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- So, you're dating this girl...
- Hannah.

...for two months,
and you haven't introduced us,

which means she must be
horrible, which is saying a lot,

considering your last girlfriend
stole from you.

It was just a couch and my identity.

But this girl's actually
much better than usual,

like, maybe the best.

Maybe the one.

- Ohh! Mazel! - Ohh!
- Get out!

Get her over here this minute!

I wanna meet my future
daughter-in-law!

I don't know. I'm not ready
for her to meet you guys yet.

She's, like, a really kind,
good person.

And we can be... a lot.

A lot of gorgeous people?

A lot of pizzazz?

A lot of extremely well-curated
pieces of men's sportswear?

Or a lot of yelling in quiet places,

a lot of talking about people,

a lot of yelling about people
in quiet places.

It's true, but eventually, she
will come around, like I did.

Excuse me, but what is it about us

that you had to come around to?

Well, at first, I had a hard time

with some of the family quirks,

but then I just sort of
let it wash over me,

like when you're drowning.

Oh, please.

To know this family
is to love this family.

True dat!

Yes, Mom. True dat.

And I will have you know, Joanna,

that the very crab dip you're eating

was gifted to us by a dad
from Asher's class.

It tastes like he re-gifted it.

The point is, people from
our kid's school bring us food

because we're generally considered

to be cool, good people.

Mm.

Or because I'm room mom.

Hey, tell Hannah about that.
People love that.

No.

Well, this is ridiculous.

If you care about this woman,
we have to meet her.

Tell Hannah to come
to our next game night.

Okay, just don't embarrass me.

Oh, what are you talking about?
I never embarrass you.

Dad, you always find a way
to bring up my feet.

Sweetie, you're gorgeous
from the ankles up.

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Hannah recently spent
a summer in Tibet.

I led a retreat through
my meditation studio.

It was such an amazing experience.

I actually got to see the Dalai Lama.

Oh, cool!

I mean, one time,
I thought I saw Gary Busey

when I was snowboarding
in Vermont at a TGI Friday's,

but it turned out it wasn't him.

Should we eat, or what's the...

Let's all enjoy this lasagna
that Tristan's mom brought us.

Well, I don't know about "enjoy."

There's barely any sauce.

Folks from the school bring us food

because we're widely known
as cool, excellent people.

Stewie's right. It's too dry.

Let's just dump it. Yeah.

No, no, no. No.

I'll put it in the garage fridge,

then I can bring it home,

and tomorrow I'll give it
to a local soup kitchen.

You are such a generous soul.

That's cute.
You think Joanna has a soul.

Well, they did bring us
one good thing...

these brownies,
but there's only one left.

What do you say
we play Hot Goss for it?!

- Ohh!
- Always! Yes! - Hot Goss!

That's something good!

I'm sorry. What are we doing?

I know that you said, Hannah,
that teaching orphans

how to play soccer
was a highlight of your life,

but in this family,
nothing revs our engines

like our favorite game... Hot Goss.

We all say our best piece of gossip,

and the winner gets a prize!

Okay, I'll go first.

In 2005, my friend Justin
was a set PA

on the critically acclaimed film
"Failure to Launch."

- Ooh!
- Ah!

And without getting into
too many details,

everything between SJP
and Matthew McConaughey

was not, "Alright, alright, alright."

Romantic-comedy goss!

Mine's better.

So, Mort Sherman has been
telling everybody

that his grandson is going to Penn.

But Phil Miller tells me

that he's actually going to
Pennsylvania Community College.

Busted goss!

Boo!

That sucked, Stew!

What? What?

Hey, a-at least it's from this year.

I mean, like any of you
have anything better.

Uh, I think I might. Oh, look out.

I know why Mrs. Bowman
from Asher's school

is getting a divorce.

- Oh! - Ooh!
- Mm-hmm.

I saw Mr. Bowman outside
the movie theater

with a hot blonde!

Tell me! Tell me!

A movie theater with reclining seats!

- Oh, my God!
- I love it, love it!

He's been having an affair!

Oh, sweet goss nectar!

The rush!

- Rebecca wins!
- Rebecca wins!

Whoo!

You know what? I am so sorry.

I just remembered
I have an appointment.

- What?
- Um, wait, what's going on?

- What did they do?
- Nothing.

I'm so sorry.
I'll see you later tonight.

What did you do?

