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* Men. *

Hey, you got anything special going on next week?

Well, let's see... next week.

I like to keep Mondays free for hangovers.

Tuesday, I was planning on getting a haircut,

mani/pedi and a facial.

You know, guy stuff.

Wednesday, I have a meeting with my business manager

to discuss my retirement plan.

And, as you know, Thursday and Friday

are kind of my "me" days.

Why do you ask?

I was thinking, since I have a couple days off,

we could fly to Illinois and visit my parents.

Oh.

I mean, you've only met my mother once,

and you've never met my dad.

That's true.

And I'd really like him

to get to know you before the wedding.

Of course.

Although, sometimes with parents,

I'm better served up as a surprise.

Don't be silly-- he'll love you.

And I'm sure I'll love him.

So, good, we'll fly out.

Illinois, here we come.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, darn it. What?

I just remembered I have an appointment next week.

Doctor's appointment?

Yes.

Yes, a doctor's appointment.

Is everything okay? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, just a routine procedure I've been putting off.

What do you mean, like a colonoscopy?

Yes, exactly.

A colonoscopy.

Oh, Charlie, you can't put that off.

No, no. No.

I want to meet your dad.

I've been putting off getting a colonoscopy for years.

Forget it, mister.

You're keeping that appointment.

But what about meeting your dad?

We'll do it another time.

Are you sure?

Your health is the most important thing.

I know how you procrastinate.

I do, don't I?

Boy, what would you do without me to take care of you?

Well, I'm pretty sure

I wouldn't be getting a colonoscopy next week.

* Men. *

(music playing on TV)

Hey.

Hey.

You're not going to believe what I just did.

* 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.

* Men. *

All right, let me see if I've got this straight.

In order to not spend time with your fiancée's parents,

you're willing to let a doctor

snake a camera up your keister.

I'd be willing to let them shoot an IMAX feature.

But, fortunately, it won't be necessary.

Oh, how do you figure? I have a plan.

Oh, a plan.

The day of the "procedure,"

you're going to pretend to drive me to the "hospital."

But we're not going to the hospital.

Precisely.

What we'll actually do is go to the movies.

Then, afterwards, we'll go out for a couple of drinks,

so when I get home, I'll be appropriately woozy.

And I'll tell Chelsea

that my colon is clean as a whistle.

You know, a whistle that you swallowed,

then blew out your bunghole.

Sure.

And then, she'll put me to bed.

I'll get some "Oh, poor Charlie" sex,

with her being ever mindful of my tender area.

Wow.

This is a new low, even for you.

Now, now, to be fair,

it's only a new low in this relationship.

True. True.

Can I pick the movie?

Fine.

Do I get snacks?

Yes.

I'm paying for everything.

Why do we continue to play this game?

Because I still have my pride.

No, you don't.

Charlie, you okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

I was just reminding Alan

that he has to take me in for my colonoscopy.

Oh, that's not necessary. I'll take you.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I don't want you wasting your time off

in a doctor's waiting room.

Don't be ridiculous. I'm driving you.

Now, come back to bed.

Good plan.

* Men. *

No, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand.

I need a colonoscopy, and it has to be next Wednesday.

Yes, I'll hold.

Can you believe it?

Their hold music is "Tunnel of Love."

It's better than "Brown Eyed Girl."

Oh, God, I hope I can get an appointment.

Maybe you should grease a few palms.

If it was me, I'd be greasing everything.

Yeah, hi.

Well, great, great.

Wednesday, 8:00 a.m.

Thank you, thank you.

You've made me very happy.

Yeah, I imagine you don't hear that too often.

What?

Yeah, fine, fine.

I-I-I won't eat on Tuesday.

What do you mean, flush out my system?

Oh, ick.

All right, I'm a little less happy now.

Good-bye.

You won't believe what they want me to do.

You mean taking laxatives and drinking a half gallon

of industrial strength Colon Blow?

Oh, right, you've done this before.

It seemed funnier then.

I got to tell you, it seems pretty funny now.

Why don't you just tell Chelsea the truth?

What, that I'd rather get violated by a long metal tube

than spend time with her folks?

Somehow, I don't see her taking that

in the spirit in which it was intended.

True, true.

Well, I've said it before,

and I think I need to say it again.

Good plan.

* Men. *

Why isn't Uncle Charlie eating?

He has to fast before he goes to the doctor's tomorrow.

Is he okay?

Oh, yeah.

He's just getting a routine test.

They're taking a look at his intestines.

How do they do that?

Well, what they do is, they take a tiny camera

and put it on the end of a tube...

Why don't we eat first?

Good idea.

(grunting, sighing)

Well, I'm happy to report

I just saw a piece of Hubba Bubba

I swallowed in fifth grade.

Oh, for God's sake, Charlie, we're having dinner.

Don't rub it in.

