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There's no easy way to say this, Wesley,

so I'm just gonna come right out with it.

I think that's best.

( clears throat )

Your mother and I have considered

all of the possibilities available to us,

vis á vis our relationship difficulties.

And-- and in the current emotional climate,

- we feel... - Clay, can you just get on with it?

Right.

Mommy and Daddy are splitting up, pal.

- ( Wesley groans ) - Clay: Hey, hey.

That's what I don't want.

I don't want you blaming yourself.

It has nothing to do with you.

Wesley, I know that you are so tired

of hearing us argue.

And that is why this is the right thing

- for us to do. - Yeah.

We both love you very much.

I mean you're still the biggest star

in Daddy's sky.

Yeah.

I'm not sure we got through to him.

( Wesley moans )

He's a guy.

We have our own way of processing emotions.

( Wesley groans )

You know, I've seen some sad sack,

waste of space in my life,

but that scrimmage I just witnessed

was the worst thing I've ever seen

in my whole life, all right?

You guys need to pull your heads

out of your rectums and start playing hockey

like you mean it, okay?

You guys are the Wolf Pack,

not the Help a Granny Across the Street Pack.

of boys on a hockey-- Look, that didn't make sense,

but we're gonna do hard work on three. Ready?

Hard work on three. One- two- three.

All: Hard work.

We're-- all right, game face.

- Ready? - ( all roar )

That was terrifying, and not in a good way.

Work on it for tomorrow.

Boy: All right, guys. Good practice.

So it's really over, huh? Like 100% done?

Ice has been thin for a while, man. Finally broke.

Do you mind if I pursue Olive, then?

Like, romantically?

Could you pursue her if both your legs are broken?

Off-limits? Glad we established that boundary.

So how you feeling on this, man?

How will you end it? Break up?

Let's talk about it.

It's a sign, from the ice hockey gods.

You know what it is? It's a wake up call I need, man,

- to start this year. - That's a good way to look at it.

I'm glad you feel that way.

I was worried that loosing someone like Olive

would absolutely shatter you.

- I thought you would be a mess, you know. - ( chuckles )

So I'm glad your cup is half full on this one, you know?

( chuckles )

Where are you at on the grief scale?

Stage two. Anger.

- I want to kill him. - Oh, rash, but exciting.

This blindsided me.

I mean, I guess it was creeping along for a while.

Are my expectations off? Is it me?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous. - We had a plan.

It was such a good plan.

Wesley and I will be fine without him.

- Help me intubate this guy in four. - Okay.

"Nightmare on Elm Street," mine.

"Get Smart," you need that.

"The Departed," that's appropriate.

"Lethal Weapon," you stay here.

- "It's a Wonderful Life," - Uh, mine.

- It stays here. - No argument.

"E.T.," mine.

Oh, "Flashdance."

What about these?

Good times.

Clay: I look good as a blond.

- I'll make you copies. - Yeah, that'd be nice.

This is it for now.

I guess I might come back later,

in case I forgot something.

You're still wearing your ring.

You know, I'm sorry this didn't work out for us.

Yeah, me too.

- Wes! - ( Wesley barks )

- Come on! - Excuse me?

Let's hit the road, buddy.

( chuckles )

You think you're taking Wesley?

Wait, you think Wesley's staying here?

Well, this is where he lives,

so I don't know where else he would go.

Into the woods, with his dad.

That's where you're gonna live?

In that serial killer shack by the lake?

Don't you listen to her, Wes.

It's a very spacious pre-fabricated

- mobile domicile. - ( Wesley groans )

So what happens when you have

practice or a game, or you know...

I will take him with.

- Coach lets me get away with anything. - Hmm.

Perks of being a veteran.

You haven't put a second of thought into this,

have you?

A few, actually.

You're never home, and I'm not letting

my little butterbones become a latchkey dog.

- ( Wesley growls ) - I will figure something out.

Hmm. Unacceptable.

That is not happening.

I'm perfectly capable of looking after

Wesley James Lonnergan on my own.

- Come on, big fella. - No. You're not taking him.

- ( muttering ) - ( Wesley growls )

Clay: Let's let Wesley decide.

- I'm ready. Are you ready? - Going down, woman.

I've got an enema in an hour.

- Not mine. So could we just do this? - Olive: Ready.

Hang on, let me get a picture with him

and his two leashes real quick for his...

- ( camera clicks ) - various social media pages.

All right, on the count of three...

I want you to release your leashes,

and whoever he goes to gets to keep him.

It's okay. One... two...

Hey, if you go to your dad

we'll be able to hang out.

I'll give you so much bacon.

- Olive: Hurry. - Three.

Hey, sweetie, come on. Mommy loves you.

We'll give her a chance.

- Come on, baby. - Clay: Wesley!

- No, no, no, no, no. - No, no. Oh, yes, son.

- You've been a good boy. - Wesley!

- Wesley, don't listen to him! - You've been a good boy.

Wesley, who's the best little dog?

Who's the best? You're the best little--

- ( Wesley whimpers ) - Who's the best little doggie?

You're the best little doggie.

- Go on, yes! - I'm open, oh, he's--

Olive: No, no, Wesley, come back, please!

I mean, are we gonna do this all day,

or just most of the day?

Hey, who wants to wrestle?

- Come on, come on. - ( Wesley barking )

Come wrestle Daddy.

Come on, let's wrestle Daddy.

Clay: Oh, yeah, that's right.

Help! Wesley, help! ( screams )

- I like that. I like that. - Come on, Wes! Come on!

- ( Clay howls ) - Come on baby, you're so close--

Look at me.

Wesley! Save me!

I'm scared! I'm dying, Wesley, help!

- ( Clay barks ) - Oh, yeah?

- Olive: Oh, yeah? Oh, no! - ( other dog barks )

- Oh, no! - Wesley!

Wesley, don't! Come on!

- Yup, see ya. - Olive: Wesley, come on!

- ( sighs ) - Well, this is a perfectly good waste

- of a Saturday. - Great.

Yup.

Olive: Wesley, please!

( dogs bark )

Hey, guys, easy, easy.

( whistles )

Good.

Sit.

- ( Olive mutters ) - Wesley.

- Olive: Sorry - Man: Who's the owner?

I am.

That's me.

Clay: How did you?

Never unleash an untrained animal.

- Clay: Oh. - We would never usually do that.

- Clay: No. - But anyway, thank you.

What were you doing, Wesley? What were you doing?

By the way, can you teach me that? That whistling thing?

Ah, there's no trick to it.

What's your name, miss?

- Oh, Olive Greene. - Glenn Hannon.

Nice to meet you.

I run a rehabilitation and training center.

Clay Lonnergan from the Wolves, you know.

( chuckles ) If you...

if you ever want to improve Wesley's off-leash obedience--

Yeah?

- Come on down. - Great. Thank you.

Yeah.

( Clay whistles weakly )

- Man: Good night, guys. - Clay: You, too.

Glenn: Two hands.

Olive: What are you doing?

Well, you won't let me leave with Wes,

and I'm not leaving without him.

