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Jen? Honey?
Your parents are coming. When?
They'll be here before the drugs can even kick in.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because they just told me.
I mean, I love my parents, but I hate when they visit.
Honestly, I'm gonna lose it, Greg,
just like I do every single time they come visit.
And then everyone gets upset, and they leave on bad terms,
and then we do it all over again the next year.
Well, every family has its traditions.
I think the only way to make this a fun visit
is if we just avoid all conversation.
Huh?
We go to places
that prohibit talking.
- Yes. - Libraries.
- Yes. - Theaters.
- Yes. - Scuba diving.
- Yes! - All that matters is
the second they get here, we are out the door.
Jenny, look.
Look, sweetheart, look what Daddy's done.
Just sit me in a chair
and leave me for dead.
Oh, no.
This is the worst thing that could have happened.
So, Dave, tell her how it happened.
Well, Charlotte kindly tucked
the comforter into the end of the bed.
I slipped in for the evening, and, uh...
like that, my ankle just exploded.
So the-the weight of the goose-down feathers
was just too much for your ankle to handle?
Had there been any higher of a thread count,
and I would've been facing amputation.
But Daddy's forgiven me,
and I forgive him for asking me
to make the bed in the first place.
Although the case might be made that the one who took on
the responsibility of making the bed had a sort of
an implied contract to create
a safe environment.
Wow.
Starting with a toughie right out of the gate.
What smells?
Tutu-Bipsy.
And G-Pa!
Now, Lark, you got to be careful, okay?
'Cause G-Pa's got a hurtsy.
Oh, no, that's fine, Greg. The herpes is long, long gone.
Sweetheart, come, give me a big kiss.
I can't believe we're stuck here listening to them.
My head is gonna explode
- like my dad's ankle. - You want to know what?
Here's what we're gonna do.
- What? - You hang out with your parents
for as long as you can stand,
and when you reach your breaking point,
I'll swoop in and relieve you.
We'll tag-team' em.
Yes.
- Yeah? - Uh-huh.
Aside from the fact that I now have
the visual of us tag-teaming my parents...
I like that.
And that is when it became obvious to me
that Shakespeare was, in fact... a woman.
That is a conspiracy theory I have not yet heard.
Daddy was very affected by the Wonder Woman film.
Sure. That's true... and what heroes
are more super than our literary heroes, correct?
He's just trying to find a niche
to compete with the young professors who cut
- their jeans off at the bottom. - It's an entirely
valid point of view... Just happens to be
from a younger perspective, that's all.
Uh, do you... do you know who cuts his jeans off
at the bottoms?
Greg. True story.
Greg?
Oh, hey, hon. Don't forget to give me a sign
when you need a break, okay?
Greg, me getting up and coming over to you
with this face is the sign.
Oh. Oh, I... I just thought you were gonna give me a signal
like whistling and patting yourself
like you lost your keys or something.
But don't worry, I gotcha.
- Tag. - Tag.
So, what are we talking about?
Greg, settle this... Was Shakespeare a woman?
Jen, tell your father it's not true.
He claims there's a crow that speaks sign language
and also volunteers for the fire brigade.
It happens to be the gospel truth, all right?
A student showed me the video. The crow's name is Murphy...
Although around the firehouse, they all refer to him as Murph.
It's the truth... You can Guggle it.
I can what it?
Guggle it. You know,
when you drag something down from the Internet
to get more information.
I believe it's pronounced "Google."
See? I've been telling you that
since we had dinner with the MacDuggals.
It's the MacDougals.
You know what, will you excuse me?
I'm getting a phone call to Greg.
Greg?
Wow. All I said was, is I have no idea about the crow,
and they did not stop talking.
It's exhausting.
Just promise me you and I will never
talk to each other that much.
I promise.
But I'm proud of you.
Hmm?
Now, get out there.
You can do this.
Thanks, babe.
I needed that.
Hey, wait a minute, no, I was coming in here.
It's your turn.
Damn it. So close.
We did it.
We tag-teamed our way through their visit.
I am so proud of you... you didn't lose it on them once.
