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♪ Cheater, cheater, cheater
Cheater, cheater bitch ♪

♪ Cheater, cheater bitch, cheater... ♪

What's that?

Summer's making TikToks now,
calling me out.

♪ Cheater, cheater bitch
Cheater, cheater, cheater bitch ♪

It's been a week of this shit.

I'm over it.

Hate to say it, song kind of slaps.

It's a total banger.

- It's got that...
- Yeah.

♪ Cheater, cheater, cheater
Cheater, cheater bitch ♪

♪ Cheater, cheater bitch ♪

- ♪ Cheater bitch-- ♪
- I can hear you guys.

Sorry.

How was, uh, dinner with your folks?

Great. I've been teaching my dad
how to play Call of Duty.

We stayed up all night
shit-talking twelve-year-olds.

- They're destroying you two, aren't they?
- Yeah. They're assholes.

Oh, also,
you remember my army buddy, Jorge?

- The guy I hid from?
- Mmm.

He's coming back to town,
and I'm actually gonna hang with him.

That's great. In the therapy biz,
we'd say you're trending upward.

Thanks.

Still, I guess the best thing
about all this,

I discovered sitting in the shower.

- I don't think I'm ever going back.
- Tell me about it.

Until I got my shower stool,
I don't think I'd ever washed my feet.

That's nasty.

Dad, you're oversharing again.

Why haven't you left?

Finally. Are we going?

No, wait.
I gotta fill my water bottle again.

Okay, that's gonna take an hour.

I'm gonna start
my hiking conversation now.

Charlie and I signed the paperwork.
We've decided to adopt.

- Whoa.
- Yay!

- Hey!
- Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- How did you land on adoption

as opposed to just spotting a baby
you like and having Liz steal it for you?

I would totally steal a baby.

We know.

So, this way, at parties
I can get all emotional and be like,

"It's like our baby adopted us."

Oh, that's the best.

- Yeah.
- You'd be good at that.

I'm just excited
to see you with a dad bod.

So was I,
but I lost a coin toss with Charlie

to see who gets to let themselves go
and who has to stay shaved and ripped.

Guys, though,
we can't get too excited,

because Stuart said it might take forever.

But I don't get it.

How did you navigate the Mebane deal
without upsetting the partners?

You know, I just got in the sea about it
and I, uh... I figured it all out.

- Congrats.
- Got in the sea about it? I like it.

That's my favorite way to solve problems.

Anyway, um, I...

You know, I just stopped by to, uh,
talk shop with my mentor.

- That'd be me.
- That guy.

And, um... And he also told me
that you were gonna be here.

So I decided to put on my tightest pants

and remind you that the guy...

...who asked you out on your voicemail
still exists.

- Okay.
- Unfortunately,

I think I put on a couple of pounds

'cause these bad boys are cutting off
the circulation to my gooch.

- They are tight.
- Mmm.

I'm gonna head out,
peel myself out of these pants.

- See you later.
- Bye.

- See you, Derrick.
- Bye.

Ooh.

How do you let those two scoops
just walk away?

What I'd do to that if... if I was a woman.

Good news, Derek,
you don't have to be a woman.

- Grab a spoon.
- What's the spoon for?

All right, listen up.

I'll admit, okay,
I let that get away from me a bit.

After the stuff happened with my mom,
D-Two did call to check in on her,

but I didn't answer because I felt bad
that I didn't reach out first

- after I bailed on him.
- Wow.

Plus, now I think I'm a little intimidated
because if we do hook up,

then he would be, like,
the hottest guy I've ever been with.

- Mmm. Right.
- Yeah.

One of the hottest.

No. The hottest by far.

Did you see that guy?

I am this close to throwing it all away
for a threesome with the Dereks.

Aw. Well, thanks for including me.

Only if the other one's there.

Okay. Yes, he is very attractive,

but who's Gaby's second hottest?

