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It's 8:30 in the morning.

You've already found
a way to irritate me.

Hey, hey, hey!

Give Miggy a break, Douglas.

He has to be on his phone,
that's where all the ladies are!

Right. Right.

This phone's blowing up with ladies.

My DMs be poppin'.

That means his direct messages

are filling up with lady inquiries.

Miggy's teaching me all the lingo.

Mm.

Pink flyer!

Oh, God. I hope it's not lice again.

No kidding. I can't keep shaving
Emma and Amy's heads.

It's flu season.
One kid's already got it.

I bet it's Topher.
That kid licks everything.

Thank God Sophie
already got her flu shot.

Yeah, flu shots are for the weak.

Fogertys don't get sick.
It's family policy.

I don't allow it.

You know, I usually ignore the nonsense

that comes out of your mouth,
but this I have to hear...

so, you, Douglas Fogerty,

never get sick
because you don't allow it?

That's exactly right.
I'm the boss of my own body.

When I was in my early 20s, I was short,

and then I decided not to be.

Graham hasn't gotten his shot yet.

It's his biggest fear.

Ho'd up! Ho'd up!

- I taught him that.
- What?

Did you know that they developed
a flu shot in mist form?

He doesn't have to get the shot.
He can just breathe it in.

Yeah, I know, but they only make
the mist in limited quantities

and we haven't yet made it onto
our pediatrician's "Mist List,"

so we're gonna have to suffer
through the shot again.

But there's no way it could be
as bad as it was last year.

Everything looks good!

The doctor will be right in
for your shot.

You're being so brave.

I'm really proud of you.

Well, that's handled.

I won't even tell you

about the time he bit the receptionist.

But thank God for Dr. Dewan.

She scares the hell out of me,
but she's a genius.

Wait. You see Dr. Dewan?

- You're still seeing her?
- Mm-hmm.

See, we had to find a new pediatrician.

I just felt like such a bad
parent after every visit,

- I'd wind up binging "Teen Mom."
- Right?

I have to schedule five minutes
after every appointment

so I can cry in my car.

It's incredible.

I have been trying to get Sophie

an appointment with her for four months.

Please let us tag along.

Seeing Dr. Dewan give a flu shot
is on my actual bucket list.

Fine. You can tag along,

but please never show me
your bucket list,

because that sounds like a real bummer.

I can't believe
I'm going to meet the Dr. Dewan,

the premier pediatrician
in Southern California.

Just ask one of the six children's
health magazines I subscribe to...

The man needs sex.

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All right, sweetie,
do you have everything you need

to help you get through the shot?

What? Is someone talking to me?

Look at this office.

It's exactly how I imagined it.

Hey, Little G, how you holding up?

Oh, Mom... Flu shot...

Okay, listen, Will.

We are this close to getting
on the Mist List, okay?

Do not make eye contact,

only speak when spoken to, and remember,

- we work for her.
- Got it.

Did you put on a dress for this?

- Did you get a blowout?
- You have no idea

how high the stakes are...

DR. - Nice to see you, Graham.

He has a walnut allergy.

I can tell by the way he sits.

And you haven't been
protecting him from the sun.

Anything less than 100 SPF,
and you might as well

dip him in butter and strap him
to the roof of a car.

Graham, have you been eating
your vegetables?

- It depends on the...
- I want to hear from the boy.

Um, for breakfast, I had some chips.

I try to get him vegetables, but...

It... I-I'm busy.

I-I'm a single mom,

I work overtime. It's tough.

You know what's tough?
Juvenile diabetes.

You have to force him to eat
five to seven servings a day.

Uh, not to be "that guy,"

but I actually just read
a new report that came out.

- It was in Pediatric American.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

And it said that parental

coercion at the dinner table
doesn't actually lead

to long-term changes
in kids' eating habits.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't realize we had

another medical professional
in the room.

Doesn't take a medical professional

- to read Pediatric American.
- Thanks for the tip.

I've been published in
Pediatric American 10 times.

