Tavis Smiley: Good evening from Los Angeles. I'm Tavis Smiley. Mother's Day is this weekend, and tonight, here to help us celebrate the day we honor mothers everywhere is one of Hollywood's most famous mother-daughter duos, the legendary singer and actress Debbie Reynolds and her talented daughter, writer and actress Carrie Fisher. Their sometimes tumultuous relationship was of course immortalized in the screen version of Carrie Fisher's best-selling book “Postcards From the Edge.” The movie of course starred Oscar-winners Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine. A Mother’s Day show to remember for sure with Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher. We're glad you joined us. That's all coming up right now.

 Tavis: I am delighted--did I say delighted?--to kick off this Mother’s Day weekend with a return visit from one of our favorite guests, the brilliant writer and “Star Wars” legend Carrie Fisher, a successful mother in her own right. Her most recent book “The Best Awful” has received rave reviews. It's the long-awaited follow-up to her best-seller “Postcards From the Edge,” but you know that. You also know it probably wouldn't be a good Mother’s Day celebration without mom on hand, so Carrie did me a favor and brought along her mother, the legendary—

Carrie Fisher: In my purse!

Tavis: In her purse. Yeah, right. The legendary actress Debbie Reynolds. For those of you watching tonight in Indianapolis or Muncie or Bloomington, Chicago, anywhere in that Midwest region, my hometown. You know, I'm from Indianapolis. I'm from the Indiana--

Carrie: Get out of town!

Debbie Reynolds: We're going there.

Tavis: You're going there. I'm gonna tell people that you're coming there. Debbie and Carrie are performing together next month on June 2--write that down, June 2--in Indianapolis. Here are mother and daughter together from an appearance last year in Chicago. Check this out.

Carrie: Uh-oh.

Debbie: I talk a lot, and that's why it's unusual for us to be invited to speak together.

Carrie: There's gonna be no oxygen in the room. I had to go.

Debbie: That's a plug. That's--Ha ha ha ha! I'm just kidding! She gets upset. Plug. She does Oxygen, you know, it's a cable television show, and she's really good in it. Really good.

Tavis: I'm just checking out this clip, thinking, Carrie, this is not--Half an hour isn't going to be enough. I need, like, a miniseries for the two of you. I need, like, 3 nights.

Carrie: Why don't you do a 24-hour thing? People call in and bid on telling us to shut up.

Debbie: No, no. We could stay over.

Tavis: Yeah, we got a big stage. There's a lot of oxygen in this room, so--

Debbie: And I brought Carrie's book.

Tavis: Did you? Oh, look at this.

Debbie: I brought Carrie's book, because I don't want to plug it too much, you know? I--I'm not in this one.

Carrie: Yes, you are!

Debbie: Oh...

Carrie: Yes, you are.

Debbie: It's just a terrific book.

Tavis: How cool is that to have your mom, who is a legend in her own right, toting around your book, telling everybody about it?

Carrie: Well, it's—-“Cool” is the wrong word for it. Cool?

Debbie: Embarrassing.

Carrie: There's another word. It's a combination of cool and embarrassing. Embaracool.

Tavis: Embaracool. Yeah.

Debbie: Well, I'm very proud of Carrie, 'cause she's a great writer, and this is a wonderful new novel, and she has 3 others, of course.

Tavis: Yeah. Ha ha ha!

Carrie: And I'm very proud of my mother, 'cause she's a wonderful tap-dancer, and she's been married so many times, and she's still alive to talk about it.

Debbie: Tammy, Tammy.

Carrie: But she doesn't have any money. But at least she doesn't have any more husbands. You paid them to go away.

Debbie: Yes, I did. Well, they left on purpose.

Tavis: Now, I'm cracking up 'cause I'm trying to imagine...that the--

Debbie: Giving birth?

Tavis: Ha ha ha ha!

Carrie: No, getting pregnant.