You can't stay here, Clay.

Okay.

Oh, didn't spill a drop.

I'm serious.

Life's too important to be taken seriously.

( Olive sighs )

You know that he is better off with me.

I know that you know that.

I know that you know that he knows,

it's my place or no place.

Look buddy, I'm trying,

but she's just not respecting your wishes.

Get out! Out!

Do I have time for a nap?

Maybe a quick massage?

All right, you, out. Come on!

- Get! Get up! - Is this a massage?

- Get! Ooh! - What are we doing right now?

- Get out of here. - Oh, Mommy...

God, oh boy! Come on.

Come on! ( groans )

Oh, that feels good.

This isn't funny, Clay.

- ( Olive groaning ) - ( Wesley whimper )

- ( Olive groans ) - Clay: Oh, oh.

All right, you want nasty Olive?

Sure.

I'll go get her.

Oh!

Don't forget the handcuffs, honey.

( Wesley whimpers )

That's what you have Daddy for.

Yes, Police, I would like to report an intruder.

- His name is-- - Let's go. Come on, baby.

Clay!

Clay!

Clay!

Wait, wait, wait.

- Clay! - Good boy.

You can't do this!

- ( Wesley barks ) - ( Clay laughs )

You're not serious.

Stop!

( panting )

You're crossing the line here, Clay.

If you don't turn around right now--

( sighs ) Don't make me hate you, Clay.

- Say bye-bye to Mommy. - No, no, no, no.

( Wesley barking )

( Olive panting )

Oh, it's on.

( Olive screams )

Man: Next case on the docket,

we have Greene versus Lonnergan.

The outstanding issue of contention

is the custody arrangements for a mixed breed dog?

( Wesley moans )

And joint custody is not an option?

Very much not so, Your Honor.

The microphone does not work.

Mr. Lonnergan, you claim that yours

is the only name on the pet adoption certificate?

Yes, that is certifiable.

May I see the document?

No, Your Honor.

I'm sorry?

It would be really great if you could just take my word for it.

Do you have the document, Mr. Lonnergan, yes or no?

Yes.

It's in my head, not in my actual hand.

Okay. The hard way it is.

Your Honor, if I may,

Mr. Lonnergan has already proven himself

to be an extremely reckless guardian.

Reckless? I'm sorry.

Reckless?

Your Honor, if having an awesome time

with my top dog is reckless,

then, yeah, guilty as charged.

- He took him snowboarding. - Yes, I did.

He told me he had the best time of his life.

- He was terrified. - You should have seen his little face.

His ears were pinned back.

Since Mr. Lonnergan cannot provide the adoption record,

- I am forced to consider other factors. - Yes.

Wesley, if he thinks at all, thinks 623 Hick Street,

- Miss Greene's residence, is his home. - Yes.

The evidence supports Miss Greene's contention

that she is the primary caretaker.

She pays for all the cost to provide for the animal

while Mr. Lonnergan here--

- I'm an ambassador of joy, Your Honor. - Uh.

Seems less prepared for the responsibility

of sole custody at this time.

It is the Court's decision to award sole custody

- to Miss Greene. - ( sighs )

Wait. Stop. Rewind. What--

Judge: Mr. Lonnergan will have visitation rights

every other weekend.

Well, I object. Overruled.

He's my dog.

I'm his Daddy. Every dog needs his daddy

and Daddy needs his dog.

Mr. Lonnergan, this ruling is temporary.

I'll assign a veterinary behaviorist

to evaluate you both and there will be

a continuance of this matter in sixty days.

At that point,

I'll decide who gets custody of the dog for good.

Understood?

Yes.

- ( gavel slams ) - Court's adjourned.

I warned you.

Give me Bumblebee.

- His name is Bumblebee Bob. Bumblebee Bob. - Uh huh.

If you think I'm just gonna roll over and play dead,

you're sadly mistaken.

Hey, buddy.

Bring it on.

Oh, I'm gonna bring it everywhere.

- Game face. - Give it to her.

( laughs )

- You look like a baby taking a dump. - That's right.

A little bit, yeah.

- You didn't even see it. - It was not good.

Say bye to Daddy. Say bye to your daddy.

- I'll fight for you, Wesley! - Bad day, all right?

- Come on. - No matter how long. No matter how far.

- Let's go, buddy. Come on. - Fight for you.

We'll get it. It's all right. Let's go. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

( whimpers )

This case is all about me proving how much

I love Wesley, right?

And what better way to do that

then by representing myself?

So a lawyer's too expensive, huh?

It's an absolute racket.

You're innocent until proven broke, man.

What do you got here? Doing a little reading?

"Winning Child Custody, A Father's Guide."

That one looks good. I think it's for real human children though.

What's this one? "Custody Warrior."

That one sounds a little aggressive,

but I mean, I like where your head's at.

Well, we are going to war, my friend.

The fun-loving Clay guy just not gonna work anymore.

I have to prove that I am a better,

more responsible parent than Olive.

( laughs ) Wow. How are you gonna do that?

- I have no idea. - Bit of a stretch, to say the least.

Oh, here's my nephew.

His deadbeat Dad bailed on him,

so my sister asked me to watch him

while she's at work.

Hey, Koji. This is my friend, Clay.

I'm gonna go get ready for practice.

You're gonna hang out here, all right?

See you later.

All right, boys, let's go!

Koji, right?

The dog walker will be by at 3:00.

This is just an experiment, sweetie.

If you don't like it, we'll find a daycare center

or something, okay?

Mommy got you a special DVD for dogs.

- ( Wesley growls ) - In case you get lonely.

It's two paws up, so that's good, right?

Uh... oh, baby, don't look at me like that.

Mommy has to go to work.

I'll be back soon. I love you, baby.

- ( Wesley whimpering ) - Oh, I know you're sad.

Give me a kiss. It's okay.

I miss you. I'm gonna miss you.

( Wesley whimpers )

Oh, I want a wet one.

Yeah, I know. Okay, I'm going now.

I have to go. Bye, baby.

( whimpering )

Wesley, Mommy's home.

Oh, oh, my God. Wesley?

Wesley!

Wesley!

Wesley?

Okay, okay.

Yes. Hello?

Um, I've been robbed and my dog is missing.

Oh, scratch that. We're fine.

My apologies.

What are you doing, little guy?

- What are you doing? - ( Wesley whimpers )

Are you serious?

Hi. Oh, sorry I'm late!

Clay: Hey, love you, buddy.

- Olive: Wesley, sit. - Clay: Look at you.

Hi.

Right, because you are always on time.

Olive: Wesley, come here. Stop, Wesley.

Is that a note about me being late?

I'm sorry, I cannot share my notes with you, Miss Greene.

Okay, sorry.

Welcome. I'm Dr. Wendy.

I'm a veterinary behaviorist,

and I've been appointed as a friend of the Court

to help determine who is best suited to care for Wesley

in the event of a custody ruling.

Can I just say, Dr. Wendy,

it is a pleasure to be here.

Well, it's a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Lonnergan.

