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- Hey, I just got the... - Hey.

Why are you drinking beer at 10:00 in the morning?

Uh, we are out of orange juice.

No, we're not. It's right behind the...

Beer.

I like beer.

Anyway, I just got the estimate from our painter.

Oh, wow. How much would it cost

if we used paint instead of liquid gold?

He said it'll be done by Saturday.

But to avoid inhaling all the paint fumes,

he suggested we stay in a hotel.

Hotel?

How bad can the fumes be?

Bad enough to cause brain damage.

How much brain damage?

Here I thought we could have

a nice, romantic night away.

Really?

"Birthday" stuff?

Mm, maybe. If it's a nice hotel.

- Oh, you mean... - Yes, Jeff.

I want a bathroom right in the room.

Howdy, neighbors.

Hey, Liz. What's up?

I have a bit of an announcement.

I've come to the conclusion

that I don't need men to have a good time.

Men agree.

Now, I'll admit,

I did enjoy that little rabbit Russell

thumping away on top of me.

But we all know he's a cad.

So I've decided to become an empowered woman.

Oh. What does today's empowered woman do?

Oh, all sorts of things.

Have you ever examined yourself with a hand mirror?

Oh, say,

can you guys watch my cats this weekend?

Especially Marty.

He'll need his eye sopped. It's gotten all milky again.

And, oh, how he fights those suppositories.

Just...

Well, look, we can't.

We're going away to a nice hotel.

- Yeah. - Private bath...

Oh, sexy.

I look forward to the stories.

Err on the side of way too graphic.

Okay, here's the key to our place.

The painter will be finished on Saturday,

so we need you to go in on Sunday

and close all the windows.

No problemo.

Don't touch any of my stuff.

- Ah, hey, losers. - Hey.

Whoa.

Time has not been kind

to Dennis the menace.

Dennis the menace--

precocious rascal, adored the world over.

I'll take it.

The big news is,

I booked myself on a cruise this weekend,

and I'm told the passengers are almost all ladies.

Anyway, I'd say the chances of me dropping

ye old anchor this weekend are pretty high.

And by "anchor," I do mean...

Yeah, we know what you mean.

Uh, penis?

Yeah, we just gave this guy a key to our apartment.

Wait, you're gonna be on that cruise all weekend?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, this is perfect.

Not for the women on the ship who aren't strong swimmers.

No, he's not gonna be in his new apartment,

so we could stay there?

That's fine by me.

Just don't get any of your marriage cobwebs

on my furniture.

Well, what do you say, Aud?

It'd save us a chunk of change.

Yeah. Sleeping at Russell's?

Sure. Yeah.

We were just talking about how it doesn't burn enough

when we pee.

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Russell Dunbar's office.

Ahoy there, Timmy!

This is your cruise director Russell

aboard the s. S. Intercourse.

Ah, the rare single entendre.

Yeah, this is actually the perfect spot.

I'll be the first man the chicks see

when they come onboard.

Oh, I just hope there won't be a stampede

at the refund desk.

I already checked. There's no refunds.

Ooh, here they come.

Hey.

Hi.

Timmy, what's going on?

These chicks, they're not young.

Actually, none of them.

Timmy, why is this happening? Oh, I don't know, sir.

Sometimes bad things happen to horrible people.

Can you get online and look up this cruise?

It's supposed to be filled with red-hot ladies.

Oh, this is brilliant!

What you thought were red-hot ladies

are in fact a group of women known as the "red hat ladies."

- What's that? - Well...

It says here that the red hat society gals--

and I'm quoting when I say "gals"--

are a group of fun, frisky women over 50.

I'm sorry? Over 50?

Oh, my God. I'm knee-deep in granny cranny?

Oh, sir, I had no plans for the weekend,

but now with the amount of laughing

I'll be doing at your expense,

I find myself overbooked.

It's best I get started.

Fix this. Get me out of here, all right? Asap.

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Timmy, get me out of-- Timmy!

Timmy, call the coast guard!

Timmy! Timmy, save me!

Wow, look at this place.

Wow!

Oh!

Have you ever seen a more spectacular view?

I haven't.

