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- Hey! - Hey.

There's nobody home.

I wonder what that's like.

How was your class today, dear? Did the children listen to you?

I teach traffic school, ma.

- Since when? - Since today.

Lots of cops do it, you know.

Chance to earn a little spending money.

How about spending a little on rent?

There may not be any money.

Got my first student evaluations today.

Yeah? What did they say, dear?

You want to know what they say?

Okay, ma, here's what they say...

"This class is a sure cure for insomnia.

Next time, just please take away my license."

That's just a couple of people. Who cares what they say?

"After ten minutes, I wanted to take the officer's gun

and end my misery."

I stink.

Come on, Robert. It was your first time teaching.

Yeah? Well, the supervisor said it might be my last.

He's sitting in on my class tomorrow.

Oh, well, now, that's not fair.

You probably just need a little practice.

Well, it's really not the type of thing you can practice.

It's all about relating to people.

You're a dead man.

Honey, listen. You can practice on me, dear.

Come on, give me one of your routines.

- What? - One of your traffic things.

Come on. Let's just say I'm a crazy driver. Shut up, Frank.

And I get caught.

Now I've got to go to Robbie's Traffic School.

It's not called Robbie's Traffic School, ma!

It doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter.

Alright, let's pretend I'm a person. Shut up, Frank.

- You know what would help me? - What?

If I could practice on all of you.

- What? - Yeah. Yeah.

We got enough for a class right here.

No, you don't.

- Goodnight. - No. Stop!

Let me walk you home, dad. It's dark out.

- 'Ray.' - 'What?'

Robert, you know what? You want to run some things by me

I'll be happy to help you.

And I'll help you, too, dear. And Frank will, too.

- I don't believe Frank will. - You could learn a few things.

There's nothing wrong with the way I drive.

What about that squirrel you ran over?

He doubled back.

- That squirrel wanted to die. - Oh, please.

What about our mailbox, Frank? Did it want to die?

Don't you have an outstanding moving violation, dad?

I wouldn't say outstanding.

It was pretty good, though.

Well, if you'll let me practice my class on you

it'll take the ticket off your record

and your insurance won't go up.

Wait a minute. You can do that?

Well, then why don't you just sign the thing that says I went?

I didn't hear that, dad.

Alright, you didn't hear that.

Maybe you'd like to hear it

from some of our finest presidents.

Dad!

Alright. If I have to stay, so does Ray.

He's got that traffic ticket

he doesn't want to tell Debra about.

- Dad. - What ticket?

What is happening?

Traffic school? How long is this gonna be?

Well, if you don't take any breaks

I can do a condensed version in three hours.

- What? - Sweet crap!

Wait a minute. How long is regular traffic school?

Eight hours.

And you're gonna have to go to that if you don't come to me.

That's right, I got all the papers you need right in here.

I'll go set up.

You have two minutes before we begin.

I suggest you all visit the lavatories.

Okay.

"Begin with introductions."

Hello, I am Sgt. Robert Charles Barone.

Sixteen years, NYPD.

And you are?

Hated by God.

I'm not doing this.

Ray, okay? My name is Ray. Je m'appelle Ray.

Hi, Ray.

- Debra. - Good.

Hi, I'm Marie.

I'm Frank. Sign my thing.

Now I would like to direct your attention to the board.

You will see, speed limits...

"Pedestrians, signs and signals of the highway.."

Things that are boring.

- Urban versus rural driving. - Things I don't care about!

- Insurance. - Terribly boring things!

That's enough, Raymond! That's enough!

Now I would like each of you to tell us

what offense led you to be here today.

Let's start with...

Raymond.

I killed my brother.

- Traffic offense. - Oh! Oh!

Could you go lie down in the driveway for a minute?

It says right here in the binder that each student must tell

the offense they committed.

Yeah, come on. Let's hear about your little offense.

What? It was nothing.

I-I ran over one of those orange cones, that's all.

Tell her why.

I don't remember, dad.

I remember. I was there.

It had something to do with a halter top.

- Okay. - Halted you pretty good.

Dad.

You know how these things happen.

You see somebody and you think they're naked.