( Clay and Dr. Wendy chuckle )

Clay: Thank you.

How about you, Olive?

Happy to be here?

Excuse me-- just so you know,

he's not really like this.

The clothes, the hair, the politeness.

- He's doing a thing. - Olive, I don't know what--

You will not con your way through this.

The real you will screw it up.

Olive, ahem, sorry, doctor.

Can we put aside our personal issues

and try and focus on why we're here?

- ( clears his throat ) - Olive: I hate you.

Do you often express your hostilities

in front of Wesley?

Mmm.

I'm not hostile. I'm just--

What are you writing?

Hey. Okay, baby.

Oh. Interesting.

Wow. Tension.

- Is he okay? - Shh.

I'm working now.

( Wesley growls )

( Dr. Wendy barks )

Olive: Okay, Wesley. Okay, Wesley.

Oh, that is what I was afraid of.

What?

- What did he say? - Is he okay?

Wesley is on the verge of psychological disarray,

I mean just look at him swimming around in there.

Lost in his own thoughts.

Well, what are we supposed to do?

Consistent discipline. Something he is clearly not familiar with.

Here.

- Take a look at these. - Love to.

We will meet again so that I can monitor

Wesley's progress.

In addition, I'll be assessing each of you individually

at your respective homes, so I can determine

who's providing the most nurturing environment for Wesley.

The only thing being nurtured in his trailer is E. coli.

Miss Greene, as Wesley's primary caregiver,

the burden lies with you to demonstrate an improvement

in his behavior by our next session.

Hmm.

We're all pulling for ya, Olive.

Psychological disarray. What are you doing to him?

Ah, that woman was clearly insane.

He's perfectly fine.

The professional doggie whisperer lady

says he's not, so, we've gotta do something.

He's fine. He's better than fine.

In fact, we've been having a riot lately.

Tearing it up big time.

Is that right, Butterbones? You've been tearing it up?

You know what, we should go see that Glenn guy.

He had a good whistle.

He doesn't need obedience training, okay?

And this thing that you're doing,

this brand new play thing, it isn't gonna work.

( Clay whistles weakly )

So you got a little cranky, and shredded the living room

happens to the best of us.

It doesn't mean you're in disarray,

does it?

Wesley?

( urinates )

Wesley James!

( sighs )

( Wesley whimpers )

That's it, mister. I'm calling the dog trainer.

Look what else I found. In 2004, right?

Joshua Little and Linda Perkins

waged a two year battle over their dog, Giggy.

Gigi? Giggy? What is it, French?

- Whatever. - That's-- probably.

After a three day trial, listen, this is a good part,

Mr. Little prevails.

Rhett: Hey, pass the puck, bud, to anyone else.

- Anyone on the whole team. - You're never gonna guess how he won.

What? Jo- hey, Jonah?

Jonah, do not lick the ice, bud.

Jonah: My tongue is stuck!

- I don't think Jonah's gonna work in the goal. - He made a video.

A video called "A Day in the Life of Giggy."

And he used it as evidence of what a great life

they had together.

He said it was the key part of him winning.

Hey, Dante! Stop fighting! Put your gloves back on!

No fighting!

All right, so that's the plan, man.

Just make an awesome video

showing how we are the ultimate ambassadors of joy.

- You with me? - Yeah, big time, for sure.

- Good man. - Hey, what are we doing?

We'll figure it out later. All right, hang on a second.

Hey, shift change, let's go!

Hey, Koj, what do you say? You ready to hop in here, bud?

Dude, can you talk to him?

Like a pep talk or something?

I can't get him on the ice at all,

and he's just like sad all the time.

What am I gonna say to him?

Dude, you're a professional hockey player.

Inspire him. Make something up about,

I don't know. Dedication, team work.

Whatever your coach says to you guys. I don't know.

Life.

It stinks. Right?

Just makes you so mad sometimes.

You know what I do, Koji, when life gets me mad?

I get mad right back at it.

Feels good to let off a little steam.

But I do it out there, man, on the ice.

Oh, yeah.

That's hockey, man.

Go ahead, try it.

I know you've got some steam in there.

Pick up this bag for me.

Just slam it down. Let out that steam.

Come on! Lift it! Ah!

How about this? Come on!

One two three. ( grunts )

That's hockey, man! Come on!

Oh, incoming!

Hey! What the hell's going on here?

Hockey.

Hockey?

Just hockey.

We should clean this up, huh?

( chattering )

It's okay.

Okay, folks.

Let's start the show.

I usually like to start with a little demonstration.

Ooh, a demonstration.

( speaking in foreign language )

( dog growls )

Meet Master Tank. He was picked up last night

at a police raided dog fight.

He's a trained killer.

( Wesley growls )

Your dog is 99.8% wolf.

I told you.

( audience gasps )

And wolves run in packs.

( barking )

( speaking in foreign language )

Your dog needs a pack leader.

Oh, Wesley, no.

- Sorry. Stop that. - Wesley.

Olive, right?

- Yeah, you remember my name? - Of course.

Would you say that you're this dog's pack leader?

Well, I'm his mommy.

( clicks his tongue ) Right here.

- You're the leader? - Yup.

- ( Wesley growling ) - Mmm mmm mmm.

I don't think Wesley thinks so.

He's uncomfortable, tense.

Really?

- Clay: Uh! Wesley! - Olive: Wesley. Wesley.

No, he just-- it's a little game.

- ( laughs ) - Little game.

- Olive: Oh! - Clay: Ah ha!

Wesley James Lonnergan.

( whistle )

Traitor.

I have to say Wesley needs help.

His behavior won't improve on its own.

That's a good boy.

- You just need a pack leader, don't you? - Is this guy for real?

- I think he's great. - Glenn: With a few more sessions,

he'll have the Hannon way down pat.

Okay.

Well, we can set up another group session like this

that you and your boyfriend...

Um, we're separated.

Recently. It's recent.

My one-on-one sessions are a fast track way

of helping your dog, but I only work

with one owner at a time.

Might that interest you?

- Yes. - No.

Fantastic. Okay.

Let's try something else.

( pucks thwacking )

Check him out.

( exhaling )

Hockey player: Not bad for an old guy.

( shouting in distance )

Bumblebee Bob?

It's his favorite stuffed animal,

and, you know, it's like a comfort blanket to him.

And, you know, it calms him down.

Your dog shouldn't need a comfort blanket.

- And... - Mmm-hmm...

Relax.

Don't worry. I'm gonna help you.

With the proper training,

these problems will go away.

Okay.

Okay, all right.

Let's start with posture.

What, Wesley's posture's bad?

Not Wesley's.

Yours.

There's a tension in your body

that Wesley can sense and it makes him anxious.

Watch.

Feel my upper body.

Excuse me?

Start with the shoulders.

You feel that?

Firm.

Yet relaxed.

It certainly is.

That's very good.

Hey, that was a great first session.

Remember, treat him like a dog.

Not like a child.

I'll try.

- It's what he needs. - Okay.

Hey, would you like to go out sometime?