Man, I will say it again.
I am so lucky my college boyfriend died.
Ha... Aw.
Well, we are so sad you're leaving.
The car is waiting outside to take you to the airport.
And we packed your bags for you. So, bye.
That was so thoughtful of you.
But you didn't have to do that.
Because we're staying.
Where?
Here. We've decided to extend our trip.
- When? - Now.
- No. - Wow.
We're so concerned about your marriage.
The whole time we've been here,
we've barely seen the two of you together once.
It's as if as soon as one of you enters the room,
the other's so revolted, they leave.
We're not letting the two of you give up. We're not.
That's why me and Mommy are staying
until we've all worked this thing through together.
Have you seen my keys?
Oh, my God. No.
You know what? I'm done.
I can't take it anymore.
This week has been insufferable!
Good girl, Jen, let it all out.
And now, Greg, your turn.
Tell us, how do you feel about Jen?
Mm-mm.
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What the hell is that?
Mom-Mom, this pasta is so good.
Oh, thank you, dear.
The key is to get the mayonnaise really boiling.
Then it candies.
It was my grandmother Wandy's recipe.
- Wandy? - Mm-hmm.
What kind of a name is that?
It's short for Wanda.
But that's not shorter.
Well, it was a slower time then.
Hey, you two, tell Sophia about Wandy.
Oh, the kids' magician that ended up going to prison?
Yeah, I don't think
she's old enough for that story, Mom.
No, no, no. I'm talking about Wandy,
your great-grandmother.
I can't believe you've forgotten your family history.
Oh... Wandy.
- Wandy. - Yeah.
I don't remember her.
- No. - This is so sad.
I mean, what happens when I'm gone?
Our whole family story disappears.
Like cousin Victor down that sinkhole.
I know how to save it, Mom-Mom.
I'm not freezing my head.
Okay, we just have to fill these test tubes up to the line.
Oh! A genetic testing kit. How sophisticated.
We shouldn't have done this after lunch.
- They're gonna think I'm part hamburger. - We're just a couple
loogies away from knowing our entire family tree.
Oh, Wandy would be so proud.
She was very prideful.
She wouldn't even talk to my grandfather,
Junious, until he helped her board the ship
that would carry them to New York.
You see, she couldn't walk,
and medicine wasn't what it is today.
Remember, though, this is a long time ago.
Like when Hamilton was white?
- After that. - Okay.
It would be 15 years before Junious had the courage
to ask for her hand.
But her father said no, and so, they eloped.
Oh, they don't make love stories like that anymore.
As you can see, we're each representing
our newly-discovered genetic history.
Je m'appelle Sophia.
I'm 10% French.
And I'm 60% Scottish.
Well, turns out I'm related to John Wayne Gacy,
but I'm not gonna dress up like that.
Here's our genetic report.
And here is the greatest love story of all time.
Junious and Wandy,
my grandparents.
Huh.
Well, that's weird.
Wandy also had an uncle named Junious, and he was
born on the same day as her husband.
Oh, it was a family name.
And he died on the same day as her husband.
Did she marry her uncle?
No, don't be ridiculous.
It's the greatest love story of all time.
He carried her off the boat.
Because she was four months old.
No! No, no, no, no, no.
It was love!
He-he taught her to walk, he even spoon-fed her.
They courted for 15 years.
Yeah, until she was 15 years old.
No wonder her father disapproved.
Guy married his own niece.
Sam, that's like
you marrying Uncle Matt.
Oh...
So, we're the product of incest?
Well, you are.
I guess this, uh, means my mom and dad
both wearing toupees isn't so weird anymore, huh?
No, it was a different time!
He stole a baby and married it.
He loved the baby!
Mom,
are you really defending this?
No.
Give it back.
It's just that it was such a great love story,
and I'm proud of my incest and...
No,
I'm not proud of incest.
It's just that,
you know, DNA really sucks,
because then you find out incest.
And so what's left for you?
Well, best I was hoping for was an explanation
for Uncle Greg's tail.
Think we found it.
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- Happy birthday. - Oh!
