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HEATHER: Up straight.
Up straight.

It's like there's a string on your head.

It's just pulling you
forward. Forward...

- Heather.
- What's up?

You want to watch me knock that
bird's nest out of the tree?

No, I can't do that today because

I-I'm helping Sam get
ready for her audition

for the school play.

Silence of the
Lambs, the Musical:

- A Starling is Born?
- Yeah.

Dad, you're distracting us.

No offense, Mom, but
you're kind of taking up

all the rehearsal time.

Oh. Okay.

I mean, I just think, if
you want the role of Clarice,

you can't just perform.

You have to... perform.

What's she doing?

What she's been doing
for the last two hours.

- Five, six, seven, eight.
- SAMANTHA: Oh, my God.

Baa! Shh. Baa! Shh.

Baa, baa!

Mom, I've been working
on this for weeks.

I'm just gonna focus on my singing.

Fine. Suit yourself, but I wasn't Annie

because I focused on my singing.

You were never Annie.

Yeah. That's what I
said. I wasn't Annie.

Ooh! Ooh, ooh.

Ooh, there's our little star.

Hey, how'd it go?

Oh, you look sad,

but you could be acting.

- I'm the understudy.
- What?

This girl, who's the worst singer ever,

got the part of Clarice.

I wish someone would make

a skin suit out of her.

Hey, sweetie, sweetie,
no, no, no, no. Listen.

Everything happens for a reason.

Okay, there is no reason for this.

Jack, hon,

I need you in your nude leotard

for Buffalo Bill's lotion dance.

And Carl? Carl, I know you're
strapped to a hand truck,

but your eyes have to be dancing.

Come on. Okay, and, everybody,

general note, just pick it up.

Hi, Mr. Black, hi.

Hi. I'm-I'm Heather Hughes.

I'm Sam's mom,

and I just wanted to
come down and talk to you

- about Sam play... yeah.
- Oh, no, no, no,

that basket is not nearly big enough.

It's gotta fit all four
lotionettes and Precious.

Where's my Precious? Precious.

(laughter)

Now, see, do you think
that he is gonna fit

in that basket?

Get real.

Look, Mrs. Hughes,

if this is about the part of Clarice,

I can't discuss it.

We at the school have
a strict penis policy.

We're very firm.

You have a what?

A penis policy.

- "Parental non-involvement at school"?
- Oh.

All right, Clarice, let's take
it from the top of the song.

(flatly):
I can't even classify

(mouthing)
The clues I have

Special Agent Starling.

(voice cracking):
FBI.

- (music stops)
- Brava, Ms. Sloan.

All right, back to one, everybody.

Wait, whoa, wh...

She's a Sloan?

(dramatic piano music sting)

No, Kiki.

That music cue is way too early.

(sighs)

Can you play piano?

Oh, this is outrageous.

Sam is a much better
singer than this girl,

but we didn't donate a
building to the school.

Donating a building?

- That's so '80s.
- Yeah.

If we had that kind of
money... I'd buy a submarine.

You know what? I don't care

how much money the Sloans have.

All right, that does
not give this teacher

the right to play favorites.

And when Mama sees injustice,
Mama fights injustice.

Oh, please don't start singing.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Sorry to make this a legal matter,

but my lawyer is here to assure
that this is taken seriously.

Yeah, I'm not her lawyer.

She just asked me to go to lunch.

Mrs. Hughes, like I said on the phone,

Mr. Black has final say
on all theater decisions.

Okay, you know what, let's
go down to the auditorium.

Watch Georgette perform, then watch Sam.

Tell me what you think.

All right, let's get this over with.

So just not gonna have lunch
today, then. That's cool.

Ugh. Mr. Black,

would you mind letting Samantha perform?

Oh, no. Not at all.

Just like I don't mind running

the Gay-Straight Alliance

just because I'm the theater teacher.

Okay, uh, let's take it from the top

of the lotion song.

And, Samantha, would you step in for us?

Thanks. All right, and...

act now.

You didn't cast her?

(in perfect key):
In the basket.

Oh, yes! That's my daughter.

- Let her finish.
- Okay.

(bad Southern accent): You see a lot,

don't you, Dr. Lecter?

Why don't you turn that

high-powered perception at yourself?

Tell us what you see, or maybe

you're too afraid to.

Legally speaking, she is terrible.

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So I named the character
in this novel Oliver,

because that's what he wants
from his love interest...

all of her.

Brilliant.

Yes, I try to be so subtle

that people barely understand it.

You really should write this down

so that people can
learn from your process.

