

and drawing all my life

and taking photographs

for many years now.

And few people in my life

understood that it

It wasn't just a hobby.

Perhaps me least of all.

And tonight, you're here,

with me,

to see and to celebrate.

And for that,

I am deeply grateful.

Thank you, Antoine,

for having my work

in your beautiful gallery.

Thank you, Julia, my muse,

not least of all

for the goodies.

And to so many others who are

Who are here tonight,

Avis, my sensei.

The radiant Sylvia Plath.

Honored.

Oh, and Thornton Wilder.

What a joy to have you

in our town.

It is truly my pleasure

to be with

each and every one of you

tonight.

Thank you.

To Paul. All: To Paul! To Paul.

All: To Paul!

To Paul!

And Paul

has sold his first painting.

- I have?

- I have?

Oh, wonderful.

Well

Oh, my gosh.

I could have danced

all night ♪

I could have danced

all night ♪

And still have begged

for more ♪

Harmony?

Both: I could have

spread my wings ♪

And done a thousand things ♪

I've never done before ♪

Tonight was fun.

Oh. It was.

It was.

I felt like a debutante

at her coming-out party.

And I rather loved it.

So many wonderful people.

It was who's who, really. Mm-hmm.

It was who's who, really. Mm-hmm.

And Albert stuffing his pockets

with food

like an out-of-work actor.

Well, so much for my apology.

And it's not just Albert.

Hunter gave me a talking-to. Oh?

Yes, I think they all need

a bit of a break from me.

Is that why you changed

your mind about the reunion?

It is. Ah. It is. Ah.

But it does mean

I'm missing your opening.

Oh, nonsense.

I think it's wonderful.

I'm so glad

you changed your mind.

I've wanted you to go

ever since they invited you.

Smith girls

love their pearls ♪

Oh.

And tuck in a rhyming

dictionary for the charlatan,

I mean, poet that you'll be

sitting beside on that panel.

Are we sure I'm not

the charlatan?

Oh, double nonsense.

You're a featured speaker.

Your fame is spreading

beyond Cambridge

and "The Boston Globe" all

the way to the Pioneer Valley.

No more the lowly undergraduate.

They're showing you

some well-deserved veneration.

Russ, we're ready.

Thank you.

Where's Julia? Speaking at her alma mater.

Where's Julia? Speaking at her alma mater.

What am I, chopped liver?

When is she coming back?

Tomorrow at noon.

Ugh.

I-I got Mrs. DeVoto

at the proper height.

She can stand in for her.

Fine. Let's see if

this contraption works.

Alright.

Go ahead, Avis. Hit it.

Start?

Start.

Okay.

Bring the bowl up higher.

No. Too high.

Split the difference.

Here?

A little lower.

Here.

Just relax. Here? Just relax.

Here?

A little to your left.

Or my left.

Can you feel the lens?

Feel the lens?

Look at the camera.

See that?

- Geez, it's close.

- Okay.

We want to see you whisking

the eggs in the bowl.

Can you tilt the bowl

towards the camera?

Oh, wait a minute.

What's the line?

Isn't there a line?

She says something.

She's always talking.

I mean Oh, my God,

I'm sweating.

Oh. Why aren't we getting this?

Her head's covering it.

I'm sorry.

Am I in the way?

Can you move around? Wait.

Can you move around? Wait.

It's just the lights that are

Jesus!

- Careful.

- Can we stop for a minute?

- Sure.

- Please. Thank you.

I don't know

how we get this, Russ.

Heads aren't see-through.

Alright.

Benny, grab me a hand mirror

from the work bench.

Oh, Russ, your hair

looks just fine.

I have an idea.

"Where birdsong swells"

through a fiery breast,

"dewy and warm

like a baby's breath."

Thank you.

Oh, my.

Moderator:

Thank you, Colleen.

And now, last but certainly

not least,

Julia Child, née McWilliams.

Julia's bestselling cookbook,

"Mastering the Art

of French Cooking,"

was published by Knopf in 1961.

And while she is here today

as an author,

I would be remiss if I failed

to mention her television show,

"The French Chef,"

airing on WGBH in Boston.

Welcome, Julia.

Well, thank you for having me.

I, um I can't very well

read you a recipe, can I?

I'm just tickled pink to be here

with you ladies.

Oh, aren't you the girl who

almost set the dorms on fire

every time she made toast?

Thank you, Hazel.

It takes some of us years

of practice

to perfect

a grilled cheese sandwich.

Does anyone have any questions

for Mrs. Child?

