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Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing home?

Linda is spending time with her son tonight.

Apparently, she's one of those single moms

that puts her kid first.

The bitch.

You're just saying that 'cause our mom put us third.

Fourth after she got the Datsun 280-Z.

So whatcha you doing?

Paying our household bills.

You're a good wife, Alan.

I can't believe some lucky fella hasn't snapped you up.

Probably the penis.

That's usually a deal-breaker.

So, how are we doing bill-wise?

Not very well.

Are you aware you haven't had a paying job

in over nine months?

Are you aware that urine cures athlete's foot?

Seriously, you've got a big pile of bills and no money coming in.

Seriously, no itching, no burning,

just clears it right up.

The drug companies don't want you to know about it

because it's free.

Charlie, you're unemployed!

I know.

Haven't you heard? The jingle business is dead.

How would I hear that? Who would have told me?

It was in all the jingle magazines.

You know, before they went out of business.

Everybody's using old rock songs now.

They're not gonna hire a guy like me

to write a jingle for tampons

when they can just play "Stuck in the Middle with You."

This doesn't concern you at all?

Nah, something will turn up.

How can you be so sure?

Hey, do you have any idea how I got in the jingle business?

No. Neither do I.

But look how good that worked out.

Charlie, you cannot just depend on the kindness of the universe.

I have to.

I don't have an older brother I can sponge off of.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go pee on my feet.

* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *

* Ah. * Men. * Men.

(muttering)

(muttering louder)

(continues muttering)

Okay...

Oh, crap.

Berta, you got a minute?

What's on your mind, Princess?

Well, um, first and foremost, you know that we consider you

a beloved member of this family.

Alan, you can roll manure in powdered sugar,

but it still ain't a jelly donut.

Now, now, see, that right there,

that's one of the things that we love about you.

Folksy... Spill it, Mildred.

Right, right.

Well, I'm not sure you're aware of this,

but it's been quite some time

since Charlie has had any actual income.

Okay.

And I can't help but notice that you're the only

beloved family member actually drawing a salary.

I'm also the only beloved family member

who takes a toothbrush to your kid's skivvies.

And... and we can never begin to repay you for that,

but-but during these difficult financial times

we all have to...

For the record, it's not my toothbrush, right?

Not right now, but cut my pay and all bets are off.

Come on, Berta. Be reasonable.

This might be more than just a temporary dry spell for Charlie.

Look, I know things may seem dark right now,

but I've known Charlie a lot longer than you have.

Um, technically, that's not true.

Are you gonna let me talk?

Sorry.

One thing I've learned

working for Mr. Charles Roscoe Harper...

His middle name isn't Roscoe...

Who's telling the story?!

Continue.

Anyway, what I've learned is

God takes care of drunks and fools,

and C. Roscoe Harper is both.

His middle name is Francis.

Hey. What's going on?

Trying to save you a little money around here.

Ah. Good man.

Appreciate it.

Check out what I bought Linda.

Diamond earrings?

She's a classy woman, Alan.

She's not going be impressed with a continental breakfast

and a copy of the video.

Be that as it may,

you can't keep spending money you don't have.

Oh, relax.

Something will turn up.

Will you stop saying that?

Things don't just "turn up."

You're living in a dream world.

Money doesn't just fall from the sky.

Obviously, you've never been sitting ringside

when a pole dancer hangs upside down.

* Men.

So did you buy this for your girlfriend

because you're breaking up with her?

No.

Why would you think that?

Because you always give jewelry to girls

you're getting ready to dump.

Very observant.

You watch, you learn.

Well, this isn't "breakup" jewelry.

This is "I like you, stick around" jewelry.

What's the difference?

About 1,500 bucks.

But let's back up a step.

A gentleman never "dumps" a lady.

He merely acknowledges the fact

that a relationship has run its course

by presenting her with a memento,

a keepsake, if you will, of their time together.

Remember that big blonde who threw the toaster oven at you?

Yeah, I remember.

Or when that yoga teacher who chucked

the fire extinguisher through your windshield?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And there was that actress who set fire...

It's not a perfect system, Jake.

* Men.

Oh, Charlie... they're beautiful.

You do realize

I was going to sleep with you tonight anyway.

This is just a little bonus.

Like when you get to a baseball game

and find out it's helmet night.

You silver-tongued devil.

Well, I don't know about silver, but you'll find I am tongued.

(doorbell rings)

If you ignore that,

there's a matching necklace in it for you.

Why don't you open the wine?

