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(shouting): Want to hear a great band?

Sure.

They're called Bucket of Hate.

(rock music blaring)

Oh!

What do you think?

Nice...

beat.

Oh, oh, my goodness!

Quite a mouth on this fella.

Guess that's why they're not called

Bucket of Bunnies, huh?

Who's he listening to?

Bucket of Hate.

They're good. Reminds me of early Who.

Who? Yeah.

What? Band's called Who.

Bucket of Hate.

(sighs)

And I work for your family.

Boy...

I never knew there were so many rhymes for "suicide."

Yeah, what's patricide?

It means to honor thy father.

Oh, well, then that song doesn't make sense.

Yeah, well, I'm still trying to figure out

what a su-su-sudio is.

So, BOH is playing

at the Santa Monica Civic Center next weekend.

Cool.

My friend Seth Friedman

got tickets-- can I go?

How are you gonna get there?

Car.

Thank you.

Whose car?

Seth's brother.

He's 17 and he's never been in an accident that was his fault.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Why don't I think it's appropriate

for a 13-year-old to go to a rock concert

with no adult supervision?

I told you, Rocco's 17.

His name is Rocco? Yeah.

So... "Rocco Friedman"?

Yeah, You know him?

No, but I'm not letting someone named "Rocco Friedman"

drive you to a Bucket of Hate concert.

That's it? Just no?

Oh, I'm sorry. No way in hell.

Oh, man.

What's going on?

My dad sucks!

You know, in certain primitive cultures

when a boy hits puberty, they tie him

to a big rock and throw him in the ocean.

No, they don't.

Okay, but you can't argue with the logic.

No, I can't.

Here-- your girlfriend's in the paper.

Really? What for?

She's being honored

by the Southern California Trial Lawyers Association.

Huh.

Judge of the Year.

Yeah, I guess it's time

to get out the old tux for the banquet, huh?

What banquet?

The one at the Beverly Hilton next Saturday.

Oh, right.

Yeah, I don't think I'm going to that.

Why not?

Well, you know, I hate the whole dog and pony show.

Getting dressed up, boring speeches, rubber chicken...

She didn't invite you, did she?

Didn't even mention it.

Huh.

That's got to sting.

You know, I agree with Jake.

You do suck.

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

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

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

* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh... *

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

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

* Ah. * Men. * Men.

Mm, God, Charlie, you are great.

Aw, no.

I'm serious.

You are the best lover I've ever had.

It's probably just the flawless technique

and the big penis.

(both laughing)

Probably.

I was wondering-- you got any plans next Saturday?

Next Saturday?

Oh, as a matter of fact I do.

Oh, what might they be?

The plans?

Just some business thing.

Very boring.

Business? Yeah. Business.

Might this be the business you're speaking of?

Dilbert?

This?

Oh, that.

Oh, um, I can explain.

I would love an explanation.

Well, I just thought it wouldn't be your kind of thing.

You know, it's just judges, lawyers, local politicians.

Are you going with somebody else?

No.

So you'd rather go alone than take me?

Um, I know it seems that way...

You're ashamed of me, aren't you?

Oh, no, Charlie.

I mean, sure you can use me for sex,

but God forbid we're out in public together.

That is not true.

And let me remind you--

it's the best sex you've ever had.

Charlie... Your words, not mine.

Look, the last thing in the world I want to do

is hurt your feelings.

Well, you have.

Would you like to go with me to the banquet?

No, I don't want to go where I'm not wanted.

What do you want me to do, beg?

A little, yeah.

Please come with me to the banquet.

A little more.

Pretty please.

Come with me.

All right...

but then we gotta talk about this banquet thing.

* Men.

Jake, do you want Grandmommy

to teach you how to use chopsticks?

Don't confuse him.

He just learned how to use a fork.

Real funny, Alan.

Alan? What happened to Dad?

He turned into Benito Mussoroni.

The San Francisco treat?

It's Mussolini, Professor.

He's just upset because I won't let him go to a concert tonight.

Why not?

Because there's no adult supervision.

Oh, don't be such a fuddy-duddy, Alan.

He's a teenager.

