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You got your homework done? Mm-hmm.

All of it?

Yep.

Hmm, attaboy!

Now you just get to kick back this weekend.

That's my plan.

Except...

Except nothing.

Oh, well, excuse me.

Oh, yeah.

There it is.

I might have to write a book report for Monday.

What do you mean you might have to write a book report?

I mean if there's no earthquake by Monday morning,

I have to write a book report.

Oh, God... so what's the book?

William Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.

By William Shakespeare.

Hey, that'll come in handy when he's mopping out the toilets

at the House of Pancakes.

You know, I could go for some pancakes.

Jake, please tell me you read the book.

I really wish I could, Dad.

Oh, jeez.

I was going to read it, but I can't find it.

You lost the book?

So what do you intend to do about the report?

You mean aside from the earthquake?

Yeah.

Well, I kind of put all my eggs in the earthquake basket.

Go get dressed. We're going to go to the store.

Well, can we stop for pancakes?

Go!

I bet you're sorry

you took all that LSD before you had him.

I never took any LSD.

You might want to start telling people you did.

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

* Ah. * Men. * Men.

Unbelievable. You had four weeks

to write this book report.

Get over it, Dad.

Yeah, Alan, relax.

He'll have eight weeks of summer school to do it.

Unless there's an earthquake.

Oh, excuse me. Could you tell me

where the classic literature section is?

Third floor near the restroom. Thank you.

You guys go ahead.

I'm gonna look at some magazines.

They don't sell those kinds of magazines here. I checked.

Come on, you little perv.

Meet me back here.

Wait. Was that an earthquake?

Can I help you find anything?

Yeah, uh, I'm looking for a book.

Ah.

You probably need more than that.

I want a book about, you know, relationship stuff.

Ooh, relationship stuff.

No, not "Ooh, relationship stuff,"

just relationship stuff.

It's in the self-help section.

Thanks.

Best of luck.

This is worse than buying condoms.

Okay, let's see.

Why Relationships Fail.

Smart Women, Foolish Choices.

Thank God for those gals.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Oh, Embracing Your Soul Mate?

Oh. "Soul mate."

I thought it was "cell mate."

You know, a prison love story?

Mm, I see.

Not that I'm into prison love stories.

I like the girls in prison stuff.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm looking for some help, okay?

Well, you're not alone.

There are millions of people out there looking for help.

Gee, thanks for making me feel special.

Let me ask you something.

What would you change about yourself if you could?

I don't know, little things, I guess.

Like what?

Oh, well, I guess

I'd like to be a little happier.

Maybe find a way to sustain a healthy relationship

with a woman so I don't, you know,

grow old and die alone,

incontinent and unloved.

Ah, yes, the little things.

Can I recommend a book for you?

Well, as long as I'm here.

Breaking Barriers:

Finding the Intimacy You Deserve.

I don't know, I was hoping to do better than I deserve.

Give it a chance.

I hear it's helped a lot of people.

For 25 bucks, it better wash my car.

Wait a minute.

Is this you?

Armor All is extra.

Oh, cool.

Will you sign it for me?

Oh, I'd be happy to. What's your name?

Charlie. Okay.

Now, that it's autographed, I'm not a loser;

I'm a collector.

Here you go.

"To Charlie, reading a self-help book

doesn't make you less of a man."

Okay, back to loser.

You're not a loser, Charlie.

Like most men, you're just afraid to be vulnerable.

Excuse me, but what sane person wants to be vulnerable?

If you're not vulnerable, you can't feel anything.

Yeah, and?

Read the book.

Wait.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Why?

I'd like to talk to you some more.

Are you still gonna buy the book?

I have to.

You wrote all over it.

Then sure, why not?

Great.

Listen, if I give you the money, will you pay for it?

I don't need any more sympathy from the help.

What's a shrew anyway?

Oh, it's a small rodent.

Oh, so this is like Stuart Little?

No, no, it's about a man

trying to control a willful, angry woman.

Is he trying to control her with rodents?

I don't want to spoil it for you.

Let's just find your Uncle Charlie

and get out of here.

Excuse me, uh...

have you seen a guy, um, dark hair,

bowling shirt, shorts?

Oh, yeah, the self-help guy.

No, that doesn't sound like him.

Well, a guy like that just left with a pretty blonde woman.

That sounds like him.

Dad, this is the wrong book.

What are you talking about?

It's in some sort of foreign language.

It's Elizabethan.

Well, can we get one in English?

Walk.

* Men. *

ALAN: How could you have already lost the book?!

JAKE: I didn't do it on purpose!

What are you yelling at me for?!

ALAN: 'Cause it's one of the few pleasures

of being your father!

Oh, look who's here! Thanks a lot.

What did I do?

You stranded us at the mall.

We had to take the bus home.

The bus!

I left the book on the bus.

There. Mystery solved.

Go get in the car.

