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AFTER SHE WAS TOLD NOT TO.
IT'S TIME TO LAY DOWN A FEW GROUND RULES. SIT.
COFFEE AND OVALTINE.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING.
WHAT IMPRESSION IS THAT?
REQUESTING THAT SHE NEVER MAKE US THE SAND DABS AGAIN.
* YOU NEED ME TO BE WITH YOU *
AND THEY STILL MANAGED TO DO A LITTLE DAMAGE, YOU KNOW?
SHE DIDN'T HAVE LUNCH.
I'M NOT GOING TO DISCUSS THIS.
SO SHE'S PROBABLY GONNA HATE ME, TOO.
ON WEEKDAYS, YOU WILL HAVE HER HOME BY 9:00.
THE WHIFFENGOOFS?
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT?
IT'S NO BIG DEAL. UH-HUH.
[ SIGHS ]
OH, GOOD. YEP.
HE'S GOING FOR SOME NOSTALGIA THING --
THE GLASSES, THE FURROWED BROW, THE TICKY WALK.
I'LL MATCH HIM GRUNT FOR GRUNT. OKAY.
WELL...I WAS AFRAID TO RING THE DOORBELL,
OH, I WOULDN'T?
IN MY OPINION, THE BEST IVY LEAGUE SCHOOL IN AMERICA.
I KNOW, BUT WHERE'S YOUR STUFF?
I'LL FINISH. "HI." "HI." "HI." "HI." "HI."
AT THE OLD ALMA MATER AND HAVE A LITTLE DINNER,
WHEN YOU BEGGED ME NOT TO?
UH, ANY ONE. PICK ONE. THANKS.
BECAUSE I ASKED YOU TO.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
WHY'D YOU TURN THE CAR OFF?
WHERE WERE YOU THIS MORNING AT ABOUT 10:00?
IF I PULLED MY CHECKBOOK,
YOU WOULDN'T COMMIT TO THE HOLIDAY PLANS.
YOU STAY THAT WAY UNTIL IT'S GONE.
IF YOU WANTED ME TO TAKE THIS MEETING
THEY USED THE KID CODE, AND THEY'RE TOGETHER!
LET'S GO, RICHARD.
* IF YOU'RE OUT ON THE ROAD *
I NEED YOUR HELP. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
ANYHOW, I LOOKED THROUGH IT, AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS
HEY, LUKE, WHAT'S THE RECORD FOR MOST TACOS EATEN
OFFICIALLY NOT HUNGRY NOW.
MOM. YEAH?
[ GASPS ] IT TOOK US 30 MINUTES TO GET HERE?!
THE THINGS YOU FIND AMUSING ASTOUND ME SOMETIMES.
YEP. GREAT.
I'D LIKE TO OPEN A CHECKING ACCOUNT.
HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW?
A FEW OF THEM TRY TO GET OUT THROUGH THE WINDOWS
IT'S ACTUALLY VERY GOOD.
BE NICE AND GET US SOME SALSA.
OH, WHO KNOWS?
[ CHUCKLES ] WHY ARE YOU SITTING OVER THERE?
I'M SORRY -- THE WHAT?
ON WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN. WHEN?
THAT PART OVER THERE... THAT'S MINE.
THE ALPHA MALE, AND THE ONE WHOSE FEET JUST FELL ASLEEP,
THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
OHH.
YOU MAY SIT ON THE COUCH OR ON THE CHAIR
EH, IT'S MY FAULT. I'M NOT FOCUSING.
OUT BACK IN THE DUMPSTER.
OKAY, FINE. MAYBE HE IS.
VERY ROMANTIC.
OF BRITISH ART IN THE WORLD.
THAT'S IT. SIT DOWN. WHY?
AND I WOULD'VE DONE IT RIGHT.
SLAMMED IT CLOSED, AND SAID, "FINE."
WHAT WAS GOING ON UP HERE?