Without Wesley. Just me and you?

Um... you mean on like a date type thing?

Yeah. Like a date type thing.

Is it okay if I think about it?

- Of course. - Okay.

- See you later. - Thank you.

- Good luck. - Thanks, okay.

I packed his Thermapaw boots in case it's icy.

This is what it was like Thursday nights

when I would go to my dad's.

Oh, almost forgot...

Shoot.

I can't find Bumblebee Bob,

so if he whines at night, here's my shirt.

What, you lost Bumblebee Bob?

Don't start.

- Hey. - Oh, baby.

Come here, baby.

Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.

I'm gonna miss you, Wesley. I'm gonna miss you.

( kisses )

You're a good mom, you know that?

Crazy, but good.

All right, buddy.

Oh, wait...

I thought we could both read this

and work on it together.

See what works for Wesley, what doesn't.

- You're seriously seeing this guy? - Yeah, twice a week.

Come on. You know, I was thinking about that.

When my parents split up, I was out of control.

Fights, tantrums, inappropriate peeing.

Case in point. He'll get over it.

He doesn't need... this guy.

Well, it was your idea,

so I guess I'm just going along with it.

Well, I'm full of bad ideas, you know that.

I do know that.

But, um, we're gonna keep doing it

'cause it's good for Wesley.

Bye, baby. Bye Wesley. Bye Wesley.

You done with this?

Well, I am now.

- Hmm. - ( woman speaking over P.A. )

Okay, what's going on?

What are you talking about?

Well, when you get nervous,

you eat like a zombie.

The trainer guy that asked me out.

Oh, the handsome dog guy with the pecs?

- Mmm-hmm. - Okay. So, what's the problem?

Well, I don't know if Wesley's ready for me

to have another man in my life.

Well, I think we both know who's not ready.

Who says I need a man?

Oh, good plan. Yeah,.

Keep your heart in a cage and die alone.

( woman speaking over P.A. )

You wanna try this again, okay?

Put the black and white filter on there, always--

It looks like film noir, right?

Yeah, it'll look, yeah.

- Wesley. - Action .

Did I hear-- well, you can't be shooting now.

I've gotta-- I'll give him the instructions

and then you shoot, okay?

- Yeah. - You got this.

Wes, Daddy is going to throw this stick,

you run,

you pick up the stick, listen, listen,

this is the part where you always forget.

You gotta bring it back to Daddy, okay?

Don't run off.

Koj, you ready?

- It's take number... - Seven.

Seven. Okay.

Buddy, one, two, three, go!

- Nope. - Nope.

That's uh... shall we try it again?

Go!

There he goes. It's a good start.

So wait, why don't we like this guy?

What's his face?

- Glenn. - Yeah, Glenn.

- What's his problem? - * Duh-duh-duh-duh!

- Ooh. - Right?

Oh, because he looks like a well-read super hero?

I can see why Olive's into him.

- This dude is a babe. - No, no, no, no.

- She's not into him. - No?

No. She just thinks a couple of one-on-one sessions might help.

- I agree. - Oh, yeah, I bet she does.

What, you think I'm worried about him?

- I mean-- - I'm a professional hockey player, dude.

I'm not a dog trainer.

I get that you play for a minor league team.

- And secondly... - The Wolves.

Yeah, minor league team.

And you're not re-- this guy's rich, man.

He's got books out.

He's got that super hot rich face.

- Well, this is my year. - For what?

Hot rich face? What does that mean?

Yeah, I don't know. The face is hot and rich.

Koj, Yeah! Tell him to bring it back now.

Oh! You've been a good boy.

Stay back.

Dude, all I'm saying is I got your back,

but, I mean, the average age of retirement

for an NHL goalie is what? 28? 29? 30?

We've had this discussion. Moe Roberts.

- Played for the Black Hawks until he was 46. - All right.

- A hundred years old, okay. - That's besides the point.

Wouldn't that be crazy if this dude is Wesley's new stepdad?

I mean look at that-- God, that jaw line is just--

chiseled like a Roman God, like a marble bust.

That is a... uh, God, that's a sharp lookin' man.

You know what, I'll get Olive to give you his number

and you can ask him out on a date yourself.

Well, is this bothering you? If this is bothering you,

are you having second thoughts about the whole Olive thing?

- No, I just want my dog back. - All right.

Rhett: Ambassadors of Joy, take one.

Hey, hey!

Oh, hi.

Uh... before we have our hot chocolate in the morning,

Wesley and I like to take a little five-mile run

around the lake, don't we, buddy?

Let's go!

- Oh-oh. - Koji: Wesley!

- Koji: Go! Go! - Rhett: Okay.

Hey, Koj, cut that, Koj.

Hey, your dog's still here.

Koji: Action.

Ahem.

Me and Wesley, we even do laundry together.

Don't we, buddy? Bring it here.

Oh, yeah. Out, out, out.

( laughs ) Oops!

Leave it for Daddy. This is Daddy's now.

Daddy's gonna put that on.

- Oh, oh! That's Daddy's. - Nope, nope.

Rhett: See, it's going great.

We're just inseparable. I don't know what it is about him.

- It's just-- his coat. - ( geese squawking )

His lovable little--

( Wesley barking )

- Clay: And he-- he just does... - Rhett: Cut.

things like that.

Where's he going?

- ( growling ) - Wesley!

This is--

Hi. Yes, I've made several canine-friendly

accommodations to Wesley's living quarters.

And he just loves it.

This is my latest version of canine carpentry.

( chattering )

Clay: Wesley! Wesley!

Should we start over on that one? I mean--

- I thought it was pretty good. - Is that good for court?

You wanna show the judge that?

That dog house?

I mean we can show the judge that dog house--

We can put like another level in post.

( mumbling )

Ko-- Koji, let's cut.

He's doing a poo, He's doing a poop.

Oh, that a boy.

He's droppin' a deuce.

We don't need him.

What more could we want, Butterbones, huh?

A ping pong table?

Jacuzzi?

Hey, look at me.

I know how it feels to be from a broken home, pal.

( Wesley whimpers )

You got me.

It's enough, right?

Obviously not.

Let's see if this works.

Mommy's shirt.

Yeah, like that, huh?

( sighs )

Here we are.

- Dinner was fantastic. - Yes.

Remind me never to share dessert with you again.

I think I had one spoonful.

I'm sorry. It was so good,

And I haven't really been to anywhere that special

in a long time, so thank you.

Oh, that's a real shame.

Well, it was a great night. Thank you.

It doesn't have to end.

- Um... - Can I tell you something?

Yes.

Secret.

Oh.

Um...

Yeah, I'm just not--

I-- I just think it's too--

It's okay. No, I get it. I get it.

- There's no need to rush things. - Sorry.

- No, no need to rush things. - Yeah, I just--

- It's okay. - Okay, yeah.

I-- um-- just--

It just feels right with you.

It really does.

Thank you, that's nice.

Thank you for understanding.

Um... okay, well good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

- Call me or something. - Okay.

( loud whistle )

That cleared your head. Am I right?