Where are we going?

Where do you think we're going?

Well, we never did get those pancakes.

We're going back to the bookstore

to buy another damn book.

And this one's coming out of your allowance.

What allowance?

Wait. I'm supposed to be getting an allowance?

Go get your shoes.

Whoa. Did you guys feel that?

Move it!

So guess what?

I'm going to transform my life

and get the intimacy I deserve.

Fantastic.

You work on that while I go back to the mall with taterhead.

Not only that, I met the author,

and she's amazing.

Is this the woman you dumped us for?

Yeah, and you know what she told me?

No idea.

She told me that my fear

of being hurt keeps me from feeling anything at all.

It's like I'm like living in an emotional prison

that I built myself.

How about that?

You abandoned us.

I know, but get this:

I'm not just a prisoner. I'm the warden.

We had to take two buses and walk a mile

on the Pacific Coast Highway during rush hour.

I get it.

I understand.

But the good news is,

I hold the keys to my own freedom.

There's no sidewalk

on the Pacific Coast Highway.

Okay, okay.

I hear ya.

You're angry and resentful.

But what you need to understand

is that resentment is the mortar

that holds the bricks of loneliness together

in a wall of alienation and despair.

Chapter 3: "Knocking Down the Wall."

Bite me.

That's chapter one in my forthcoming book

entitled, Bite Me.

Chapter two is called, "Kiss My Pale White Ass."

We can't go back to the mall.

Why not?

My shoes are missing.

Huh, another mystery solved.

Wrong foot, buddy.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Guess I should be reading Taming of the Shoe.

Get it?

You might want to start thinking about

having him neutered.

* Men. *

Mmm, this is delicious.

I've never had Ethiopian food before.

Mmm, I've loved it ever since I lived in Ethiopia.

Wow. When did you live there?

Let's see...

It would have to be 1972.

"1972"?

Were you born there?

Don't be silly.

This was right after college.

I was in the Peace Corps.

Huh.

College. 1972.

Need a pencil?

N-n-no, no, no, no.

I was just thinking what I was doing in 1972.

Oh, tell me.

Well, I don't have a vivid memory of it,

but I'm pretty sure that's the year I graduated

to the big boy potty.

Wow.

So it's quite a year for both of us.

Uh-huh.

So are you still using that college degree?

'Cause I'm still using the big boy potty.

You're used to going out with younger women, aren't you?

Well, I don't really think about age

as much as I think about personality

and, you know, chemistry.

And, uh, education, family values...

All right, young and dumb, you got me.

I'm not judging you, Charlie.

You're a man and you know what you want.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing?

Nothing.

You are fine just the way you are.

I am?

Of course you are.

If I called my mother now, would you tell her that?

You don't think she knows?

As far as she's concerned,

the last thing I did right was evacuate her uterus.

Oh, you poor thing.

That's awful.

It is, isn't it?

Every little boy needs to feel loved and nurtured.

Otherwise, he grows up with a hole inside him

that he can never fill.

Oh, I have got such a big hole.

If my hole could talk.

You got a little something right here.

Oh.

I'll get it.

There we go.

Thanks.

You know what?

I like you.

I like you too, Charlie.

Try the yemiser kik wat.

Looks kind of yucky.

Well, don't look at it.

Just taste it.

Oh, come on. Just one bite.

For me?

Okay.

Hey, it's good.

I told you.

Oh, excuse me.

Could I get another napkin?

So, what do they have for dessert?

* Men.

Well, Charlie, thank you for a lovely evening.

You're welcome.

Can I, uh... kiss you good night?

Do you usually ask permission?

Well, no.

Then why are you asking now?

I don't know.

I don't... want to get in trouble.

Okay, I'm in trouble.

(laughs)

(door opening)

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought I heard something.

It's okay.

Jeremy, this is Charlie.

Charlie, this is my son Jeremy.

Hi. How are you? Good. How's it going?

Good. I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just, uh, dropped in to fix your computer.

I'll leave you two alone.

Charlie, good meeting you. Same here.

So, that's your son?

Mm-hmm.

How old is he? 32.

They're cute at that age.

* Men.

Hey!

What?

You're supposed to be finishing your report.

I know, but I can't find the book.

You're kidding.

We-We just bought it.

What can I say, Dad?

It's a big house and a little book.

Find the book.

I'm really tired.

Find the book!

Just saying it won't make it happen.

ALAN (shouting): Find... the... book!

Heads up. He's losing it.

I should have put frosting

on the damn book.

He's never lost anything with frosting on it.

I don't know why you continue

to bang your head against the wall.

The kid's obviously destined

to sell tube socks out of the trunk of his car.

A business of his own.

Gee, that'd be swell.

So, how was your date?

Terrific.

Then why are you home so early?

Well, turns out she has a kid.

Hmm. Single mom, huh?

Yeah.

That's what she is: single mom.

