"Will & Grace" is shot before a live studio audience.
Honey, why are you making me go to work on a Saturday?
I should be home, making love to Stan
and watching cartoons.
Ah, I love cartoons!
You heard what we were talking about?
No.
Jack, why do you have to use my shower?
Four reasons: one, your water pressure's better.
Two, you've got that hand attachment
that gets to all those fun-to-reach areas.
And three through four, I've had two dates this week
with a bear who clogged my drain.
Since when are bears your thing?
I thought you were into twinks, twunks,
and everything else that Dr. Seuss didn't write about.
All right, Karen, let's go.
Grace, you work too much, and you're not dating.
It's Saturday morning.
You should be slinking home
with your contacts in a shot glass,
scratches on your back, and itches on your front.
I went on a date last week.
Yeah, that was the meeting with the cabinet maker
you want to use, and he was blatantly gay.
When I came home, he was sitting on the couch
in the pajama party position.
I don't know that one.
Humbled.
Jack? Pajama party position. Please demonstrate.
Oh, yeah, sure.
No heterosexual man has ever sat this way.
If a sitting position could have a lisp,
it would be that one.
Let's go, Kar.
Honey, all I'm saying is that
if you don't start dating,
it's gonna turn into a fireplace you never use.
Open up the flue and put a big log in there.
Now that the men are off to work,
what should us girls get up to?
- Well, I read an article... - No.
- But you can volunteer... - Boo.
To clean historic houses.
You know how people say.
"Why is Will still single?"
I'm not one of those people.
Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry, dear, but I can't give you any money.
I don't support arts and music in schools.
I don't need the competition.
No, no.
I'm looking for Jack McFarland.
I'm Jack McFarland.
You have a son named Elliot, right?
Technically, although,
like my friend Will and his hair,
we had a falling-out years ago.
Why do you ask?
I found some of the letters you wrote him,
and since I'm in New York with my parents, I wanted to meet you.
I'm sorry. Who exactly are you?
Oh, I'm Elliot's son, Skip.
One more time, dear. I'm a trifle "deef"
in my upstage ear.
I'm your grandson!
Can I call you grandpa?
Oh, my God, you have to.
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Hey, got ahold of Skip's parents at the hotel.
They're on their way, grandpa.
Oh, please!
I just found out my youth-obsessed best friend
has a grandson. I am obligated to torture you.
It's in the contract.
I didn't even know he existed.
How could Elliot not tell me this?
You haven't spoken to him in years.
Because he moved to Texas,
married someone super conservative,
and he didn't even invite me to his wedding.
And you got your feelings hurt
and cut him out of your life.
I didn't cut anything!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Edward Sissy-hands.
This is your chance to patch things up.
Elliot and his wife are coming over.
Your grandson is in there. Go talk to him.
How am I supposed to connect with a kid from Texas?
I can't fish or hunt
or tell a woman what to do with her fetus.
So, Skip.
Are you having fun in New York?
Yeah! I love it!
Would you excuse us just for a second?
Don't get too excited.
We can't know for sure.
Really? The pajama party position?
Is that not enough evidence to convict
misdemeanor over there?
Take it easy. We are not doing an episode
of "Law & Order: LGBTQ."
Don't mind me, boys. I forgot my Birkin.
Close your mouth, kid. You're gonna catch a fly.
Jesse Tyler Ferguson, she is fabulous!
Okay, Google,
turn down the lights.
Okay, Google, turn on the lights.
Great. Mom's home.
Tony, I don't know what's going on here,
but Karen always takes things too far,
and she is grinding up against me
right now, isn't she?
She was, but it's more like a dry hump thing
with a little bit of spankings.
Stop.
Isn't there something that you would like to say to Tony?
Yes.
I'm so sorry
that I didn't think of this earlier.
Heads up, Puerto Rico! Have a good time.
Karen!
It's okay, Grace.
Every time she does it,
I make her send a grand to hurricane relief.
Worth every peso.
Karen, I don't know where to start.
You have got to stop
sexually harassing the employees.
It's bad enough that you do it to me.
Well, honey, if you didn't want me to play with him,
why'd you buy him for me?
Wait a minute.
You bought him for yourself.
Well, good for you, honey.
That is exactly what you need.
I am his boss. I would never even think that.
Oh, right. Because your snooch died.
My snooch...
is not dead.
Then why isn't it breathing?
For Halloween last year,
I went as my favorite singer, Lady Gaga.
Do you guys know who she is?
Know who she is? Ha!
Excuse me. I sewed my own meat dress.
Okay?
I went as Lady Gaga last Halloween.
And the one before that and the one before that and...
and sometimes not Halloween.
So, Skip, you didn't mention why you and your parents
are here in New York.
I'm going to a camp. Upstate somewhere.
The best theater camps are upstate.
French Woods? Stagedoor?