- 11 times.
- What?

I've read everything
you've ever written.

Frankly, that's why
I expected more from you...

Hey! Changing the subject!

I guess that this isn't the best time

to ask if we have any shot
at the Mist List this year?

After today, what do you think?

You ready for your shot, Graham?

I blinked and he was just gone.

Okay, I need feedback on this smock.

Of course it goes with the tights,

but then I thought,

why not just...

- A pair of cowboy boots!
- A pair of cowboy boots!

Yes, Montana realness.

- Hi.
- Hey, girls.

- No running.
- We're light jogging.

Okay, listen.

I don't have much time to explain.

- I'm sick.
- Sick?!

Oh, I thought you didn't "allow" germs?

The illness has breached the system.

Okay, now, listen to me.
I need you to watch the girls,

because if they see me weak,

then the delicate
parent-to-child power balance

will be disrupted,
and that can't happen.

They've already started collecting
nursing home brochures.

I'm gonna go to the woods now.

Wait. The woods?

- The metaphorical woods.
- Okay.

I need total isolation.

Douglas, just get over yourself
and let me take care of you.

The girls, they...
they can't see me like this.

I think they'd surprise you.

They aren't psychopaths.

What were you doing in there?

You owe me 30 bucks for this blowout.

I'm sorry, okay?

Talking about
pediatric dietary guidelines

brings out the wild man in me.

I can't see through this mask.

Are we still in the office?

Did I get the shot?

No, sweetheart,
we're gonna have to come back.

I will not let you ruin my chance

of getting on the Mist List this year.

I can't do this again.

I've been feeding Graham
turkey for three days

to keep him drowsy.

I am this close to giving him wine.

Now go back in there and apologize.

- She is...
- Now.

- I...
- Right now.

- If you...
- Now.

- But she...
- Now!

- But... If...
- Now. Now.

I will apologize for my behavior.

- Great.
- But I will not apologize for my beliefs.

3, 2, 1...

Start the magic.

You girls just saved me $200.

Hello?

Wait, what?

He's where?

I put in his prescription

and that's when the fever took control.

Next thing you know,
I'm watching a grown man

try to eat a coloring book.

Hi, guys!

Do you think these sunglasses
make my face look too small?

I mean, the look is punk,
but it's also now.

They're a "buy" for me.

Oh, my God. He's burning up.

The girls can't see me like this...

- Okay.
- Da-Daddy's waiting for medicine.

It's a cold. Get a hold of yourself!

Terry, you're our father now.

I'm already feeding five birds.

I need to be among the trees.

All right, let's get you up.

Okay.

We're gonna need a dolly.

Well, well.

- Captain Vegetables.
- I, uh...

I just wanted to apologize
for my behavior earlier.

But not my beliefs.

You know, you were right
about parental coercion.

It is in the latest Pediatric American.

Told ya.

I was right, you were wrong.

Just please don't take that
out on Graham, okay?

He really needs the Mist List...

Have you really read all of my articles?

Yes, I have.

Even the ones you write
under your pen name,

Dr. Vicky Bradshaw.

I don't have a pen name.

Come on.

Oh, you're good.

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

Uh, I was born at a very young age.

No, my name's Will Cooper.

I'm from Denver originally,
Mile High City.

Why "mile high"?

Well, it has something to do
with the sea level and the...

Oh, you just think you're so smart.

You just know it all.

I would never claim to know it all,

but I-I definitely think of learning

as sort of a life's journey thing...

Um, you can never know everything.

You're... You're always
constantly learning.

Like, right now feels like
a possible learning experience.

Oh, my God. You smell so nice.

What am I doing here? Who are you?

Are you all trees?

What happened to you?
You used to be a man.

- Keep them away!
- Okay, okay.

Girls, weren't you gonna remove

that tree stump in the backyard?

- Don't let them back...
- All right.

- No, no, no.
- Just let go of my sweater.

Oh, my God, what is
this sweater wet with?