- Keith?
- Oh, my God! Keith.

- Keith was hot.
- Keith. Yeah.

- He was crazy hot.
- I still text him.

- So, we have Derrick.
- Mm-hmm.

Then we have Keith coming in a hot second.

- Yeah.
- Then we have...

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

- Joey.
- Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God.
- Joey who lives in his van? Joey?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, a cool van.

And he had a big ol' dick.

Oh. Can't beat that.

- No.
- Fuck Joey.

Are you okay, boo?
I mean, I'll put you in fourth.

I'm fucking third, and you all know it.

Let's go hiking.

♪ Cheater, cheater, cheater
Cheater, cheater bitch ♪

♪ Cheater, cheater bitch, cheater-- ♪

Summer's talented.

I know. It's so catchy.

- Yeah.
- I know you're seeing Alice later,

so I just thought you should know
what she's dealing with.

Hello?

Come on in, Dan.

Uh, sorry, but where were you sitting?

Um... ...right there.

He can't handle the warm spot.

Then you two will have
plenty to talk about.

Have a seat, Dan.

Stan's wedding is tomorrow.

He's my closest friend,
but he'll be busy getting married,

and sitting alone at a table of strangers
is my nightmare,

so I don't think I can do it.

Dan, you know how I'm always
preaching about forward motion?

Forging this friendship with Stan
is a huge breakthrough,

but I think maybe it also gave you
the opportunity to stop.

Stopping can be forward motion.

Stopping can't be forward motion.

Look, big part of friendship
is being there for each other.

Do you wanna show up for Stan or not?

Yeah. I'd... I'd love to be there for him.

Then you're going to that wedding.

I doubt it. I'm terrified and stubborn.
It's a deadly combo.

Dan, I'm sorry, but in terms of patients,
I'm on a fucking hot streak.

I might be undefeatable,
which means you and I,

we gotta break through this wall.

In one session?

You're right, that's insane.

Okay. We're gonna
spend the whole day together.

You and I are gonna
kick this problem's ass. Starting now.

Shit. You know what?

I have another patient
scheduled for later,

and I'm supposed to get my teeth cleaned.

All right, I need to make some phone calls

and then we're gonna kick ass.
Starting now.

It's your own warm spot, Dan. You're fine.

Mmm. Thanks for bringing me coffee again.

Even though I do have class
in five minutes, so...

- That's okay.
- Yeah.

I was gonna tell you all about myself,
but I'll condense it.

Please do.

- I'm from Massachusetts.
- Mm-hmm.

Um, allergic to penicillin.

I love anything Alfredo,
even though I'm not great with dairy.

I once met Craig from Craigslist.
Terrible dude.

Mmm. Wow, there's, like,
two deal-breakers in there.

Which ones?

Well, definitely the
Alfredo-making-you-shit-your-pants part.

Worth it.

Oh, shit.

- What?
- It's Keisha. Don't look. Don't look.

Wow. Yeah, she's coming.
Is she a threat? Should we run?

No, she's here on a track scholarship.
She'll catch us.

- Jesus.
- Hey.

What's up?

My essay on family systems is due,
like, right now.

Could you read it and give me notes?

Just to be clear,

you want me to read and fix it
before you give it to me to read again?

Yes, please.

Ovaries of steel. I like it.

- Here. Give it to me.
- Thank you.

Sorry. Once again.

It's okay,
because now I'm gonna use your guilt

to make you go
on a real date with me later.

- Really?
- I'll go out with you right now.

- Wait, what?
- What?

You're always talking about self-care.
I mean, this is self-care.

Also, I have it on good authority
that her coochie is on lock.

And yours is open for business?

Inappropriate.

But, yeah. 24-7.

I'm not sure what your deal is, Keisha,

but you should probably
patch things up with your dad.

Keisha, do not fuck with my game.

Derrick, let's do it. This afternoon.

- All right.
- Wow.

Well, I had to. I needed to shoot my shot.