It was Willa Cather,

if you can believe it.

Willa? Really?

Mm-hmm.

When she left Houghton Mifflin

for our little upstart,

changed everything. You don't say.

Changed everything. You don't say.

Mm.

Brave women.

When you find one,

keep her close.

They're like unicorns.

That was Dorothy Parker's

secret.

Sure, she was funny,

for a gentile.

Well, I'd put her in the "Ish"

category.

What set her apart

She was brave.

Brave?

She was g*dd*mn fearless.

Sorry to interrupt.

Judith, Updike is here. Thank you, Dian.

Judith, Updike is here. Thank you, Dian.

Oh, well, I'll let you prepare

for the maestro.

I'm a little peckish myself.

Oh, why don't you take

Julia's new chapter

and cook something amazing

for you and Alfred?

I won't have time to look at it

until next week.

Oh.

Oh, and I can't get anyone

for "I've Been Reading."

Let's start calling people

we gave encouraging "no's" to.

Oh, it's nothing.

Yeah, just a little favor

for a pal.

Good afternoon.

Hello, Blanche.

Hello, John.

So good to see you.

Mm.

Sharp as ever.

I was just leaving.

Amazing woman.

Isn't she?

Not that I'm not

terrified of her.

Join the club.

Although, after reading

through these notes,

I'm a bit terrified of you, too.

Why, thank you, John.

Hello.

My name is Alice Naman,

and I am with WGBH in Boston.

Julia is so charming,

and housewives are telling us

she makes them feel

genuinely excited about cooking.

"The French Chef."

"The French"

Her fan base is bigger

than what you would think.

In fact, some people

are watching it

just for

the entertainment factor.

She's a gas.

The idea is you watch her cook.

With the Kennedys

in the White House,

French food has never been

so fashionable,

which makes D.C

Lincoln

Philadelphia

Chicago

Houston the perfect

market for Julia.

No.

No, she's not French.

And we can make a deal

that makes sense for yo

No. I-I understand.

Albert's looking for you.

He's not happy.

That makes two of us.

Won't it be confusing

to jump around like that?

That's the point, isn't it?

Now, it's been a while

since I've participated

in a drug-fueled orgy.

No, but seriously, I imagine

it can't be totally

coherent.

Let us feel that.

Sure, sure.

Then when Angela's back

in the picture,

we can really feel that dynamic

shift for Piet in the prose.

He's raging, passionate,

destructive,

until sex is

the only thing left, you know?

It's It's heavy.

Right.

You're like Michelangelo

with the block of granite.

You know what's not an elephant.

It's easy when

there is an elephant.

You think there's an elephant?

I think there's

a helluvan elephant.

I'll take another crack.

I just need a couple of days

to

let it all steep.

Sure.

Any chance you're up for

letting it steep in Boston?

What's in Boston?

Ahh.

Oh, no, girls!

It's happened again!

Well, I can't do

too much damage.

I'm watching my grandkids

tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, that's sweet.

Do you want to see pictures?

Not really.

I'm only kidding.

They're so cute, right?

Of course I do.

I mean, come on.

Oh, nice. Yes.

Aww.

Here you go.

- Aww.

- Ooh, those cheeks!

- Oh, Alma, they're adorable.

- Thank you.

Dolores: Looks like a sweet

little chipmunk!

They're terrors.

Well, it must be lovely

having the company

of little ones again.

To tell you the truth,

I'm far more interested

in what you've been up to.

Ohh. Me?

Poppycock.

Are you kidding?

You're a TV star!

Hear, hear.

You were wonderful today.

I wish I could see your show.

You'll have to find a way

to get it to air in New Jersey.

I don't even know how I got it

to air in Boston.

Good evening, ladies.

Julia.

Iris.

Iris Wallace.

Yes! Iris, of course!

Join us.

Sure.

Have a glass of wine. Thank you.

Have a glass of wine. Thank you.

Della volta infinita ♪

Al di la della vita ♪

Ci sei tu, ci sei tu,

Al di là ♪

Al di là,

ci sei tu per me ♪

- Brava!

- Encore! Encore!

- Molto bene!

- Beautiful, beautiful!

Encore!

Were we really ever that young?

Well, I know

I was never that short.

I can hardly

remember it anymore.

Well, then, at the same time,

it feels like it was yesterday.

Dolores:

Everything seemed possible.

Sounds stupid now,

but I was gonna go

to New York

and conquer Broadway.

I mean, we all knew

how exceptional we were.

And then we just grew up

and became our parents.

