Go ahead, Maury, make your toast. Right, my toast. Yes, a toast to our not-quite-ready son, Mitch, and our too-focused-on-her-career-or-else-she'd-be-our-daughter, Karen. Hear, hear! Hey there, single gal, you're still single now. Tonight you'll still be sleeping all alone. But we don't pity you. No, no, not pretty you. Cause your life belongs to no man, it's your own. You've got your friends so dear. Not to mention your career. You don't need no guy to come knocking at your door. But we won't make a fuss. Cause you inspire us. Like Marlo, Thomas, and Mary Tyler Moore. Hey there, you're okay. Woman of today. You've got much more than mother ever had. You are so lucky. So go home, get some sleep. But pray you do not weep. Just curl up with some Haagen-Dazs and be glad. Single gal. Hey there, single guy, no need to clarify. Why a man of your age can't commit. It's fine with us, my son. Just drink, dance, have some fun. We're your parents, we support you. You little ***. Have you just lost your way? Repressed, confused, or gay? For once in your life, give maturity a whirl. So much awaiting you. So get on with mating you. What's wrong with her? She seems like such a nice girl. But we don't need to pry. Relax, you happy guy. Adulthood's not as crucial as it seems. For grandkids, we can wait. No need to procreate. Who cares if you've destroyed your parents' dreams? Big career girl. Wayward son. Future spinster. Disappointment. Here's to you.