Then you look and they're just wearing a beige top.

The next thing you know, you've run over a couple of cones.

Reckless driving.

So you just ride around looking for naked?

- Well, if it won't come to me... - Yeah.

Look, okay, can we get back to the course, please?

Who can answer this question?

"At 55 miles an hour, you will travel over 800 feet

"in ten to twelve seconds, so will an oncoming truck.

To pass safely, how many feet will you need?"

- 'Dad.' - Sign my thing.

Come on!

What are you doing?

Robert, that question is really complicated.

Is that something they would ask?

- It's in the binder. - What, you know what...

Maybe we don't have to do this class

exactly like it is in the binder.

What do you mean?

The binder's not just a guide, Debra. The binder is...

...binding.

Shut up, Frank.

- What? - Yeah, yeah...

You were about to do a bathroom joke.

- A bathroom joke? - Yeah, about binding.

Alright, look, let's focus, people.

Rice.

- Look, please-- - Cheese.

That's enough!

- How about some-- - Bananas!

Things that are binding.

Would you please...

These are safety issues. And let's remember something...

Driving is a privilege, not a right.

Yams. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Robert. - Don't apologize.

That was good. Yams.

Sorry.

That explains last Thanksgiving.

Oh, God.

You're not helping, ma.

We're just having a little fun.

Well, we're not here to have fun.

Well, then, you're the man for the job.

- Maybe I'm not. - Come on, Robert.

I'm just saying if we have to do this

why has it got to be torture?

I see. I'm sorry this is torture.

I guess the student evaluations were correct.

Oh, come on. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

I'm just trying to give you some advice.

And what is that advice, Raymond?

I don't know.

Lighten up.

Lighten up.

Thank you very much.

Hey, you didn't sign my thing.

- What did you do? - What? He left.

It breaks my heart the way you treat your brother.

Me? You were all laughing at him.

I was not laughing.

You weren't laughing? Rice.

That was funny.

No, I think we were all a little bit insensitive.

Robert's got no sense of humor about himself.

That's right. You've got to be able to laugh at yourself.

Look at me, I laugh at your mother all the time.

I'm not you, Frank.

I know. But I'm married to you, so the joke's on me.

Look, Robert's feeling pretty bad.

I mean, I think we need to apologize and make it up to him.

Go ahead, Ray.

- What? No. - Yes. Go speak to your brother.

No.

Oh, Robbie, I'm so glad you're back.

And Raymond's sorry for what he said.

No, no. Raymond was right. This doesn't have to be torture.

I just got to learn to lighten up.

And to that end, I'd like to introduce you to...

...Traffic Cop Timmy!

- Oh, my God. - Yeah.

Timmy's going to help teach us the rest of the class tonight.

- Isn't that right, Timmy? - 10-4, sarge.

Look, Robert, I'm sorry what I said about lightening up here.

This might be too light.

No, no, it's okay, Raymond.

You know, my partner Judy uses Timmy

to teach the kids about safety and they all love her.

Yeah, and Judy has warmer hands.

Sorry, Timmy.

Oh, Robbie, you're very good.

Hey, make his eyes move again.

- How do you do that? - I'm not doing anything.

Hey, Frank, why don't you park it over there?

And I mean legally.

Alright. Now we got a show.

- Can you believe this? - Look at his little shoes.

Alright, Timmy, tell everybody what we'll be learning next.

Wait a minute, Robert. Come on, you're really going to do this?

Hey, Ray, this was your idea.

Did anybody hear me say puppet?

That's quite enough out of you.

Now why don't you sit down, Big Nose?

What?

He called you Big Nose.

Come on, come on, we're being supportive.

Look how cute he is.

Alright, Timmy, let's behave ourself.

We're here to teach traffic school.

Oh, yeah, right. Okay, let's see who can answer this.

When you're behind another vehicle

what is the proper following distance?

- Frank? - Uh...

Well, if the guy's going really slow

I like to be right on his butt.

So if he looks back, he can read my lips.

No, dad. It is one car lane per ten miles of speed.

Yeah, remind me to never drive with you, you crazy old bastard.

How's that?

