I had a great dream last night.
Really? Yeah.
I dreamed I got locked in a house made of donuts
and I had to eat my way out.
Interesting.
I had a similar dream, only no house and no donuts.
Morning.
So, uh...
how'd everybody sleep?
Uncle Charlie and I both had dreams about eating.
Mine was with donuts. His was something dirty.
He's just guessing.
Good guess.
And yes, Alan, we see your earring.
It's pretty cool, right?
Yeah, if you're going to a Wham! concert with Molly Ringwald.
I think it's cool. Thank you, Jake.
Can I get my ear pierced? No.
Why not?
You can't keep the holes you have clean.
And you're too young.
Wait till you're old, desperate,
and living in your brother's house.
You can mock me all you want,
but there's a certain lady who thinks it's darn sexy.
First of all, I don't need permission to mock you...
but more importantly,
you let some broad talk you into piercing your ear?
Actually, my ear wasn't her first choice to pierce.
What else can you pierce?
Nothing. Nothing.
Fine. Don't tell me.
I'll Google it.
Don't worry.
He can't spell "pierce."
He can't spell "Google."
So, who's Princess Poke-a-Hole?
Just a nice young woman with a sewing needle and a potato.
A potato?
Yeah, she, uh, she put it behind my lobe,
sort of like a pincushion.
Oh. So you're a moron.
It's perfectly safe.
She sterilized the needle.
How?
With alcohol.
Okay, Kahlua.
Well, I guess I owe morons an apology.
You do know that's the gay ear.
What?
Left ear says "I'm a hipster from the disco era."
Right ear says...
(flamboyantly): "Let's disco!"
No, no, th-th-that can't be right.
Okay, don't believe me.
Hey, look who's finally out of the closet.
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
Berta.
Yeah. What are you doing?
Making your bed.
Well, I'd like to take a nap.
Hop in. You can spoon me, but it ends there.
Are you sick?
Yeah, I'm sick.
I'm sick of staying up all night with a screaming baby
while my daughter's out trolling the waterfront
for the father of her next one.
Whoa, that's rough.
Oh, don't feign interest in my life, Charlie.
Sorry, I, I, I see a woman in my bed,
I instinctively start lying.
Close the door on your way out.
Okay.
No.
No, this is ridiculous.
Berta. Get out.
Sleep tight.
(phone ringing)
Hello? Ow!
Uh, hello?
Oh, oh, hi.
Uh, no, no, it's, uh, it's just a little tender.
I'm glad you called. I, I missed you, too.
Yeah, yeah, last night was fun.
(laughs)
You won't believe who's in my bed.
Hang on.
I never do...
but I'm on the phone right now.
Ow!
Ah... damn it.
Uh, listen, how about tonight?
Oh, great, great.
The usual place?
All right, well, see you then.
(chuckles) Okay. B-Bye.
Berta's in my bed.
Really?
Couldn't you just pay her in cash this week?
(chuckling)
Ow!
There are some things we don't joke about.
Okay, so...
why is Berta in your bed?
Apparently, her daughter's been out partying every night
and Berta's been stuck with the baby.
Oh, that's got to be rough.
Don't feign interest in her life, Alan.
Sorry.
Oh, hey, hey, listen, can you watch Jake tonight?
Why? You want to see if your new lady friend can infect
other parts of your body?
It's not infected.
A certain amount of swelling is perfectly normal.
Where'd it say that, Alan?
On the potato?
Are you at least going to tell me who this woman is?
It's nobody you know.
Oh... so I know her.
I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
Now let's see.
Who do I know that you'd like to keep a secret?
You're wasting your time.
One of your ex-wives?
(scoffs)
Rose? Berta's daughter?
(laughing): Berta's daughter?
D-Don't be ridiculous.
Ha... ha-ha.
That's rich.
Ha, ha, ha!
* Men...
I'm tired. Shouldn't I be in bed?
Shut up and deal.
Look, I'll give you back the money I won.
