Look at him.
He can type 80 words a minute with his thumb,
but he can't pee without hitting the shower curtain.
Fortunately, typing is a job skill and peeing is not.
Oh, dude, WTH?
Oh, geez.
What?
That woman over there. We used to go out.
Did it not end well?
It went fine for me.
Although, in retrospect,
I guess I could have handled our parting
with a little more tact and sensitivity
and a little less, you know, banging her best friend.
Oh, God!
Hey, hey, her friend was a double-jointed sex freak
with daddy issues-- what was I supposed to do?
You're right. Your hands were tied.
That, too.
So, how long ago was this?
Her or the friend? 'Cause there was a brief overlap.
Let's go with her.
I don't know. Eight, nine years.
So maybe she's over it.
Or maybe not.
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* Men, men, men, men, manly men * * Ooh * Ooh
* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh... *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ooh * Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
You count to ten, then scream like a girl
and start giving Jake the Heimlich maneuver.
Don't be ridiculous.
Charlie?
Hi.
Okay, but if she reaches into her purse,
I'm using numbnuts as a human shield.
Hey, Chrissy. Long time.
I know.
Yep, long,
long time. Yeah.
Time is a great healer, isn't it?
Of some things.
Hey, congratulations on your new career.
Thank you.
It's hard to believe Charlie Harper
is a children's singing star.
Well, you know how much I love kid...
Yep, a long, long time.
Looks like your little guy enjoys music.
Oh, yeah, he loves it.
He's actually quite the piano player, too.
Piano? You hear that, Charlie?
The young man plays piano just like you.
Lots of kids play piano.
So, you still living in Westwood?
Yeah. Still there.
We just drove down to spend the day at the beach.
Oh, sure. The beach.
Nice place to visit,
but you wouldn't want to live there.
Actually, I do live there; it's not that bad.
Right. Well, we should get going.
It was nice seeing you.
Nice to see you, too. Come on, Chuck.
"Chuck."
I heard it.
Lots of kids named Chuck.
It's a nickname for Charles, isn't it?
So are Chaz, Chad, Chick and Charlie. What's your point?
No point. It's just that you haven't seen that woman
in nine years, and little Chuck is, uh...
Well, how old do you suppose little Chuck is?
What difference does it make?
Well, I'd say little Chuck is, uh...
seven or eight years old,
give or take nine months.
What are you implying? 'Cause I don't know
what you're talking about. You don't?
Okay, I choose not to.
JAKE: Oh, crap!
Dad, quick, we gotta go home!
Why, what's wrong? My battery died.
Oh, no, wait.
I just turned it off by accident.
This wouldn't happen if I had a smartphone.
Do I even need to say it?
So is it just me
or did that kid kind of look like Uncle Charlie?
* Men.
Hey. Hey.
* And the cat's in the cradle *
* And the silver spoon
* Little boy blue and the man on the moon *
Shut up, Alan.
* When you coming home, Dad? *
* I don't know when...
It's not funny.
Well, maybe not funny ha-ha,
but certainly funny hee-hee.
That boy was nothing like me.
Well, he didn't have ear hair and whiskey breath,
but I'm guessing he'll grow into that.
What's going on?
Well, it would appear that the ol' spermonator here...
...has fathered a child.
I did not.
How can you be so sure?
'Cause I never play in the rain
without a slicker and galoshes.
I'm confused.
Where do the galoshes go?
It's just a figure of speech.
Everything that needs to be covered is covered
when, you know, covering is appropriate.
I didn't ask for your life story.
I was just confused about the galoshes.
You know, Charlie,
even condoms are only 98% effective.
That's not true.
The hell it isn't.
Haven't you ever read the package?
Who reads the package?
It's not like a cereal box.
You don't read it while you're eating.
Yikes.
Come on, Charlie, do the math.
You haven't seen the woman in nine years
and she's got an eight-year-old.
So what?
You showed up at my door with a ten-year-old
and I hadn't seen you in 11 years.
Does that mean taterhead is our love child?
All right, fine, stay in denial.
There's no way little Chuck is your son.
"Chuck"?
Hey, hey, lots of kids are named Chuck,
play the piano and look disturbingly like me.
He's right.
In fact, I'm surprised
we're not up to our asses in 'em.
* Men.
Hey, Russell? I'm busy.
I've got a question about these condoms.
I told you, Charlie,
I'm giving you the best bulk rate I can.
I know, but that's not what I was...
There's just no way I can compete with the big chain stores.
I understand.
So I make it up in personal service.
I'm sure you do. I mean, I'm not going
to unroll the damn things and put 'em on for you,
but short of that, I've got your back.
And I appreciate it.
But that's not what I was asking about.