Speaking of which, I'm out of baby wipes.

I bought you two boxes of baby wipes.

What can I tell you?

Babies don't crap like this.

At least not healthy babies.

There's a jar of aloe vera under the sink.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Oh, you put a little glob

on the end of your finger... Alan!

It's cooling and soothing.

Oh, good, good.

'Cause let me tell you--

you could roast a marshmallow on my anus.

You know what'd be good for dessert?

S'mores.

* Men. *

How come I'm not loaded?

They're supposed to get me loaded

before they do it, right?

Yes. They'll hook you up to an IV

right before the procedure.

All right, just so we're all on the same page,

I want to be stone-cold out before anything goes in.

I'll tell them.

All I get is a glass of wine and a "pretty please."

All right, Mr. Harper, we're ready.

Did you bring the drugs with you? Oh, no, sir.

The anesthesiologist takes care of that.

Good luck. Thanks.

By the way, since we couldn't make it to Illinois,

I'm flying my parents in to stay with us for a week.

What?

Enjoy your colonoscopy, you lying dirtbag.

You knew?

I knew.

I'll give you $1,000 to push me to the parking lot.

* Men. *

* Men. *

How are you feeling?

Like a new fish at Leavenworth.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

Good news is, you have a clean bill of health.

Yes, but I lost my watertight seal.

Yes, but you have peace of mind.

Yes, but now I can't wear white at our wedding.

(noisemakers blaring)

Yay, no polyps!

Way to go, Uncle Charlie.

Now you know how it feels.

Thanks for calling ahead.

There's the happy couple.

Welcome home.

Charlie, you remember my mother, Martha.

And this is my father, Tom.

Good to see you again.

You, too.

Nice to finally meet you, Charlie. Nice to meet you.

Uh, not much of a grip.

But you're probably a little weak from your anal probe.

Didn't make me stronger.

Isn't this great, Charlie?

Because you couldn't go see them, Chelsea's folks

dropped everything to come spend time with you.

Yeah. It's great.

Isn't it funny how plans work out?

Hey, I found some steaks in the freezer.

Thought we'd have a little barbecue.

Oh, Dad, he has to eat light for a while.

Oh, please.

He's been treated like a girl enough today.

He's not wrong.

I'm never wrong about what a man needs.

(sniffs) Good golly.

What's that fruity smell coming from your head?

It's an apricot conditioner.

It keeps my hair from getting frizzy

with all the humidity.

Oh, we need to get some meat in you, pronto.

Tom's always on guard against the homosexual agenda.

No offense.

* Men. *

You're a great cook, Tom.

Well, I always say,

a man's gotta be self-sufficient.

I agree.

All I need is booze, satellite TV and a housekeeper

and I could survive in a cave.

You know, if it were air-conditioned.

I gotta ask you something, Charlie.

Okay, I admit it.

I slept with your daughter.

But don't worry,

I'm still going to marry her.

Damn straight, you are.

Which brings me to my question.

When a man gets to be your age and he's never married,

it's usually for one of two reasons. One...

He's really lucky.

You're right, not funny, go on.

What I'm tryin' to say is,

when a man gets to be 40 and he isn't married,

he's either a rascal or a poof.

Interesting.

So? So what?

So which one are you?

Uh... actually, there's a third choice.

What's that?

Well, sometimes it takes a while

for a man to meet his soul mate,

like I finally met your daughter.

Soul mate? Yep.

So, poof.

Oh, just kiddin'.

How are my two favorite fellas doing?

We're just fine, princess.

I just cleaned the grill

and now I'm givin' your beau here a grillin'.

Well, stick a fork in me, 'cause I think I'm done.

Sorry, honey, my dad's always been a little overprotective.

Well, I have to be.

When it comes to men, you've always had a rotten picker.

No offense. I'm sure you're the exception.

I'm glad you're sure.

Dad, why don't you go see how mom's doing.

Oh, good idea.

She's jet-lagged and still pretty wound up

over having a Colored pilot.

What can I say?

Mommy and Daddy are horrible bigots?

But they're my parents, and I gotta love 'em, right?

You're askin' the wrong guy.

Look at them though.

42 years together

and they're still best friends.

Well, let's face it.

Who else would have them?

At least they don't lie to each other.

Okay, I get it.

I lied about the colonoscopy.

Trust me, I've been punished enough.

I'm just saying, if our marriage is going to last,

we have to make a commitment

to always be honest with each other.

You have my word.

You've given me your word before.

Well, then you'd be silly to take it again, wouldn't you?

What? I'm being honest.

So, how are you liking Los Angeles?

Well, the weather's lovely.

Oh, it is, isn't it?

What we don't care for are the freeways and Mexicans.

Yeah, yeah, they-they do get congested.

I think it's all the cheese they cook with.

How's everybody getting along out here?

Oh, everything's fine, dear.

Remember what we talked about?