LINDA: Gary, what are you doing here?

GARY: I'm sorry, I tried to call, but your line's been busy.

LINDA: What do you mean my line's been busy?

I haven't been on the phone.

GARY: Well, I must've called 20 times.

LINDA: Fine. What do you want?

GARY: I have to go to New York tonight and I can't take Brandon.

But I have company. And I have an emergency board...

Who are you?

I'm Charlie.

I'm Brandon.

Nice to meet you, Brandon.

You know...

I have a nephew about your age.

(Linda and Gary continue arguing)

Hey, Dad, did you give Mom a present

when you got divorced? (doorbell rings)

A present?

Yeah, a memento of your time together.

Jake, buddy, you're the memento of our time together.

So you were too cheap to get her earrings.

She did better than earrings.

She got my family jewels.

Hi, honey.

Hi, Mom.

When you die, do I get Dad's family jewels?

What?

Nothing. Just go inside.

Okay, well, thanks for dropping him off.

Uh, Judith, hang on a second.

What?

Um... how's it going?

Good.

So your, uh, your new marriage going well?

Herb's okay?

What do you want, Alan?

Charlie's jingle business is dead,

and I'm going to be homeless.

Well, you can't stay here.

Oh, no, no...

That's not what I was getting at,

but it's good to know that door is firmly closed.

Uh, no, what I was hoping

was that we could talk about the child support.

What about my child support?

Ah, ah. Well, technically it's Jake's child support,

hence the term "child," um...

But I-I just thought maybe we could make some trims.

Uh, for instance, the karate classes,

the, uh, archery lessons,

the algebra tutor.

I mean, I don't know about you,

but, uh, I've never seen him, you know,

break a board or, uh, string a bow.

And, uh, and the algebra tutor, I mean, who are we kidding?

That's like putting swim fins on a cat.

He needs the tutor; he likes the lessons;

and I'm not going to ask Herb to pay for them.

That's okay. I'll ask him. Is he home?

Good-bye, Alan.

How about I stay in Jake's tree house?!

He never uses it!

Kid doesn't even like to climb stairs.

* Men.

Come on, sweetheart, just one little bite.

No.

He's not usually this cranky.

Have you tried a little whiskey in his sippy cup?

Charlie.

I'm just saying. It worked on my brother.

You really did that?

I still do it.

You know what? I'm just going to make him a hot dog.

You want a hot dog?

Sure.

I was talking to my son.

What, you just got the one?

I'll be right back.

Come on, kid, just have a little corn, and then bedtime.

For both of us.

No.

Oh, for the love of God.

I don't come to Gymboree

and knock the blocks out of your hand.

Come on.

It's corn-tastic.

Mmm.

* I like corn, it tastes real sweet *

* I don't like peas

* They taste like feet

* Corn's the king of the veggie food group *

* And it looks the same when it's in your poop. *

(laughing): Son of a bitch.

I mean, "Golly!"

* Men...

(rings doorbell)

Hi, Mom.

(over intercom): Hello, Alan.

Uh... got a minute?

Mm... sure.

I-I mean, could you come to the door?

Oh.

Uh... no.

Please. Mom, it's important.

I'm... I'm having a real crisis here.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

Well, good luck with that.

Mom, please.

(sighs)

I'm such a pushover.

(softly): The money isn't just for me.

It's for Charlie and your only grandson.

I'll just be a minute, Teddy!

What can I do for you, Alan?

Nothing. Never mind.

What? I'm not entitled to a love life?

I'm ready for my punishment, headmaster.

(mimics roaring)

So... you must be getting tired, huh?

(yawns)

No shame in calling it a night.

I got to go pee-pee.

All right, go ahead.

First pee-pee, then beddy-bye.

Beats the other way around. Trust me.

I got to go pee-pee now.

Linda, he says he's got to go pee-pee!

LINDA: Would you mind taking him?

Me?

He can't undo his pants, and I'm doing the dishes.

Fine. Let's go pee-pee.

Don't feel bad.

I can't always undo my pants, either.

(sighs)

What are you waiting for?

I don't have to anymore.

Linda, he says he doesn't have to anymore!

LINDA: Trust me: he has to.

You heard the lady. Let 'er rip.

No.

Okay.

Okay, how about this?

You're a giant, and there's a...

there's a tiny village

in the toilet bowl that's on fire,

and you have to put it out by whizzing all over it.

Hey, look!

Here comes the giant now!

(in deep voice): * I had a root beer

* I had a Coke

* I need to pee

* Hey, I smell smoke.