Let me go to my apartment and get some props
for you to take with you. Oh, my God,
this is so much fun. I can't believe...
How old is my grandpa?
He is in his early 100s.
Yeah.
And if you tell him he looks 85,
he'll be so flattered.
- Elliot. - Hey, Will.
Dude, not cool.
Oh, you cannot just run off like that.
Wow, look at you. You're a... you're a real Texan now.
I am. I drank the Kool-Aid
and can no longer separate church and state.
That's my wife, Emma.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
It's a really cute place you have here.
Oh. It's very artsy.
Emma's never been here before.
You don't say.
Well, you may find it a little strange at first,
- but we're all ex... - Now...
A good wig
is all about versatility.
Okay?
This one could be Sia
or Cruella de Vil,
or an indecisive Anna Wintour.
What happened? Did you leave?
Elliot.
Jack.
Nice costume.
Mom, guess what.
Jack was Lady Gaga for Halloween too.
Oh! Fun.
All right, well, we need to go.
We don't want to be late for the first day of camp.
Yeah, it was really nice meeting all y'all.
Could I say good-bye to Jack and Will?
Quick, all right? We'll be down in the lobby.
Jack.
Elliot.
I wish I could stay.
I know. Me too.
Maybe we should, uh, get Skip to the elevator.
Okay, yeah. Hey, what's the name of that camp,
so I can write you?
Camp Straighten Arrow.
"Straighten Arrow"?
Is that a new theater camp? I never heard of it.
No, it's a...
camp my parents found to fix me.
Fix you?
So I can be normal.
Bye.
Hey, I'm sorry about
- what happened this morning. - No. No, no, no.
Do not apologize.
I feel terrible and embarrassed
and hungry... but that's not about you.
I talked to Karen.
Look, it's not all on her, you know?
We were just fooling around, and I was singing
her favorite song. You know, "Mercy"?
No, I don't.
? Baby, please have mercy on me ?
? Take it easy on my heart ?
You can sing.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I like to sing too.
I'm a bit of a singer myself.
- Really? - Yeah.
What do you sing?
It's not like I have a song, per se...
? Green finch and linnet bird ?
? Nightingale, blackbird ?
? How is it you sing ?
Not bad. Wow.
But maybe try singing it from your diaphragm, though.
- Do you mind if I show you? - Oh. Yeah.
All right.
Okay.
Now push your voice against it.
Give me an... ? Oh ?
? Oh ?
? Oh, my God, it feels so good ?
? To have a man's hands on my body ?
You don't know that song?
It's a song.
You know it. It's by...
The Dead Snooches.
I'm gonna go and... I'm gonna go and download it for you.
? He's got boys being boys ?
? In his hand ?
? He's got girls being girls ?
? In his hand ?
? He's got boys-only-marryin'-girls ?
? In his hand ?
? He's got the whole-natural-order-of-things ?
? Where-people-act- like-the-Lord-intended ?
? In his hands ?
? He's got suits and dresses ?
? On the right person ?
? He's got boys chasing girls ?
? Appropriately, he's got boys... ?
So what exactly
are we supposed to do? As a sperm donor,
the law doesn't recognize you as a relative,
just as someone who made a little money
doing what he would normally do for free.
Are you suggesting that we make a life-size dummy
using pillows and overalls and leave it in Skip's place
while we take him away?
Oh, my God, it's as if
you can read the minds of other idiots.
No, we can't kidnap him. We need a plan.
Okay, okay, okay. Um, how about, um...
Well, go ahead. Say what you were gonna say.
- I wasn't gonna say anything. - No, no, go ahead.
I'll say mine afterwards.
- I'll get Skip. - Skip...
- I'll send him out here. - Him out here...
- You tell him this is a bad place. - A bad place.
And if he wants to leave, then we'll do
- everything we can to help. - Help him. Yeah.
Yeah, that's right. That's what I was gonna say.
- Ah. - Keep going.
- I'll find a way to divert the staff. - Divert the staff.
And you talk to him.
Talk to him. Yeah.
Yeah, I was gonna say
"distract the staff," but I don't know,
I guess yours could work.
Great, and we'll talk about having a good time
and not acting on our impure impulses.
It's not your fault...
Jack?
What are you doing here?
What are you doing here, bringing Skip
to a place like this?
What happened to you, Elliot?
What happened to us?
You know what happened.
You never approved of me being with someone like Emma.
I'm sorry if we have certain beliefs that you don't.
Because they're terrible beliefs.
Oh, well, that's really open-minded.
It's who we are, Jack. You can't
judge someone for who they are.
Are you honestly saying that here?
I have never been 100% clear what irony is,
but I'm pretty sure that's it.
Ugh. We just...
don't want him to...
Turn out like me?
We're his mom and dad.
Go home, Jack.
Okay, campers!