Excuse you.

Is this gonna affect my grade?

I'm gonna level with you, Keisha, probably.

Probably.

Okay, why would anyone
wanna sit at a communal table?

This is classic exposure therapy, Dan.

Did you know that
fear-inducing situations,

they... they activate this little cluster
of neurons in your amygdala?

And exposure therapy
can help silence those fear neurons.

- No way.
- Yeah.

I didn't follow any of that.

You just trust me. It works.

I used to be afraid of spiders,
for example, so I got this book on 'em.

I learned their weird little ways,

and eventually I got to the point
I could catch one.

And now, if I see one of those
weird little fuckers,

I look him dead in his eight little eyes
and I say, "I'm the boss!"

- Cool.
- Got the pancakes, huh?

I did. They're fucking insane.

Yeah. What about you?

Uh, yeah.
These are pancakes, and I got them.

- Yeah, it's fucking insane.
- Yeah.

Excuse me for one second.

- It's, uh...
- Hey, is-is everything okay?

Did you see the rainbow this morning?

Um, now that, uh, he's gone,
we don't need to talk anymore, so...

- Little force field.
- Hey.

I have to go take care of something
at my daughter's school.

Thank God. Uh, this was a bad idea.

Hey. You sure you're cool being done here?

Look, I'm sorry I broke your hot streak.

Connor still hasn't called me
since he went back to college.

Have you ever been ghosted by something
you squeezed out of your hoo?

- I have not.
- Hmm.

Hey, uh, come on by the microbrewery.

I w-wanna show you something.

I hope it's a list of synonyms
for microbrewery.

So pretentious.

- Good pretentious?
- Maybe.

See you later.

Paul. Hi. Cool.

This is my friend Mac.

No, we don't need to do this.
I'm heading in.

Okay.

- For me?
- Yeah.

You gonna eat that?

Oh, this thing that I paid for
and then brought over here to the table?

I don't know.

Hey, Paul... No way, you have a friend?

We're not putting labels on it.

I am Ray and we are in love.

Adorable.

Um, I just wanted to let you know

that what you saw with Mac and me
was perfectly innocent.

When you make a point to come inside
and overexplain yourself,

then I definitely believe you.

Also, could you do me a solid
and not mention this to Derek?

The plot thickens. There's a Derek.

I don't love him.

Listen, Mac and I are just old friends,
and my husband doesn't like him.

I feel compelled to ask.

This Mac guy... Stupid name, by the way.

Agreed.

Is he married?

- No.
- Does he listen to you?

Does he seem to give a shit
about your problems?

Yes. That's friendship.

Yeah, sure.

- Ray, you're single.
- Yes.

Do you hang out with attractive women,
just so that they can be friends?

Yes, one.

See? Mm-hmm.

I keep waiting for her to make a mistake.

And then...

So, that's two votes for
"Mac wants to fuck you."

Okay, Statler and Waldorf,
you're both wrong.

No one wants to fuck me.

I mean, obviously people wanna fuck me,
but you know what I meant.

How do you know her?

She almost shit in my desk once.

So, the fight started when Summer
played the "cheater bitch" video

to the entire cafeteria.

- Okay.
- Alice grabbed Summer's phone

and threw it
into a bucket of ranch dressing.

Then there was screaming, and shoving,
and...

I'm listening to you.

So, then there was screaming, and shoving,

and somehow Mrs. Pritchard,
the art teacher,

was called a lonely, old skank...

- And went home, crying.
- Right.

I'm calling it RanchGate,
because I enjoy puns.

That's not really a pun.

Just putting "gate"
at the end of something isn't a pun.

Anyway, go on.

Both Alice and Summer are suspended.

I mean, we haven't seen
this type of violence since, well,

the last time you were here.

Which begs the question...

How are you and Alice doing?

I understand that you have
father-daughter tattoos.

Yes, but they are in tasteful
and in appropriate locations.