Tavis: I wasn't gonna say giving birth, but the fact that the 2 of you live on the same--I'm told, I've not been there--but you live, like, on the same property.

Carrie: Please come by.

Debbie: You can stay at my house, or you can stay at her house.

Carrie: You don't have enough room. You can stay, if she sleeps in your closet.

Debbie: She has a guest room.

Carrie: I do. I have a guest room.

Tavis: But you live on the same property.

Carrie: Yes, we do.

Tavis: How is that?

Debbie: Wonderful.

Carrie: It's lovely, because there's a hill between us, and we both have--I have bursitis, you have arthritis, so we don't see each other all the time.

Debbie: I can't make it up the hill.

Carrie: Well, she can if there's a lure. I forget what that would be, though. I cook now! Tell about my cooking.

Debbie: She's the only cook in our family. My mother was the worst cook. I didn't know that until I left home and ate someplace else, and then I realized her black-eyed peas were pretty horrible. I thought it was an eye at first. Um, mother was a terrible cook, and I'm just the worst cook in the--

Carrie: She can't even heat up food. It warms around the sides--

Tavis: Not even in a microwave?

Carrie: No, no. And it stays lukewarm in the middle. Her creamed corn is a poem of weirdness.

Debbie: The trouble--See, they told me to make hard-boiled potatoes for Halloween. You know, you dip them in--

Carrie: Hard-boiled potatoes?

Debbie: Hard-boiled potato--no, tomat--eggs, eggs.

Carrie: I want that. Mmm!

Debbie: Eggs!

Carrie: You really want to get over for her stuff. Wow!

Debbie: Anyway, it blew up. You see, if I can't talk about it, I don't want to cook it.

Tavis: I'm trying to imagine, again, living on the same property, the hill. I understand the hill. John, can you put up this magazine cover, modern screen? This is a great photo here. You remember this?

Carrie: Vividly, as though it were yesterday!

Tavis: Ha ha ha! Well, for you, it was. It was just--

Debbie: She's 2 years old, yes.

Carrie: There's a lot of dead brain cells here. I don't think either one of us remembers who you are.

Tavis: You came out at an early age. Did you--

Carrie: When I was probably one day old, I came out of you.

Debbie: Well, she was only 7 pounds, 3 ounces. She came out OK. My son was 9 pounds. That was...ohh!

Tavis: Yeah, that was a big one.

Carrie: Go into details and show all the people why I can't eat dinner with you.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Debbie: We won't talk about it.

Tavis: Why--Did you ever have any reservations, Debbie, about--I can't even say Debbie. Ms. Reynolds.

Debbie: No, Debbie.

Carrie: Go for the Debbie...or Mary Francis.

Tavis: Debbie.

Debbie: He doesn't know who that is and thinks--

Carrie: That was her real birth name.

Tavis: Mary Francis?

Carrie: I'm Carrie Francis, she's Mary Francis, and my daughter's named Larry Francis.

Tavis: But you called her Billie.

Carrie: Oh, that's right. I named her Billie. I was supposed to do Larry Francis.

Tavis: OK, ha ha ha! Did you have any reservations at all about putting your child so far out front in the media at such a young age?

Carrie: With a balloon.

Tavis: It's a cute balloon, though. It's a cute dress. It's a cute everything.

Debbie: Well, no, those movie magazines in those days weren't scandal magazines--

Tavis: Like they are today.

Debbie: They weren't like--it wasn't—-“Confidential” started that, and now we have only scandal magazines. But in the original movie magazines, they were just family. It was a good thing.

Carrie: I'm in great shape.

Tavis: I can tell. And how's Billie?

Carrie: Fantastic. We're all just wonderful. Thank you.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: We're children of the corn.

Debbie: All the girls have survived. They're very strong girls.

Tavis: Speaking of surviving, I was fascinated. I was trying to figure out...in my research here, some of the parallels in your own lives. One of the parallels is that both of you essentially were single mothers.

Debbie: Were single mothers?

Tavis: Single moms.

