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- Hey. - Hey.

Let's go, Van. We got an 8:30 tee time.

Oh, Dad, this is so cool you're taking him golfing.

Van is totally psyched. He's been up half the night practicing yelling "fore."

Cheyenne, honey.

- If your husband's going to be a golfer... - Mm-hmm.

...you'll have to learn to listen to golf stories.

- Oh. - Yeah.

I find it's helpful to keep a thumbtack in your hand

and squeeze it every few minutes.

I don't know if I mentioned it,

but I placed second in the club championship.

- The pivotal moment, it was-- - Hang on. Let me get a thumbtack.

- Fore! - [Brock] Oh, no, no, no.

[Cheyenne] Oh.

Come on, Van. We're going to play golf.

Not... miniature golf.

Hey, what you up to?

I'm goin' golfing here with Mr. H.

- Yeah. - Oh.

I gotta get a boom box for the cart.

[Reba] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're goin' to Brock's stuffy old country club lookin' like that?

[laughs]

[imitates Reba's laugh] No, he's not.

Cheyenne, go lay out some big-boy clothes for Van.

Hey. I'm tryin' to create a new image now that I'm playing arena ball.

Tell them about the photo shoot. There's this photo shoot.

Van and I are gettin' our pictures taken. At a photo shoot.

It's for the team program. I really want a unique look.

- Yeah. - I call it...

-"Van-tastic." - Oh.

I really want to look hot. I call it...

-"Lookin' hot." - Oh.

[imitating sizzle]

Oh, okay.

Hey. I'm really glad you guys are here.

Whoa. You've never said that before.

- My palms are sweaty. - [chuckles]

Kyra and I had a great conversation last night when she slept over.

She told me about some of the colleges she's considering.

- College? - [Reba] Mm-hmm.

Man, where does the time go?

More importantly,

where did it come from?

Well, thank goodness we started that college fund when she was little.

I went online and checked that.

Yeah? How'd it do during the bear market?

Well, let's just say that Yogi got the "pic-a-nic" basket.

[laughs]

We need to put some cash back in that fund.

Now, I'm makin' some cuts around here,

and I was hopin' you'd be willing to help out.

You bet. We'll make some cuts.

- We can start shopping at the bulk store. - Mm.

And doin' our own auto repair.

Yeah. We can save millions refining our own oil.

I think we need to find some bigger cash.

So, think about it, and we'll talk again in a couple of days.

- All right. Ready to go. - Finally.

Oh. And I got us a caddy.

Hope you like Snoop Dogg, Dad.

[theme song playing]

[Reba] Hey-hey!

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands ♪

♪ And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

- Hey. Is Brock home? - Oh, he had a business meeting.

Would you like some soda from the bulk store?

I'm not really sure what flavor it is.

Yeah. I went shopping down there, too.

Say, if you ever need any peaches, and I mean ever...

just let me know.

Thanks. Do you need your oil changed?

- Nah. I'm good. - Okay.

Actually, I came down here to talk about money.

This nickel-and-dime stuff isn't gonna do the trick for the college fund.

But I've come up with a way of makin' some big-time cash.

Brock should sell his country club membership.

You can sell a membership?

It has to be your membership, right?

Yeah, that's the catch.

Look, Brock's had this membership for 15 years,

which means he could make a nifty little profit.

Oh. Yeah, but leavin' the club, that would be a huge deal for Brock.

- He loves golf. - Yeah. He does.

Anybody who's seen his "naked lady" golf tees knows that.

Okay, so here's the deal.

You sell the membership, put some money into Kyra's college fund,

and still have a decent amount of money left over.

Oh. You, my tangy, redheaded neighbor, are a genius.

Yeah.

And I know exactly what I would do with a little extra do-re-mi.

- What's that? - Put in a pool.

- A pool? - Mm-hmm. Absolutely.

And then, I'd get one of those hilarious signs

that says "Welcome to our 'ool.'