I know we make fun of Russell,

but I gotta say, this place is pretty classy.

Oh, I may have spoken too soon.

Well, we can judge him,

or...

We can share love,

and we can make love.

Say, how about champagne?

Ooh, did you bring any?

No, but there's a bottle coming up

and out of that table right now.

Oh. Yeah. Thank you, ladies!

That's great.

- Hello? - Hey.

These red hat loonies are coming for me, Tim.

Well, put on your arm floaties and swim for it.

I guess I'll just hunker down in my cabin

and try to ignore the sounds of breasts

dragging down the corridor.

Sir, how old are these women?

I don't know-- 40? 90?

Let's be honest.

After 28, it's all the same.

I only asked because it seems as though

they're only just a few years older than you are, sir.

Oh, ba-ba-ba-- Timmy, Timmy.

You're breaking up.

Ship's going through a tunnel.

Ugh.

Oh, please allow me.

Nicely blown.

I get that a lot.

I'm Sylvia.

Uh, Russell.

Hmm. Care to dance, Russell?

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm not much of a dancer, per se.

Ohh...

Although this is my jam.

Ooh-wah! Ooh-wah!

Come on, get you some!

Yeah! Don't be shy. Get some of this.

Mm! Mm!

- Whoo! - Okay, gals!

Do the dolphin!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Ah, the Binghams.

Join me for breakfast?

Why don't I sit here

so you can sit across from your lovely--

gee, I'm just wondering why...

- Don't want to look at him. - Fine by me.

Hmm.

Well, then...

Elbows in when the eggs arrive, yes?

We had a fight at Russell's last night,

and, of course, Jeff refused to apologize.

- I did apologize. - You did not.

I did too.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude,

but I couldn't help but overhear.

But we could always look at the videotape.

What videotape?

As one might expect

from a perv like Mr. dunbar...

His apartment is rigged with the latest

in video surveillance equipment.

Oh, that's disgusting!

And doesn't he have to tell us if we're being taped?

Only if he releases it publicly.

In his employ, I've become somewhat of a scholar

on this dark, dank corner of the law.

I'm glad that it's recorded.

Now we can settle this thing.

Yes, we can. Let's go to Russell's.

- Let's. - Fine.

I don't know why Audrey asked you to go with me.

I know how to open the windows.

You're supposed to close them.

- I'm so glad you came. - Mm.

Oh, we've never been in here without them.

It's kind of weird. I know.

Hey.

You know what we should do?

I think I'm thinking what you're thinking.

Yeah.

Let's go eat some of their cereal.

Uh, I, uh...

I had a slightly different thought.

But after this, I'm gonna crush some cereal.

Very funny, Sylvia.

Two husbands in the ground,

and you still know how to laugh.

Okay, I've pulled up the footage from yesterday.

There we are.

Ew! That's what we look like kissing?

I like my moves.

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Did you remember

to turn off the coffee maker?

And there it is. Audrey derails the sex train.

I don't know.

Now I'm gonna be distracted.

You know what? I just remembered.

I did. I did turn it off.

He so didn't turn it off.

You just said whatever it took

to get me on my back.

So the coffee pot is on. What's the worst that happens?

We get home, and there's coffee?

That's not the point. The point is you lied

just to get what you want.

You're the one that always has to make a big deal

out of nothing.

You can't just let go

and have a good time.

Am I right, Timmy?

I'm really just here to work the remote.

Well, you wanna know what his problem is?

It's not difficult. Play, pause, so forth.

He never cares at all about things that matter to me.

Everything he says is just designed to...

Get you on your back.

So you said, and I remember.

Um...

Let's try to focus on the apology.

That's what gets us all home.

Little later. Fast forward.

You look like angry puppets.

"I'm mad at you." "I'm mad at you."

Just let it play then, shall I?

You know I need my mind at ease

in order to get in the mood,

especially for birthday stuff.

Birthday--

- let's just say I give him a cake.

Go ahead.

Sorry.

I did apologize.

Thank you, video.

That is not a real apology.

You did not mean that at all.

I did too. What do you think, Timmy?

Yeah, what do you think?

Oh, good.

There's no way this ends poorly for me.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Certainly the monotone suggests a lack of conviction

or even mild interest.

