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A new patient had a dream about my mother.

Ramon.

What does mean?

It's coming.

Kristen, what's up?

I have some kind of STD. I'm just ashamed.

Of course you are, dumb whore.

Hey, Kristen!

We need a meeting, after school, today.

Next person to speak has to start with "I feel."

I feel like you just assume everybody experiences life

the same way you do.

Why were you at Planned Parenthood?

Because Kristen got an STD from that model

I brought to Dad's 60th.

You brought a model?

Well, Duke and I went out for drinks.

No, that's the night that you told me you had to work late.

Here's the deal. If I end up

undergoing medical treatment, that's my decision.

I want what's best for you.

Maybe what's best for me is not what's in store.

At the T-junction, turn left.

If possible, make a U-turn.

Ah! God! Ah! Fuck!

Oh! Ah!

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So, are you nervous at all about this dinner tonight?

Uh... no. I'm not the "get nervous" kind of guy.

They can be really judgy, my older siblings.

They seemed pretty chill at your dad's thing.

"Chill" isn't a word I'd use to describe 'em.

Well, believe me, I've handled worse.

Can you hear that?

What's up?

Nothing.

Oh, um...

Call me, text me, lemme know if you get that PGX thing.

Yeah.

I will stop by the Game Lab,

so they can tell me that I did not make it most likely.

No. What time should I meet you here then?

Umm, I don't know, 4:00 or 5:00.

Um... do you have a key? Then I can let myself in if I get here earlier.

Sure.

What?

Um...

I'm not giving you this key as like a statement about us.

Okay. It's no worries, man.

Yeah, I'll just... I'll find something to do.

- You just call me when you get home. - No, no, no, I actually...

- No, dude. It's really no big deal. - No, I want you

to take the key today.

I do.

Okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I'm gonna go get dressed.

- Mmm. - So...

is this my makeup breakfast?

Makeup breakfast for what?

Oh. Uh, for the...

insane amount of lying you've been doing lately.

Cocaine, male model,

opening up a can of whoop-ass at Planned Parenthood,

jail time.

Okay, so sometimes I...

act on impulse. That's the price you pay

for wanting to have fun, you know?

Yeah, I miss fun too.

You miss fun? Your whole life is fun.

Hello.

Can Malcolm come out and play?

He is all yours.

Case in point...

you have a mountain-biking playdate.

That is not the same.

Mine is all out in the open.

Seriously? What is the difference

between you jumping out of an airplane...

And you doing blow with a male model?

You're right, those are exactly the same thing.

It's just as irresponsible, if not more so.

I am not talking about being irresponsible.

Come here.

I miss having fun together.

- So do I. - Okay.

How about we start with tonight?

Fine. You're on.

All right.

Tonight.

Ah. Mmm.

Ah! You ready to fuck that mountain's brains out?

I'm ready to rape that mountain.

No! We're not having that much aggression in this house.

God! Hailey's in the next room.

She does not need to hear that shit.

There's a reason "misogyny" is spelled with two "Y's."

Oh, is that chromosome humor?

- It's very good. - My husband will join you... Go away.

He will join you once he's had his breakfast.

- You mean his cancer-causing swill? - Yup!

So, Ramon's bringing tattoo-boy to dinner tonight.

- It should be interesting. - "It" is named Henry,

- and "it" is Ramon's boyfriend. - We'll see about that.

Wow! Wouldn't want to be it tonight.

Me neither.

Ah. I'll see you guys in three minutes.

That's what happens when you eat tree bark for breakfast!

Okay, I cannot wait

for him to meet Carmen tonight.

He's gonna punch a baby when he finds out

you're trying to set him up.

You know he's celibate.

You're being disrespectful.

No, look, I love the guy, okay?

- But he needs to get laid. - Oh.

He needs a girlfriend, someone he can share his life with,

and I know that, deep down, that's exactly what he wants.

So then why would he lie about that to all of us?

It's Duc. It's a big part of his schtick,

- always being in control, you know? - Mmm.

Kinda like you.

_

I made it worse, didn't I?

Jesus.

