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It took me a couple of weeks,

but I finally find my favourite things to do in suburbs:

Sleep.

Tessa, what're you doing? Let's go before she gets here.

- She's so watering? - Still watering.

Why didn't you set an alarm?

I kept hitting snooze.

I was having the most amazing dream about Manhattan.

Yeah? What was so amazing?

We were still living there.

Ha ha.

I can't take it anymore...

Sheila's constant invitations to dinner every single morning.

I'm running out of creative ways to say no.

Have you tried running her over with your car? That's creative.

Oh, no. Hose is off. She's coming, she's coming!

My backpack! It's upstairs!

No time! Go! Go!

Uhh!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Aah!

I'm stuck. Save yourself.

Go!

No, dad. I won't leave you.

Tessa, go.

Just go.

Well, hiya, neighbor!

Dinner tonight?

Sync and corrected by dr.jackson for www.addic7ed.com

Bio-scientists have determined that when you remove an animal

from its indigenous environment...

For example, the gentoo penguin...

And deposit said animal

into a region that it's not accustomed to,

it is far more susceptible to infectious disease.

Any questions?

Yes, Dalia.

I hate birds.

Thank you, Dalia.

I had to remind myself that, as bad as I had it,

the gentoo penguin had it worse.

Oh!

Hey, Lisa.

I heard that your family was coming over for dinner tonight,

and I just wanted to apologize in advance for my family.

Don't worry about it.

Your family's never as bad as you think they are.

Hey, Lisa!

This is how dad does it to mom.

Unless they are.

Are you ready to do this?

Wait. Before we go over there,

we should really figure out an exit strategy.

Oh, that's smart. Okay, how about this?

After dessert, I'll say we'd better go

'cause you got to study for a math test tomorrow.

Come on, dad!

I don't have to study. I know everything already.

You said that last time, young lady,

and you ended up with a "D"!

Good.

That felt good.

But what if it's before dessert, and one of us can't take it?

I think we need a code word.

Uh, "pickles."

"Pickles"?

What, you got something better?

Fine. "Pickles."

One of us cites "pickles,"

the other cites irritable bowel, and we're gone. Got it?

Got it. Let's do this.

What is keeping you two?

Do you want your bones?

Yes.

So, George, you never did say what happened to your wife.

Fred! It's an honest question.

If George wants, he can say "no comment."

No comment.

Seriously, what happened?

Uh, we separated 15 years ago.

I saw this show once

where these twins attached at the face were separated.

It was awesome. I think one of 'em died.

I saw that, too. I think one of 'em did die.

Are you all done here, honey?

So back to George's failed marriage. You cheat?

Dad?

I would never dream of cheating on Sheila.

Couldn't. She watches me like a hawk... and I love it.

Whoo!

May I be excused? Having a terrible time.

What about dessert?

Lisa can't have dessert.

Why... why not? The sugar?

No.

Oh! I got it. It's for me. Lisa has no friends.

Don't listen to him, honey. You have lots of friends.

We'll be downstairs.

Hey, uh, careful not to set off the smoke detector

with the gun show.

You girls want to join?

Oh, no, thank you. I don't want to see the gun show.

I've already seen it.

Come now. You guys head on down to the rumpus room.

Fred and I have some grown-up questions for George.

Ooh. Uh, can I go down to the rumpus room, too?

No, you may not.

Joey. Truth or dare?

Maybe I did something wrong in a previous life.

Maybe I was Eva Braun.

- Ryan. Truth or dare? - Wait. Okay, dare.

I have some chocolate in my room. I'll be right back.

I dare you to kiss a lesbian.

I'm not kissing my sister.

Not your sister, you idiot... her.

Tessa.

Um, thanks, uh, but I'm...

I'm not really a part of this game.

You are now, beeyotch.

What do you mean, I have to have a barbecue?

Not a barbecue, George... The barbecue.

Here's the dealio, George.

If you move into this neighborhood

and don't have "the barbecue ," you'll be shunned.

Ostracized.

- Excommunicated. - And why?

- Because you didn't have the barbecue. - Because you didn't have the barbecue.

This is Chatswin,

and when a new family moves here and doesn't have the barbecue,

it looks like they don't want to be a part of the neighborhood.

And if people don't want us, we don't want them.

That's just human nature.

So have the barbecue.

And eat your cake.

It's good.

Look, I really appreciate you including me

in your reindeer games, sincerely,

but, um, in this case, I'm just gonna have to politely decline.

Once someone dares you to do something,

you kind of have to do it, or else you're a wuss.

Yeah, I'm... I'm familiar with the rules of...

Wuss-iosity,

but there are loopholes.

You know what a loophole is, don't... you?

Sure. It's a hole with a loop in it.

Pickles, pickles, pickles, pickles!

P-pickles give her irritable bowel.

It's a brine thing.

Anyway, thank you for dinner.

I didn't serve pickles.

Ryan Shay is a neanderthal.

How could I have kissed a person who is,

by all accounts, a knuckle-dragger...

And actually like it?

But it's a new day.

I was determined to press on

and act as though last night never happened.