Charlie, times are tough.
People don't get their drugs from their friendly
neighborhood pharmacist anymore.
They go on the Internet.
I know.
Sure, trust your mailman
with your heart medicine and stool softeners.
Russell, have you been hittin' the free samples again?
What are you, a cop?
No, I'm just a little concerned about you.
Well, if you're so concerned, help me out a little bit.
Why don't you buy some reading glasses
or a neck brace once in a while.
Sure, whatever.
A bag of Skittles for God's sake.
You know, 'cause my margin on condoms is bubkes.
Yeah, well, speaking of condoms,
I just want to know if somebody could get pregnant
even if you were wearing a condom.
Have you been talking to the Wetzel's Pretzels lady?
Because I just gave her a ride home, that's it.
No, no, no, no, I mean in general.
What are the odds that a condom wouldn't work?
Well, there are a number of things to factor in.
Oh, cough syrup?
I don't have a cough.
Neither do I.
Anyway, condoms.
Whenever you're dealing with a manufactured product,
there's always going to be flaws in the process.
Yeah, but aren't they supposed to be tested before they go out?
Or in?
Well, sure, but they don't test every one.
They don't?
Masturbating's looking
better and better, huh?
Okay, okay, so bottom line, what you're saying is
even if I'm wearing a condom,
there's a chance I could get someone pregnant?
Did you miss eighth grade health class, Charlie?
Oh, come on, who went to health class?
Well, amongst others,
a certain self-medicating pharmacist
who pays alimony to three different women,
but not one penny in child support.
All right, all right, for future reference,
what about lambskin? Are they more effective?
Well, um, less so than your latex product.
Now I had to stop wearing them myself because something
about the smell made my cat go berserk.
It kind of a cute story.
I don't... I don't want to hear it.
Not a cat person, huh?
I'm not either anymore.
All right, well, thanks, Russell. I'll see ya.
Th-Th-That's it?
You're not going to buy anything?
We've got Wiffle ball bats.
Maybe your little bastard would like a Wiffle ball bat.
Childproof.
* Men.
Hey. Hey.
You all right?
No, I am not.
What's going on?
Alan, I have always conducted my sex life
according to three simple principles.
One: if at all possible, ladies first.
Two: it's easier to be forgiven than ask permission.
And third, and most important:
the ten seconds it takes to put on a condom
beats the hell out of the ten years
you have to pretend to like soccer.
Except when they don't work.
Stupid tiny disclaimer on the side of the box.
They should put it in big letters
right on the reservoir tip.
"Do you feel lucky, dumb ass?"
Yeah, that'd do it.
So, what's your next move?
Well, you'd think if Chrissy had my child
and decided not to tell me, I'd just send her a little card.
You know, "Thanks for being a good sport" or something.
I'm not sure Hallmark has a deadbeat dad section.
It doesn't matter.
For some reason, I want to know the truth.
If I have a kid, I need to know about it.
Of course you do.
Being a father is the greatest joy there is.
Hey, Dad, where's the plunger?
Uh, laundry room.
Thanks, I over-wiped.
No such thing, my son.
Where was I?
The joys of fatherhood.
Right.
What? There was a time when he didn't wipe at all.
Hey, I'm gonna need a mop, too.
Excuse me.
Father/son moment.
* People, let me tell you about my best friend *
* He's a warmhearted person
* Who'd love me till the end
* People, let me tell you about my best friend *
* He's one boy cuddly toy
* My up, my down, my pride and joy *
* People, let me tell you about him, he's so much fun *
* Whether we're talking man-to-man *
* Or whether we're talking son-to-son *
* 'Cause he's my best friend
* Yeah, he's my best friend...
(humming)
(scatting)
(record scratching, music stops)
ALL: Daddy's home!
(excited chattering)
ALAN: Hurry! Hurry!
* Men.
Hey, Jake?
Don't worry. It's all cleaned up.
Not why I'm here.
You can hardly smell it at all anymore.
Don't kid yourself.
Although I may owe you a toilet.
I'll put it on your tab.
Now, I want to ask you a question.
Crumb cake, a frappuccino and a burrito supreme.
That's not the question.
Oh, yeah, and a tangerine.
That's what killed me.
Are you done?
I hope so, 'cause the toilet won't flush anymore.
What-What I wanted to ask you is
do you think I've been a good role model?
Are you kidding?
You drink, you gamble,
you have different women here practically every night.
You're the best role model a guy could want.
You think so?
Yeah, they should put your face on money.
Well, thanks, buddy.
I appreciate it.
Oh, hey, one more question.
How would you feel about having a cousin?
I've got a cousin.
I mean, another cousin.
What do I need another cousin for?
Forget it.