In appropriate.

I'm saying in, space, appropriate.
Not inappropriate.

What I'm trying to articulate to you
is that we are doing great.

Everything is back to normal.

Dad, who's this guy?

That's my patient, darling.

Who doesn't wanna be here
because his issues stem from high school.

Everybody's issues
stem from high school, Dan!

We're done here.

So, what did you need to talk to us about?

It's our prospective parent biography,
isn't it?

I told you your title sounded
like a Grindr profile.

"Two daddies looking for a third"?
It worked before, it'll work again.

What even is Grindr? Wink.

- Did he say wink?
- He said wink.

Anyway, great news.

It rarely happens this fast,

but your biography must've been fine,
because a mother has chosen you.

Oh... Oh, my God. Wh-When?

She's being induced tomorrow.
The baby will be yours by dinner.

- Holy shit.
- I have a massage...

- That is so exciting.
- ...that's too late to cancel.

So, obviously you're grounded
until the suspension is over.

It was only for today.

This fucking school really knows
how to teach a lesson, huh?

So, I'm not allowed to go anywhere
until sunset?

No. You can go one place.

You can go talk to Summer.

Why would I do that?

I've tried to apologize to Summer
so many times about Connor.

Sorry I'm not perfect.
I've been fucking grieving.

What?

I've been where you are,

walking around thinking that
nobody else's shit compares to mine.

But, kid, just because Mom died
doesn't mean we get to go around

thinking that nobody else
is dealing with stuff.

I mean, do you have any idea
what else is going on in Summer's life?

Well, she told me she hasn't
talked to her dad in a few years.

That must be hard.

And?

And...

she's been selling her mom's pills.

What else?

She said that Connor's the best thing
that's happened to her in a while.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Solid dad work.

I'm on fire lately.

Thanks.

- It's so weird that you're still here.
- Agreed.

- You hungry? I'm hungry.
- I could eat.

- Look, a spider.
- I'm the boss.

- Can't believe you actually came.
- I gotta be honest,

I didn't really believe
you owned a microbrewery.

It's real. I've got a full kitchen staff
and a bartender named Hector.

- Hector sounds fake.
- Yeah. There's no Hector.

- Also, I have no idea how to make beer.
- Hmm.

Well, I assumed that. Yeah.

Still...

check this out.

Wow. What did you do?

Well, I mean, it doesn't make
a ton of sense in a brewery, but...

Whatever. I'll just make a new beer
and call it Hound Dog Ale or some shit.

Drunk people love dogs.

That is how I started fostering.

I got drunk on merlot and the next day
decided to save every dog in the world.

Look, I can tell
you're going through a rough time.

I just wish you could see yourself
through my eyes.

You're so cool, and funny, and talented.

I mean, look at these photos.

You see the world
in a way nobody else does.

I... I can't even tell you
how much this means to me.

Lizzie, I'd do anything for you.

Sorry. I have to go.
I ca... I can't do this.

Fuck.

For a third first date,
biking is a pretty big swing,

but luckily,
I have this supes cute biking outfit,

and I think it's fire.

Wow.

Wow as in, like, I look good,

or wow as in,
I just got a lot of camel toe?

Wow as in, goddamn, you look good.

Well, then I think I just might...

...keep this bad boy.

All right,

please tell me we don't have to bike far.

Just, like, 200 yards to the park,
you know?

We'll sit, have some wine...

...talk about how much more we wanna bike
but we never do.

I love almost exercising

- as an excuse to drink.
- Yeah.

Well, what kind of wine did you--

- Oh, thank God you're home.
- Whoa.

I'm sorry to interrupt what I can
only assume is a camel toe intervention.

I knew it.

It was cute.

They wanna give us a baby, like,
tomorrow, and I am losing my shit!

Charlie sent me out for supplies,
but I don't know what a baby needs,

so I panicked and got 20 diapers
and a tiny chicken costume.