Oh, I'm, uh, constantly
recording myself.

Pick up dry cat food. No, no... wet.

Wet is so much more expensive

but so much better for the animal.

Isn't it?

Hi. Hi. Sorry.

Wha-What are you doing here?

Oh, I just... I wanted
to see if you want to

go and grab some lunch.

Oh, is this your mother?

Oh, stop. (laughter)

Hi. I'm Heather. I'm Joan's daughter.

- Sinclair Wilde.
- Oh.

Your mother is an inspiration.

It's rare that I find a student

so... so stimulating.

Mm-hmm. We stimulate each other.

- Yes.
- Oh. Wow.

She has awakened poetic urges

I didn't realize I still...

make that diet cat food.

He cares deeply about animals.

He's a true renaissance man.

- Yeah.
- WILDE: Yeah.

Oh, and paper towels.

HEATHER: Matt, this is serious.

- What?
- All right, listen.

They were all over each other.

Okay, but that doesn't mean
that Mom is cheating on Dad.

Oh, have you not noticed that
she talks about that professor

more than Greg talks
about being an inventor?

You're my big sister, and I love
you, but you have to stop jumping

to these ridiculous conclusions.

- What?
- Like when you thought the neighbor

was running a brothel out of his house.

Oh, my... Matt, there were women

parading in and out of his house

at all hours of the night.

Those were his wife's hospice nurses.

I don't know, when those
women stopped coming around,

he was pretty upset.

Because his wife had just died.

Oh, my God. Like the
hookers killed his wife.

Hey, what you guys talking about?

Nothing. It's private.

Oh, give it a rest, Matthew.

You did not invent privacy, all right?

You're not the inventor in this family.

Come on, you guys always leave me out,

ever since we were little kids.

We're adults now, so tell me

what you guys are talking about

or I'm gonna tell Mom.

- No.
- HEATHER: Yeah.

First you told me that I was a bastard.

Now you're telling me that I am

gonna come from a broken home?

Don't you think it's possible

that Mom gets some
intellectual stimulation

from this professor that
she doesn't get from Dad?

Hey, guys, is this
Cheeto's hair or your mom's?

This is Cheeto's hairbrush.
I know that for sure.

I-I have no idea, Dad.

Where is your mom?

Yeah.

Come on, you guys. We gotta hurry up

if we're gonna follow Mom.

Her class gets out in half an hour.

- Shotgun.
- No, I already called it.

In the house doesn't count.

No, I was in the hallway.

Guys. We do not have time for this.

Well, then tell Matthew that
you heard me call shotgun.

All right, fine. Matt,
you drive. Shotgun.

Aah! New driver cleans the slate.

Okay. Fine. I'll sit
in the back for now.

But you want to know
what, we are rotating seats

every 20 minutes, like
on family road trips.

- Get in.
- (engine starts)

GREG: Oh, man, I just sat on a banana.

HEATHER: All right,
her class just got out,

so she should be... oh, there she is.

Okay, she's on the move.

All right, I'm ready. Let's do this.

Four minutes left until
we switch seats, guys.

Okay, guys, she is at a motel.

- I-I don't like the look of this.
- Okay, Heather,

a lot of people go and visit motels.

It doesn't mean anything
bad is happening.

I mean, look at that guy.

- Selling drugs.
- HEATHER: Yeah.

Okay, right there.
She's going into a room.

I am sure that the professor's in there.

He's probably taking off his tweed coat

and getting ready for
an oral presentation.

(groans)

I'll tell you right now, I
am not calling this guy Dad.

Mom, open the door.

I may be a bastard, but I am
not coming from a broken home.

Kids, what are you doing here?

We are here to keep you

from making a terrible mistake.

Oh, oh...

Joanie?

Is this part of the humiliation?

I think we're the ones
making a terrible mistake.

I have to go.

Couldn't do this at home?

No. Sylvia the housekeeper's there

on Wednesdays,

and your dad needs a
headboard for his move.

Well, that's great.

Now, uh, every Wednesday

I will just think of that.

All right. You know what? Yeah.

I got carried away
again, and I am so sorry

that we had to see Dad tied up again.

Well, at least this time he
wasn't dressed up like Santa.

Our electric bill has doubled.

A-Are you guys running a space heater

and a fan at the same time?

Marriage is about compromise.

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Okay.

Because you're not having sex,

we thought that maybe this would
be a good time to talk to you.

Your father and I

think that you should start paying rent.

You want us to pay rent
to live in our own home?

Take a look at this
cable bill, all right?