Teenagers don't go to concerts with their parents.

I'm with Evelyn on this.

Forget it.

You're not going to the concert.

Oh, listen to you.

Remember when I said you couldn't go

to that Peter Frampton concert?

You just snuck out

of the house and went anyway.

Really?

Mom, no.

I was in Martinique at the time,

but the housekeeper was beside herself.

And-And-And I was severely punished for that, right?

Oh, sure, I tried grounding you and taking away TV privileges.

But at a certain point every parent has to accept

that they're powerless

when it comes to controlling a teenager.

Really?

No, no, not really.

Parents are powerful-- very powerful.

(snorts in derision)

No, no... (snorting)

Trust me, I'm only doing this for your own good.

(hissing snort)

What the hell was that?

The same thing Grandma did.

No, it's not. You sound like you're coughing up a furball.

Yeah, well, I'm making the same point.

Did it even occur to you that you could help me with this?

I was not put on this Earth to help you, Alan.

You're my mother!

Yes, and as you never tire of pointing out, not a good one.

Hey, Alan, do we have any snack bars?

Right-hand cabinet. Why?

I need something to soak up the booze

I'll have to drink to make it through this dinner.

What's the occasion?

My girlfriend is being honored at a banquet tonight.

Oh, I thought the Adult Film Awards were in Vegas.

She happens to be a judge.

Of the Adult Film Awards?

No, no, a judge in the Los Angeles Municipal Court.

So, do I look okay?

It's a tuxedo. You can't go wrong.

Well, I want to fit in.

This is a very conservative crowd.

Oh, well, then you can go wrong.

Thanks. Like I'm not nervous enough?

Oh, sweetheart, if you're nervous, just try one of these.

It'll relax you.

Oh, perfect.

Charlie, you just can't pop a pill without knowing what it is.

She just said what it is. Thanks, Mom. I gotta go.

Bye, sweetheart. Have a good time with your judge, darling.

(snorts in derision)

That'll last.

I think he's really trying on this one.

Uh-oh.

What?

Nothing.

I guess I'll just have to watch my DVD of Fantasia

on the natch tonight.

Congratulations, Your Honor.

Well-deserved.

Oh, thank you, Councilman.

I'd like you to meet my friend Charlie Harper.

Charlie, this is Councilman Stewart.

Charlie?

Yeah, hi. How are ya?

Again, congratulations.

Thanks.

Charlie, are you okay?

I'm wonderful.

Look at all the colors.

It's like I'm drinking a rainbow.

Hang on. He's probably in his room.

Jake, your mom's on the phone!

Jake?

Jake?

Son of a bitch!

Are you all right?

What?

Oh. I, uh, I stubbed my toe.

Yeah. Yeah, it may be broken.

Um...

Yeah. I'm, a, I'm gonna go to the emergency room.

Oh, no, no, no. I, uh, I have to take Jake with me.

So we can go in the carpool lane.

Jake, help daddy find his toenail.

I'll have him call you later, okay?

So, without further ado,

here's our guest of honor,

judge of the year

and, I'm proud to say, my good friend,

Judge Linda Harris!

Yeah!

(whistles)

Who the judge? You the judge!

I'm hitting at it.

* Men.

* Two hours of pushing broom

* To pay for a four-bit room

* I'm a man of means, by no means... *

* King of the road.

Los Angeles! Thank you!

Hey, look who's here.

Shh! Keep it down!

Right. We don't want to wake me.

What are you doing sitting out here?

I can't stand up.

Don't make a thing out of it.

What are you doing?

I snuck out to see a concert.

No way.

That is so cool.

Okay.

Third time's the charm.

Hey.

Want to know what else is cool?

Check this out.

(coins jingling)

* Just hear the sleigh bells ringing, ring-ting-tingling... *

Shh! Hey! Hey!

I'm caroling here.

You should be bringing me cocoa and gingerbread.

Cocoa and gingerbread?

Yeah, they work at the Screaming Rhino.

But..

I digress.

Where were we?

My dad doesn't know I went out, so now I have to sneak back in.

Oh. Well, then, you certainly don't want

to go through this door.