You didn't win it till we stop playing.
Now deal.
What's he doing up?
Not now, Alan.
I'm all in.
Jake, bed.
Hold on, Dad. Call ya.
Pocket aces.
What do you got?
You heard your father. Go to bed.
He's been betting on garbage all night.
You let a 12-year-old beat you at poker?
He's 12 and a half.
What's going on with your ear, Dumbo?
It's just a little swelling.
It's normal.
Better pierce the other one.
You don't want to be flying around in circles.
It's fine.
Listen, th-there's something I need to get off my chest.
If you don't see a doctor soon,
it'll be your earlobe.
Are you going to listen or what? Sorry.
I'm all ears. No, wait, that's you.
You know what? Forget about it.
No, no, no, no, come on. Talk to me. (sighs)
It's about the girl I'm dating.
Berta's daughter.
How didyou know?
Your idiot son doesn't have a single tell,
but you I can read like a stop sign.
Okay.
I was going to build up to the big reveal, but I...
Just cut to the chase.
You remember how I had a little crush on Naomi
when she was pregnant?
A little crush?
You were like a monkey trying to hump a watermelon.
Are you going to let me tell the story?
I'm just fact-checking.
Go ahead.
Anyway, after she had the baby, we stayed in touch,
and I got to know her and the baby and...
I'm starting to care about both of them.
Aw, buddy, you got a heart as big as your ear.
But you're falling into the same trap you always do.
What's that?
You're a pathological rescuer.
Ever since you're a little kid,
bringing home that stray three-legged cat.
Oh, yeah, Tippy.
And finding the sick baby bird...
Mm. ...feeding it with an eyedropper,
nursing it back to health.
Until Tippy ate it.
And it's the same thing with women.
You constantly seek out these damaged, needy broads.
You know, you're right.
Maybe subconsciously I'm hoping
that if I save them, they'll love me.
Perhaps.
Or subconsciously you realize the only way
an emotionally healthy, self-supporting woman
would pick you up is on a scavenger hunt.
But... we digress.
Please continue with your star-crossed love story.
Well, Naomi and I have been sneaking around
behind Berta's back
and... I'm starting to feel guilty about it.
You want my advice?
Live with the guilt and see a doctor
before that thing grows teeth.
But don't you think the honorable thing
would be to tell Berta?
Sure, honorable's one way to go.
But may I remind you that this is a woman who's been known
to lift the stove with one hand
in order to beat a mouse to death with the other.
How much honor you think that little fella had?
Oh... now you're just being silly.
I mean, Berta's not going to physically assault me.
I hope you're right.
I've grown to enjoy these little talks.
* Men...
Why don't you just pay me what you owe me?
I don't owe you till we're done.
Now throw the dice.
Oh, you just suck.
I wouldn't need a job if I joined the Army.
You can't join the Army. Why not?
Because you already are all that you can be.
You remember my little burden Naomi.
Oh, sure, I remember her. Hi.
She's got job interviews this afternoon.
I'm gonna watch the baby.
How are you going to work and watch the baby?
Who said I was gonna work?
CHARLIE: Hey, Alan.
Look who's here.
Oh. H-Hello. Hi.
Um... Nancy, right?
Uh, Naomi. Naomi. Naomi, sure.
(chuckling): Been a long time.
Sure has.
And this must be your baby.
Oh, isn't she cute?
Oh, thanks.
And there's the proud grandma.
Look at her beaming.
Well, dip me in butter and roll me in nuts.
I, too, am shocked.
So you're the sleazeball
she's been running around with.
Oh, Alan, how could you?
I-It's my fault, Mom.
Alan wanted to tell you.
No, no, it's, it's my responsibility.
If you're gonna do anything, do it to me.
Welcome to the family.
I made you breakfast.
Really?
Need to have your morning tinkle first?
No, I'm okay.
Good.
I made all your favorites:
scrambled egg whites, turkey bacon,
rye toast no butter, decaf coffee.