- Aw.
- Aw. That's cute.

It's making my ovaries tingle.

That's either really good for me
or really bad.

We weren't supposed to be
paired this fast.

I've only read one baby book.

Started one baby book.

Fine, I bought a baby book.

Just get to the truth.

I don't even have a baby book!

- There we go.
- There's no time to childproof the house,

buy a car seat, eat for two.

I want my nine months!

Why don't you just
tell your husband you're not ready yet?

No, other Derrick.
I went back and forth too much

- when we started the whole...
- ...baby thing.

You might not know this about me,
but I flip flop a lot.

- I picked that up.
- I don't flip flop that much.

Oh, my God.
I'm flip flopping on flip flopping.

I promised Charlie
that I was ready,

and now if I say that I'm not,
he'll never trust me again.

He already thinks I have
one foot out the baby door,

which, by the way,

we'll have to add to our house
if the doggy door's too small.

Are baby doors even a thing?

- No. No.
- No.

Please help me. I am begging you.

Brian, have a seat, okay?

Look, I know that this is hard and scary.

- Yeah.
- But I promise you I will think about it,

while Derrick and I exercise
for ten seconds and then get super drunk.

- Oh, no, no.
- Yeah.

- No, it's okay. It's okay.
- Mm-hmm.

How about this?
You call Charlie and everyone you trust,

we'll get in the sea about it,
and we'll figure it out.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah, that sounds great.
I like that. Let's do that.

- All right. I'll get you some water.
- Thank you. I'm so thirsty.

How did he know?

I like him.

He makes me simultaneously
feel calm and horny.

Me too.

And if I don't get to fuck him tonight,
I'ma murder you.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- I understand.
- Okay.

I get what you're saying,

but I thought you were excited
about seeing Jorge.

I was, but that was because
he was the only guy in our squad

who was always in a good place,

and now he wants to see me
'cause he's fucking struggling.

Well, people struggle.

I know, but what advice can I give him?

Get kicked out of your place?
Move in with your shrink?

I mean,
I am the last guy he should be leaning on.

I wouldn't lead with any of that stuff.

But, Dan, um, maybe you could tell Sean

what made it easier for you
to open up to me.

Is it because he looks like
a sad oak tree?

Say what you want, Paul,
but just this morning,

a woman told me I was one of the
five hottest guys she'd ever been with.

So, fifth?

Fourth. Suck it.

Anyways. Dan.

Um, well,

honestly, I think I started opening up
the day you said you were...

you were lonely too.

Guess I wanted a therapist
as screwed up as I was.

If that's the case, bull's-eye.

But you're right, fucked-up people
are good at helping fucked-up people.

I mean, look at us.

What do you say?

Oh, shit.

- Hey, Brian. What's up?
- Oh, thank God you picked up.

I thought you'd have work
or something boring.

Jimmy, listen, you have no idea...

We all know he's gonna go on for a while
before I have to say anything, so...

Sorry. Sean, continue.

Fuck it. I'll do it. I'll see him.

Thanks, Jimmy's-other-patient.

Didn't I see you this morning?

Are you okay?

- Is he holding you against your will?
- Yes.

No, Dan, you want to be here.

- I changed my mind.
- No, you did not.

Paul, he did not.

I'll get you a list of other therapists.

It's nothing personal.
I do it for all of Jimmy's patients.

I gotta go see Alice.

Are you even listening
to a word I'm saying?

- Oh, shit.
- I will start over. I swear to God.

Brian, of course I'm listening to you.

Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.

I'm suspended,
I have nothing better to do.

Did your dad lose his shit?

Well, he grounded me
for three whole hours.

How'd your mom take it?

She got kicked out of
Casino Morongo last night,

so I think this is pretty low
on her priority list.

- Damn.
- Yeah.

- What'd she do?
- She put the dice in her mouth again.

This is all my fault.