How old?

32.

I meant the kid. So did I.

You're kidding.

If-If she's got a 32-year-old kid,

that would make her at least...

Don't do the math, please.

It all goes south when you do the math.

Oh, come on. So-So you're dating an older woman.

It's no big deal.

That's it? You're not gonna give me a hard time about it?

Don't be silly. I'm more evolved than that.

Well, good.

* Just a gigolo

* Everywhere I go

* People know the part I'm playing... *

Huh.

I guess I'm not.

Look, this is a spectacular woman,

and it doesn't matter to me in the least how old she is.

Oh, please. You can't even tolerate age spots on a banana.

Okay, first of all,

on a banana, those spots

are an indication of mushiness.

And second,

I haven't peeled this woman yet.

In the freezer?

Jake!

JAKE: I found it! I'm reading!

It's really cool.

* Men.

For God's sake.

Hey, I was reading that!

You're writing a report on The Taming of the Shrew,

not The Voyages of Cap'n Crunch.

Too bad. I could write the crap out of that.

Okay.

I'm not fooling around here.

You are going to finish this damn book

and write the damn report,

and you are going to hand it in on Monday,

spell-checked, formatted and on freakin' time.

I have my doubts, Dad.

Read!

Fine.

Listen to this.

"A sleeve?

"'Tis like a demi-cannon:

What, up and down, carved like an apple tart?"

All I get from this is, blah, blah, blah, apple tart.

Have we got any apple tarts?

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, good. I was afraid

that first kiss might have been a fluke.

Well, I don't know about you, but that was not my first kiss.

Come on in.

Oh, wow!

What a beautiful home.

Thank you.

How much of it do you want to see?

Oh, this will be enough for today.

Understood.

Let's hit the road.

Aren't you gonna take a jacket?

Nah, I'm okay. I don't need one.

Oh, it gets cool in Santa Barbara, Charlie.

I'll be fine.

Please. If you don't need it,

you can leave it in the car.

All right.

Take a look around.

Mm, thanks, I will.

Oh, hi.

You, uh.... you must be Angie.

I'm Alan, Charlie's brother.

Oh, of course. Hi. Oh, what a firm handshake.

Oh. Well, uh, no one trusts a chiropractor with limp hands.

Oh, you're a chiropractor?

Hey, hang on a second.

I could have gotten into medical school.

I-I just didn't want to spend four years in South America.

No, no. I'm a big fan of chiropractics.

You're kidding.

No. I think you people are miracle workers.

CHARLIE: Okay.

I'm ready to go.

Did you put on sunblock?

I don't need sunblock.

Oh, honey, I think you do.

You have beautiful skin,

and I don't want to see it get burned.

You're right. Thanks.

Uh, so, anyway, uh,

you were saying something about me being a miracle worker?

Oh, God, yes. You know, I threw my back out last year skiing.

My chiropractor just about saved my life.

But that's what we do.

You know, we-we're not flashy.

We don't get, you know, special license plates

so we can park wherever the hell we want.

You know, nobody makes TV shows about us.

Or calls us McDreamy

or McSteamy or McMuffin.

We just quietly go about the business of healing.

I know. I know.

Thank you. Thank you.

I only wish more people appreciated us.

Well, Alan, you can't worry about what other people think.

I know, but the lack of respect really hurts.

You know, "back-cracker."

"Spine-cruncher." "Quack."

Uh, "charlatan." "Witch doctor..." Alan?

"Voodoo priest." Fraud. Failure.

Hey, hey.

You know what we call people who say those kinds of things?

My family?

We call them damaged.

They need to hurt others

in order to feel better about themselves.

Exactly. And-And the only reason I don't feel good about myself

is that I'm not good enough at hurting them back.

Oh, no, you don't want to do that.

Yeah, I kind of do.

Alan, you need to ignore the negativity

and open yourself up to the nurturing love

that's all around you.

Love is all around me?

Yes.

Is it hiding behind the loathing and rejection?

Honey, I am loving you right now.

Really?

Yes, really.

Thank you.

You are a wonderful, valuable human being.

(sobbing): I am?

Yes, you are.

Yeah.

(sobbing)

I see you're getting to know my brother.

(sobbing)

* Men.

Isn't this beautiful country?

Yeah.

It's swell.

Angie, if you like antiquing,

I know some great little shops.

I'm not going antiquing.

Oh, that's okay.

Angie and I will peel off,

and you can sit in the park and drink.

Are there any game arcades in Santa Barbara?

You won't have time.

You have a book to read.

Oh, yeah.

I forgot it.

That's okay.

We can stop at a bookstore.

Aw, gee, we don't want to ruin your afternoon.

Hey, we invited you.

We want you with us, right, Charlie?

No.

Oh, don't be that way.

I'll tell you what-- after we get Jake's book,

we'll stop and get ice cream.

Ooh. Yes! Ah!