Debbie: Meaning not married?

Tavis: You pretty much did it on your own, did you not?

Debbie: No. I had a--

Carrie: Eddie was so helpful. You can't imagine. He was Mr. diaper changer.

Tavis: I hear the jokes.

Carrie: He breast-fed the 2 of us. Incredible.

Debbie: Meaning, were we single when we had our children?

Tavis: No, I mean you pretty much did all the hard work by yourself.

Carrie: Here are the similarities. We have to go to this.

Debbie: We have a boy and a girl.

Carrie: That's not true. We--Who's the boy of mine? We're gonna do this later. We both did a film at 19 with 2 men...

Tavis: Right.

Carrie: And we both did our first film at 17.

Debbie: Yeah.

Carrie: OK, that's the similarity.

Debbie: She did “Shampoo”--

Carrie: And then--oh! And I married a short Jewish singer, and she married a short Jewish singer.

Debbie: Mm-hmm. But hers is working, and mine is not.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: That's right. Mine is talented.

Tavis: And she tap-dances, and you don't.

Carrie: I do, at home, in the closet.

Tavis: OK.

Debbie: Carrie's a good tap-dancer.

Tavis: Is she really?

Carrie: I can tap-dance.

Tavis: 50, by my count--I think I got this right--54 years since “Singin' in the Rain.”

Debbie: 50. Well--

Tavis: Yeah, 2002, I think, was the 50th anniversary, yeah.

Carrie: She was 19 when she made it.

Tavis: It's been 50-plus years. I saw it the other day. It's still just as good now.

Carrie: It is good.

Tavis: Do you ever see it?

Debbie: Oh, yes. They have these celebrations all the time, you know. If you live long enough, they celebrate you.

Tavis: Ha ha ha! Is that what I gotta do? Just keep living?

Debbie: Well, every 40 years, 30 years, they celebrate it, and then 40, 50 now. It's 55 years since I've been in the business. “Singin' in the Rain” was made in 1952. So here we are.

Carrie: Oh, my God.

Tavis: When Carrie--Hold that book back up again.

Debbie: Yes, sir.

Tavis: There you go. I just want to put that book out there again. When Carrie writes a book, as she joked earlier--you joked earlier that you weren't in this one, “The Best Awful”. Carrie said you were. I don't know if you are or if you aren't. You certainly were in the “Postcards.” What did that do to the relationship?

Carrie: She wasn't in the book.

Tavis: She wasn't in the book, but come on, Carrie, you know...

Carrie: She was in the movie.

Tavis: In the movie, OK.

Debbie: Well, they had to make it a hit, so they had to write something up.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: Our relationship, I guess, is more interesting than most of the relationships we have with other people.

Debbie: Ha ha ha! Whatever that means.

Tavis: What does that mean? I was about to ask that. What does that mean, Carrie?

Carrie: Well...it is...

Debbie: Well, we have a wonderful--

Carrie: Weird.

Debbie: She is a very talented young lady, and I'm very blessed to have had Carrie and Todd. I have--He's a little bit younger. She doesn't like to talk about age, so I don't talk about it.

Carrie: I--When have I not talked about it? It's not like my birth moment was not documented.

Debbie: Yes, that's right, and I got so many presents. It was wonderful.

Tavis: Ha ha ha.

Debbie: You got so many presents, but I opened them all, because you weren't there. Mm-hmm.

Carrie: You probably did get good presents.

Debbie: I did.

Carrie: He was treating you very badly by then.

Debbie: Well, we don't talk about this, but why do you want to talk about Eddie?

Carrie: I want to talk about it. I want to bring it out in the public now.

Debbie: Oh, my goodness.

Carrie: It's been bugging me, that's why.

Debbie: Oh, sure, sure, sure.

Carrie: It's just been bugging me.

Tavis: What was it like, Carrie, growing up in the shadow of these two?

Carrie: It was hell! It was a nightmare!