Why am I waving? Stop waving.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I wasn't myself. Maybe I was low blood sugar.

You okay, Tess?

What? Why?

You're... pouring milk that isn't there.

What happened last night?

Last night?

With the pickles.

Oh! The pickles.

Oh. Yeah. That was nothing.

The, um, rumpus room just had a lot of wood paneling.

It felt like an asylum.

A wood-paneled asylum?

Yeah.

A rustic, high-end wood-paneled asylum.

Look it up.

Lisa!

Hey.

I know what's going on between you and my brother.

Nothing is going on.

Then why were you looking at him like that

this morning when he was washing the car?

This is pathetic. I thought you were different.

You should have seen the look on your face.

It was sickening.

Lisa was right.

It was sickening. I was sick.

I was terminal, and I had to find a cure.

Intellectual, neurotic, self-loathing Jew.

Much more my type.

Could he be the Ryan Shay antidote?

Hi. I'm Tessa.

I'm Evan.

Wanna make out?

What? I mean... what?

Damn it, Evan!

I feel nothing. Nothing.

Sorry?

Not as sorry as I am.

As you were, Evan.

What?

You haven't had the barbecue yet?

Are you kidding me?

Seriously? That's for real?

Yeah, that's for real.

I'm surprised people are still talking to you.

I'm surprised I'm still talking to you.

Ow!

Javier, you just nicked my ear.

That's strike two. Just send out an evite.

I don't even know how I'm gonna do this, realistically.

All I've got is this old hibachi I used in Manhattan.

An old hi-whatchi? Are you kidding me?

All right. I'm gonna do something for you.

Javier, cover your ears.

I'm gonna let you borrow my grill.

Oh. Okay. Cool. Thanks.

"Oh. Okay. Cool. Thanks." Are you kidding me?

I never let anybody borrow my grill.

You should be kissing the ground I walk on.

Well, I don't know. You think it's big enough?

Is the statue of liberty big enough?

Is J.Lo's ass big enough?

For me, it is.

Yeah, I think it's big enough.

Well, look who's here.

You're just the gentleman I wanted to talk to.

Hey, is this about the barbecue?

No, it's not,

but you really should have it before things get unpleasant.

George, take a walk with me.

Okay.

All right, Javier.

Let's try the hot shave one more time.

What's going on?

Well, I just thought you should know,

I mean, considering the whole condom situation

that brought you here,

according to Dalia, who was there,

Tessa went to first base with Ryan Shay last night,

and apparently it was hot.

Uh-huh. What... What's first base again?

Well, it's regional, but here...

Open mouth, some tongue.

Well, that doesn't sound right. Tessa can't stand Ryan Shay.

Well, of course Tessa can't stand Ryan Shay,

but have you seen his rock-hard abs?

I mean, if you...

It d... you know what?

If neighbors don't look out for neighbors,

we could end up having little baby neighbors.

Oh! I just got an evite to your barbecue on Sunday.

O.M.G. I am there. Thank you.

What? How is that possible?

All good for Sunday, buddy.

Meatball sub...

Two of the least sexy words in the English language,

unless Ryan Shay was on the other end of it.

I was better than this.

I was Turkey and wheat, and I had to remember that.

Tessa.

Meet me behind the bleachers, 2:00.

Okay.

I needed guidance,

so I went to the only place i could think of.

So, Tessa, what guidance can I give you today?

I am being consumed by my desire for something,

something that is not good for me.

You're addicted to drugs.

No. Absolutely not.

Are you sure? Because I've been told,

a lot of people from the inner city are,

and I've seen "rent."

I'm from Manhattan, and it's not drugs.

It's a guy that I'm incredibly attracted to

but don't like.

Intellectually, I know he's not good for me,

but I can't stay away from him.

Sounds like the kind of relationship people have

with their drug dealers.

He's not a drug dealer!

He's just... stupid,

which means I must be stupid for liking him.

Maybe there's something more to him than meets the eye.

After all, when people look at me,

all they see is someone who's north Korean,

but when they dig a little deeper,

they're also surprised to learn

that I'm partially... South Korean.

Ryan wasn't South Korean...

But he certainly was a good kisser.

I can't believe we are making out behind the bleachers.

It is so cliche.

Who's cliche? Is she, like, a singer?

Don't speak.

But we had to speak.

It was the only way i was going to find out

if there was more to Ryan than met my lips.

Have you ever seen a foreign film?

"Avatar"?

That's not a foreign film.

It takes place on a foreign planet.

And James Cameron is Canadian.

Partial credit.

If you could have dinner with any famous person,

living or dead, who would it be?

Scarlett Johansson.

Dead.

I had never been so disgusted with someone

in my entire life...

And that someone was me.

Oh, so that... that kid from across the street...

What's his... What's his name? Brian?

Ryan.

Ryan. That's it. Yeah.

Nice kid?

I-I really wouldn't know. Do you want my carrots?

Uh, I'm good. He seems like a nice kid.

So what's the deal,

have you guys ever talked or...

Anything?

This is your fault, not mine. Yours.

My fault? What... what's my fault?