Except for Julia, that is.

Oh, no, not this again.

To Julia

for living the kind of life

we used to dream about.

- To Julia!

- Julia!

Hello?

Hey, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Yeah.

It was pretty good.

Ah, just got distracted on set.

Spanakopita?

I'll grab a dozen in case

the craving lasts.

Of course, honey.

I love you, too.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

I love how contemplative

it feels in here tonight.

That's one way to put it.

How would you put it?

I don't know.

The way things went yesterday,

I just thought

I don't know what I thought.

You're coming off a high.

It's going very well.

You sold three pieces

in two days.

My sensei bought the painting.

And the other two

were photos of Julia.

I feel like an old fool.

Oh.

No one thinks you're old.

This is what you wanted.

The work is great.

Just enjoy the ride.

You know

the only painting

Van Gogh ever sold

was to his brother

when he was 30.

See?

Van Gogh never gave up.

Well

he did, actually.

Iris: I don't remember

a walk through campus

winding me like this.

That hill back there

was treacherous.

Well, I must have gained

20 pounds

since I last walked the green.

Ah. Well, I could put you in my pocket. Ah.

Well, I could put you in my pocket.

- Please.

- Please.

Oh, Julia.

It's so good to see you.

When your cookbook came out,

it never occurred to me

that Julia Child

was Julia McWilliams.

Well, I would never have

guessed it, either.

Oh.

But then, one day,

I was in my kitchen,

and I heard your voice

in my living room.

It all came back to me.

My heart started pounding.

I was beside myself.

I ran into the living room.

And there you were,

on my television.

Enough about me.

Tell me about you.

You haven't changed your name.

Are you married?

Oh.

No, but

I have someone.

Oh, well, that's wonderful.

What does he do?

Mm

not he.

She. Carol.

Ahh.

And if it weren't for you,

I don't know

if I would have found her.

It changed me, being around you.

Iris, I'm sorry.

I'm so confused.

What are we talking about?

Spring Break

our senior year.

You must remember.

We went to the house in Maine

with Charlotte

and some of the other

basketball girls.

We were drinking by the lake,

and that group

of Yale boys met us?

Yes, yes.

That's right.

We hung back,

and the girls went off.

And we finished the Beefeater

and dared each other

to skinny-dip in the lake.

Oh, my God!

We it was freezing.

We kept kicking each other

under the water.

I-I just couldn't believe how

free and natural it all felt.

Oh, well, yes, I remember

the skinny-dipping

and the water being cold.

And running

into the house and

falling asleep on the couch

under that big blanket,

the uh,

with the tartan print.

Red and and green, I think.

Reminded me of Christmas.

Memory can be so fickle.

Shall we?

Hello? Paul! Hello?

Paul!

My Paul.

How are you?

How was the opening?

Eh you

You didn't miss much.

The pre-opening was

Was better.

You're just saying that to make

me feel better for missing it.

Someone bought a photo of you.

Said they plan to hang it

in their kitchen.

Oh, gosh.

I don't know if I want to be

hanging in someone else's house.

You're like the patron saint

of omelettes.

Oh, dear.

I really can't wait

to see you tomorrow.

Just you.

I miss you so much.

After 12 hours?

I know, it's silly.

Just not used to spending

the night away from you,

I guess.

I miss you too, kitten.

Good morning!

Hey, good morning!

You're early.

Yes, no traffic on Route 9

this morning.

How was your trip?

Oh, it was lovely.

Thank you for asking, Benny.

Julia, uh,

we're not quite ready for you,

but don't go far.

Ah.

I want to show her

the mirror shot.

The mirror shot.

Sounds so Hollywood.

I've never known you to be

the first to leave a good party.

Well, a

A trip down memory lane

is often better off a stroll

than a full-blown hike.

Julia, we'd like

to show you something.

Avis, hit it.

Come on.

Oh, my goodness.

You're kidding me.

Well, you old dog.

This looks like a riff

on something you picked up

in the honeymoon suite

at Niagara Falls.

Oh, well done, the two of you.

I hope I'm not

interrupting anything.

Uh, Julia, these letters

are for you.

Oh, my goodness.

You went from 27 to what, 200?

More keep flooding in

every week.

Avis: Really?

Oh, let's see.

"Dear Mrs. Child,

you don't know me,"

but you were with me

at my engagement party last week

"through your

Queen of Sheba cake."

Oh. "It was romantic and delicious. Oh.

"It was romantic and delicious.

I almost feel like you're part

of the family now.