Tavis: As a matter of fact--

Debbie: She likes to kid about this. Eddie wasn't even around. You know, he left early, 'cause he went down the Nile, so he wasn't there for them.

Carrie: Oh, my God!

Debbie: He wasn't there.

Carrie: You're bringing it up again!

Tavis: Maybe it really was bad for Carrie, because the last time, in fact, Carrie was on this show...I was a little concerned, Ms. Reynolds. I want you to see this. I asked them to cue this up. I was a little concerned because the last time she was on the show, she was reading some material that kind of disturbed me. I want you to see what--

Debbie: Oh, writing her book?

Tavis: No, reading a book. She was reading a book that I wanted you to--Jonathan, roll this clip.

Carrie: I don't want to look.

Tavis: This is what you're reading.

Carrie: I'm reading “Suicide in the Entertainment Industry.”

Tavis: “Suicide in the Entertainment Industry.” This must be a lot of fun.

Carrie: It is a joyous romp through our business. And, you know, I looked myself up, and every time I go in there and I'm not in there, and it's a good day.

Debbie: Well, that is good. I'm glad she's not in that book.

Carrie: I thought it was--My mother didn't want me to tell the story of--We went to visit my father accidentally, and, um...or my alleged father, I call him, and he had bought these little ear, you know, hearing aids, those $5,000 ones. You can hardly see them. They go in.

Tavis: They're good, though.

Carrie: The night before--They're wonderful, apparently. The night before, he had put them in his pillbox so that he would remember where they were.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: Uh-huh.

Tavis: Put his hearing aid in the pillbox.

Carrie: So he'd remember where they were in the morning, and...

Tavis: And he remembered and--

Carrie: That's right. He ate them. And so when we saw him that night, my daughter and myself were yelling in his stomach and his ass when he could not hear us.

Debbie: But you weren't sure it was in his ass.

Carrie: We had to, you know, just take a chance. It could have been anywhere by then. It could have been anywhere.

Debbie: He couldn't hear, so she would yell, "So, dad, how are you?!"

Carrie: She had to--We're always on the way to a dignity rally together, especially anything to do with Eddie. Dignity.

Debbie: But he's fine now. He married a very rich woman and--

Carrie: No, she passed away.

Debbie: Oh, I don't--But he got the money, so--

Carrie: Not really. The will is being contested.

Debbie: Oh, well, he'll get the money. He's lucky that way.

Carrie: I don't know about that. Anyway--

Tavis: And yet you seem so well-adjusted.

Debbie: Oh, ha ha ha ha!

Tavis: After all this, Carrie.

Carrie: Actually, I am. Please don't tell her this.

Debbie: No, she is.

Carrie: It'll go to her wig.

Debbie: No, you're very--There's no one more intelligent than you are. There's no one more brilliant than you. You're a fabulous writer.

Carrie: I'm very sane about how crazy I am.

Debbie: No, you are perfectly together, because you know any of the problems that you have, you address, you go to very talented people that have through the years told you your problem.

Carrie: Piano teachers.

Tavis: When she wasn't so well-adjusted, when she was going through those difficult moments, as a mother, how did you deal with that?

Debbie: Oh, I ran right to the psychiatrist. Everything was fine. I have been in mental health and emotionally disturbed and all this sort of--Thalian, it's a charity that I--I just didn't know that our family would grow into being in every room.

Carrie: She has an award from the mental health people, and the award looks like this. It's a man like this.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: Looking like he's having a problem, you know, digesting his food.

Debbie: I think it's a marvelous charity, and I've been working on this, for this cause for many, many years. Little did I know that Carrie would develop a problem of this kind, and now, of course, we've had to learn how to deal with it.

Carrie: Tell them which kind, because it sounds like I have corns on my feet.

Debbie: No, no. You don't.

Carrie: No, I think she means...I'm bipolar. I don't even want to--No, most everything is sort of pleasant now, isn't it, mom?