Totally clear. Yup. Thanks.

Oh, yeah.

( grunting )

- ( shouts ) - ( laughs )

Hey, you guys!

Ooh, Wesley, come here, baby.

Come here. Ooh, yes, baby, yes.

How are you? How are you?

Who? Wesley.

Wesley!

Yeah.

Mommy missed you.

- Oh, he loves it here. - Yeah?

Well, thanks for showing him a good time.

It's what I do.

So, how was he behavior-wise?

Oh, he was-- he was a perfect gentleman.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Muah.

No whining at night or tearing things up?

None of that?

No. My diagnosis...

he just needed some alone time

with his "papparooni."

- Okay. - Mmm-hmm.

Okay, bye.

Wesley, are you being better with Daddy

- than you are with me? - ( Wesley barks )

( cheering, shouting )

Hayden, Dump and chase.

Clay: We'll work on that shooting now, buddy.

That a boy.

Oh! That's okay, hey.

Rhett: ...where did you get a donut?

Clay: Let's try one more, come on.

Rhett: Focus on the ice, all right?

Don't jump the puck.

You're gonna look at the puck real quick.

Then you're gonna look where you're gonna shoot.

Go!

That's all right, let's try it again.

Let's try that again.

This stinks. I can't do it.

Whoa, hey.

How are you gonna score without a stick?

Huh? What happens when the puck comes at you?

What if another puck comes flying at you?

What if another puck...

Are you just gonna hit it away like that?

Oh.

Oh ho ho ho.

Rhett! I think we found your goalie.

Yeah?

Clay: Welcome to the crease club.

I know, I know, I need it. Can I have it back?

Wesley, I need it back.

I need it back. I need it back.

Wesley, remember you're not supposed to sleep with me

in the bed anymore.

You're gonna have to go to your own bed.

I'll take you in a few minutes.

You can snuggle for now. Yeah, you can snuggle.

This is nice, right? Just the two of us?

Yeah. We don't need Daddy, right?

It's better without him.

No more snoring.

No more screaming at the TV.

Mmm-hmm.

No more wet, stinky hockey socks.

It's better, right?

Yeah.

This is Wesley's first time here.

Oh, Wesley will make fast friends here.

We're a family, really.

Happy On Day Care is a perfect place

for Wesley to play, laugh, and discover.

- Are those-- um? - Those are original works.

We set aside a portion of each day

for arts and crafts.

They are just so talented.

I can see that.

He's gonna love it.

Okay. Thank you.

Mommy has to go. Have a great time.

Okay. I'll give you the leash back.

- ( Wesley growls ) - Woman: Free yourself of those thoughts.

- Get that energy flowing. - Okay, Jen, the energy's starting to flow

right down through his tail, so I'm gonna use the paw

dip it in the paint.

Think of the birds on the trees.

Get the paw-- there you go.

Feel his energy shift? His energy shifted when you did that.

All the way through his tail, okay?

- ( Wesley whimpers ) - Wesley, when you're ready,

why don't you come make a painting?

( barks )

Lindsay, the burnt sienna?

( Wesley continues barking )

( all dogs barking )

Somebody stop him! He's Jackson Pollock-ing the hallway.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Stop him!

- ( Wesley barking ) - No, no, no, no, no!

Get back here! Wesley!

That is what I'm trying to say.

I think clearly the dog has some sort of anxiety disorder.

- ( dogs barking ) - ( Wesley whimpers )

- What? - Kenneth, I have to call you back.

Sir, Wesley ruined a number

of paintings today.

Not to mention my office.

Paintings?

Why is he painting anyway?

Why is he in a cage?

He was being overly animated,

so I put him in a timeout corner.

You're lucky I don't get overly animated with you.

Please don't point your finger at me, sir.

There's three more pointing back at you and your dog.

What's up next? Water boarding? My goodness.

Come here, buddy. Unbelievable.

Clay, what are you doing here?

You listed him as your emergency contact,

so when I got your voicemail, I called him.

- Sorry. - Emergency, really?

Did you see the hallway?

Shut the door, please.

Clay: You put him in doggy Guantanamo.

It was nothing like that.

A torture chamber. Can I ask you a question?

Would you rather leave him with complete strangers

than with his own daddy?

They were not strangers. It was doggy daycare.

You could have just called me. I would have taken him.

But it was not your day to have him.

- Why does he have to-- - ( barks )

- Olive: What-- - Clay: Wesley, come here.

- Olive: Come here! - That lamp shouldn't be there anyway.

You need to realize that you may no longer be married,

but you still share custody of Wesley.

You need to manage that, both for Wesley and for yourselves.

Yes, Dr. Wendy.

Maybe the dog lady's right.

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean I still get a knot in my belly

when I think back to my mom and dad

were just at each other's throats.

It's not good.

We don't have to be like that.

No, we don't have to be like that.

I don't wanna be like that.

Maybe it would be good for Wesley if we, you know,

were together every once in a while.

Once in a while we should get the band back together.

That would be nice.

Okay.

Olive: Clay, cake!

When I get the cake, you guys keep Wesley here.

You know, this was a good idea.

We need plates.

Plates.

- I never fixed this, huh? - You never fixed it. ( chuckles )

- You remember? - Do I remember?

Listen, at the end of the longest road trip...

I couldn't wait to get you in the bedroom.

I willingly jumped up there.

Hung on for dear life.

So...

This is nice, right?

- ( Wesley barks ) - Yeah, I know, I know.

He's getting impatient down there.

- Up top. - ( mumbles )

Ooh, man. How about you?

Ow.

Wesley's really happy, right?

Yeah, look, he's like every little guy,

he just wants to see his parents happy.

- ( doorbell rings ) - Together. Having fun.

Come on, man.

So what are we gonna do about that?

I'm sure we can figure something out, right?

Like what?

- Like... - Glenn: Hello, hello...

Where's the birthday dog?

Oh! Olive!

( mutters )

Yeah. Right on, buddy.

Hey, Glenn.

Clay, what's up?

Didn't know you were coming.

- Did you invite Glenn? - No. Hi... I did not.

Well, he's here.

I mean I may have mentioned it, but--

Oh, I was in the neighborhood and uh--

we've been-- we've been seeing a little bit

- of each other lately. - Yeah, yeah, she told me

about the uh, the private sessions, it's great.

And we're dating.

- Awesome. - Yup.

Hey, Wesley! Who's a good boy?

Yeah. Happy birthday.

- Here you go. - Whatever.

Hi.

- Hi. - How are you?

Good, nice to see you.

Olive: Yeah, it's good. How are you?

I'm just gonna put this--

Yeah, I need a big knife to cut this.

Glenn: Who's this guy?

- Yeah, Let's get some-- - This is Koji.

- Clay: Koji. - This is Emily.

You already met Libby.

- Olive: You met Clay. - Glenn: Oh, yeah, my man, Clay.

All: Is he one? Is he two? Is he three?

( rock music playing )

( shouting )

- Come on! - Do it!