No politics, religion or what have you.

You don't have to tell me twice.

I'm not a Polack.

Hey, Charlie, when we drove in,

I noticed a tavern down the road.

How about you and I go out for a drink?

Get to know each other a little better.

Uh... sure, I guess.

Although, if you're on the fence about me now,

alcohol isn't going to really improve my chances.

I think it's a terrific idea.

You boys have fun. All right.

I'm buying.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

He said he's buying.

Who would have thought that the best part of my day

would be having a colonoscopy?

* Men. *

To my future son-in-law.

Down the hatch.

Considering my day,

it'd be more like "up the hatch."

Cheers.

So, Alan, Chelsea tells me you're a chiropractor.

I imagine you give a great back rub.

Uh, well, I do, but there's a lot more involved than that.

I like back rubs.

But I need strong hands on me.

Martha's got these little parrot claws,

can't get deep in the muscle.

Let me see what you got.

Hmm. No calluses.

I prefer the feel of calluses.

If you want to see calluses,

check the inside of his right palm.

(men giggling)

Look at that.

You don't see that where I come from.

Oh, come on,

there's no gay people where you live?

Of course there are, but they got their own bar.

Little place called "The Log Cabin."

On Forrester Street.

Right next to the A&W.

(playing on jukebox): * Yes, I'm on my way...

Amazing that people in California

can behave that way in public.

Well, we kinda believe in live and let live.

Oh, that's baloney.

I believe in the sanctity of the family,

marriage between a man and a woman.

* Yes, I'm on my way...

But, damn, those fellas do look happy.

Probably 'cause in California they can't get married.

Really, really happy.

* Men. *

(laughs) Down the hatch.

Looks like my future father-in-law

has made some new friends.

Yeah. I'm a little confused.

I don't think you're the only one.

* Do you really want to make me cry. *

Oh, I love that song.

I hit it out of the park

on karaoke night at the VFW.

Chelsea didn't tell me you're a vet.

Yeah, Navy.

Submarine Corps.

Oh, six month tours under the polar ice cap.

Nothing to do but lift weights, shoot the bull

and enjoy the company of other men.

Six months with just men?

Not just men.

Young men.

Hard men.

And the hardest of them all was Edward Boyton,

Seaman Third Class,

and my best pal.

1966, we were in the Philippines for a week of R & R,

and we bought matching shirts.

Of course you did.

Oh, I remember one night,

it was real hot and humid.

I can still see the wet silk

clinging to his magnificent body.

Did you see this coming?

Uh-uh.

Then after we did our hitch, we both went our separate ways,

got married, raised kids.

We still exchange Christmas cards

and family photos every year.

Terrific. Great, great. Okay.

Why don't we drink up and go home.

He's still in great shape.

65 years old and solid as a rock.

He lives in Valencia.

Hey, how far is that from here?

Not so far.

It's right next to Magic Mountain.

It's far, Alan.

Real far.

Right, right, it-it's far.

Come on, let's get you home to your lovely wife.

Oh, she means well, but she doesn't understand me.

Well, you're obviously a complicated man.

Now, come on,

we've got a big day tomorrow.

Universal Studios, then Grauman's Chinese Theatre...

I want to go to Valencia.

Okay, we'll pencil it in.

See if we have time.

I want to go now!

I want to see Ed!

Yeah, but Ed is probably asleep.

You know, with his wife. You want to know a secret?

No, no, that's okay. Don't ask, don't tell.

That's our philosophy.

I brought my silk shirt

and a VHS copy of Ice Station Zebra

just in case, but shh.

ALAN: You know who was great in that movie?

Rock Hudson. Shut up.

* Men. *

You guys have fun?

Oh, yeah.

My dad's really something, isn't he?

Uh-huh.

Kind of a man's man.

You could say that.

TOM: I'm telling you, Martha, I can't live this lie anymore!

MARTHA: You're drunk!

Now come to bed. No!

It's a bed of lies!

I love Edward Boyton and he loves me!

What the hell is happening?

I don't know, but I have a feeling

your dad's going to Magic Mountain tomorrow.

* Men. *

* Men. *

Hey.

You get your mom on the plane okay?

Yeah.

How's she doing?

Pretty shook up.

It's not every day your husband tells you

he's leaving you for a 65-year-old man.

What bothers her more,

that her marriage is over or that her ex-husband

is now promoting the homosexual agenda.

I'm not in the mood, Charlie.

You took my dad to the hotel?

Yeah. Yeah.

I met this Edward Boyton he's been talking about.

Nice guy.

Oh, yeah?

Black guy.

Really?

Can I be the one to tell your mom?

I'm going to go lay down.

Hey, Chels?

What?

Given everything that's gone down with your dad,

I'm off the hook on the whole lying to you

about the colonoscopy thing, right?

Right.

Isn't it nice when things work out?