We have a $150 pay-per-view charge

for some Japanese anime series

called Happy Raccoon
Sailor Princess.

In our defense, we
thought it was a porn.

You guys need to learn
about responsibility.

This feels like a macro-aggression.

Well, I don't know what that is.

Why are they screaming at us?

You need to pay rent like real adults,

unless

you want to go to college, in which case

we will completely support you.

I have never felt so unloved.

And you know what? If we're gonna

pay rent, we may as well
live in our own place,

where Dad doesn't have
to use our bathroom

every time he has to soak.

I didn't ask to have corns,

- God gave them to me.
- I know.

Nice hat. Are you guys Southern?

No, we're just adults.

Okay, uh, so, your first place.

Very exciting.

And let me just ask, how
much can you afford in rent?

Oh, well we haven't compiled
our financial dossier quite yet,

but we are, of course,

dollar cost averaging
across the net gain,

so, uh, let's just put that

in the ??�We'll get
back to you??� column.

- (clears throat)
- Okay, guys.

So, uh, the way this works is:

you're gonna need first month's rent,

last month's rent,
and a security deposit.

Wait, last month?

We didn't live in it last month.

Oh, dear.

Don, let's cut to the chase.

We can't pay you today,

but we're in a band and
our music is gonna be huge,

and you can get in on the ground floor.

Yeah. Think about that.

Are you thinking?

(chuckles)

Here's a place you can afford.

This is just a drawing of a duck.

Yeah.

TYLER: And you've
always helped me

when no one else would, Pop-Pop.

Look, you're married now.

It's time to grow up.

But it's so hard.

Everyone keeps telling us no and stuff.

And they keep yelling at us.

You Millennials think

everything's gonna land in your lap,

but dreams don't pay
for houses, money does.

And sometimes sex.

So we should have more sex?

I don't think I can do that, Pop-Pop.

No, no, no, no. Be resourceful.

You kids are smart.
Figure something out.

You know what? He's right.

We are really smart,

and we just need to work harder.

CLEMENTINE: Yeah, we can do that.

You know, if there's one thing I know,

it's that the world is fair.

There you go.

Do things yourself.

That's the American way.

Joanie! Will you make me a sandwich?

I'll be in the hot tub.

Hey, big news!

What?

We found a place to live.

What? H-How did you do that?

Well, we went by a bunch of colleges

looking for opportunities.

Oh, see, I told you
they'd figure it out.

The best path, you guys.

Was it ever.

They had credit card
applications everywhere,

so we got, like, ten of them,

and we used the money to buy a house.

Y-You what?

You can't buy a house with credit cards.

Then how'd we earn so
many airline points?

TIM: Wait.

How do you think you're
gonna pay off all that debt?

Well, you get cash back
on anything you buy,

so we'll be making money.

I just hope we can spend enough.

Man, I miss being as dumb as you guys.

So, where is this house?

Come on, I'll show you.

What is that?

CLEMENTINE: Isn't it cute?

Is that one of those
fancy little mailboxes?

No, it's called a tiny house,

but normal size people
can live in them, too.

Pop-Pop told us

to be resourceful,
so we took his advice.

Yep, so we are homeowners now

and real adults, and we don't need

- to rely on anyone for anything.
- Mm.

- Where you gonna put it?
- Well, we were thinking backyard,

but if you want to show it
off, we're fine with front.

CLEMENTINE: Come on,
honey. Let's go home.

(groans) I really had hope for that one.

Good God.

TIM: Where are they going?

"Joan touches Greg's face."

Are-are you sure you can count on that?

(chuckling): Bitch, please.

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Hey, Mom, will you get me another plate?

This one's dirty.

Oh, here, take mine.

(laughing)

- Oh!
- (laughing)

- (Joan yelling)
- She got me!

Mom got me!

Oh... (laughing)

Um, what's so special about

- the rooster plate?
- No,

please don't ask. Please don't ask.

Okay, it's the funniest story.

All right,

so I used to do all
of my holiday shopping

from catalogs, and then...

A catalog is like a Web
site, but it's on paper.

- Thank you.
- Okay, and so, um,

one year, Heather wrote
the wrong item number

in her mail-in form.

- Oh.
- And...

Oh, wait, wait, let me tell his part.

Oh, right, good, good.

So, instead of ordering slippers,

she ordered Mom this rooster plate.

Now, Mom-Mom sneaks the rooster plate in

with the regular plates.

And this time, she got me!

- Yay!
- Yay!

Yay.

Yay. (chuckles)

Am I missing something?

Mostly their DNA.