All right, I'm gonna
go make him some soup.

Make sure he doesn't eat
anything that isn't food.

I don't like the way
he's been eyeing that remote.

Got it.

This ski lodge, it's a disgrace.

Oh, I am here for this.

They're closing in on us, Diana.

Charles will not rest
until we're both dead.

Oh, I love this area.

My... head is...

is very hot.

Rory, your mom is so pretty.

- I wanna kiss your mom.
- Come again?

Kiss Poppy's face...

Kiss that pretty face...

Ooh.

Twist.

And then, Dr. Dewan put
her hands on my neck like this.

- Ohh.
- And she said to me,

"I think your lymph nodes feel fine."

Right? It was so confusing!

Miggy, you know all about the ladies.

Help me out.

Let me guess... she gave you her number?

Yeah. What am I gonna do with that?

Dating's changed so much
since I met Mia.

Now everything's so confusing,
with all these apps,

like Tinder and Bumble

and Candy Crush and Calculator.

It's easier than you think, okay?

Just give her as little as possible.

Um, text her a random word

and then see how long
before she responds.

All right. I'm gonna text her...

"lettuce."

And sent.

Now we just wait and...

Whoa! I wonder if she meant
to send that picture.

Or that one.

Or that one.

Okay, I think it's safe to assume

she means to send these.

- What are they?
- Nothing.

I guess, if you must know,

they are what people refer to
as "sexual text messages"...

- Oh, okay.
- ...or "sexages."

Hey, do you think that Angie would mind

if I asked out
her pediatrician on a date?

I mean, I just don't want
to mess up her chance

to get on the Mist List.

Pfft. If anything,
you hooking up with this doctor

is only gonna help Angie's chances.

- My dude.
- Yeah.

But no one does dates anymore, a'ight?

Sex comes first.

- Yeah, man.
- Yeah.

- I'm ready for that.
- I know you're ready for that.

I always knew a day would come
I'd have to use my body

as a bargaining chip.

Whoa, mama!

Well, apparently
you can use portrait mode

on more than just your face.

Someone had a night to remember.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Maybe some video will jog your memory.

Kiss Poppy's pretty face...

Kiss pretty face...

That is the ravings of a feverish man.

You're not gonna show that
to your mom, are you?

Who's to say what I'll do?

I'm 7.

I'm not gonna be threatened
by a first grader.

Emma? Amy? Get in the car.

I don't think they can hear you.

Oh, they can hear me.

It's happening. They saw me weak.

Now it's just a matter of time
before they feast on my body.

Oh, hey, guys. Big news.

Tomorrow night, there is a woman
coming over to my house,

and I'm pretty sure
we're going to make sex.

- Ooh!
- In-ter-course. In-ter-course.

- Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?
- Finally.

In-ter-course! In-ter-course!

- Hi, Susan.
- Come on, honey.

Congratulations. Some woman out there

is gonna have a very mediocre night.

Yeah, she is.

And she's been sending me
a bunch of sexages...

- Ooh!
- ...and I may have sent her

one or two myself.

- God!
- Oh, good God, man.

- Okay. Not cool.
- Put your phone away!

That's worse than what I thought
you were gonna show us.

- I taught you better than that.
- Terrible.

So who's the kind of lucky lady?

I'll give you three hints.

You know her, you respect her,

and it's Dr. Dewan.

It's Dr. Dewan?

No, dude.

Definitely not. No.

What she means is we don't date
people who work with our kids.

It just tends to end in disaster.

Maybe we can make an exception for Will.

I mean, he's an adult man, and damn it,

the poor sap deserves
to lose his virginity.

Yeah, but the man is wearing

two separate pieces of fleece clothing.

Maybe we bend the rules just this once.

Bend the rules?

Where were you when I wanted to sleep

with the twins' karate sensei?

- Master Gary?
- Yeah. He was so disciplined.

Will, this is not happening, okay?

I don't want to start all over

on some new doctor's Mist List.

You have to end it,
but don't make her angry.