Debbie: Yes, it is. It is, and I live right down--There's a driveway, and Carrie's--

Carrie: We share a driveway, and I cook for her. How was the banana bread last night?

Debbie: Fabulous. I had it for breakfast also. She cooks.

Tavis: You made banana bread?

Carrie: Yes.

Debbie: She's the only one in our family that cooks.

Carrie: Souffles and risotto, and here's what she said. Didn't I tell you this before, though? "Carrie's in the kitchen...cooking." She says, "Cooking," like, "Shaving her head." So...

Debbie: Well, it's just she's the first one in our family that cooks.

Carrie: She doesn't understand it.

Debbie: No. Cooking is very--She says it's very cleansing, because she doesn't have to know what she's doing. She reads a cookbook, and she just follows what is says. She doesn't argue with the book. Ah, but it does turn out. By the way, I can't cook, 'cause twice I tried it, and I burnt down both houses. I burnt down the houses, so my children don't want me to cook, because it's so expensive.

Tavis: Do the two of you ever get serious? And I ask that because I've tried in this conversation to ask like one or two serious questions, and they say laughter is the best humor, so is it always like this?

Carrie: One of the other of us will talk seriously for a while, and the other one will stare, and then--

Tavis: It changes.

Debbie: Well, we're always trying to figure out if we're going to get into trouble. You know, if I merely say the wrong thing, because she's analyzing me.

Carrie: She writes me notes.

Debbie: Yes, I do write her notes. Yes.

Carrie: Hallmark cards from outer space.

Debbie: No, my father liked to give those.

Carrie: Leaves me notes about what I shouldn't do.

Debbie: I've left them in the car.

Carrie: She dreams in advice. I've now decided those are sexual in nature.

Debbie: Really?

Carrie: No, you dream--She says, "I dreamt that you changed business managers." Sexual, right?

Tavis: Why is that sexual?

Carrie: You don't dream in advice! "I dreamt that you didn't change your pool, but you changed your kitchen."

Debbie: You shouldn't yell at him, anyway, you know. He's the host. You were just yelling at him. I mean, that's not very nice, you know. He's just a charming man.

Tavis: That's advice.

Carrie: Yeah, she dreamt that I wasn't yelling at you.

Debbie: She's making this all up. I don't--

Carrie: She dreams in advice!

Debbie: The reason I bought--was to look after Carrie, that's all. So I bought right in the way, you see. So if they drive out, I lie down in the driveway, and they have to run over me. They have to say hello.

Carrie: And then when we say hello, she tells you that she had a dream, so it's more profound. She just doesn't tell you what she thinks you should do. She had a dream from the sky.

Debbie: It's a thought.

Carrie: So that it's not just some lame thing that she thinks you should do--

Tavis: But it's sexual.

Debbie: No, it's not sexual. She thinks it's sexual. I say it's from another voice.

Carrie: I'm kidding, but I certainly, yes, it's very, you know--

Debbie: Your mother has been so sexual her whole life. Aba-daba-daba-daba, daba-daba-daba, Tammy, Tammy. Forget it.

Carrie: Isn't that hot?

Debbie: Oh, that's so hot.

Tavis: I love it.

Debbie: 'Cause you can buy the book at any bookstore. It's “The Best Awful”.

Tavis: How do you--This is a weird question, but I'm just fascinated. How do you know your mother loves you?

Carrie: My mother does everything that she says she's gonna do. I can always call my mother, and she will take care of me. She's very sweet to me. She will bring me soup--that other people make, but still...

Tavis: 'Cause she can't cook. Tried it twice.

Carrie: I can always rely on my mother.

Debbie: Don't give her my soup. It'll make her sick.

Carrie: I love my mother. If I didn't have an eccentric mother, who would the person be? Then it would be a disaster.

Debbie: Well, who would you be? I mean, you know--

Carrie: No, it would be--This is perfect.

Tavis: Now, how do you know that Carrie loves you?