What did you do?!

Hi, sweetie!

We brought you the lasagna
for your hobos.

Thanks, and don't say "hobos."

Why? That's what
they call themselves.

So, Joanna, we realized what may
have upset Hannah last night.

Yes, I feel terrible
that we didn't let Hannah

play the goss game.

I mean, nothing could have
topped Rebecca's goss,

but still,
I should have let her play.

I feel terrible.

Mom!

The problem wasn't that Hannah
didn't get a chance to gossip.

The problem was that
she didn't want to gossip.

She doesn't believe in it.

Well, what does she talk about?

I don't know.

She says being a good person
means minding your own business.

Well, that's ridiculous
'cause I'm a fantastic person.

Everyone's talking about it.

That's the hot goss on me!

I feel terrible.

I want to make it up to you guys.

Maybe we can get a second chance

when she comes over
for the "Survivor" finale.

I don't think Hannah wants to
watch the finale with you guys.

So... I'm just gonna skip this year.

- What?!
- Skip it?

Watching the "Survivor" finale
has been a family tradition

for over 20 years!

Davy proposed to Rebecca

during the finale
of the Micronesia season!

Okay, we'll come,
but only if you promise

to give up gossip for the night.

What are you, cuckoo bananas?

You know what?

I have several corgis

who need their anal glands expressed,

and that actually sounds preferable

to having this conversation.

Hey, not to be this guy,

but if the parents
from Asher's school

are gonna continue to drop off food,

I think they should
step their game up.

I mean, a casserole?

What am I, a widower?

Not to be this girl,

but what is it with
this class and the food?

I'm a good room mom and all,
but I'm not that good.

You want to hear which room mom

chews tobacco
during the PTA meetings?

- I don't want to know.
- What?

Sorry, I just don't want to gossip.

Are you okay?

Yeah. But Joanna's right.

We do gossip too much.

We don't gossip, Rebecca.

We share information.

And information is knowledge.

And knowledge is power.

And power is how
you protect your family.

And family is forever.

So, you're gossiping
to be a better father?

Yes, exactly, to be a better father,

and the rush is so real.

I know, but I see things
differently now.

And I never gossiped
before I met you.

And the truth is,
the gossip has been way worse

since your parents moved in.

Well, yeah, everything
has been way worse

since my parents moved in.

The gossip is just the silver lining.

I quit goss.

But you love goss.

But I don't want to do it anymore.

- But you do.
- But I don't!

- But goss.
- But I know.

Rebecca, last night,

my mom told me that Mr. Waldman,
my 9th-grade teacher,

was dating Emily Guarascio,
a-from-a my grade-a!

Now, she may be 40,
and it's not that gross,

but he was still her teacher,
so it's kind of gross.

And this is the stuff I live for!

Dave, we made Hannah
so uncomfortable,

it's forcing Joanna to choose
between her girlfriend and us.

Is it worth it?

Fine!

But now you'll never know
where the girl from my grade

and my former teacher
went on vacation!

It was Cancún on a private
airplane on a teacher's salary!

- We got to talk about this!
- No!

Hey, Dave, I had an amazing idea
for the new flip.

Every sink has three faucets...

hot water, cold water, seltzer!

I do love bubbles
in my drinking water,

but Kevin the plumber just texted me

- and said that he took another job, so...
- Oh.

Plus that idea's cuckoo bananas.

I called Joanna to try to get
our "Survivor" night back on.

She said she'll only come

if I go with her to Hannah's studio

for a peaceful hour
of silent meditation.

Sorry, babe, that sounds so boring.

Maybe you could listen
to a podcast during it.

Daddy, can I have all
your cans when you're done?

Yeah, of course, big guy.

And I'm so proud of the way that
you're cleaning up the planet.

I'm collecting cans because
kids at school say we're poor.

What was that, now?

They said Grammy and Pop moved in

because we're poor
and they're saving us.

So, this is why people
are bringing us food?

We're the recipients of a meal train?

Yeah, a very well-intentioned
but underwhelming meal train.

That doesn't make sense.
We're generally regarded

- as cool, good, excellent people.
- I know!

Dude! That's why the crew quit on us.

The goss spread to them.

They think you can't afford to pay.

Oh, my God, this is terrible.

Don't worry. I'll sort it out.

- Here's my can. Good luck, little guy.
- Oh, thanks.

Asher.