- Ooh! It's such a big box. - Mm-hmm.
As my dad would say,
you can fit way more than a human head in here.
Mm.
What is it?
Oh, look, you gave me a book of homemade coupons again.
- Yeah. - For chores
and other silly, silly stuff.
You just can't stop giving me coupons as gifts.
No way. You love 'em.
Mm. Happy birthday.
Thank you. Love you.
Ugh.
Classic Matt.
Giving a gift no one would ever use.
Ugh. You know what?
That all changes today.
I'm gonna become the first person in the world
to actually cash those coupons in.
Mm-hmm.
Jen, have you seen my keys?
Uh, Greg's whistling. I got to go.
I've decided it's time to dive in
and start using those gift coupons.
All right. What am I warming up, the tub or the wax?
'Cause I can get down with either one.
Ooh, you're gonna get down, all right.
With a little karaoke.
I did not give you a coupon for karaoke.
No, but you gave me a coupon for
"an adventure of your own choosing,"
and the choice has been made.
- We'll do your hair in the car. - But I don't like karaoke.
That's 'cause you've only done it in English.
Hey!
Yay! This is the best.
I can't believe I didn't cash these coupons in sooner.
I wish I could be one of those people
that ate all of my meals in bed.
You're describing a quadriplegic.
Mmm, this is so good.
Somebody order a sexy handyman?
Yeah.
The garbage disposal's clogged.
- Mm-hmm. - I'll be back in three hours.
Mmm.
That is amazing.
Now work on that bunion. Whittle it down.
Yay.
Oh.
Mmm.
Oh.
Thank you, Mom. I forgot what it was like
to have someone make breakfast for me.
Aw, you're welcome, sweetie.
Well, I guess I'm off to do the dishes.
Unless anybody wants to help me.
No thanks, Joan.
Joan, here. Give this coupon to Matt.
Then he'll do any chores that you want
in whatever outfit that you want.
Now, I prefer the French maid, but I'm sure
that you're gonna take it in a different direction.
I gave that coupon to you, not to my mom.
I know, and I'm giving it to her.
It's called regifting.
Well, it's rude and incredibly hurtful.
Well, not as hurtful as getting coupons
for your birthday instead of a gift.
We can give coupons for birthdays?
Babe, if you can tell me when my birthday is,
you can give me a coupon.
June. July.
- Jewelry it is. - That's right.
I thought everybody loved getting coupons.
Coupons are literally the worst gift
you could ever give a person,
and that's coming from a woman
whose last present was a flu shot.
Now, that is a gift that keeps on giving.
Through flu season.
30% of the time.
Matt, it's not that we want you
to spend more money on us.
We just want you to, you know, think about us a little.
And luckily,
you'll be able to do that
while you're doing the dishes.
Yeah, and the French maid's outfit's
up in the hall closet.
Should be dry by now.
You want the heels, let me know.
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Oh!
Sorry. I don't want to poke you.
No, it's okay.
Boom!
Right on the nipple.
Oh! Babe, you think my nipple is that high?
Oh, honey.
Guys, this is my prom, not yours.
I know. Sweetie, listen,
we are here to chaperone, okay? That is it.
Yeah, tonight's all about you, honey.
Now you get out there, you crazy kids.
Come on.
So the parents can have a little fun.
Oh. I always fall for the bad boys.
Ah. Oh.
I cannot believe that I get to be at real prom with you.
Oh, honey, I am so in love with...
Wayne Winger?
Oh!
Who's Wayne Winger?
He was only the most popular guy in my high school.
I mean, he was, like, the winner of Battle of the Bands,
he was prom king.
He won class vice president, and he only came in second
because Janelle Swanson had polio.
I don't even think that's a real thing.
Why don't you just go say hi?
Oh, God, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
He will never remember who I am.
He was way too popular for me. Okay?
We talked, like, one time.
He will have no idea who this girl is.
Heather Short.
You look exactly the same.
It's me. It's Wayne Winger.
Wayne... Wayne...
Wayne, Wayne, Wayne W-Winger. Wayne-w...