- Understand?
- Absolutely. Crystal clear.

Keep her happy, break it off.

No big deal. Simple.

- Oh. Unh-unh.
- Ah.

Perfect. You got me sick!

I'd ask you to take care of me,

but I assume you have
some code against that, too?

You bet your sick ass I do.

But all you'll be getting
out of me is a Z-Pak

and the number to my answering service.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Why, hello, Douglas.
- Hey.

Mom, any interest in some video
I shot on my phone last night?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You know what?

I got a great idea.

Why don't you get to the pharmacy

and I'll make sure Rory gets home?

- Okay.
- Girls, car.

Hey, Emily Dickinson! How's your fever?

Why don't you go curl up with a blanket

and write a poem about it?

What'd I tell you? I lost them.

Uh-oh. No. Unh-unh. Bye-bye.

Nice, Douglas. Real nice.

Okay, Broseph.

Brozilla, what's up?

I'm really gonna need your help
getting out of this now.

Easy. See, most people
in that situation would be like,

"You wanna get rid of a girl?
Ghost her."

But I say, nah, become
the opposite of a ghost.

Which is a goblin?

A ghoul?

N-No, the opposite of a ghost
is a mailman.

- Oh.
- You gotta mailman that chick, bro.

How do you mailman someone?

Man... Okay, look.

You show up, totally
unannounced, at their house.

Puh!

Oh. Yeah, okay.
That sounds like a mailman.

Word.

Have you said anything?

Not yet, but you know how hard
it is to keep a secret,

and I'm starting to think
that this is a juicy one.

What do you want from me?

I think you know what I want.

To go shopping?

You just made a huge assumption

about who I am as a person.

And you were right on.

I won't take you shopping.

Yes, you will.

To the mall. Chop-chop.

I got to say,

mailmanning feels
a little bit like stalking.

Exactly. It'll freak her ass out,

and she won't be into you anymore.

Wow. Feels kind of thrilling, you know?

- Word.
- You're sure it's gonna work?

Man, I've never been more sure
of anything in my life.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you know, just, uh,
dropping by unannounced

at your personal residence.

Off-putting, right?
Well, that's just me.

Red Flag City,
population... one lunatic.

Ding, dong.

It's the mailman.

- The mailman?
- Mm-hmm.

I like that.

I gotta know what's in your bag.

Coupons mostly,
a couple of real-estate mailers.

This bag's property of the
United States Postal Service,

and tampering with it
is a federal offense.

And also, I don't actually
have a mail bag.

And also, I'm not a mailman.

See, the whole reason
that I did this thing...

Yep, I can verify that purchase.

It was, uh, nine pairs
of children's Italian loafers.

Th-Th-That's right,
and $219 at the robe store.

What? Hold on. Did you sneak away

and buy an espresso machine?

It's being delivered.

Yeah, that was us, too.

Well, that was the second call
from my credit card company.

Are you satisfied?

Honestly, I don't know
if I'll ever be satisfied.

Guess the only way to find out
is to keep shopping.

Tell you what. You want my watch?
Take my watch.

My grandfather gave this to me

when I graduated from medical school,

but I can't handle you
trying on another tunic.

Wait.

You're going to actually give me
your grandfather's watch?

Why would you do that unless...

No. No, there's... there's no reason.

I'm just trying to avoid
an embarrassing situation.

You know what I think, Douglas?

I think that you actually like my mom

and you're scared she'll find out.

Tell me I'm wrong.

You just hesitated.

N-No, I was swallowing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a hesitation!

- Can a man even swallow?
- We have a hesitation!

- No going back!
- I was swallowing.

J-J... Take the watch.

I don't want that tacky thing.

Just show her you care.

And let's take one last lap for tunics.

I don't think we've found the one yet.

Oh!

Mailmanning did not work.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Oh, man. How did I not know
about casual sex before this?

It's amazing!

We, like, got all naked.

She doesn't even know my middle name.

Ooh!

Oh, no.

Angie!