How can kids this young have so much hate?

You think one of our students did this?

Isn't it obvious?

"I feel."

This is payback

for not getting their white pride club.

You need to put out a statement.

They've got a muzzle on me.

The board wants me silent until the PPD finishes its investigation.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

- It's gonna be all over the Internet. - You're right.

Pictures have already shown up on social media...

so this place is gonna be crawling with press any minute now.

And they'll be foaming at the mouth for answers.

Exactly.

And finding answers is my specialty.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Where's your mother? - At the mosque.

She left early to help with final touches for Akilah's wedding tonight.

Okay, great.

Yeah, I can put that stuff on your back.

You're sure?

Okay. Cool.

Yeah, I read online vitamin "E" doesn't really help.

Yeah, I know that.

So, what's the point?

Well, I've lost the point of it years ago.

Just habit now, calms me,

though I know it doesn't actually do anything.

Sounds a lot like ritualized superstition.

Yes, it does... smart-ass.

Listen, Navid John.

Pray all day long if it truly makes you happy...

and wear the hijab...

and like boys or girls or both... or neither.

I just wanna keep you safe.

That's all.

We already have a target on our backs,

and I just worry you'd be adding a few more.

Promised I would never go out like this, Dad.

I really hope so.

I wish you could.

I wish the world was different from what it is.

You're 15 minutes and 37 seconds late, Colombia.

- Did I miss the announcement? - Yup.

Fuck. And?

Obviously, I got one of the spots.

Obviously.

And I didn't?

Well...

not my spot.

I got it?

Oh my God!

Dex, we're both going to the Portland Game Expo.

Chlamydia?

- Yup. - Nasty.

You gave it to me?

N-no, I got it from you.

It was my first time, remember?

Oops!

I should probably get that checked out, shouldn't I?

Yeah, you should.

Hey, I know this is weird, but we could still...

Still what?

You know, hang out sometime.

Oh! Wow.

Look, I mean, I've literally

just put a face to your name, Kirsten, okay?

Kristen.

It's Kristen, not Kirsten.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

Mmm!

Did you get mine with the liquid Stevia?

Yes, silly.

So...

who are you?

Kirsten, Justina.

- It's Kristen. - Justina, Kirsten.

Cool.

He's got chlamydia.

Maybe.

So, the question is, "How does one form

a rational response to the..."

Oh, good. You started without me.

Mr. Boatwright, we thought we'd lost you.

- Yeah, I... I thought I lost me too. - Christ.

Hello, Thomas.

Good to see you again.

- Greg. - Please continue.

Never mind me.

Right. Well, in my book, I examined the existential crisis

of living in a world that is overrun by chaos,

corruption, war, and oppression.

I believe the most rational response

- is "optimism." - Optimism? Hmm.

No wonder Dante populated

the first circle of Hell with philosophers.

Anxiety is a

completely appropriate response

to today's reality, Thomas. And anger.

What do you want? People just to swallow the shit that they're in?

By the way, when the fuck did we criminalize outrage?

Greg, the point I make is not dissimilar

from the one that you laid out in your first and... only book.

Bullshit. I never said anyone should be optimistic in the face of fascism.

"It is now, in this troubling moment,

"that we must always choose joy

"for us, for those we love,

and for the entire world."

These are your words, Greg.

Was the world any less challenging

when they were published 30 years ago?

Thirty years ago, truth was still truth,

a fact was a fact,

but we're not that society anymore.

The world got turned upside down.

Just a raging waterfall of fuckery

from here to forever.

Turned upside down by smart people like us...

you, me, them.

Who the fuck are we to proclaim

some kind of rarified, objective wisdom?

- Well, it's our innate... - Nature...

doesn't care about our individual intellectual experiences.

Believe me. Nature has plans of its own,

and it is gonna be just fine without us.

If... if a deer shits in the woods...

whether you're there to see it or not...

it means nothing.

It's just shit.

Hey! Here they come!

All right, Duc!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

So, is, uh, is this the part where I ask you what's wrong, honey-bear?

Huh. Only if they give out trophies for sarcasm.