Wayne Winger, right! Yes. I haven't seen you since...
- That night. - Yeah. Whoa.
- And then I shipped out. - You did.
Desert Storm One.
- Oh, yeah. - Military band.
Mmm.
Excuse me, I have to go tune my axe.
I like to keep all my instruments
in fine working order.
Do not go away.
Oh, no, I won't. I won't. I won't.
What was that about? You said he only talked to you one time.
Yes, the night that we had sex.
Oh, my God, Tim,
I cannot believe that he remembers me. It just...
It's Wayne Winger.
Totally remembers me. Me!
Can you help me get my earring in?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, if I can remember correctly,
you really knew how to handle a stud.
Hey, uh, let me help with this.
I'm, uh...
I'm an ear doctor and her husband.
Dr. Tim Hughes, it's actually pronounced "Huge."
Hello, North Tippet High!
We are Wingz with a "Z" for legal reasons.
Are you ready to rock?
# I am done being disregarded #
# Through the night, you beg for pardon #
# Many lies would it take to praise you... #
Are you still into this guy?
Who? Oh, Wayne?
- Eh, he's not into me. - No, no, no.
I said you're still into him.
Oh... I hate it when you get jealous.
Jealous? Of who?
Wayne.
Wayne? Wayne's dumb.
Oh, come on, Tim.
Wayne is not dumb, obviously.
I mean, he's in a band, okay?
You know what? Let's just... let's not do this here.
# Sat and waited, worried for you... #
What is up with your dad?
He thinks I like Wayne.
Wayne Thompson?
He's a ninth grader, and you couldn't get him.
Really, Mom?
I knew you guys would make this night about you.
What? We've been watching you the whole time.
You've been here, right?
- Yeah, I've been having a blast. - Good.
The lead guitarist keeps licking his lips at you.
Really?
And Ryan won't even dance with me.
- Why not? - Because Dad stole him.
He keeps calling him "Rye Bread."
This Wayne guy
thinks he's so cool?
Tell you what, Heather's gonna change her tune
as soon as the lease is up on my minivan
and I get a kick-ass sports car.
You feel me, Rye Bread?
- Yeah. - All right, Tim, come on.
Let's stop being a buzzkill
and give Samantha her date back, okay?
I will, just as soon as my date stops eye-banging Wayne.
You did not just say that to me.
- Come on, Sam, let's go. - Really, Mom?
Shouldn't your commitment
to one another for 20 years mean more
than some really cool guy from your wife's past?
I mean, you won her heart.
Isn't that what really matters, Dr. Huge?
You're a good kid, Ryan.
Maybe the best.
Your dad is behaving like a child.
He knows I wasn't a virgin when I met him.
Ew, you lost your virginity to Wayne?
I wasn't a virgin when I met Wayne.
I mean... No.
Derek Wilson lost his virginity
to a wet toilet paper roll.
I kind of have a crush on him, though.
Mom, you and Dad are both acting like children.
You're right.
You're right. I... Oh...
I just got caught up
in feeling like a teenager again.
It is such an exciting time.
And when you grow up to be a strong, beautiful woman,
I want you to be able to look back on tonight
and have beautiful memories.
- I'm sorry. - Thanks, Mom.
Yeah.
But I won't have anything to remember
unless you let me go dance with my boyfriend.
Okay, go, have fun.
Sam's kind of a bitch, huh?
All right, this next one goes out
to a sexy little tiger
who's in the audience tonight.
Just to be clear, I'm talking about an adult chaperone
and not a student.
Wayne, Wayne, go away.
# And I'd give up forever to touch you #
# 'Cause I know #
# That you'd feel me somehow #
# You're the closest to heaven #
# That I'll ever be #
# And I don't want to go home right now #
# And all I can taste is this moment #
# And all I can breathe is your life... #
I love you.
Okay?
You know what? I... We're the adults here.
Right? I think it's time we start acting like it, hmm?
# ...miss you tonight #
# And I don't want the world to see me #
# 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand #
# When everything's made to be broken #
# I just want you to know who I am. #
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