"You'll notice there's no 'P' in it.

Please keep it that way." [laughs]

Wouldn't that be a hoot?

I think Brock would really like a pool.

And it would be somethin' we could do together as a family.

A pool might be just the thing.

When he gets home, I'll tell him you want to talk to him about something.

Or you could talk to him about it.

Oh. Reba, this is a big decision.

It only seems right it be between a man and his ex-wife.

[groans, thuds]

Hey, Barbra Jean said you wanted to talk to me.

Yeah.

[Van] Presenting the Arena Football League's new power couple,

Van and Cheyenne Montgomery.

Yo, Sinatra. Sammy and Dino are waitin' out in the limo.

Wow. Check it out. You guys look great.

Yeah. Oh! I am so excited about this photo shoot.

We're gonna be in the team's program. People save those things.

We're gonna be immortal.

Oh, I gotta see this. What time are they comin'?

We're gonna do it over at the arena.

- Not here. - Yeah.

I don't want it to look like I live with my mother-in-law.

- You do live with your mother-in-law. - Yeah.

But I don't want it to look like it.

I mean, we are...

we're totally grateful for the sacrifices you've made, Mrs. H.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, check this out. What do you think for our pose for the picture?

Oh, yeah.

You look so... French.

- Oh! Oui, oui, baby. - Yeah!

- Croissant! Croissant! - Oh, yeah. Bye, you guys.

French. Ah!

[Cheyenne] Let's go, Van.

- Oh, boy. - Oh.

Is there anything like the excitement of just starting out in life?

- No. - You got nothin' but your dreams.

Yeah.

Problem is, when you're young,

you don't realize that your dreams are the most valuable thing you'll ever have.

Have you been listening to your Peter, Paul & Mary albums again?

Sit down, Brock. I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you, too. You know, it's funny,

'cause it kind of relates to what Van said just now

about all the things that you gave up for them.

- That was very inspirational. - Really?

Because giving something up is very inspirational.

And maybe you can have the opportunity to be inspirational, too.

Real soon.

You know, I've been thinking about that a lot lately.

I mean, am I just saying stuff to the kids, or am I actually living it?

Ah, the old talkin' the talk versus walkin' the walk.

- Every parent's nightmare. - Exactly.

You can talk till you're blue in the face about what it takes

to make your dreams come true,

but unless they see that you're willing to sacrifice,

it doesn't mean a thing.

I agree with ya.

Bet you haven't heard me say that in a while.

So, to recap,

what we're both agreeing on here is that giving up something

is very inspirational.

Definitely.

Oh, man. I don't know what the heck made me think of this,

but I have just the suggestion to help you do that.

I don't need a suggestion.

I already have a way. I just haven't told anyone yet.

Well, tell me,

'cause I'm gonna laugh my head off if it's the same thing I was thinking of.

Are you plannin' on givin' up the country club?

- What? No. - No?

- That'd be crazy. - No?

I'm gonna quit my job.

- You're gonna quit your job? - Yes, ma'am.

Brock, you work for yourself.

Is it because your boss is a jerk?

I'm gonna sell that office.

It's time to get back in the dream business.

But I thought your dream was to be a successful dentist.

No. No. It was to be successful.

I picked dentistry because I thought I could do well at it, and I have.

Okay. Wait a minute. So far, it all sounds sane.

But where exactly does the train of thought go flyin' off the tracks?

Wait. Is this because we were tryin' to find money for Kyra's college fund?

No. No. That's not the reason, although it will mean that there's money for that.

No. You know, I've been thinking about this for a while.

I want to live my life in a way

that inspires our kids to follow their own dreams.

So you think quitting is inspirational?

Well, you haven't heard what I'm gonna do instead of dentistry.

What? Make cuckoo clocks?

- You ready? - I doubt it, but go on.

I am gonna play professional golf.

- Golf? - Yes.

- On the Hooters Tour. - Oh!

Well, why didn't you just say that?