(in normal voice): * Giant, giant

* Up in the sky

* Grab your firehose, let it fly! *

(deep voice): * Close your windows

* Lock your doors

* 'Cause when I rain, it really pours. *

(urinating)

There you go.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm the only one who gets to pee on my feet.

Come on, buddy, right in here.

Hey, Berta, look what I got.

Big deal-- it's a freaking miracle

you don't have ten of 'em.

This is Linda's son, Brandon.

I'm Brandon.

I got ears.

So, what's he doing here?

I'm baby-sitting.

You? Why not me?

You're a rum-soaked degenerate.

Yeah, but it turns out, I have child skills.

I already got him to eat his vegetables

and make pee-pee in the toilet.

So, "Do as I say, not as I do," huh?

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Are you gonna help me or what?

Hey, his mom's not throwing me any.

Don't get the wrong idea.

Your mom and I are actually in a committed relationship.

So if I sign up for this drug trial...

I take these pills not knowing if I'm getting

the actual anxiety medication or a placebo?

That's correct.

The test group gets the actual medication,

and the control group is being given sugar pills.

So, is there anything I should know about?

Any side effects or anything?

Well, that's one of the purposes of the research,

but in tests of this nature, common side effects include

dry mouth, hair loss, blurred vision, inflamed gums...

Okay.

...mild nausea, heart palpitations, liver damage...

Wow.

...boils, shingles,

sudden fainting and temporary darkening of the stool.

Good Lord.

How much do you pay people to do this?

A thousand dollars a week.

I'm in.

* Men...

(piano playing loudly)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

That's not a toy.

That's how I make my living.

Not so much anymore, but still, be careful.

I want to play.

All right.

Play... this one.

(plays single key)

And... this one.

(plays another key)

That's great.

Now it's my turn.

(plays chord)

This is a little tune I wrote for my nephew

when he was feeling down in the dumps.

* I know that the winter follows the fall *

(playing soft, heartfelt melody)

* And in New York, the buildings are tall *

* I hear that in China, they have a great wall *

* I know these things and more

* But there's just one answer I'm still looking for... *

(playing faster, more upbeat melody)

* Who cut the cheese? (blows raspberry)

* Who cut the cheese?!

* I ask you please, did you cut the cheese? *

* I'm not averse to learning

* Tell me why my eyes are burning *

* Who cut the cheese?

Everybody!

* Who cut the cheese? (blows raspberry)

* Who cut the cheese?

* I ask you please, did you cut the cheese? *

* I'm not averse to learning

* Tell me why my eyes are burning *

* Who cut the cheese...?

(blows raspberry)

I can't thank you enough.

No problem. We had fun.

Look, um, after I drop him off at his dad's,

why don't I come back and show my appreciation

for those earrings?

Gee, I'd love to, but it's been a long day.

I just want to soak in a hot bath

and have a little "me" time.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

Hey, hey, while you were off having fun at work,

I was cooped up all day in this house taking care of your child.

Okay, sorry.

I'm just saying... I'm not a light switch.

I'll call you later.

No, wait, wait.

I made something for Brandon.

I sang some songs for him, and he seemed to like them,

so I burned 'em onto a CD.

Oh, how sweet.

Sweet?

Clearly, you're not familiar with my work.

Anyway, he seemed to dig it.

Well, thank you.

Hi... Alan.

Hi.

I don't think I'm in the control group.

* Men...

Are you really sure you should be taking those pills with beer?

What else can happen to me, Charlie?

My hair is coming out. I'm having fainting spells...

I can see my heart beating through my shirt

and my poop looks like charcoal briquets.

So stop taking the medication.

It's a thousand dollars a week. We need the money.

Oh, relax. Something'll turn up.

Something's already turned up.

I'm pretty sure I dropped a third testicle.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hang on.

It's Linda's ex-husband.

He wants to talk to you.

I don't want to talk to him. You talk to him.

I'm not gonna talk to him.

Come on, you've got 30% more balls than I do.

Hello.

Yeah, this is Charlie.

What about Brandon?

Oh, good, good.

I'm-I'm glad he likes the songs.

Yeah, Linda mentioned you were in the music business.

Well, that's flattering, but I already

have a very lucrative career writing jingles.

I don't see myself walking away from that

to record children's songs.

How much?

I'm in.

How about that? Something turned up.

Send the papers over.

Great. Great.

No, no, I love kids

and more important, they love me.

No, no, no, no, none of my own.