this is my mother. - nice to meet you, carol. - mrs. wendelson. miss-- - no, call me carol.hy would you treat me with any more respect than you'd treat a dog? - mm-hmm. okay. - okay. - m'kay, look, i get that you're mad. - how did i not know? oh, this job. i'm so distracted. god, what else have i missed? - ♪ happy birthday, dear dave ♪ happy birthday to me - fine. you want to know the reason why i didn't tell you about trip? because i didn't want you to ruin it. - ruin it? - yeah, mom. all i've ever wanted is for you to like one of my boyfriends, i broke up with jeff, ethan, carl. - jeff was a mouth breather, and ethan, he wouldn't even engage on the whole judaism thing, and "carl" is too close to "carol." that'd be weird! - see? it doesn't matter if i like a guy, you find a problem, and then that's all i can see. - well, then fine, i won't tell you that trip-- - butt out. i don't want you in my head. - [gasps] [folk music] ♪ - i think we're almost ready for real glass. ♪ - i don't know who first said, "war is hell," but according to a very surly trade