Wow. Okay.

- What's up, man? - Dude, you let fucking Phil win?

- What the fuck? - Wait. I thought you won.

You had second place all to yourself.

I saw you give up just before the finish line.

Come on, man. Not this conversation again, okay?

I didn't give up. I was just done.

It's a race, bro!

You race to place!

That rhymes, which is awesome and everything,

- but I beat my best time! - The best time is winning time!

Duc, winning doesn't matter if I'm happy and I'm making progress, which I am.

Look, I just want my best friend always reaching for the brass ring.

- Is that a bad thing? - I don't know, man.

I just want my best friend to let me know

when my wife does cocaine

with a 20-something male model.

Is that a bad thing?

Both the school board and the administration at James K. Polk

strongly condemn any kind of behavior

that incites violence against others,

regardless of race, sexuality, or religious beliefs.

So would you

support a prosecution

if a student is identified and charged?

Well, of course. This is a crime.

It's unacceptable.

But these are just kids...

- What? - ...with their whole lives ahead of them.

We have to continue to support them,

even when they screw up.

They're so impressionable,

and they have so many hateful messages coming at them...

from everywhere.

So, you think they shouldn't be prosecuted?

There must be ways to deal with this

other than throwing young kids into the justice system.

That's all for now.

You'll be hearing from the Portland Police Department

when they're ready to put out a statement. Thank you.

So, you think I could've inherited it genetically?

Schizophrenia?

Ramon, we've agreed to avoid using diagnostic language.

And one doesn't really inherit the disease itself,

more like a predisposition for it.

So, I could have inherited it?

Well, how much do you know about your biological parents?

Nothing.

Somebody just left me on the steps

of this orphanage in Barranquilla.

No note, nothing.

And how do you feel about that?

Whatever. I mean,

Colombia was totally whacked at the time,

between the cartels, the guerrillas, the government.

Pretty much everybody got killed, so...

Things worked out okay for me.

Things are okay with Henry?

Yeah. Yeah, they're good.

We're actually having dinner with my siblings tonight.

Hmm. So you're still finding his presence to be of comfort?

Yeah. Yeah.

I don't really wanna... talk about Henry, though.

He's kinda like my escape from all this, and...

I just wanna keep it that way.

Okay.

Has anything worth noting happened to you since our last session?

What do you mean? Like... like a hallucination?

Anything that you might have seen or heard...

or even smelled.

Anything that

seemed out of the ordinary.

No. Nothing.

Have you stopped using marijuana?

Yeah, Fred, um...

I just... I don't think that...

Ramon, I strongly encourage you to re...

Here's the thing, though. Ever since my dad's party

when... when I saw the fire...

I have these moments where I'm so scared,

it just feels like the fear is going to kill me.

Weed stops that. It... it just... takes that...

clenched feeling in my heart, and it just lets it go.

Well, we can look at other ways to modulate your anxiety.

Why? This one works.

I mean, I... I take a little bit of... of Canna Bliss...

- Canna Bliss? - Yeah, Canna Bliss,

and I work on my game, and I totally chill.

It gets me in the right now.

I... I just don't need anything else, honestly, Fred.

If it's okay with you, I'd like to take a look at your game.

Why? You wanna analyze it?

No. I wanna learn more about you

and the world you create in the game.

Sure.

I'll send you a link.

Why did you even go over there?

'Cause I had to give him the card.

- What card? - The chlamydia card.

There is a card?

Yes, there's a fucking card from Planned Parenthood,

and they told me to give it to Randy.

Couldn't you have mailed it to him? Jesus.

I mean, Kristen, this guy's a stool sample.

The worst part is she was all, like, nice to me,

and he was in his tighty-whities, and he's so...

Kristen, hey! Babe.

Mmm. Okay, look at me, all right?

Do not ever, ever, ever see this guy again.

Understand?

Good.

Now give me the card.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

It was either the Empathy Initiative or math.

Oh, come on, Ray.

We have been working together for years now.

You and I have dodged budget cuts a hundred times.

Is this about the effigy?

No! No, you did a fantastic job with the press.