What I need is a smartphone and a new toilet.
(scoffs): Cousin.
* Men.
Charlie.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Well, I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd stop by and say hello
and bring you this.
A Wiffle ball bat.
That's for Chuck.
I got you an eyeglass repair kit
and some malted milk balls.
Thanks.
I know it's not much of a gift, but the guy
that usually sells roses at the freeway on-ramp,
well, he switched to oranges,
and I didn't know if you liked oranges.
So anyway, is Chuck my kid?
What difference does it make?
Well, it makes all the difference in the world.
How?
Well, for starters,
I'm gonna write a scathing letter
to a certain manufacturer of latex products.
But more importantly,
if I'm his dad, he should know.
He's already got a dad.
Oh, really? Yes.
We may not live together anymore
and he may not have your kind of money,
but he's a good dad,
and he loves Chuck very much.
So you're just raising him on your own?
Charlie, you don't have to worry about him.
He's gotten along just fine without you
for the last eight years and so have I.
But wait, Chrissy!
I didn't know!
Boy, you miss one health class.
* Men.
So, Jake,
how do you like high school?
I'm in eight grade.
I see.
When do you start high school?
Hard to say.
Eighth grade is really kicking my ass.
Jake, language.
Yeah, language, math,
science, history, phys ed.
I understand, dear.
I can't even find my locker.
All right, I talked to her.
You owe me five bucks.
He's a good wiper, and I love him.
Hey, Alan,
I just spoke... aw, geez.
Good to see you, too, dear.
What's going on, Mom?
Nothing.
I merely stop in to see my two sons
and my one and only grandchild.
Well, it's...
(groans)
So, Mom, you're looking good.
Did you have something snipped or tucked or sucked?
Just eyes and tush.
But nice of you to notice.
Hey, Charlie, did you ever find out if that kid is yours?
Thanks a lot, Berta.
Oh, dear, have I spoken out of turn?
Kid?
Yeah, well, it-it-it turns out
that there are flaws in every manufacturing process
and that includes your everyday latex products.
I see.
And how far along is the young lady?
Oh, about eight years.
Eight years and she's just suing you now?
She's not suing me.
She doesn't want to have anything to do with me.
Lucky you.
If I were her, I'd have owned half this house
before the pee stick dried.
Yeah, real lucky.
I got an eight-year-old son
and I'll never get to spend any time with him.
Oh, sweetheart, look, take it from me.
Spending time with one's children is greatly overrated.
Oh, come on, face facts.
Some people are meant to be parents and some people aren't.
And you have a perfect example of that
sitting right in front of you.
You certainly do.
Yeah, well, I think I'd be a great dad.
Well, easy for you to say now that you've dodged the bullet.
You're right,
talk is cheap.
Remind me to speak to him
about putting this house in my name
so it can never fall into the hands of some money-hungry,
manipulative bitch.
That isn't related to him.
* Men.
What do you want now, Charlie?
Look, I can see
why you might not think of me as father material.
And clearly you've done a great job
raising Chuck on your own.
I'd just like, if you'd let me,
to help out a little bit.
Oh.
This is more than a little bit.
Hey, eight years is a long time.
What do you want out of this?
I just want to know that he's taken care of.
And I plan on sending you a check every month.
I-I don't know what to say.
You don't have to worry about me interfering.
Although, there's a couple of things you should know
for when he gets older.
Like what?
Well, you're gonna want to lock the liquor cabinet...
But don't forget that mouthwash
can also pack a pretty good buzz.
So be on guard for suspiciously minty breath.
Oh, and if his school nurse is at all attractive,
you can expect the occasional hernia.
Thanks for the heads up.
You're welcome.
So, uh,...
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
Oh, hey.
Jeremy, your mom's here.
Hey, Mom. Hi, honey.
Hey, where'd you get that shirt?
Oh, I got it for him. I hope that's okay.
I love it.
He looks like a little ladies' man.
So, uh, is this time next week okay for you?
Actually,
I think my babysitting days are behind me.
Ciao.
* Men.
Thank you. You'll see.
It's a great feeling knowing you're...
you're taking care of your own kid.
Oh, hey, Mr. Harper.
Hey, Clive, how's it going? Great.
All right, Mrs. Melnick, that should hold you for a while.
Hey, dude. Hey, dude.
Thanks, Clive, you're the best.
Come on in, honey.
Thanks, Alan. Bye, buddy.
Who was that guy?
Oh, that's Clive, the exterminator.
He's been coming here forever.
Huh. Hey, Alan,
Mm-hmm. has it ever occurred to you...
Hey, Mr. Harper.
Hey, Craig.
Has what ever occurred to me?
Nothing.
Hey, Mr. H.
Long time no see.