Hey, sweetheart,
we are fine financially.

You have nothing to worry about.

What you heard at school
is called gossip.

Some call it "hot goss."

That's right, but gossip is bad,
especially if it's about us.

This feels awful.
Call everyone. Stop the goss!

So, kids at school
are just talking about us?

I can't believe Mrs. Bowman
would let that go on.

Give her a break. Her husband,
Mr. Bowman, cheated on her.

He did?!

You didn't hear it from me.

Daddy, why does this
information feel so good?

- No! No!
- See what you did? You see what you did?

So, I saw Joanna
at Hannah's meditation class.

She's back in for "Survivor" tonight.

But I promised her
we wouldn't gossip,

just have egg rolls
and read our fortunes.

I'll tell you a fortune.
This night is gonna suck.

Mom, we have to try.

I mean, gossip is hurting
our relationship with Joanna.

It hurt my business.

It's hurt our social
standing at school.

Rebecca's right. Gossip is toxic.

Yeah, it's terrible.

No matter how plump and juicy it
is, it's wrong to share.

Uh-huh.

I feel bad about gossiping

about the teacher's ex, Mr. Bowman.

I mean, I'm sure it was
just a misunderstanding,

like what happened with us.

Yeah, he's probably
a very good person

doing good-person things right now.

- I'll go change.
- I'll go with you.

- You'll help me change?
- Yeah.

You have hot goss, don't you?

How do you do that?

You can tell me, Rebecca.

I shouldn't say.

Well, sure, sure, you can't say,

but I can guess, right?

- You heard something?
- Mnh.

- You saw something?
- Mm!

- You saw someone!
- Mmmm! No!

We have to stop! This is wrong!

No, it's not!

Gossip is basically history.

And if we don't learn from history,

we're doomed to repeat it.

Gossip prevents wars!

Now, spill it!

Okay!

The teacher's ex-husband, Mr. Bowman,

who was with the hot blonde,

was with a hot brunette
outside the Chinese restaurant

next to the meditation studio.

And they were making out.

Oh, Jesus!
This Bowman is a gold mine!

Oh, I have a funny story.

Oh, wait. It's goss. I have nothing.

Hey, who do you think
invented the spork?

I'm sorry.

As a child in the city,

I went to the grocery
store with my father.

I was so small that the only way
I could keep track of him

in the crowded store
was to look for his black shoes.

I followed them out of the store

and then followed those
shoes for 40 blocks

before I realized they
belonged to a different man.

For weeks, I lived
on the street, busking,

riding the rails.

The benches were my beds,
the trees my teachers.

And one day, a beautiful nun

saw me soft-shoeing to earn my lunch

and said, "Little boy,
let's get you home,"

and she did.

I had been missing for 45 days.

Pass the wontons.

What?! I've never heard
that story before!

See? Silence can really bring
so much to the surface

if you aren't afraid of it.

Hey, guys.

Dave, I cleared things
up with the crew.

Oh, cool.

I mean, this probably could
have been a text, but cool.

I couldn't because
I come bearing hot goss

that must be told in person.

Oh, no, Rav, I'm sorry.

We're not gossiping
in this house anymore.

Then what do you guys talk about?

How our dad was real-life Fievel.

Okay, well, you might want to
break whatever dumb rule that is

because this goss is scorching-hot!

Ravi, stop with your
filthy-mouth gossip!

Get out of here!
We don't want to hear it!

I might have overreacted.

I'll go talk to him.

Hey, Deb.
I'm sorry if I offended you.

- I just...
- Spill it, punk!

Oh, thank God! I talked to the crew.

The other job they took
was working on a compound.

Compound goss?

- And the guy at the center of it...
- Yeah?

...this dude named Bowman.

Bowman?

As in Bowman Bowman?

Connected goss!

Oh, my God!

Mm. So, Hannah, tell us
about your family.

Wait, uh, can I do that?

It's an okay question,

but I don't speak to
my family anymore.

They wouldn't give me space,

and without space,
you can't have stars.

And without stars, you have nothing.

Stewie, how about you
come out to the garage

and help me with the wine?

It's boiling-hot.

Hot wine?

Uh, yeah, you know, mulled, whatever.

Come on, Stewie!

I'll come, too!

So, Bowman is building
a 36,000-square-foot compound?

You think the blonde and the
brunette are gonna live together?