I fucked you over,
and you really didn't deserve it.

I mean, everybody bailed on me
when Mom died but you stuck by me,

and I've been so fucking selfish,

and I haven't thought about all of
the shit that you've been dealing with.

It won't happen again. Promise.

Thanks.

I love you.

I love you.

What are you gonna do about Connor?

- Okay. So, fall break I'm gonna kiss him...
- Mm-hmm.

...and then I'm gonna cry,
and I'm gonna say, "That was a mistake."

And then during his midterms,
I'm gonna soft launch a boyfriend.

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah. Like, at dinner,

- with the guy hand, you know?
- Mm-hmm.

And then I'm gonna get back with him
on Thanksgiving,

but I'm gonna say I'm too full to hook up.

I am loving this revenge arc for you.

Ch-Cheater, cheater,
cheater bitch.

Cheater, cheater, cheater, cheater biatch.

Hey.

How do I keep running into you?

Alice couldn't make it.

She's with Summer,
so I told her I'd let you know.

Why didn't you just call?

Mmm. Well...

Oh, God, no.

Relax. I know the rules.

Tropical. The good shit.

- Thanks for coming, everyone.
- Yeah.

I still fricking can't believe that by
"get in the sea"

you meant get in the sea.
I thought it was, like,

a metaphor where he was like, "Oh, no."

Like, "Our profits are down,"
like, "Let's get in the sea on it."

Nope.

The ocean is a magical place.
It helps you see things clearly.

Well, still not the worst
fucking date I had.

- Hey, Jimmy? What the fuck are you doing?
- Yeah.

I'm still not supposed to
get my tattoo wet.

Bri, I'm freezing my titties off.
Is this working? You getting any clarity?

Yeah.

I don't think Jimmy should've
gotten a tattoo. It's stupid on him.

It's really bad, Jimmy.

Also, I can't handle a kid right now,

but I know that it could be ages
before we get another chance.

So, like...
So we just say yes, ready or not?

Question. Uh...

Brian, right?

Yes, Jimmy's patient.

This has all been about how you feel,

which reminds me of when I hang out
with my pal, Stan.

Everyone's checking on him
and his feelings, but never mine.

So as a guy who is also overlooked,

did anyone ever ask your husband
how he feels?

I'm terrified.

What? You're terrified?
Why didn't you say something?

I feel like I have to be the brave one,
even though I'm just as scared as you.

But I want the nine months.

I wanna get the call to the hospital
and have a cute, little backpack.

Too cold for a speech, Charlie!

Babe... ...I love you.

We shouldn't have a baby
until the time is right for both of us.

- Really?
- Really.

We're not having a baby!

You ever gonna talk?

Mac kissed me.

Who could've seen that coming?

Full disclosure, I should say that...

we kissed each other.

What the fuck? Why are you laughing?

Life, I guess.

I just recently had to face
my own infidelity,

20 years after the fact.

How'd that go?

We're friends again

which means I have to talk to her
on the phone every week, so...

not good.

How do I fix this?

Easy. Time machine.

I just keep trying to figure out
why I did this.

- This isn't ab--
- It doesn't matter.

There are a million reasons why,
and I've heard 'em all.

Feeling neglected, lost, lacking purpose,

empty nest, big birthday coming up.

Oh, I don't have birthdays anymore.

That must be nice.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, you can bury it,

try and live with the guilt,

hope that it motivates you
to become a better partner.

But in my experience,

most people end up tortured
by what they did forever and ever.

Or?

Or you could come clean,
face the repercussions,

and hope that that motivates you
to become a stronger couple.

But in my experience,

most people end up
tortured by the guilt forever and ever.

Well, there's gotta be a third choice.

Well, I hear they're very close
to space travel.

- What would you do?
- Oh, Liz. I...

Come on. Please, tell me.

Secrets have a way of getting out.

There's not a secret that I ever kept

that I didn't wish
I'd told the fucking person.