- I-- - What the heck's wrong with you?

- The Hooters Tour? - Yeah. It's an actual tour.

There are a lot of them. It's like the minor leagues of golf.

I'm gonna sell the practice

and use the money as a nest egg while I work my way up.

Then, in a few years, I'm gonna get my PGA card,

and I'm gonna shoot for the senior tour.

Uh... Is this some kind of midlife crisis?

Because you dumping me for the blonde was supposed to be your midlife crisis.

You only get one!

Van and Cheyenne just walked out of here with the life bursting out of them

because they're trying to follow their dreams.

- I want that. - This is your dream?

Brock, we were married for 20 years.

I never heard you say anything about playing professional golf.

I thought about it a lot.

Well, if thinking about it is all it takes to make it happen,

Kris Kristofferson should be walkin' in here any second!

Reba, with all due respect, I'm not askin' for your permission.

Okay. All right. Brock, just the other night,

we were sittin' here trying to find ways

to come up with some money for Kyra's college fund.

- Remember? - Yeah. Now we found it.

Okay. What about Jake? What about Henry?

What if you and Barbra Jean decide to have more children?

Reba, Hale Irwin made three million dollars

last year on the senior tour.

Well, then be his caddy and hope that money falls out of his pocket!

What's really goin' on here?

You know what a mulligan is?

The booze you've been drinkin'?

No.

No. It's when you hit a second shot on the golf course

because your first one went bad. It's a chance to correct a mistake.

This is my mulligan, Reba.

But what if the second shot's worse than the first?

What if it hits a tree and... and ricochets off

and smashes you in the head, or has that already happened?

It's not gonna be worse, okay?

I'll talk to you later. I'm gonna go hit some golf balls.

[sighs]

Where is Kris Kristofferson?

- Ninety-eight-- - Barbra Jean.

Ninety-nine, hundred.

Okay, Henry. Ready or not, here I come!

Well, that should give me about 20 minutes. What's up?

Okay. I talked to Brock.

Oh, my gosh. I'm getting my "ool."

He just got through telling me that he's gonna quit his job,

sell his practice, and play golf for a living.

Yeah. He started telling me these stories about hooters or mulligans.

At first, I thought he was kidding, then I remembered he's not funny.

Well, I think that is a wonderful idea.

- I know. - Mm-hmm.

But I thought if the two of us could get--

You what?

Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah.

I think that Brock will be very successful doing that.

Do you guys have a gas leak in this house?

- How can you support this? - Because that's what I do, Reba.

My role is the supportive wife.

I'm not the one he talks to about stuff. No, you are.

I'm the one who gets told how it's gonna be

after the decision has already been made!

Oh! [scoffs] That doesn't happen.

It just did!

Okay, it does.

Put your role aside for a second.

Do you honestly think this is a good idea?

I think that

my husband deserves the right to run his own life.

Barbra Jean, you run things.

You're the one that wears the clown pants in the family.

Well, sure. When it comes to tellin' Brock how to cook the steaks,

but not about somethin' like this, not about his happiness.

Oh, I see.

Just not the important things. And why is that?

- Just because. - Because why?

- Because because. - Barbra Jean, why?

Because maybe I've seen what happens

when he thinks his wife isn't supportive enough.

Somethin' has been bothering Brock lately,

and the one thing that I was really scared of, Reba, was that it was me.

I can handle it being anything else.

You know, even some boneheaded scheme that scares me to death.

- Well, if it scares you, tell him. - [scoffs]

If you don't tell him how you feel,

if you just pretend it's okay, then you've got a dishonest marriage.

Reba, you and Brock have a very honest relationship.

But you don't have a marriage.

And I don't intend to be the next former Mrs. Brock Hart.

It ain't as bad as it sounds.

Hello.

Anybody home?

Oh, Van. Your house is gorgeous.

Well, just a place I like to hang my hat.

- Hello! - I am glad I made you show it to me.