Debbie: Well, I think that that is just a feeling. It's a feeling, a deep feeling. I've always--Mothers adore and worship--I suppose fathers do, too, but the men that I married were such idiots that I really--I just don't know. Uh, I don't connect very well. I had very bad marriages.

Tavis: How did you make those choices, by the way?

Debbie: Oh, I'm just good at it.

Tavis: Ha ha ha!

Carrie: She probably dreamt.

Tavis: She dreamt--Yeah.

Debbie: I was just very good at it. I've had very poor luck, you know, with that, uh, romance department. And as much as I love men, it's not about that. I would love to find a man that really would love me and my children. My children are the most important things in my life. My daughter and my son. That's it. And my granddaughter now is a killer. She's fabulous. Billie's fabulous. She's smart. She's--

Tavis: You encouraged Carrie to go in the business. Would you encourage Billie to do the same?

Debbie: I don't think you could stop her.

Carrie: Oh. She says she doesn't want to go into it, but I think she's, like, moved it underground. She's a U-boat on the--

Debbie: She'll be that or a lawyer.

Tavis: They're telling me--I don't know how this is possible--but they're telling me I have a phone call that I have to take, so--

Carrie: It's Eddie!

Debbie: Oh, he's probably calling in.

Tavis: Is Eddie calling in?

Joyce Smiley: No, Tavis. It's your mother calling you.

Tavis: Oh, my God. It's my mother.

Joyce: I just want you to know that Sunday is Mother’s Day, and you still have time to go out and purchase me that lovely Mother’s Day gift.

Debbie: Ha ha ha!

Joyce: And I want to say hello to your guests, Ms. Debbie Reynolds and her daughter Carrie.

Debbie: Hello.

Carrie: Hi!

Tavis: They can hear you. They're saying hello back. I was just--It's funny you should call, mother. First of all, happy Mother’s Day to you, and your gift is on the way. I was just saying to Ms. Reynolds before the show started. She's sitting here in this lovely, lovely green St. John knit.

Debbie: Now we get them free.

Joyce: Oh, right.

Tavis: So I was saying to her that, as a kid, all I wanted to do was to do well so that one day I could afford to buy my mother a St. John's suit. I was blessed to do it. I bought her the first St. John's suit, and what a mistake I made, because now she won't wear anything but St. John.

Debbie: I thought you were gonna say bought her a house.

Tavis: She just--She just wanted a St. John. That's what started it, at least. Shh. Don't say that about the house thing, though. Anyway--

Debbie: He's very cute.

Carrie: Was he a good boy?

Joyce: Yes, he was a good boy to some extent. You know how that is. I've listened to you talk about your children.

Debbie: See? To some extent.

Carrie: What was the extent? Where was the drop-off?

Joyce: Where was the drop-off?

Carrie: Yeah.

Joyce: Probably when he got up in the morning.

Debbie: He wouldn't get up?

Tavis: When I got up.

Carrie: Well, what'd he do?

Tavis: In other words, I guess I was good while I slept, and when I woke up--

Carrie: Would you not do your errands or any--You would not do your chores?

Tavis: Well, I did chores. I did all my chores, didn't I?

Joyce: Yes, he was pretty good at doing chores. Basically, they knew that they had things to do, and they would do that. But you know how children are. They'll do so much, and then they want to stop, and you have to stay on them and keep at them till you get them to do it.

Debbie: Did you whip him? Did you give him a smack?

Joyce: Oh, he got whippings sometimes.

Debbie: Take the broom and knock his head off, right?

Joyce: No, no, no. I loved him too much.

Tavis: Did your mother whip you, Carrie? I got beat all the time, incessantly.

Carrie: No, she just now, lately, she started. But, um, I have a question. Now, why isn't he married? Aren't you upset about not having any grandkids from him?

Joyce: Yes, I am. He knows that. He's the only one of my children that are not married, and I've told him more than once that I would love for him to marry and settle down, because he's the only one that I don't have grandchildren by.