- Hey.
- Always a treat.

I thought I'd just see
how it went with Dr. Dewan.

Your breathing sounds normal,

so I guess she didn't
crush your windpipe.

That's funny.

You know, I was actually just
telling Miggy how well it went.

I think you'd be very surprised

with how Dr. Dewan
handled the situation.

- I was.
- Thank God.

I know how she can take bad news.

Okay, talk soon.

Bye!

Private lessons?

Master Gary...

This is a disaster.

I promised Angie I'd end it, and now...

Can I be honest? Will to Miggy?

- Mm-hmm.
- I don't want to!

Thank God I have you.
Tell me how to fix this.

I know I'm in good hands.

Yeah! So, uh... you just... uh...

So, typically at this point...

- Okay.
- ...you... uh...

Tell me.

I made it up, man. All of it.

I have no idea what I'm talking about.

- What? Why would you do that?
- I don't know.

I just liked that someone thought

I was an expert on something.

I mean, who knew just texting
"lettuce" would work?

Ho'd up.

Haven't you been with a bunch of ladies?

Two, technically three?

But it was in high school, man,

and all I had to do was
just walk over and be like,

"Yo, you wanna see me throw
this fish tank off the roof?"

Then I hooked up with my best friend

and she got knocked up by accident.

But can I be honest with you,
Miggy to Will?

Of course. Miggy to Will.

Maybe it's dumb, but I'm still sort of

holding out hope for Jack's mom,

which has made
meeting other girls tough.

Every time I go to download
a dating app,

I spend five hours just looking
at Zara's Instagram.

That is just... so beautiful.

Thanks.

And also, I'm seething with rage.

It was creative, though...
"mailmanning"?

Better than my first idea.

Lady-bugging.

That's where you just
land on her shoulder.

What are you gonna do now, man?

Poppy?

I can't see. Are you here?

Are you sure
you want to see me like this?

I'll take my chances.

Okay.

Pardon me, Ms. Diana Ross.

I'm looking for my friend Poppy.

What made you change your mind?

Well...

How lucid are you right now?

Eh.

I, uh...

I've always had a hard time
with weakness.

My father had 11 kills in France,

and now it's 2018,

and I'm supposed to let a woman

peel me off the floor of a pharmacy.

Where the hell's
the dignity in that, right?

Plus, your son tried to blackmail me

because he knows that I think
he has a pretty mom.

Oh, thank God. Okay.

Hey.

I know you're not expecting me.

Honestly not trying to mailman you.

- So it is a thing.
- Just hear me out.

It means a lot

that you're willing
to give up Dr. Dewan for me.

But I thought about it, and...

Oh, God.

I've never met a man
who needs to have sex more.

I mean, just look at you.

Where do you even find a T-shirt

with sleeves that big and billowy?

So, if you like her,

go for it.

Hello, Angela.

Oh. So you didn't give her up?

- You just said it was okay.
- No, it is not okay.

Well, I went to her house and I
tried to break it off with her.

- Obviously. I'm just trying to be nice.
- She's a spitfire.

It's not okay.

- Angela.
- Dr. Dewan.

We just had an opening on the Mist List.

Do you want to come in
tomorrow, say around 3:00?

I...

Yes, that would be great.

Okay.

So everything worked out.

Hmm. Looks like I'm gonna
have to floss tonight.

- Ew.
- Show yourself out?

We're home, Bernie Sanders.

Yeah, Mr. Free College.

There better be a snack on the table.

Dad?

Dad, are you here?

"Ladies, I've gone to the woods to die.

Don't bother looking for me."

"I'm sure raccoons
and other hungry vermin

have torn apart my body by now

and that's not how your old man
wants to be remembered.

Anyway, you'll be fine.

You're strong enough
to raise yourselves.

There's bologna in the fridge.

Goodbye."

Daddy's gone?

But we're just kids!

Aah!

Who's weak now?

Damn it. Girls, get the wet vac!

- Getting it!
- On the double!

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