I'm Reggie, and this here
is my beautiful wife of ten weeks,
Roberta.
No. No flirting, fellas, okay?
She's taken.
Ah, you.
Okay. Well, it is time now
for what we at Camp Straighten Arrow
call reorientation orientation.
- Wordplay! - Reg.
Okay. So...
Did you see, guys, what I did just there?
That... and this...
that's what we don't want.
- Because that didn't feel good. - Mm-mm.
- It didn't feel natural. - Natural. Nope.
Skip, don't turn around and don't say anything.
Are you here to be fixed too?
Your grandpa wants to see you outside.
Now, the important thing
is that we're all gonna have fun.
Yeah. Because...
? We pray, we pray ?
? We pray the gay away ?
? 'Cause boys like girls and girls like boys ?
? And that's what God done say ?
? Hey ? Okay.
Honey, don't be so hard on yourself.
It was bound to happen.
- Was it? - Yes, Grace.
Crazy things happen
when you ignore you hoo-ha.
It did feel good.
You know, I think I have been denying
a vital part of me.
I mean, I am a very sexual woman.
Sure, I don't like to move around
when I'm doing it, and...
once I got caught eating
a sleeve of Ritz crackers during...
But I am a woman in her sexual prime.
Attagirl.
I am going to put myself back out there.
My marriage died,
but the rest of me didn't.
Did you hear that, Sophia?
I talk to mine too.
What's that, Jan?
I know. Sophia's a domina... shh.
Back in the old days,
they used a shock collar
to curb any unnatural tendencies.
Remember those days, Reg?
Ugh, I sure do.
They were effective, but really unpleasant.
And besides, look at this thing.
It's like, "Hello!"
Aren't chokers over already?"
Excuse me. I have a question.
Uh, I'm sorry, sir, but, um, but...
but parents aren't allowed in the lodge
for another 20 minutes.
Oh, I... I'm not a parent.
I'm the director of the new conversion camp
across the lake, Camp Kick-a-Mo.
We don't have a lake.
Roberta, let the beautiful man speak.
We at Kick-a-Mo thought it might be fun to have
a friendly competition with the other
conversion therapy camp in the area.
Well, I think I would have heard if there were...
It's a competition, Roberta!
There's no way
you're a better conversion camp.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Our success rate is tops in the country.
Plus, all of our counselors
are now certified straight people.
You don't seem that certified,
what, with your dewy skin and your puffed-up basket.
Oh, I'm certified, all right.
In fact, I could kiss
any male counselor in this camp
and not feel a thing.
- Well, that is the most ridi... - Challenge accepted!
Well, uh, round one was a tie, kids,
but round two is where I'm really gonna...
Oh, God!
The point is, this place can't fix you
because you're not broken.
I'm confused.
Of course you're confused.
So, let me tell you a story about another young man
who was once confused.
A young man who grew up to be a model citizen
and today is proud
of who and what he is.
People adore this man,
not only because of his good looks
and dynamic personality,
but because of his open, loving heart.
- Will? - No, not Will!
Will's a fat lawyer!
Why does that guy make an impression on everyone?
I'm talking about me.
It was hard for me once, too,
but believe me, it gets better.
I don't see how.
Ugh. Skip...
You are gonna be invited
to so many good dinner parties.
And there's something else.
When you get older, you'll understand
that there's the family you were born into
and the family that you choose,
and the family I chose...
well, it doesn't get any better than that.
But what do I do now?
I don't know.
Your hero, Will, didn't really think this through.
You're just gonna have to be really strong.
It's hard, being me sometimes.
I know, but I'm gonna be there for you
as much as I can,
and when I'm not,
I want you to picture me in your head,
looking at you like I am right now,
and saying, "You"
are exactly who you're supposed to be."
Made you some hot chocolate.
With those little marshmallows floating on top?
We were out of marshmallows.
Ugh. This day couldn't get any worse.
Hey. Could I speak to Jack?
I don't think that's a great idea.
It's okay, Will.
I spoke to Skip and he told me what you said.
Then I looked around and I saw the camp
for the first time through his eyes.
Made me sick.
I had to get him out of there.
Thank God.
And then...
In the car, on the way back to the city,
Emma and I got into a pretty big fight, and she said,
"Do you really want Skip to end up like Jack?"
And I said, "You mean someone who'd"
"drop everything to
"help someone he cares for live their truth?
Yeah, I do."
Anyway, um...
Emma let Skip leave the camp.
So...
I guess that's a first step.
Jack, I know we haven't been
close over the last few years, but
you really do mean a lot to me.
You're my dad.
That means so much.
But in public, you're my brother.
So, uh, Skip and I are gonna
hang around the city for the next few days.
I was wondering if you wanna take your grandson
to his first Broadway show.
Please look away.
I don't think a boy should ever see his father cry.
I mean brother.