Next time, I'll leave

a slice at your doorstep.

"Love, Arlene."

Well, isn't that charming?

Well, it is a delicious cake,

but perhaps I might start

locking my door at night.

Thank you, Jen.

I'll I'll pick them up from

the front on the way out.

I'm ready, Russ.

Great.

I am, too.

I'm sorry, dear.

I know you see potential here,

but I

I just don't know

how many chicken recipes

the American housewife needs,

or wants, or will pay for.

This is her first pass.

I'll just let her know we need

more new ideas for Part 2.

It's not just that.

I-It's only selling

in Boston, and

And who really

cares about Boston?

I know you love this woman.

But I just can't see how

a second volume

works for us at this time.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

At least now you'll have time

for your more serious titles.

I should get that.

Oh.

This is Judith.

Judith, it's John.

I'm here at WGBH,

and I must tell you

I'm not gonna be the butt

of some joke here, am I?

John!

Not at all!

I shouldn't have assumed

this place would reflect

you personally,

but it's much heavier

on the "public"

than the "television."

Look, it's a small audience,

but a smart one.

Literate.

Intellectual. Academic.

I have to be honest, Judith.

I'm having second thoughts.

Your notes were great,

but no notes are that great.

Excuse me.

I don't mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to say

how delightful it is to see you

at our little station.

A literary giant,

gracing our airwaves.

Professor Duhamel is

the Elvis of eggheads,

and you will surely

be the jewel in his crown.

All the Crimson kids are

going to worship you

even more than they already do.

"He runs."

Ah: runs.

"Runs."

It's genius.

You owe me one.

Are the pillows better now?

Ahh.

They do look better.

You should really consider

the benefits

of fluffing them weekly!

I'm on it.

I'm on it.

Do the ferns smell fake to you?

What does a fake fern

smell like?

Wrong answer.

Get Marcia to spritz them

with some of that hair spray

she uses that smells so good.

That stuff's flammable.

Well, I'm doused in it!

Oh, never mind the hair spray.

It's not that I haven't read

and taught "Rabbit, Run,"

but I deserve some runway

to prepare for this.

I had to act fast.

And this seemed like too good

an opportunity to pass up.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

No, no, no.

It's alright.

But just remember you doubted

someone of Updike's caliber

was within our grasp.

And I hope you've learned

your lesson.

Is this the right place?

Oh. Hello, John.

May I call you John?

It's my name.

Excellent.

You may call me Albert.

You may also call me Duke.

It isn't my name.

Oh, Julia!

Darling!

Hello, Albert!

Please meet

my distinguished guest.

Oh, uh, we've

Albert Duhamel:

Julia, this is John Updike.

And this is Julia Child,

towering scribe of

"Mastering the French Chef."

Hello, John.

Welcome to WGBH.

Charmed.

Ladies, I am very sorry.

I'm sure you'd love to stay

and chitchat,

but it's really not

a good time for us.

We're about to start,

and we need to focus.

Yes, of course.

We'll get out of the way.

John, it's been a pleasure.

"Mastering

the French Chef."

What a buffoon.

And how did he ever land

John Updike?

I have no idea.

The way he presented him to us,

not that he even registered

I was there.

He was like a sugared-up child

at show-and-tell.

I practically wanted to

spit in my hand

and wipe the chocolate

off his face.

I thought it was sweet.

Mm.

It was many things,

but sweet it was not.

Oh, I knew he'd be thrilled

with Updike.

You're kidding.

You sent him Updike?

Well, not as far as he knows.

What happened to "no idea"?

Mm!

You sly fox.

You want to know how I did it?

No. I want to know

why you did it.

When he's happy, Hunter's happy.

I get it.

I spent the last week

doing the same thing for Paul.

Boosting his ego

and massaging his pride

so that you could get

your work done in peace.

Men just need a little boost

sometimes.

I find it terribly moving.

Can't be easy having a woman

steal your shine.

Ah!

What shine did you ever steal?

That's your shine.

Oh, Avis, come now.

This tale goes back

to the Garden of Eden.

It makes life spicy.

I say, vive la difference.

And besides, if he wants

the spotlight so badly,

let him have it.

I don't know.

I just think about how many

more hours in the day we'd have

if we didn't have to spend

so much of it

apologizing to men

for your success.

I'm not apologizing.

Who said anything

about apologizing?

Don't be so

black-and-white, Avis.

It's unbecoming.

Albert Duhamel:

Hello, and welcome to

"I've Been Reading."

Class is now in session.