Thank you.

That being said,

given what we know of Mr. Bingham's limitations

in voice modulation,

I found the apology to be quite earnest.

See?

I'm a great guy.

Uh, that's not what I said.

I... Nothing.

Hey, wait, roll that back.

You know, we wouldn't have to keep going through this

if just for once you would...

The video giveth...

The video taketh away.

Okay, look, pearl...

You've been divorced two years.

We all know that Bernie's gonna do

what Bernie's gonna do.

I'm more concerned with pearl.

Okay, everyone!

Let's see those statement necklaces!

Ohh...

Mm-hmm, that's right. Nailed it.

Huh? Huh?

How do you think it feels to know

every time I turn my back my husband is mocking me?

A little better than if I were to do it to your face.

Maybe that wasn't the best apology.

But look...

At least I don't do that.

Every time we get in an argument,

she walks out the room.

I was hurt, Jeff.

Excuse me for not wanting you to see me vulnerable.

Actually, Mrs. Bingham.

It may help him understand if he sees you like that.

I'll switch to the kitchen cam.

There's a kit-- kitchen cam?

Mm-hmm.

Whoa.

Angry birds, indeed.

What the...

Adam, I think we have a problem!

I know.

This cereal is expired.

Is it from this morning,

or do I have until midnight?

No. I have paint all over my back.

Oh, my God.

It must be from the door.

Well... It's not too bad.

No.

No. I can just get a brush

and smooth it over.

I think we're okay. Is that the only spot?

Where else did we do it?

Let me see.

Okay, we started here, right,

and then we took it over here.

We brought it to...

Uh-oh.

- Is that... - Yup.

That's your butt.

So then the first cowboy says,

"no, no, no, I said 'posse.'"

What's the matter, Russell?

Don't you get it?

You see, "posse" sounds like...

No, no, no. I know, I know, I know.

It's very clever. That's a good one.

Are you having any fun?

Well, not the kind of fun I was hoping to have.

Mm-hmm.

And don't get me wrong. You guys are great.

I mean, pearl,

if you were 100 years younger, I mean, who knows.

But aren't there any young chicks on this raft?

Oh, yes. Younger.

- Younger? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah! We got a couple gals in our group.

See, if they're under 50, they wear pink hats.

Pink hats.

Well, okay.

Pink hats...

Gonna use this, pearl, real quick.

A-ha!

Okay! Excuse me one second.

Well, hello there, youngish lady.

Well, hello, Russell.

Oh, for...

Sake!

Well, maybe I'll just leave then.

Oh, yeah, thanks a lot.

What?

Your little video idea just made things worse.

Look, let's not shift the blame to me.

Clearly you both have

some deep-seated resentments toward each other.

- Yeah, we're married. - And I could've done better.

Go on.

Anyway, there's work to be done.

If you truly want your relationship to grow,

then you're going to need to communicate better.

So I suggest getting out those emotional shovels

and digging until you uncover everything

that needs to be said.

I'll leave you to it.

Wow.

He really laid it out there, didn't he?

Yeah, I guess so.

Quite a bit to think about.

Sounds like a lot of work, doesn't it?

A lot. Plus it's Timmy, for crying out loud!

What does he know?

We've been married for 16 years.

I think we kind of know what we're doing.

"I suggest you get out your emotional shovels."

Shovel this, pal.

Idiot.

I really must stop trying to help people.

Okay, thank you. Thanks.

So the upholstery place said they can fix it by tonight,

but we have to get it there right now.

But the cushions are sewn in.

We'd have to bring the whole chair, and it's big.

Hey, they got it in, we can get it out.

How'd they get it in?

I don't know,

but we've gotta do something.

Okay, okay, let me just think for a second.

"Sweep your chimney for you, governor?"

Okay, how about this?

We put the chair back

and then cover the paint with a sharpie.

I mean, the way Jeff drinks,

he'll never know the difference.

Oh, hey, guys.

Oh, I closed your windows,

just like you asked.

Oh, it's so beautifully designed.

And the way the light flickers off it...

I just hope I can do it justice.

Yeah, try to do a good job on the necklace too.

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