Oscar+Charlotte 4: Charlotte's son Evan and Oscar continue to fight over Charlotte's attention.
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All right, we're here. The party can start.
Charlotte, that dress is lovely. Would you mind going home and changing it?
You see, you and Emily are wearing the exact same color dress, which is just the sort of thing that could take an already anxious birthday girl and send her over the edge.
He's joking, right?
Felix, you can't ask Charlotte to go upstairs, take off her dress, and...
While he's picturing me naked, I'll go up and change.
Think about baseball.
For the second time tonight, wow.
Oh, thanks. It's a little tight. I might need some help taking it off later.
Oscar, are you okay?
Evan. Look, it's Evan.
What are you doing here? Where's Olga?
I snuck out. I can't sleep.
Yes. What's wrong? Why is there a child at my grown-up dinner party that needs to go off without a hitch?
It's the dragon that Oscar gave me. It's too scary. It gave me bad dreams.
Oh, I'm sorry. Come here. You know, I think we might have to get rid of that little monster.
I couldn't agree more.
And here you go, your own kiddie cocktail. I call it the Napoleon because he was a cute little invader, just like you.
Maybe we should go.
No, no! Evan's welcome here. Hey, buddy, come here. You want to go play video games in my studio?
Okay, but only if Mommy comes and checks on me every five minutes.
Seven and a half.
Oh, you're the worst.
It's a birthday gift for Emily.
On her birthday? Are you mad?! Now put that away, and we'll never speak of this again.
Oscar, we need to talk.
Maybe I shouldn't say this, but that little guy is driving me crazy.
You, too? I didn't think you saw any of it.
How could I not? It's like he's trying to ruin our night.
Oh, I'm so glad you see it. Most moms wouldn't admit that their kid was being a pain in the ass.
We're talking about Evan, right?
I'm talking about Felix.
Well, of course Felix is a pain in the ass. That's not news.
So what's your problem with Evan?
Okay. He lied about being sick the other night. He's lying about not being able to sleep tonight. He's totally sabotaging us.
Unbelievable, Oscar. You're attacking a nine-year-old?
A nine-year-old who called me a dork. Three times!
I'm here to apologize. And to see if Olga's free tomorrow night.
I'm the one who needs to apologize. I talked to Evan. And he was trying to break us up.
So I was right! And wrong to say that.
This is just really hard for him. I mean, it's so soon after the divorce, and I guess tonight I realized he just isn't ready to see me moving on.
Yeah, but you have to move on eventually, though, right?
I will. It's just not "eventually" yet.
I get it.
If it was for any other reason
It's just been so great, but maybe we need to push pause for now.
I'm gonna miss our snappy banter.
I'm gonna miss a lot of things.
Just do me one favor. Let me know when "eventually" finally comes.
You will be the first one I call.