You knew about these cuts before I spoke to the press...

but you waited for me to throw myself into the lion's den,

save you, and then... and then turn around and fire me?

Very classy, Ray.

For Christ's... I was gonna tell you this morning when I got the news,

but I didn't, because... you know, hate crime!

Look, Audrey, we're all just trying our best here.

Yeah, well, it's not good enough,

and you got it wrong.

It's not about me. It's about those kids.

It's either them or math.

All right, Duc...

you gotta tell me your secret, man.

What is it, roids? Huh? You on PED's?

Huh? You Lance-Armstronging us, you motherfucker?

Yeah, that much winning has an asterisk written all over it.

Look, guys, I don't have to cheat.

Besides, Lance Armstrong raised over $500 million

for cancer research. Do better.

Nah, I bet you get some weird concoction made

of fucking goat dust and dried beetles

from one of those places in Chinatown, right?

Some ancient oriental juju.

What's the secret sauce, sensei?

"Sensei" is Japanese, you dumb-ass.

- Oh. - I'm celibate.

- Come on. - Yeah, right.

No, I really am.

What do you mean, like, celibate?

Like not having sex at all?

As a physical trainer for a professional soccer team...

Assistant physical trainer.

...who actually knows what the fuck he's talking about,

sex does not deplete testosterone levels.

It's not about saving testosterone.

It's about channeling that energy into something much more rewarding

than getting my rocks off, because that's what

my baser instincts tell me to do.

- Wow. I don't know how you... - Don't you even think about it.

So you don't even...

I just stay in control.

Always.

A racist mock-lynching at James K. Polk Academy

has many students at the Portland magnet school expressing outrage.

This is a hate crime.

The perpetrators should be prosecuted

while hate crimes are still against the law.

But Audrey Bayer,

a conflict-resolution consultant speaking for the school,

dismissed the idea of prosecution.

These are just kids...

with their whole lives ahead of them.

We have to continue to support them,

even when they screw up.

Shireen Verma, News 8, Portland.

Thanks, Shireen.

In other local news, a warehouse fire in East Portland...

- Hi. - I need you.

Like...

- all hands on deck. - What's wrong? Is it Ramon?

No, I... I...

I just thought it would be nice to have sex.

Oh.

Well, I've been looking for an excuse to get outta here.

It'll take me about three hours, though.

Hurry.

Come on. Yes.

Hey, how come Marco's not shooting?

I sent him home, sent everyone home.

I kinda wanted to be alone with you.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Now, give me your "O" face.

What?

Come on. Don't be shy.

Ah. Yeah, that's it. And, uh...

And grab your crotch, too, like you're a real bad-ass.

That's it!

Oh, okay. That's a way to do it.

This doesn't really seem like something that would be on your site.

Well, I'm starting a new line. I call it "Douchebag."

Hey, Randy, what do you know about statutory rape?

I-I... Say what?

Kristen, the girl you fucked in the tree house...

she's 17 years old.

Yeah, well, props to her.

I'm still on the rape thing though?

Well, you see, when a 26-year-old man fucks a 17-year-old girl,

that is statutory rape.

Yo, man, I don't know what you're talking about.

- She seemed into it. - You're not making it better, Randy.

- She was wearing a horse head! - Did you know she's my sister?

- Oh fuck me. - Yeah.

- Yo, Ashley, I... Come on, I never... - No, no.

- Ashley, if I would've known... - No. I need... you...

to repeat after me.

"I, Randy Butler...

am guilty of statutory rape."

Wait. Are you recording all this?

Say it.

That is literally...

the only thing that will keep me

from calling the cops right now.

I, Randy Butler, am guilty of statutory rape.

You go near my sister again...

and this goes viral.

Karina, we're done here.

- Did we catch our predator? - We did.

Randy, this chlamydia card is yours.

And you can step your janky ass out now.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Chop-chop, Randy.

Seriously, we all value you as allies, okay?

But especially today, POCs need this space to ourselves,

so we can safely articulate how we feel

about the hate crime at our school.

But how does being exclusionary...

Why is this even a debate?