Carrie: Ooh.

Debbie: Oh, yes, but he has to spend so much money getting married. You know, it's better to--Someone will buy you presents. The rest of them have to raise their children. He can--I mean, I love them, my children. I think Carrie and Todd are perfect. They're always giving me presents 'cause I have such lousy luck.

Tavis: Mom, how many grandkids you have now, like 22, 23?

Joyce: I think it's 21.

Tavis: Isn't that enough?

Joyce: No, not really. I need at least one more.

Debbie: Ah.

Joyce: But I'd prefer to have 2 more, because I don't want you to just have one, because I think it, whether it be girl or boy, would be too spoiled.

Debbie: That's what I said.

Tavis: But I have to be married first, huh?

Joyce: Yes, definitely be married, and don't do a prenuptial agreement.

Carrie: Oh, no, wait a minute!

Debbie: No, he has to. He has to get a prenuptial.

Joyce: No, no. No. Marriage is between husband and wife. They're one. What's his is hers.

Tavis: But, mother, if I don't do a prenup, next Mother’s Day, if something were to go wrong, you couldn't get that St. John, maybe.

Joyce: Ha ha ha!

Debbie: No, you're wrong, mother. You're wrong there.

Carrie: No, no, no. The prenup thing. You gotta look lately at what's happening with Kobe.

Joyce: No. No, no. His name is Tavis. I know that name is funny, strange, but at the same time, his name is Tavis, and I think he knows that he should not do a prenuptial, and even if the money goes to the grandchildren, he's bought me a enough St. Johns that can last me probably for the rest of my life. But I'm glad you mentioned the house, because that's the next thing on the list.

Tavis: All right, mother, the line is breaking up.

Joyce: No, it's not breaking up.

Tavis: The line is breaking up. I can't hear you. So anyway, you have a great weekend and a wonderful Mother’s Day. I can't hear you.

Debbie: Happy Mother’s Day!

Carrie: Happy Mother’s Day!

Tavis: The line's breaking up, so, uh—

Joyce: And thank you so much, and I hope you have a blessed Mother’s Day, Ms. Reynolds and your daughter, and, Tavis, I'll be looking to hear from you.

Tavis: Yes, mother. Your gift's on the way.

Joyce: And I love you.

Tavis: I love you, too, sweetie.

Joyce: All right.

Tavis: Bye-bye.

Joyce: Bye-bye.

Carrie: Bye! We're warning you--prenup.

Tavis: I love you, too, but they still signed a prenup, I can guarantee you that. That's got--My mom's like, "You gotta get married. You gotta have babies. You can't sign a prenup." I get advice like you get.

Debbie: Aren't you just finding your life and putting it together? Now you have the show, and everything's settling in, and you're just finding yourself.

Tavis: Mom, are you listening to this? I hope you're listening to this.

Debbie: I think you have to let him breathe a little while, and he'll find his own way.

Tavis: I love your mother. I love your mother. Mwah! There. There you go. Try to find my own way. That's it.

Debbie: A lot of beautiful ladies that you'll find. You have to find the special one.

Tavis: Yeah. As a matter of fact, Carrie, you're available now, aren't you?

Carrie: Yeah, let's get together. I turned the last one gay, but that's over now.

Tavis: You know what? Let's talk after the show.

Carrie: OK, good. Well, I'm gonna date him now.

Debbie: Don't forget to get this, and I'll be soon in--We'll be--Where are we giving our speech?

Tavis: Indianapolis. June 2. Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds. How's that for a show?

Debbie: And Carla and Connie.

Tavis: That's right. “Connie and Carla.” And you're doing the Halloween thing for the--

Carrie: No, she's doing that. I'm writing another book and--

Debbie: Oh, am I in that one, too?

Carrie: Oh, yeah. It's all about you, and--

Tavis: I'm all out of time. Happy Mother’s Day. Thanks for watching. See you next time.

Debbie: I don't have to live. I live through books.