Alright. Now let's move on, Timmy.

Don't you have a question for ma?

- Sure. Marie, is it? - Yeah.

Hi, Marie. Okay.

Now, when you get into the car

what are you supposed to do before you begin driving?

Oh, I know that. You buckle your seat belt.

- Good. - And you check your mirrors.

Correct.

You look to the left, you look to the right

you look behind you.

Very good. Anything else?

- No, I think that's it. - Oh, that's it.

She thinks that's it.

Isn't that everything, Timmy?

Oh, yeah, sure, that's everything.

But how about making sure your first-born child is in the car

before you pull out of a gas station in New Mexico?

Well, that's awfully specific.

Is that in the binder?

Robbie, that was 30 years ago.

I don't have a problem with it.

Uh-oh!

Yeah. Remember that? Big road trip, fun family vacation.

Driving out to see the Grand Canyon.

Frank stops to get some gas and you all drive off

while Robert's still in the men's room.

How do you know? You weren't there.

Oh, we got a real battle of wits going on here.

We thought you were sleeping in the back.

It was only an hour driving and then we noticed.

We turned right around.

Oh, only two hours.

Excellent mothering.

I remember that. We missed the tribal dances.

You would've liked that, Ray.

I hear those ladies don't wear very much.

Ah, poor Raymond missed the tribal dances.

Raymond. Raymond. Raymond.

Meanwhile, back at the rest stop

a couple of truckers want to braid Robert's hair.

We happen to be very good parents, Timmy.

Ah, yeah, great family, right?

As long as everybody's eating, everybody's happy, right, mama?

Just ask your husband, Burp 'n' Slurp.

Hey, how come you haven't said anything about Debra yet?

I don't have a problem with Debra. You're alright, cookie.

Aah! Cha-cha-cha.

I think traffic school's over now.

Me, too. I'm getting tired of Timmy's mouth.

Ah, sit down, shiny.

- You want to start with me? - Dad. Dad. Dad.

Puppet.

Yeah, right. If it was Raymond's traffic school

everybody would be sitting here without a peep.

But the minute this poor slob...

...needs something...

...everybody's too busy.

Everybody makes with the jokes.

Nobody cares.

Come on, flatfoot. Let's get the hell out of here.

Timmy's mean.

Robert.

Damn it.

Robert!

What have you done with Robert?

Robert!

I'm not signing your thing, dad.

- Hey! - Oh, hey.

I'm not signing your thing, either.

That's alright. Listen...

I'm sorry about the...

You know, telling you to lighten up and everything.

It's alright. Gave it a shot.

Yeah, yeah, it went well.

Well, that Timmy's got a lot of issues though, huh?

You know, Timmy's just a puppet.

Yeah, I know. It's good to hear you say it.

Made a real ass out of myself, didn't I?

You know what people like? Balloon animals.

My whole life, every time I felt bad for myself, mom would say

"The family will help you. We'll make you feel better."

I'd fall for it every time.

Yeah, well, mom and dad...

You know, this parenting stuff, it's just not their field.

They did alright by you. You're the golden boy.

Oh, will you stop that, already, okay?

They messed me up just as much as you, pal.

Oh, yeah, you're as messed up as me?

- Yeah. Probably more so. - You're insulting me now?

You don't own messed up. You were neglected.

- Try being smothered. - I used to pray for smothered.

You want smothered?

How about in school when mom became cafeteria monitor

to make sure I ate all my food

and kept my sweater on, and sat with her?

- That was bad. - Yeah. Alright?

How about the times when you started walking to school, right

and mom would follow you the whole way?

- She did? - Yeah, yeah.

She'd hide from tree to tree.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my, that's the crazy tree lady from the dreams.

- Nightmares, huh? - Yeah.

- How long did you have them? - I just had one four days ago.

- That is pretty messed up. - Yeah, it is.

Hey, so the jumping-canoe guy is...

Dad.

Oh, my God.

Thanks for coming over, Raymond.

You really did make me feel better.

Man, they're worse than I thought.

- I should talk to them. - Want to borrow the dummy?

Gah!

Not so funny without his head, is he?

What did you do, dad? I need that.