Can we get a minute or what?

"The Polk Academy chapter of United in Diversity

"invites everyone to its inaugural meeting

to discuss the recent hate crime here."

You're still white.

This is for diverse people.

I don't think you're using "diverse" right.

I mean, "diverse" is all of us together, isn't it?

This some "all lives matter" bullshit.

Let's just go.

Look, I just wanted to be a part of helping,

because this affects me too.

I mean, this is why it always sucks around here, by the way.

We're on the same side...

but we can't have all good things all the time

for everybody with zero compromises.

That's impossible.

Monster's gonna take an elevator down to the ground floor.

Bing!

Bing! I'm gonna take the up elevator.

Bing!

- Down. - Bing!

I'll jump in the water.

Mmm. Oh.

Isn't it all kinds of beautiful in here?

- Hi, baby! - Oh, it's a mama monster!

Oh! Mwah! Is Uncle Duc your personal monster?

- Yeah! - Oh my gosh.

Keep going, Uncle Duc.

- Get her nice and tired. - Yup!

Oh, I just noticed. There's three people of color here,

and a white boy cooking. I like these odds.

- Future of America, right here. - Take that!

- Take that! - This looks amazing. Thanks, baby.

Not as amazing as you look.

- And up! - Long day?

This is a funny way to ride a monster.

Nobody's ever ridden me like this before.

You know, if things work out with Carmen...

- Mm-hmm. - ...she may not be the

only one riding him tonight.

Ew. You ruined it.

Seriously, that doesn't even make sense.

Scared me. Oh!

I'm gonna go change into something I can actually spill wine on.

Mmm. Yes.

Wow.

You weren't kidding around.

Be right back.

I'm, uh, I'm out...

of the magic pills.

Fine.

We'll just watch TV.

...dissatisfaction with the current administration's...

No. Fuck TV.

What else are we gonna do?

We have to be doing something? Can't we just...

Just what?

I don't know. Just... just be... here...

together, for fuck's sake...

without a goal, without a plan.

Greg, please!

- Don't seminar me right now. - Hey. I... listen.

Honey, I'm serious.

When was the last time that we just...

were... with each other...

and that was enough?

I miss that.

Me too.

- Carmen. - Ashley.

Mmm! It's so good to see you again.

Oh! Can't wait to try this.

You always bring the best wine.

Who's the hugger?

Oh. Carmen consults for the team.

Great. Another consultant. What does she consult?

- Carmen! - Hi.

Good to see you.

Uh, Duc, this is Carmen. Carmen, this is my brother-in-law, Duc.

- Duc, we met at the wedding. - It's good to meet you.

We met at the wedding. Right, of course. Yeah.

Oh, Carmen, would you mind helping me with the sprouts?

Yeah. They're almost done,

and I... I just love the way you season them.

Definitely, yeah.

It wasn't my idea, I swear.

Yeah. Just haven't figured out which one I'll kill first

and which one I'll make watch.

Okay, Carmen is a friend of ours,

so even if you don't wanna have sex with her,

just don't fuck up dinner, okay?

That's good.

Why don't you guys go ahead?

I'll catch up with you later at the hotel for the reception.

Farid, don't do this.

You agreed to come. You put on your best suit.

I can't do this.

Navid, give us a minute, huh?

Take as many as you like.

Farid, it's a wedding.

I'll pick you up later.

I'm worried about you.

- So, Henry... - Yeah?

...how is selling coffee at a laundromat

provide opportunities for professional growth

as well as a sustainable income for years to come?

Duc.

It's a good question.

Wow. I mean, years.

He means, what's your plan?

No, I don't have a plan.

Life's got to have a plan, right? Yup.

What I mean to say is,

I've never made a plan that went the way I planned it.

And people tell you, "Well, it's your fault

for not sticking with the plan, but"...

- Maybe the plan is the problem. - Exactly.

- Mmm. - It is?

Yeah. Fuck plans!

In the face.

Mmm. Duc, he's a life coach.

Mmm, motivational architect, actually.

Ooh. Sounds so scientific.

You know, Ramon may not think he has a plan...