See, there seems to be
something in their genetic makeup

that makes them think that
story is frickin' hilarious,

and sadly I know everything that

these people will say or
do for the next two hours.

Like, how in two seconds,
John's gonna say a joke

and Heather's not gonna like it?

JOHN: It was kind of embarrassing

for you, hmm?

Just sitting there with your cock out.

- (laughing)
- HEATHER: Dad!

- Hi! Kids.
- Huh?

Well, a rooster's also called a cock.

Hey, I can say animals.

Family Bingo.

Oh, I am loving this idea.

Okay, rules are: whatever a
family member might say or do,

you put in a box.

Then, first person to
fill their card wins.

Like this?

"John does something
super creepy with Cheeto."

- Yeah, that's a solid start.
- Right?

Yeah, very good.

You're gonna be so hard to beat.

You have so much
experience with this family.

Yeah, but I'm not blood, okay?

And I was all by myself
until you came along,

so it's very nice to
have an outsider buddy.

Aw, that's so sweet.

"Colleen touches her
heart and says, 'Aw.'"

One, nothing.

- Oh, hey, Mom?
- Yeah?

Can you save some of
those potatoes for Tim?

He's always hungry after surgery.

"Heather mentions Tim
is a doctor." Boom.

Oh, hey. There you are.
You guys literally vanished.

I was literally about to call the cops.

"Matt abuses the word 'literally.'"

- This is almost too easy.
- I know.

What's too easy?

Ooh, what are those pieces of paper?

- Nothing.
- Damn it.

- Out of here.
- JOHN: Hey!

What are you guys all
doing upside down, huh?

Family Bingo? This is awesome.

Yeah, it's a game changer.

Suddenly, I want John to ask
me which type of Mexican I am.

All right, I want to play.

- Nah.
- (gasps)

Yeah, we should let him.
He's not real family, either.

- (whining)
- Oh, okay, fine, yeah.

But just don't ruin it.

Of course not! Look, since
you guys got a head start,

what if I get the four corners...

- No.
- Okay, how about this?

Instead of doing the whole sheet,

we just do, like, an "X."

- Nope.
- All right,

- I'm just spitballing here.
- Hmm?

But what if halfway through,

- we switch our paper?
- All right, "Tim ruins something."

- Check.
- No, that doesn't count.

But that does.

I got to think of something.

- (gasps)
- Oh!

"Tim saves the day." You got that one?

- No.
- No.

Oh, I just ate peanut butter.

Give the captain a kiss.

Yes! That's a two-for-one.

"John refers to himself as the captain.

John tongue kisses the dog."

Damn! Okay, time to
play a little offense.

Oh, Heather.

Yeah?

I think it's so great

how you let Sam play on her phone

when she needs a break from the family.

HEATHER: Hey, Samantha!

Come on, you know no
screens at Sunday brunch.

- Such a good mom. Yeah.
- Oh, thank you.

- Hey, babe.
- Yeah?

Try this, it's so good.

Yeah.

- Ooh.
- What?

You've something in your...

- there you go.
- Thanks, Mom.

I had that one, too, but I wrote down,

"Joan marks Greg as her territory."

I just got one box left. You?

Yeah, me, too. I just need Sophia

to say a word that Matt doesn't know.

I only got two left. Where's my paper?

I just had it. It's like...

Guys, what's this?

(gasps)

"Matt mentions high school glory days."

You talking about my
three-touchdown game again, Mom?

"Heather thinks we're
talking about her?"

What's that about me?

JOAN: What-what?

Tim?

It's a simple explanation.

Mm-hmm.

That Jen will provide.

- Go ahead.
- What?

They're playing People Bingo, Joan.

Yeah, we used to play it in 'Nam,

only ours was

more like "if Bill loses
a leg" or "Hank dies."

It's the same idea.

You do it to survive an
intolerable situation.

Is that what you think about our brunch?

- No.
- No.

- No.
- No, it's just,

look at it from our perspective, okay?

Most of your stories don't include us,

so when you start to reminisce,

what are we supposed to do?

COLLEEN: Well, Jen,

we could have a great attitude

and put on our listening ears.

"Colleen sucks up to Joan."

- Can I have that?
- Come on!

I only have one left.

Look, we are really so sorry

that we had some fun at your expense.

No.

We owe you an apology.

You are so important to us.

Your lives are woven

into ours,

and you make our lives golden.

And I just hope that when I'm gone,

you continue to... to weave together.

Thank you.

"Joan talks about her own death."

Bingo!

- (laughs) Oh.
- What?

Come on!

Oh...

Seriously?

I mean... shucks.

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