( shouting )

( shouting, grunting )

( shouting )

( grunts )

How do you like me now? Let's go again.

And when it hurts. Let's go!

Nice job, Lonnergan. Looking good.

Thanks, Coach.

Doing great. Feeling great.

Wesley and I have been training with Glenn Hannon.

Do you know him? He's got a great reputation.

Oh, huh, I believe it's important

that dogs sleep in their own bed.

Oh, yes, of course. He loves his bed.

He sleeps in that bed every night.

Never ever sleeps with me.

- Hmm. Really? - Yeah, no.

Can you please direct him to get in his bed?

Oh, yes, of course I can.

Yes.

- Wesley... - ( Wesley groans )

Into your bed.

Wesley. Into your bed!

Wesley, get into your bed!

( groans )

- Yeah. - Well, we're a work in progress.

Uh-huh.

But look at him. He's so cute.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Hi. - Oh, hey.

How is practice going?

This is my year.

Here.

Um... well this is the last visitation

until the court reconvenes, so...

I-- I told you I'd make you a copy of this.

- Thanks. - Mmm-hmm.

- All right. - Okay.

Let's go be men, huh?

Get that stick ready, man. You've gotta get--

you've gotta get that stick ready, yeah?

No?

Get frustrated.

Get angry.

I quit.

Listen to me, sometimes you do everything right

and the puck's still gonna go in.

It doesn't change who you are, man.

All right?

You got this.

( Wesley whimpers )

Muah!

( barking )

Hey.

Big day tomorrow, Butterbones.

Dr. Wendy is coming.

I need you on your best behavior, buddy.

Yeah.

Ah, that's disgusting.

( sighs )

( whimpering )

Oh, you know that's Mommy's shirt, don't you?

I miss her, too, buddy.

( muttering ) He was killed.

( Wesley whimpers )

Hey, buddy.

What is it?

Oh, you've been a bad boy.

Wes!

Okay, okay.

Ugh!

Hey! Get down.

( panting )

Sh--

( clanging )

Ugh!

Stay. Stay. Bad boy.

Yes, you are. Bad boy.

Ugh.

Oh!

Wes! Wes! Hey, buddy. Come here.

Nudge the door, buddy.

Nudge it. Nudge it.

Mr. Lonnergan!

Mr. Lonnergan, are you okay?

Fabulous. Oh, boy, yeah. How are you?

- Mr. Lonnergan. - I'll be with you in a minute.

Why is there smoke?

Hey, buddy, yeah. I love you, too.

Go turn the oven off.

Something is burning.

Steam from the shower. I'm good.

- Uh-huh. - It's all good, yeah.

Mr. Lonnergan, we have an appointment right now.

I'm coming!

- Uh! - ( Wesley barks )

Wes, uh!

For God sakes.

- ( kettle whistling ) - ( alarm sounding )

Agh!

God! ( screams )

Wes!

Where is she?

I'm coming!

Don't go!

Oh, my, God!

( sighs )

Come on, baby, come on!

Outside, outside.

Outside. Good.

( clears his throat )

Dr. Wen--

Dr. Wendy!

Hey! Dr. Wendy!

Dr. Wendy!

Wesley! Hi, baby.

- Here. - What's wrong?

Well, congratulations on winning the case.

What are you talking about?

I blew the evaluation.

It was a total frickin' disaster.

Oh, Clay.

What? What?

Wanna come inside and have some tea?

Come on.

All right.

I'll have some tea.

It's probably for the best.

I didn't deserve him.

- I mean, don't say that. - What?

35 years old with a broken body and a broken life.

It's awesome.

Come jump on the Clay train.

( imitating a train whistle )

( chuckles ) Clay.

Honey, we could have avoided this whole mess

if I just--

What?

What's that?

Oh, those are costumes.

Costumes for what?

For the festival.

Really?

You two are going to the doggy festival without me.

I didn't think it would really make any sense

for you to go.

( scoffs )

And Glenn, his center's having a demo

and he asked me to help, so--

Awesome.

Boys, this is it, all right? First game of the season.

We've got a big game tonight, okay?

Those other guys are really moving out there.

I don't know if you saw them in warm-ups. I need 110%

from all of you guys. We're gonna go out there and crush

the Papa John's Wolverines, all right?

All: Yeah! Rhett: Koji, right, Koji?

Hey, come on, Koji, keep your head in the game, my man.

- All right? You ready to go? - Yeah.

You ready? You're our tender tonight, buddy.

What are we going to do? Stop some pucks?

All right.

( sighs ) Damn it, Clay.

All: Go Wolf Pack!

( shouting, clamoring )

Man: Mark, get up! Get up!

Hey, Clay, you in here?

What?

Dude, open this door.

Leave me alone.

Where were you, man? We just won.

Koji was awesome. Thanks for showing up, man.

Real nice.

Congratulations. Now leave me alone.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say this mess in here is a cry for help.

This is disgusting. What's wrong with you?

Well, this mess is Clay Lonnergan.

Wifeless and dogless.

What do you mean dogless? Where's Wesley?

Well, look around, man. This is what the good doctor saw.

Game over.

What about that super sweet video we were making?

What about that?

Oh, that. It was "Apocalypse Now," with a dog.

And just to stick the knife in a little further,

I find out she's going to the dog festival.

I mean, you know that's my favorite day of the year, man.

And she's going in a sweet ladybug outfit

and with that tool bag, Glenn.

Okay, just because Glenn has, literally, perfect bone structure

doesn't mean you need to give up on this whole thing, all right?

Uh, it's not giving up. There's no fight.

And people you love always leave you.

Ain't that right, Koji?

Huh?

Yeah, you know all about it.

There's nothing any of us can do about it,

so that's what I'm gonna do. Nothing.

For the last time, both of you,

get out of here!

Hey, I know you're hurting right now, but you don't dare

talk to my nephew like that, all right? He's nine years old.

Pull it together, man! You're an adult.

This is embarrassing. Let's go, Koj.

Sometimes you do everything right,

and the puck still goes in.

I didn't do everything right, though.

So? Try again.

Even monkeys fall from trees.

Even monkeys fall from trees.

I think I really hurt Clay.

Well, honey, I mean you both have been at each other

for quite some time, I mean--

- I know. - Really?

Yeah, but, I guess.

But he was so sad when he saw

that I was going to the festival without him.

You know what, I thought he wanted to have a family.

- Right? - He did. He said he did.

I know he did.

Then he started to get all weird

and he started pushing back

and I don't know what is going on in his head.

Obviously, a lot.

But-- if he ever figures it out,

he'll make a great father

to somebody some day.

All right, that was a good one, bud,

we're gonna try it again, ready?

Get low. Get ready. All right, here we go.

Oop.

Rhett, can I have a word, buddy?

Yeah, you can come over if you wanna talk.

Oh, oh!

Oh!

I just-- I wanna ask... can you forgive me?

I'm asking your forgiveness. Please forgive me.

You okay, bud?

Now I have a plan, but I need your help.

I don't suppose either of you guys

has a sewing machine?

I do.