Let's all say "plan" one more time.

...but he's going to change the future of video game design,

and that kind of talent might be really hard for you to keep up with.

- Ashley. - Hmm?

He's going to have to work, though.

Talent just gets you in the room.

Can you say that again, please?

I'm actually writing a book about uber-extra siblings

who are incredibly condescending

and yet have no idea what they're talking about, so...

Boatwrights at the table, your control freak is showing.

- Well, speaking of keeping up... - Mm-hmm.

...did you guys know that Ramon was just selected

as one of two finalists to represent his university

as the Portland Game Expo.

- That's amazing, Ramon. - No shit.

- That's what I'm talking about, bro. - Really?

- What? It's amazing. - Yes!

This is your moment.

This is life offering you an opportunity

to actualize your best self.

Yeah. That sounds way too intense, Duc.

Maybe this is not about Ramon's best self.

Maybe it's just a continuing journey of successes and failures.

You see? That I can handle.

Okay. You've known my brother for a minute and a half...

Well, uh, a little context. Carmen is an intuitive.

Like a Jedi.

Yeah. Sort of like a Jedi.

You mean like a psychic?

- Uh, no, not... - Oh. I'm... I'm sorry.

Did... Was that a bad word? Now did I offend you?

Of course not.

What's your game about, Ramon?

Well, um...

It's not about anything, really. It's, um...

more of an experience.

It's how we perceive impossibility.

How sometimes you have to go backwards

to go forward, or...

make a choice to fall in order to rise back up...

stronger, better.

I just... wanted to create a journey about what's...

in the player more than what's in the game.

I love that.

Me too.

- I don't get it. - It's all right.

Nobody gets everything.

Your way works for some people, it doesn't work for others,

just like everything in life.

Well, that suspiciously sounds like relativism,

and the war on truth continues.

The truth is

one can have a great life without pretending to be invincible to the world.

I'm not pretending.

This cap is fucked up.

Hey, there. How can I help you?

Oh yeah, hi. Um...

I'm, uh...

I'm, uh, I'm looking for a strain that treats, I suppose, anxiety.

Okay. What kind of anxiety?

- Religious. - Oh God.

- That's the worst kind. - Mm-hmm.

Okay. So for anxiety, stress, depression,

you're gonna want to go with Sour Diesel.

Smells like diesel.

Okay. Cool.

All right. I'll... I'll take that.

Do you have them pre-rolled? Pre-rolled, sure.

That'll be six bucks, and I need to see some ID.

Sure.

Here you go.

"Farid Shokrani." What's that?

- What's what? - Where are you from?

Uh, Portland.

No, I mean, where are you actually from?

Where are you actually from?

Exactly.

I'll take that weed now.

Mijo!

Mijo!

Mijo!

Oh! Aah!

You've always been a masochist when it comes to massages.

You've always been a fucking sadist.

We're a match made in hell.

Oh!

Ah. Tell me about your day.

Oh. I really don't want to think about it right now. Is that okay?

Of course.

But you can tell me what's happening with you.

I've been so focused on Ramon,

we never got a chance to talk about your...

- speech on your birthday. - Mmm.

- Maybe that's a good thing. - Greg.

There's nothing shameful in admitting you're depressed.

It's not depression.

It's existential.

- It's grief. - Over?

Life.

I...

I feel like...

it just went by so fucking fast...

that everything's over now.

Us. Our kids. The world.

Oh. It's not over.

Well, a big chunk of it is.

You know?

Where I really felt like I was part of it,

and it was part of me?

It's gone, you know?

I... I guess I haven't really...

figured out yet how...

to be old.

And I feel so irrelevant.

Honey, practice what you've preached...

your whole life.

Over a million copies sold.

Be... here... now.

Forget the past.

Don't worry about the future.

It is a hell of a lot easier

to make that argument when you're 25 years old.

You are beautiful.

Shut up.

You're so beautiful.

Mmm.

I used to walk down the street and get catcalled so much.

I'd think I was going to be assaulted.

I'd never thought I'd miss that.

You want to be assaulted?

No.