If I owned a home so beautiful, I'd want to show it off.

- Van, we should go. - It's cool. She's not even here.

- Who? - Who?

- Uh... - Uh... Uh...

Uh, nobody.

Well, actually, our maid.

Oh.

Reba.

But we... We don't like to call her the maid.

No. No, no. She's, uh... She's been with us so long,

she's like part of the family.

Oh, okay. Let's get the happy homeowners in a picture.

- Okay. - All right?

You two, uh, stand by the staircase there.

Okay.

[both shout] Ah!

[both laugh] Hey.

Oh, you must be from the team. I'm Reba.

Oh. Hi. I'm Mary Joe.

- It's so nice to meet you. - Thank you.

Van and Cheyenne have been saying some lovely things about you.

- Aw, they're so sweet. - They are.

- You're very lucky. - Ah. Blessed.

- We should go. - Yeah.

Hold on. Let me get some pictures of you with the maid.

[laughing]

Ah. Are you thirsty?

- How about some lemonade? - Yeah.

Oh, great. Oh, Reba. Grab your apron.

What's that?

You know... [stamps foot]

You know, I'll make lemonade. I'll go find some lemons.

[Cheyenne] Okay.

So, tell us, Reba. What's it like working for these two, huh?

Okay, look, this is awkward. [chuckles nervously]

No, no, no, no. I'll tell you what's awkward.

Before I got this job, I used to live with my mother-in-law.

- You talk about embarrassing. - [Mary Joe chuckles]

- Oh. Yeah. - This is great stuff.

Oh, yeah. But now,

workin' for Miss Cheyenne and Mr. Van,

why, it's just like caring for my own children.

They treat me right proper.

And when I have to take some time off,

like today, I have to go down to deal with my kooky ex-husband...

- Uh-huh. - ...it's never a problem.

Even though it means my bosses will have to do all my work.

Is that true?

It is today.

And it's a lot of work.

They'll have to do the laundry...

[Mary Joe] Mm-hmm.

...cook dinner,

wash dishes, clean the kitchen.

And they'll never make a single complaint.

Not a peep.

I don't know what I do to deserve these two.

I tell you, Mary Joe. I'm not lucky.

I'm blessed.

Oh, this is so embarrassing. You're here for my birthday present.

No. I'm gonna buy you some marbles, seein' how you lost all of yours.

I know what you're gonna say, Reba.

Oh, you do? Well, great. Why don't you tell me?

'Cause, honestly, I don't know what to say.

This is so weird, I don't even know where to begin.

No. It's not weird.

What's weird is continuing to do something that makes you miserable.

Oh, everybody does that.

Heck, I talked to Barbra Jean three times this week.

You know, I truly believe that I can compete on the senior tour.

Well, I got a suggestion for you.

Why don't you keep workin' on your game, keep your job,

and do all of this when you retire?

- I'd be too old. - For the senior tour?

Look, Brock. I'm not askin' you this because of the kids.

But worrying about somebody after 20 years is a hard habit to break.

Come on now. I've asked you this before, and I'm gonna ask you again.

What's really goin' on?

- Brock. - I'm not happy.

Okay.

I haven't been happy for a while.

I thought it would be better after the divorce.

And then I thought it'd be better after Barbra Jean and I got married,

or after Henry was born or after Kyra moved in.

It's just like my life has become waiting for this thing

that's supposed to make me feel good again.

Something like a pool?

Hey. This just happens from time to time to people.

I guess it's how we know we're still alive.

Have you talked to anybody about this?

You know, I actually talked to a shrink.

Really?

Yeah. I met him in a bar. He was pretty loaded, though.

Brock, I'm serious.

[sighs]

You need to do some serious talking and some serious thinking

before you make a decision this big.

Tell you what.

If I make this putt,

I'm quittin' my job.

[whispers] Oh, Lord.

That was in.

Brock, this is not a game.

I met with a broker. I'm selling the practice.

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