You loved me, even when I was an ass.

And I will never forget that.

Olive, you are the wings to my heaven.

Wow, dude. I didn't know you had that in you.

Neither did I.

- It's so good. - Koj?

Nice job.

- Let's do this. - Yeah.

* Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na *

* Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah You told us once *

* You said that anything goes *

* Now we're thinking twice, that's right *

* To never go forward the way that you oughta *

* Whispers in the spanning sounds *

* that nothing's strictly out-of-bounds... *

Come see a free demonstration.

Lead your pack. You can pull your misbehaving pup

the Hannon way.

Come see a free demonstration.

Ooh, read your pack, and control

your misbehaving pup the Hannon way.

Hi, Dolly.

Woman: Hi, Clay, good to see you.

Yeah.

Hi!

( crowd chattering )

See a demonstration.

- I'll check it out. - Okay.

Woman: Thank you for coming. Wonderful costume.

- Suzy! - Hi.

- Hey, it's Clay. - Uh-huh?

- I need to ask you a really big favor. - Mmm-hmm?

Your dog is 99.8% wolf

and wolves run in packs.

Any pack leaders here today?

We're trying to turn you into pack leaders.

- I can't wait to read that. - Pretty good.

Enjoy.

- I'm a hit. - Good!

Do you mind handing out brochures,

I gotta go to the truck for another box of books.

- Of course. - All right.

Uh, are you gonna wear that all day?

I was planning on it.

- I'll be two minutes. - Okay.

Stay.

( chuckles ) Just kidding.

Jo Jo? Jo Jo? Just stand down.

Ringo, give us four, man.

Just gonna take over, Bobby Dee.

Yeah, I cleared it with Sally,

- she said-- - Okay cool, man.

Hey...

How do you get-- this cord is so long.

Man: Come on, you go this!

- I got it. - Thank you.

Ugh!

Man: Look at this guy!

Clay: Olive! Dr. Greene!

Is that Daddy?

I'm not the butthead that you know.

I'm Bob and uh, well, I mean,

a bee ain't nothin' without honey.

You're my honey.

I thought you were gonna hand out brochures.

- Uh-huh, I was. - Well, and you loved me

even when I was, well, just an ass.

And a big one.

And I will never forget that.

- Never. - Is that Clay?

- It is. - Clay: You're honey.

- What the hell is he doing? - Clay: That's right.

I don't know.

You, Olive, are the wings to my heaven.

People think you're my girlfriend.

You look bad, I look bad.

Glenn.

- Hey, I look good, right? - You look great.

I mean, this is-- you're killing it.

- She's gonna love it, right? - Uh, good job, man.

Thanks, guys.

Uh, I'm not sure what you're trying to do here,

but I think it's time for you to see yourself out.

You know what, Glenn, I think there's a poodle that needs help.

- You're embarrassing yourself. - Really?

( laughs )

Give me a drumroll.

( drumroll )

Ah! Oh!

Stay down, Bumblebee Bob.

Easy, Mr. Bee. Come on, Bumble, just stay down.

Man, this is just a couple of grown men

fighting in a dog festival.

Taking on a ice hockey champion!

Wesley! Wesley!

Wesley!

- ( Wesley barking ) - ( shouting, clamoring )

You guys, this is not good.

- Clay: Get down! - Olive: Come here, Wes.

Come here, come here, boy.

Clay: You want more?

- Come on! - Who's laughing now?

Olive: What are you doing? Stop.

Why are you doing this?

It was the insect who started it.

Guys!

Olive, what do you think?

I'm...

You didn't like it?

You thought this would make everything okay?

Well, yeah.

Oh, my God.

( imitates buzzing )

Cute isn't enough.

I'm done waiting for you to grow up.

I'm just done.

- Easy come, easy-- - ( grunts )

- Ugh! - Hey, come on, dude. Let's go.

- Glenn: God, are you kidding me? - Koji: Weirdo.

Dude, get up, come on.

You stay down there with your dumb face.

- ( gavel pounds ) - First Circuit Court

of the state of Illinois, Judge Hutcheons presiding.

Court is now in session.

Mr. Lonnergan, on your final court appointed visit,

Dr. Wendy reports that not only was she unimpressed

with your living conditions, she found you to be,

and I quote, "A complete lunatic."

It was a bad morning, I'll give her that much.

Miss Greene clearly has the more stable home

and this probably would have been the deciding factor,

that is until I took a look at the adoption records.

Your Honor, those documents are missing.

Judge Hutcheons: The dog rescue agency was able to locate a copy.

Thank you.

Prior to marriage, the adoption records

were signed by Clay Lonnergan.

That makes Wesley the legal property

of Mr. Lonnergan.

This is no longer a custody issue.

Bailiff, please return Mr. Lonnergan's property to him.

Court adjourned.

- No. - Are you kidding me?

- That's it? - I'm sorry, Miss Greene.

What? But-- who makes these laws?

Wesley's property?

- Miss Greene. - I'm sorry.

When was the last time your car was happy to see you?

Or your couch? A piece of property can't love you back.

So don't tell me that my dog is the same

as a stupid TV or a lamp.

Because he's not. He's not.

Enough.

Oh, God.

Come on.

Come on, buddy.

All right, little buddy,

Daddy's gonna go to work now, okay?

Good boy.

Okay.

Look at this.

We are gonna make you a bed

of freshly washed jerseys.

That one's not so fresh.

Okay, buddy.

There you go.

All right. Come here.

Seventy minutes of hell, my friend.

Love you.

Hi Coach, you wanna see me?

Lonnergan, come on in.

I gotta tell ya, you've been extremely impressive

- these past few weeks. - I've been trying.

Longo's out with a sprained ankle.

They're calling you up.

Huh.

- ( Clay chuckles ) - Knock 'em dead, kid.

I haven't been called kid in a while.

- Thanks, Coach. - Good luck to you.

( barking )

Rhett, they're calling me up.

( sighs )

Oh, Wes!

Wesley!

( car horns honking )

Wesley!

( tires screeching )

( phone rings )

- Clay? - Ollie...

uh...

I lost Wesley.

- What? - I lost Wesley.

Just tell me where you are.

I've been looking all night for him.

- I just can't-- - I'll be mad at you later,

let's just find our dog.

Okay, people, we need to work quickly.

Let's assume he's walking at a normal pace in this urban environment.

He could be in an eight mile radius.

He's an approachable mid-size dog,

so that means that he should be easy to spot.

We've gotta get the fliers up fast.

There are staple guns and tape in my trunk.

Let's go find Wesley.

All right, let's do it.

Clay: Let's go. Come on, guys, come on!

* Love you like a razor in the snow *

* Cut me up before I'd even know *

* Cage me up now, baby, then then go... *

Clay: I'll just lift you.

One, two, three.

* Hanging me black and white all over town *

Clay: You're almost as heavy as me, man.

* Tell your friends I'm lost *

- * but you are found - Thank you.

* Love you really don't...

Good job there, dude.

Bring it in. Beautiful.

Watch your fingers.

And...