Why not?

Why not?

I'll tell you why not.

What?

Why not?

Why not what?

Why can't I go through that door?

Oh. Why didn't you say so?

If I know your dad...

and, sadly, I do,

he's sitting in there right now

just waiting to tie you to a rock

and throw you in the ocean.

What?

Sorry. I may have put the idea in his head.

Follow me.

Where are we going?

Hey! I'll ask the questions.

Where are we going?

I'm okay.

Here.

Grab my what-do- you-call-it. Hand.

CHARLIE: I'm okay.

That's good, but you're sitting on my head.

Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?

I do not.

Do you have any idea

how beautiful you look in that light?

I'm not talking to you.

Well, I'm not talking to you either.

Except for right now.

This is me talking to you.

But, no longer. (cheek pops)

Would you please just... go to sleep.

Okey-dokey.

You and I have some talking to do.

Will you make up your freaking mind.

* Men.

Morning.

What, you're not talking to me now?

I looked up "patricide."

Really.

When did you learn to spell?

I sounded it out.

Patricide, huh?

Our little boy's growing up.

He's just upset 'cause he snuck out

so I grounded him for three months.

Ooh, that'll show him.

What am I gonna do, Berta? I can't hit him.

Well, sure you can.

You just gotta figure the wind, and lead him.

They're like pheasants.

Very funny.

Uh-oh.

What?

Charlie's gonna want to see this.

No, he's not.

Charlie?

Wake up.

You need to see this.

Can I throw up in it?

No.

Then I don't need to see it.

Charlie, do you remember what you did last night?

Oh, damn it.

Did I get married?

Hardly.

No. I just know she's gonna find a way

to make this my fault.

* Men.

You climbed out the window?

And got into a car driven by a 17-year-old boy.

It wasn't a car, Dad.

It was an extremely safe monster truck.

I mean, even if Rocco hit another car,

he'd just crush it.

The point is, you disobeyed your father.

That doesn't mean I have to get grounded for three months.

Hey, in my opinion, your punishment isn't severe enough.

Your mother's right.

How come nobody ever asks my opinion?

Go to your room and we'll talk to you later.

Hey, thanks for backing me up here, Judith.

Now that he's a teenager,

we really need to stick together in order to...

You don't have a brain in your head, do you?

You have to watch teenagers, Alan.

You can't just expect that they'll listen and obey.

God, you're useless.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Really? Yeah.

Now, come with me.

Where are we going?

You're going back to your room.

And I am going to the sweet land of vindication.

Oh, Judith?

* Men.

(knocking)

Yes?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I came to apologize.

I am sorry about last night.

You're sorry?

For ruining one of the most important nights of my career?

For embarrassing me within an inch of my life.

Ooh... yeah.

I mean, unless I did something else.

No, you did quite enough, thank you.

Look, I understand why you're mad,

but it really wasn't my fault.

I was nervous about last night, so my mother gave me

what I assumed was one of her tranquilizers.

But now I'm thinking it was a little something

she had left over from Woodstock.

Charlie.

Look.

You're a lot of fun and, and I like you,

but people are talking about me running

for state senate next year.

and I can't afford to be linked publicly to someone like you.

Well, that's not a problem.

We'll just sneak around and link privately.

No, Charlie.

Oh, come on. All the guy politicians

have something on the side.

Why shouldn't you?

Take care.

It would send a powerful message to young women everywhere.

Bailiff!

I'm going.

* Men.

Pretty flowers.

Thanks.

Want to stick them in something?

Never mind.

I thought I was up to it, Alan.

I thought I was ready for a real relationship,

and Linda and I would be a team.

I'd stand by her

as an accomplished woman and a judge

and she'd stand by me as a...

Reformed whoremonger?

So you believe I was trying.

I do.

And you know what? Someday you'll look back

on this as a growing experience.

Maybe.

Someday.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, who could that be?

I ordered some takeout.

Ah, nice, Italian?

Nope.

Hi.

Are you Charlie?

Yeah, come on in.

Greek.

Be patient with me.

I'm coming off a bad breakup.

And, as usual,

Alan gets chicken pot pie.