Well, thank you.
You eat like a 90-year-old man with stomach cancer,
but I don't judge.
So...
what do you and my little girl have planned for today?
Maybe a romantic walk on the beach?
A cozy picnic?
I could pack you a lunch.
Uh, gee, Berta, I don't...
Or how about this?
I'll watch the baby
and you two can spend the afternoon in bed gettin' sticky.
Ah, well, uh, as lovely as that sounds,
I wasn't really planning on seeing Naomi today.
Why not? What's wrong?
Oh, please don't tell me there's something wrong.
I mean, you ain't much, but you're the best she ever had.
No, no, nothing's wrong.
I just... I have to go to work today.
Oh, right.
Silly me.
Naomi never dated anybody with a job before.
At least not one that's indoors and legal.
I understand.
Well, you let me know if you need anything.
I will.
Ironing, groceries?
I could lance that ear for you.
Uh, no, thanks.
I know what I'm doin'.
I spent a summer castrating sheep in Montana.
I'll keep that in mind.
Uh, but I think it's fine.
Okay.
You made an old lady very happy, Alan.
I'm...
glad.
Bye-bye now.
Bye-bye.
Oh, I am so screwed.
Charlie?
I'm in the bathroom, Alan.
Um...
I've got kind of a delicate problem.
The antibiotics are in my dresser drawer.
(toilet flushing) No, no, it's, it's Berta.
She's being ridiculously nice to me
and I'm afraid what might happen if I break up with her daughter.
Oh, you can't break up with her daughter.
Whaddya mean I can't break up with her?
Well, I guess you could, but...
So what am I supposed to do,
marry Naomi just to keep Berta happy?
You don't have to marry her.
Just let the relationship follow its natural course.
Natural course?
Think about it, Alan.
Any woman, given enough time, will grow to loathe you.
My God, you're right.
So I just have to stick it out with Naomi
until she hates my guts.
How long could it take?
BERTA: Damn it.
Charlie, get your lazy ass out of that bed.
Hello, bright eyes.
Hi.
I bagged you a lunch to take to work.
No kidding.
Yeah.
I also tossed in a packet of vitamin E.
Help you chalk up the old pool cue for Naomi.
Thanks.
C'mere, gimme some sugar.
Mwah.
Oh, you are so screwed.
Here you go.
One hot chocolate for the lactating mommy.
Thank you.
I see little Brittany Pam is having the grande boobaccino.
Yeah,
and she's bitin' the straw.
Listen, you got any plans for Saturday night?
I don't think so. Why?
Well, my mom wants to have a big family dinner over at her place.
Family?
Uh, whose family?
You know, me, you, Jake, Charlie, my mom, your mom.
Oh, oh.
Well, uh, that sounds like fun.
Doesn't it? Yeah.
Yeah, unfortunately, I'm busy this Saturday.
But you just said...
I misspoke.
Oh, I get it.
I'm not good enough to meet your mother.
Oh, no, no, no, I'm, I'm just, uh,
I'm concerned about the baby.
Why?
Oh, boy, uh, I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this,
but my mother...
feeds on the souls of the young.
Okay, just forget it.
Oh, come on, Naomi, I mean,
don't you think a family dinner's pushing things
a little too fast?
Too fast? You weren't worried
about things going too fast on our first date
when you chewed through my nursing bra.
In my defense, I didn't know about the flaps.
Well, I thought that you were different.
I am different. Ask anybody.
They'll tell ya, Alan's different.
No, no, no, you're not.
You're just like all the rest.
Flirtsy, squirtsy and then arriva-dirtsy.
Naomi, I didn't mean... Well, I'm not that
kind of girl anymore.
I'm a mama now and I demand to be treated with respect!
Sweetie, sweetie, calm down.
I do respect you.
I just thought the dinner was a little premature.
Premature?
You weren't worried about being premature on our first date
when you ruined a perfectly good sweater!