- ( Clay mutters ) - Dude, we gotta go.

If we're gonna make it we have to leave right now.

- Rhett, I'm not going anywhere. - Man...

- I've gotta find my dog. - Come on.

No, no, no. Gotta get all these flyers up.

We can give them to Olive.

- Dude. - Don't dude me.

- God. - Olive: What's going on?

He got called up, but we're not gonna make it unless we leave right now.

- He got called up? - Yeah.

Rhett: Come on, dude, let's go!

Clay, you gotta go. You got called up.

I'm right where I need to be, Olive.

Yeah, but, I've got this covered, okay?

You just-- this is everything you've been working for--

( gasps )

This guy.

Is that guy taking down our fliers?

Why would...

Come on. Come on.

- Oh. - Hey!

Just stay back. This may get dicey.

I've lived with you for five years, I know dicey.

Why are you giving this to me?

( squeals ) Ow!

Clay: Shh. There he is.

Clay: Wes.

Here, buddy.

( mutters )

( Clay whistling )

- Wesley, baby. - Hey, buddy.

Olive: Hi, Wesley!

His name is Bandit and he's my dog.

That's right. His name is Bandit.

His name's Wesley. It says it on his collar.

He's our dog.

- Clay: Oh, whoa, whoa. - Get out of here.

Easy big fella.

( Wesley barking )

- Easy. - ( Wesley growls )

Listen, buddy, I'm sure you got your problems, man.

Let me tell you, brother, I got mine, but right now,

the only problem I have is you.

That dog is my life.

I got nothing without that dog.

All right, so-- I'm asking.

One bum to another bum.

Let us take our boy home.

And just so you know, he can bench press 300 pounds.

Give or take fifty.

- Baby, do you wanna-- - Thank you. Thank you.

Hi, baby, come here.

All right.

Olive: Thank you so much. Let's go.

- Do you like hockey? - I love hockey.

Here's 20 bucks.

You and Gandalf, Go see the Wolves.

I'll probably just buy crack.

- Koji: Wesley... - Hey, man, we've gotta go right now.

- Let's go, ready? - Yeah.

- Come on. - Koji: We were looking all over for you.

- One second. - Olive: Okay, okay.

All right.

Listen, we could be gone for a while.

I mean, I don't know how long Longo's gonna be out for.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- When do you leave? - Tonight. After the game.

Take care of your daddy.

Hey, if we don't leave right now, we're gonna miss it.

- Let's go, let's go. - Go.

- Have a great game. - I will.

Come on! Race you to the car!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

My grandma runs faster than that, Koji.

Clay: In the car, Wes! You too, Koji.

Rhett: There you go, buddy. All right, yeah, come on.

( sighs )

( hard rock music playing )

Announcer: Clay Lonnergan gets his first start in goal tonight

for the Chicago Bulls in front of a sold-out crowd.

Now pressure's on his shoulders.

He's worked very hard for this.

He'd love to be the number one guy,

Has to be very nervous.

( crowd cheers )

- Olive, hey, it's Rhett. - Come in.

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

- Why aren't you at the game? - Shh, just listen, okay?

Okay, I've been doing a lot of thinking

and I understand now that our timing was all wrong

and that--

- ( exhales ) just-- hang on, just-- - Are you okay?

Shut up. shut up for a second.

Okay, I've been thinking about a lot of things

and I understand now that our timing was all wrong.

You were ready to start a family and I wasn't

and now I'm ready, but you moved on

and I have to live with that.

But it doesn't mean Wesley should have to.

I know now that he needs his mom just as much

as he needs his dad and that's why I want--

Koji, Koji, now!

That's why I want you to always be in his life.

So forget what the judge said, he'll always be our dog.

Um, Clay wrote that, in case you were wondering.

I didn't write those words. I don't feel those things towards you.

Those are-- that's how Clay thinks.

And I think we're-- I think we're done here, right?

Okay, See ya. Come on, buddy.

We did it. We gotta go. Let's go.

See ya, Wesley. See ya, Olive.

Oh, baby.

( hard rock music playing )

( crowd roars )

( cheering )

( audience clapping in rhythm )

( audience chanting ) Lonnergan!

Lonnergan!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,

here comes your Chicago Wolves.

The fans have been waiting for a long time.

This game, a lot rides on it.

First place, playoff implications,

and the arch rival, Admirals, from just down the street.

- ( music playing ) - (crowd roars )

( cheering )

Okay, let's go. Let's go!

Move!

Let's go Lonnergan! I got your back.

How you doin', man?

( hard rock music playing )

( buzzer sounds )

Announcer: Clay Lonnergan gets hit, and he is down.

Announcer #2: And that is too bad. He has been terrific tonight.

- ( Clay chuckles ) - Might be the best game I've ever seen you play.

- It was amazing. - Clay: Oh, that's good to hear.

You got your bell rung, but you're gonna be fine.

- Right, Koj? - Yeah.

Why don't you give him a high five, we gotta take off.

I'll live to fight another day, man.

- ( chuckles ) - Rhett: Here we go.

All right, buddy, we'll see you in the waiting room.

Ready, Koj?

Come on, buddy.

The x-rays are negative.

You should be good to go in a day or so.

Thanks, Doc.

Mr. Lonnergan, your doctor is ready to see you now.

I just saw the doctor.

Hi.

Hi.

The boys delivered your message.

How badly did they screw it up?

Well, it was Rhett, so it was pretty bad.

That guy.

But it was perfect.

- Really? - Mmm-hmm.

- Like perfect or-- - Like perfect. Perfect.

So I was thinking that there might be a way

for us to both take care of Wesley together.

How?

Come back home.

I just have one question.

Ahem.

Will you stop divorcing me?

I think I fell back in love with you just now.

Now, I know things haven't been normal lately,

then again, they never are, right?

( Wesley growls )

There's gonna be a little transition,

but you'll be fine.

You ready for this, Butterbones?

Yeah.

Come here! Come here! Come on!

Let's go surprise Mommy.

Let's go.

On three. One, two, three.

Go.

Wesley, meet Danny.

Hi, baby.

( all laughs )

You're a big brother now.

( growls )

Oh. ( laughs )

Uh-oh.

Clay: He'll get used to it, right?

Olive: Wesley, Wesley, he loves you.

* If destination's where you're going *

* I can't wait to see the morning *

* I can't wait to see the sun shine in you *

* Getting nervous makes me worry *

* Sleep, wake up in such a hurry *

* I can't wait to see the sun shine in you *

* What's important, get euphoric *

* Oh, safe to say I'm sane *

* Get to know you

* Get to show you

* Oh, safe to say I'm sane *

* Can't believe I'm about to fall *

* Not a poet, not at all *

* I can't wait to see the sun shine in you *

* Sweet surrender, calm caress *

* I'm a loser I confess

* I can't wait to see the sun shine in you *

* What's important, get euphoric *

* Oh, safe to say I'm sane *

* Get to know you

* Get to show you

* Oh, safe to say I'm sane *

* Oh, oh

* Oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh *

* Oh, oh