You pulled me out of my indigenous region

and just...

Dropped me into a completely different habitat!

- Okay, I'll take your carrots. - It's not about the carrots, George.

It's me. I am a gentoo penguin.

I am a sick, diseased gentoo penguin,

and I am dying here!

Ohh.

What do you think? I love her.

- Well... - I call her Sally.

Yeah, well, Sally just burned a hole in my retina.

She's a powerful lady, George.

Uh-huh.

If she wasn't made of steel, I'd take her as a lover.

Great turnout, George. Yeah.

I am sorry my husband couldn't be here,

but he travels, a lot, on business.

Okay. How... how's the guacamole?

It's killer. You smush it yourself?

I did, actually, yes.

- You did? - Yes.

Speaking of smushing, any intel on what happened

between Tessa and Ryan in the rumpus room,

or as I like to call it, "the humpus in the rumpus"?

Uh, yeah, well, not really.

I tried to broach the subject with her,

but she just got upset

and said something cryptic about penguins.

Ooh. That might be Internet talk for "penis."

I'll yahooit and get back to you.

I gotta be honest. I'm not overly concerned.

That kid's a total bonehead.

Well, so is Ryan.

I was talking about Ryan.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

You still mad at me?

Mad? No.

I mean, you can't help the way you feel...

I guess.

Yeah. Exactly.

I mean, it's like chips.

Chips are my favorite thing in the world.

I could eat, like,

two or three bags at once.

I know, right?

But I don't.

You know why?

Because they're bad for me.

As much as I want to put that entire bag inside my mouth,

I know that if I do, I'll get dehydrated,

I'll break out, and I mighget diarrhea.

Diarrhea? From chips?

So I don't, because I've got willpower,

and I can't be mad at you for not having willpower.

All I can do is pity you,

which I do.

Okay. Well, thanks.

So wonderful to be here, George.

Such a beautiful place.

Mm. The hydrangeas are just... Wow.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I gotta tell you, it's... it's so nice to see

a gay couple in the neighborhood.

Makes me feel like I'm back in the city.

There's a gay couple? Where?

Gossip. I love hearing it before my wife. Dish.

- Dish. - Dish.

George.

- Hi. - We got an emergency.

She's dead. Sally's dead. What do you mean, she's dead?

She's out of propane!

Okay, so I'll go pick up some more.

No more. No. She takes the big tanks.

The only place that sells the big tanks is Artie's.

Artie's is closed on Sundays! Artie!

Okay, keep your voice down. Give me a second to think.

George.

- What's the E.T.A. - on the burgers?

The natives are getting restless.

Man cannot live by chips and guac alone.

Fred, let me walk this dog.

Five, ten minutes, tops.

If you ask me, calling a barbecue a barbecue

without actually having a barbecue would be worse

than not having a barbecue at all.

Didn't ask you.

Boy, someone had a big scoop of crab salad.

Yeah, a big scoop.

Damn it, Fred.

If you can't plus it, you just leave it alone.

Ryan, I cat do this anymore.

Is it my breath?

Because I skipped the guacamole.

No. Your breath is fine.

- It's me. - Ohh.

You had the guacamole.

No. I mean, a little, yeah, but...

I could taste it,

but I wasn't gonna say anything.

Look, Ryan, I like you.

I do.

I mean, you're good-looking,

and you're...

Really good-looking.

Then what's the problem?

Nothing.

It's just...

You're a bag of chips.

A bag of chips?

Yeah, you know how they taste really good,

but they're void of all nutritional value,

and in the end, you kinda regret eating them?

No.

Oh.

Well, you do.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you know what you are?

You're peanut brittle.

- Excuse me? - That's right.

You're big chunks of sticky stuff

that doesn't know whether it's sweet or salty,

and you gotta break it up into little pieces.

Well, that's what I'm doing to you.

I'm breaking up into little pieces!

As Ryan and his six-pack walked out of the laundry room,

it hit me.

I would never see the gun show again.

What the hell is that?

His name is Joe.

He's from New York,

and he runs on old-fashioned charcoal briquettes.

Now let's light his face on fire

and serve these people some New York-style dogs.

The only thing more voracious thany appetite for Ryan

was Chatswin's appetite for barbecue.

So I don't know what gentoo penguins eat in the wild,

but since you're in captivity,

you want a hot dog?

Thanks.

There he is.

Loved your New York wieners, George.

I could have eaten a dozen of them.

Utterly delicious.

We'll have to sneak into a Metropolis sometime,

when our wives aren't looking for a sausage fix.

Oh. Toodles, George.

Toodles.

Mwah.

Toodles.

Wow.

So I guess our barbecue was a success.

High five.

A year ago, if you'd have told me

I'd be high-fiving over a barbecue,

I would have called you a liar.

Yeah, well, if you told me I'd be first in line

to see the gun show, I'd have slapped myself.

Don't slap yourself.

It was a pretty impressive gun show.

I feel like an idiot.

Hey, I've been there.

I-I once dated this incredibly beautiful woman,

who I could hardly stand being in the same room with.

I love when you tell stories about mom.

Eat your hot dog.