Are they gonna share a wing,
or are there tunnels?

Where does Bowman get his money from?

We need more facts
to get to the truth!

Mm, I wonder if he's been stealing

people's Social Security checks.

Let's float that until
we hear something else.

God! It feels so good!

What is wrong with me?
Am I addicted to goss?

Rebecca, enough!

You know, when we first met you,
you were a wallflower.

I thought to myself,
"This is who my beauty

is choosing for his bride?!"

Um, ouch!

But look at you now.

You're confident.
You're even more gorgeous.

You're a fabulous mother.
You have two perfect children.

We watered you with goss,
and you blossomed!

Okay. Okay.

So, you're saying
everything good about me

is because you taught me to gossip?

Yes!

Tell me everything!

Alright, come on. Back to Bowman.

Put your checks underneath your...

Rebecca!

You're gossing?

I thought you were
a rabid anti-gosser.

We just got burned
by hot goss about us.

I can't believe you're gossing
when we were just gossed upon.

I know. I know.

But this new goss...

It's got tiers and dovetails
and people we know,

and I am powerless against it!

It is so damn hot.

The hottest goss my ears
have had the pleasure

of listening to.

It's compound goss.

Give me every detail.

Okay, Bowman is building a compound

and he's stealing
Social Security checks?

We need the address!

Daddy, drive!

I'm drunk on goss!

You guys have a real problem!

Do you know how long
you've been in here?

Five minutes?

An hour and a half!

You missed the entire tribal council.

Don't tell me who won.

It was Boston Rob.

The tribe has spoken!

- Ohh!
- No, no!

We're sorry, Joanna.
We just got carried away.

It won't happen again.
Give us a second chance.

My family pleaded
for a second chance, too,

but cutting them out of my life

was the best decision I ever made.

I recommend the same thing for Jo.

- Well, hold on.
- That seems rash.

It's just goss.

Yes, goss is good.

- Mom.
- You know what?

As ridiculous as my family has been,

I'm always gonna give them
a second chance.

I feel like you're trying
to distance me from them,

but I love them,
and I think they can grow.

Bup!

Ravi finally texted me back.

He said people are moving
into Bowman's compound,

and they're all wearing
different shades of dusty pink.

He thinks it's some kind of a cult!

Wow!

Oh, my God, I'm trying
to defend you guys!

Can't you stop gossiping
for one minute?

Wait.

Isn't Bowman the name of the guy
who owns Serenity?

Your meditation studio?

Joanna, we should leave now.

Um, Hannah, would you call

that shade of pink
you're wearing dusty?

Okay, I am not in a cult,
if that's what you're implying.

Serenity is just a large family
of like-minded individuals

who all have sex with the same man.

Oh, okay. That sounds cool.

Oh, my God!

Were you trying to recruit me

into a heterosexual sex cult?

Joanna, please,
just take a pranayama breath.

I don't need to take
a pranayama anything.

I just need you to leave right now.

Okay.

But just so you all know,
when the meteor comes

and we Bowmenians are living
in the center of the Earth,

you'll all be sorry!

Bow, Bow, Bow!

- Wow!
- Wow!

- Yikes!
- Oh, my God!

I thought she was the one,
but she was just, like,

100% in a cult.

I wouldn't even have known
if you guys hadn't gossiped.

So, in a crazy way, it's like
hot goss saved my life.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

It felt really bad to be
gossed about, remember?

Yeah, but if we didn't
have that goss,

we couldn't have connected this goss.

Yeah, David.

All goss happens for a reason.

Goss is good. Goss is great.

And now we're all inside the goss.

It's like being in a womb.

Oh, speaking of being in a womb,

guess whose grandson
knocked up his girlfriend

before going off
to community college.

- Shut up.
- Mort Sherman!

- Mort Sherman!
- Yeah!

♪ Mort Sherman, Mort
Sherman, Mort Sherman ♪

Oh, man, it's another parent
from the meal train.

Okay, we got to clear this up.

I'll take care of it.

Hey.

My husband and I were thinking of you

and thought we'd drop these off.

That's very sweet,
but we don't need your char...

Do I smell brownies?

Yes, I own a bakery in town.

Thank you for supporting us
during this difficult time.

She can't get to a PTA meeting
without two martinis,

but she can bake!

Mmm. Hold on.

I'm sorry, but your kids
are playing in the street.

- Asher!
- What?!

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