Well, I want to start

with a question about "Rabbit."

I've read this book

three times now

and find myself more struck

and challenged

and enthralled by it each time.

Tell me what a writer

In this case you,

John Updike

Feels when he flabbergasts

his readers time after time

with what he thought

had been clear in the epigraph,

which comes from Pascal's

"Pensées," I believe.

Yes, "The motions of Grace,

the hardness of heart;"

external circumstances."

Was there a question in there?

Oh, my God.

Wh-Why do men jog?

I mean, should we start there?

Why do men jog?

Huh.

It's simple,

but I guess I'd never really

thought of it that way before.

You know, come to think of it,

I started jogging the first time

I struck out with a girl,

and I still don't really

know where I'm headed.

I-I see a connection.

I-I-I do.

Well, between your novel

and Cheever's "The Swimmer,"

I think one conclusion

is that men

are aerobically compelled

to get away from their wives.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Alice.

Phone call for you.

This is a live set.

I'll call them back.

But it's long distance

from San Francisco.

Excuse me.

Whoa.

- Oh! My.

- Oh!

- Whoa! Heads up!

- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Hey, watch it!

Where's the fire?

- Sorry.

- Oh, geez!

Oh, Alice, Julia forgot her

I Oh! I Oh!

This is Alice Naman

from "The French Chef."

You're kidding.

I mean, that's wonderful!

You did what?

Wait.

So we make the episodes,

and they pay us for them?

And which one of you fellas

came up with that idea?

You sold "The French Chef"

to KQED

without mentioning it to me

Or to anyone!

You really shouldn't have

done that, Alice.

Really.

That was wrong of you.

And And what's more,

how did you do it?

How?!

Who did you say you were?

Do Do Do they know?

Do they even know

who's running this place?

There's a hierarchy here.

An associate producer

should never,

and I mean never,

go behind everyone's back

like this.

I just can't get my head

around it.

And I'm angry!

Truly, I am.

But also

I mean, you're gonna have to

walk me through this,

man to man.

Selling "The French Chef"

to other stations

The possibilities.

This could be

a game-changer for us.

Alice.

Mm-hmm?

Do you think

this could happen again?

WGBH in San Francisco!

Ooh! Whoo!

Oh, we ain't got

a barrel of money ♪

Maybe we're ragged

and funny ♪

But we'll travel along,

singing a song ♪

Side by side ♪

Someone called the house

this morning

saying they loved

my photographs.

- That's nice.

- Mm.

Do they want to buy one?

No. They want me to sh**t

their son's bar mitzvah.

Oh.

Mm.

I learned something

this weekend.

Something valuable.

What's that?

I'm a hobbyist.

Oh, Paul.

A skilled craftsman.

And I'll keep doing this

so long as I enjoy it, but

I'm not the true artist

in this family.

And for the record,

I couldn't be more invested

in your rising star.

I'm scared, Paul.

It really isn't just

the jealousy

Albert and the like.

It's

The adoration can be hard, too.

Listen to me.

"Adoration."

Mm.

I think it's apt.

It's the strangest thing,

people thinking

I belong to them somehow.

They bake my cake and send me

a note about it.

And it's lovely until

I really think about it,

and then it's less lovely.

They hear my voice on TV,

and we end up spending

an entire evening

talking about

what I mean to them.

You're teaching Americans

how to taste life,

and they're listening.

That's g*dd*mn huge.

Well, it may be too huge.

For me, at least.

And I love doing my little show,

but the rest is

Ohh, it's not your little show

anymore, kitten.

Now it's Boston's little show.

And that's what we wanted,

wasn't it?

It's so beautiful, Paul.

♪ I say let us put man and a woman together ♪

♪ To find out which one is smarter ♪

♪ Some say men, but I say no ♪

♪ The women got the men beat, they should know ♪

♪ And not me, but the people ♪

♪ They say that the men are leading the women astray ♪

♪ But I say that the women of today ♪

♪ Smarter than the man in every way ♪

♪ That's right, the woman is, uh, smarter ♪

♪ That's right, the woman is, uh, smarter ♪

♪ That's right, the woman is, uh, smarter ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ Ah, ever since the world began ♪

♪ Woman was always teaching man ♪

♪ You listen to my bid attentively ♪

♪ I goin' tell you how she smarter than me ♪

♪ And not me, but the people ♪

♪ They say that the men are leading the women astray ♪

♪ But I say that the women of today ♪

♪ Smarter than the man ♪

♪ In every way ♪

♪ Oh, yes, smarter ♪