These are disgusting.

Give 'em back.

Wow, another weird almost-date,

except this time I'm dressed
like a ashy beach hippie.

- I'm gonna kiss you.
- Whoa.

You know it's just, like...

- It's better if you just do it.
- Damn it.

Please tell me I didn't mess this up.

Look, I-I knew... I knew I shouldn't have
taken you to, like, the sea.

That was, like, so...

Yep.

Do you wanna get in my sea?

Sorry. I don't know why I said that.

Just erase that from your mind.

Um, but I really like you, Derrick.

Same. Like, a lot.

Help me find a reason
to not fuck you immediately,

because I wanna just kind of do this...

- Right.
- ...whole thing right.

Um...

- can't think of anything. Let's go do it.
- Sir.

- Yeah. All right.
- Please. I almost did it.

- I almost sprinted up there.
- I know. Okay.

- All right, jokes aside.
- Yeah.

Um, we can't because for one,

I am covered in sand.

As am I, yeah. And that would just be

- just painful, awful.
- Yeah.

This is okay, right?

Of course.
I'm gonna go see Keisha anyway, so...

You crazy.

All right.
Well, uh, good night.

Night.

Thanks.

Uh, I wanted to talk to you guys
about something.

Summer and I made up today,
which was great,

but she said the thing
that hurt her the most

was the fact that
I hadn't been honest with her,

and I just think we should tell my dad
that we've been talking to you, Louis.

- I think it's the right thing to do.
- I agree.

I do too.

But I'm just wondering if there's any way

you can be strong and brave
and tell Jimmy,

and I can sort of not be mentioned,
or be part of it at all, in any way.

- I don't think you wanna be that guy.
- Boo.

So, we're going with me
also being strong and brave?

Got it. Got it. Great.

You think, uh, scarf lady's still here?

I mean, it's been seven hours.

Yeah, you're right. Oh, by the way,

that Derrick dude was the most
handsome man I've ever seen.

Yeah, one of the most handsome.

No. Like, the most handsome man.

Today was a fun day.

Even if we didn't kick anything's ass.

Dan, think about all the stuff
you did today.

You went to a high school,
you talked to strangers,

you got undressed and got in the ocean

around a bunch of people
you'd never even met before.

And yes, at first I had to prod you
to get you to talk,

but by the end, you were out there,
doggy paddling,

dropping truth bombs
in your tighty-whities.

Those were boxers.

Well, they're snug, but they look great.

Yeah, I think the scariest part

was hanging out one-on-one for ten minutes
with that terrifying teenage girl.

She was batshit.

- Again, that's my daughter.
- Nice kid.

But, yeah, if you can handle her,

you can handle Stan's wedding.

This means your hot streak's
still going, right?

Fuck yeah, it is.

- You want a hug?
- Not ever.

And then, you know,
I stopped and... and left.

It was so stupid.

I know you must be so hurt.

Please, say something.

How long was the kiss?

What?

How long was it?

I'll do Cincinnati,
and you tell me to stop.

You know, like one Cincinnati,
two Cincinnati.

- It's Mississippi.
- I do Cincinnati.

Okay.

One Cincinnati.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Two Cincinnat--
- Stop.

So it was two Cincinnatis.

No. It was, like... It was, like,
one Cincinnati and a Cincinnat.

Liz...

I support you
in everything you do.

You signed us up to foster dogs,

you basically adopted
our neighbor's child.

You make jokes about me. Who cares?
They bounce off.

You know why?

No.

Because deep down,
I thought we were so solid.

We are.

I don't ask you for much.

Ever.

You knew how I felt
about that fucking guy,

and you did this anyway.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

I wanna figure it out.

We can figure this out.

Look, at least I told you.

Isn't that better that I-I told you,
than you find out on your own?

Right?

Gotta give me one.

Hey, crush it at that wedding.

Thanks, Jimmy.

Fuck.