You know what? You know what?
Saturday's fine.
Dinner sounds great. We'll be there.
Yeah, damn right you'll be there.
What you never seen a screamin' woman with a bare boob?
This is just mortifying.
Mom.
It's one thing to diddle the help, Alan.
It's another thing to dine with them.
Jake, are you listening to your iPod?
No. Well, start.
Naomi is not the help.
Oh, forgive me.
She's the maid's round-heeled daughter.
I mean, I'd expect this from Charlie.
He'd hump a grilled cheese sandwich.
Thanks, Mom.
You're welcome, darling.
And what, pray, is going on with your ear?
Uh, it's fine.
It looks like a cherry tomato.
His lady friend thinks it's "darn sexy."
Well, don't worry.
I'm guessing you won't be the only one
at the table tonight with a raging infection.
It's not infected.
It's got a pulse, Alan.
Look, Mom, there is no reason
to look down your nose at Naomi.
She and her mother are decent, hard-working,
salt-of-the-Earth people.
Well, pardon me.
You know, it's tacky to arrive empty-handed.
Perhaps we should stop
and pickup a box of wine or some aerosol cheese.
Oh, Mom, you're on fire tonight.
It's the new meds.
They mix well with liquor.
Oh, this was a bad idea.
Charlie, didn't you tell him that's the gay ear?
This is some nice flatware.
I, I gave this same pattern to Charlie for his birthday.
Yeah, he gave it to me.
Next year, he wants a roasting pan.
You gave away my flatware?
To be fair, Mom, I gave it to you.
So, Berta, nice house.
When do we take the tour?
Have you been to the can yet?
Yeah.
You took it.
Oh, okay.
I wanna make a toast.
Oh, good, a reason to drink.
To Naomi and Alan.
Thank God they found each other.
'Cause, let's face it, they were both running out of options.
Hear, hear. Hang on, hang on.
Uh, I'd like to propose an addendum to the toast,
uh, a subordinate clause if you will.
Uh, while Naomi and I are enjoying each other's company,
we, uh, we are proceeding
in a very slow and cautious manner.
Except when we're having sex.
Time and place, Naomi.
Time and place.
Yeah, well, I wish you'd spend a little more time
and aim for the right place.
Oh, God, just kill me now.
Jake?
Headphones? Thataboy.
Excuse me, uh...
I'd like to say a few words
before we fold up the dining room table
and commence the square dancing.
Alan, you're my son and I love you.
But you and I are through.
What?
I just can't bear it anymore.
I have to cut you loose.
Is that all it takes?
Hey, Berta, you got any other daughters?
(knocking)
HECTOR: Naomi? Are you in there?!
Hector?
Go away! Nobody's home!
Mom!
If that loser steps one foot inside this house,
I'm gettin' out my nail gun.
Oh, wonderful, we're gonna be on an episode of Cops.
What are you doing here?
I've come to see my daughter.
Is that her? What do you care?
You ran off. No, I didn't run off, mija.
I couldn't get back across the border.
They're crackin' down 'cause of these damn Arabs.
Why didn't you call me?
I did call.
Didn't your mother give you my messages?
Whoops.
Oh, Hector, I've missed you so much.
I missed you too.
Alan.
Yeah?
Your relationship has run its natural course.
She doesn't hate me yet. She, she's just like...
A toast to Hector and Naomi.
May their love last forever.
Salud. Hear, hear.
What's with your ear?
I'm gay.
Berta?
Don't bother me, Charlie.
I had a hard night.
If you're so tired, why don't you just stay home?
Are you kidding?
Hector invited his entire family over to see the baby.
It's like the Alamo over there.
Well, for the record,
I didn't get any sleep either.
Halfway home Alan's ear blew up
and we had to take him to the emergency room.
Is he okay?
Yeah, they were able to save the lobe,
but I don't think anyone's gonna call it
the gay ear anymore.
Huh.
Well, sweet dreams.
You too.