But I do want to be wanted.

Greg.

I still...

need you to want me.

I want you.

I still need you to want me.

Oh my God.

- Why are you stopping? - Um...

Apparently the, uh...

the need for my little magic pill

is... no longer necessary.

What are we waiting for?

Uh, there we go.

Yeah.

Damn. That's...

I, Randy Butler, am guilty of statutory rape.

Come on.

- You know, I have some skill... - Oh my God.

Look, um...

I am so sorry about that family meeting thing.

I know that that really sucked for you.

It's just Mom being Mom.

She's scared. I get it, but...

I'm good.

- Mmm. - I am.

Good.

Mmm.

You know I'm here for you when you need me.

Anytime.

That... I... that's dishonest.

I am judging you harshly.

I know.

I love you.

I really hope your boss does not find that shit out.

Oh, me neither. Me neither.

Hey, uh, Ramon?

Your boy Henry here has been using his boss's Lyft account for over a year.

Ex-boss. - Has he?

Uh-huh. And that is the tax on stupidity.

All right. Well, as much as we would like to party forever,

you and I, Henry, gotta bounce.

Oh, we gotta bounce. All right, thanks, guys. Yeah.

Dudes, no! No, no, no, no. Look, we're just getting started.

I've got... I've got Yahtzee.

I've got Uno.

Oh! We've got Yahtzee!

- Shut up. Shut up. - I really had a blast.

It was lovely meeting everyone.

Yeah. Yeah. Thank you.

You're so welcome.

It was great meeting you, Carmen.

Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?

It's kind of personal.

- Yeah, of course. - Okay.

- So, um... - Mm-hmm?

You're... perceptive...

about... energy and... and stuff like that, right?

Sometimes, yeah.

Do you pick up on anything about me?

Not anything I can tell you without knowing you

a little bit better and spending some time with you.

Anything about, maybe, the number 11:11?

Not really.

How about you get my contact info from your sister

- and we'll make an appointment? - Cool.

- Yeah? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll do that.

- Okay. Of course. - Thank you.

- Thank you so... oh! - Absolutely.

Hey, you guys want some leftovers?

- Yes. Yes. - Yeah?

Ramon, don't fuck this up.

Don't fuck this up, Ramon. Oh.

That was a good shot. Good shot.

Sucker-punched.

Here. Yeah. All right.

- That's for you. - Take whatever you want.

Ah. Your card. Really?

- Well, just in case, you know. - Just in case what?

I need you to motivate my architecture?

And this is where you give me your card.

- Yeah, I don't have any cards. - Of course you don't.

Yeah. This is dinner, not a TED talk.

Hold on.

Aha! You're in luck.

Whoa. This is ancient, but it is me, yup.

Here. Give me a shout sometime.

Uh, well, um, we can hug if you want.

I'm... I'm just... you know, I'm just saying.

I'm not like ideologically opposed to hugging,

- so, okay, I'm officially being weird. - You're not weird.

Nobody is.

Well, just put it in...

put it in the box.

At least... What?

It's okay, Duc.

I like you.

You came?

Hey. I did.

Imam Chuck, this is my husband, Dr. Shokrani.

He actually exists.

Imam Chuck?

- It's Charles... Demers. - We call him Chuck.

Oh, Demers. That's French, isn't it?

You don't look French.

I'm Acadian, from the South,

so the French is in there somewhere.

Well, we can thank European colonialism for that, can't we?

Yes, we can.

I told Layla earlier I would love to have

you both over for iftar dinner.

Well, yes, definitely. We would love to.

Fantastic.

Uh, where's my son?

- Oh. - Oh, he's been...

He's been dancing up a storm for the last hour.

You should join them.

I think I might go and stuff my face at the buffet.

I'm so sorry.

They seemed impressed by you.

Yeah. I think they were definitely charmed by me.

If you don't say so yourself.

Oh... shit. Before I forget.

- Key. - Oh.

You know what?

Here. Keep it.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

Come on.

I like having you here.

I like being here.

You made me really... happy tonight.

Want to make you happy every night.

What would I do without you?

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