I really appreciate you getting up so early
and driving me to work.
I owe you one.
You owed me one
when I didn't smother you in your crib.
Well, then, I owe you two.
My car will be out of the shop in a couple of days.
There was a terrible knock in the engine.
Like a... like a...
(imitating knocking)
I kept saying, "Come in," but nobody did.
(chuckling)
Ooh, carpool lane-- that's us.
We could... Shut up.
Right.
It's 7:00.
Where are all these damn people going?
I know, right?
I deal with that every day.
Very frustrating.
Sometimes I dream about buying a cabin in the woods
and just getting away...
I said shut up. Yes, you did.
The people going that way should just switch jobs
with the people going this way,
and everybody can leave their freaking cars in the garage.
(chuckles)
You know, that's a... that's a hell of an idea.
Right on.
Don't patronize me.
Sorry.
Wait a minute.
How are you getting back to Malibu?
Uh, I... I was, uh...
I was hoping... No.
Charlie. Take the bus.
There's no bus from Tarzana to Malibu.
Then, take a series of buses.
And don't get stuck on having to end up in Malibu.
Charlie, come on. It...
it's just for a couple of days.
That's what Mom said
when she brought you home from the hospital.
(chuckling)
Good one.
(imitating Stan Laurel): You're a very funny man, Ollie.
You certainly are.
It's Laurel and Hardy.
Boy, they used to...
they used to get in some wacky jams, huh?
(laughing)
What about, uh... uh, Abbott and Costello?
(imitating Costello): "Hey, Abbott!"
Or, uh... or, uh, Martin and Lewis?
(imitating Jerry Lewis): "Hey, lady, with the flavin' and the mavin' and the wow."
Three Stooges?
(imitating Curly) "Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck."
(laughing)
ALAN: Whoa, what... why are we stopping?
(punches landing) Ow! Ow! Ow!
"Oh, a wise guy"... ow!
Okay, I don't mind
the good-natured brotherly punching,
but you did not have to twist my nipples.
You're lucky I didn't rip them off
and feed them to you.
Um, you know, if you...
if you really have to go to the bathroom, there's, uh...
there's one right down the hallway.
What's wrong with the one in your office?
Uh, it's not really for guests.
Neither is my house.
Um, you know, I think we're out of paper towels.
I'll wipe my hands on you.
Get out of the way.
Morning, Dr. Harper.
Morning, Melissa.
Hello, Melissa.
You rat bastard.
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Good to know.
Hi, I'm Charlie, Alan's brother.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too.
Thought you had to tinkle. Go away.
So, how long you been working for my baby brother?
About six months.
Wow, he's been keeping you a secret
for six months?
Charlie, can I talk to you for a minute?
There's no reason to thank me
for the ride again, Alan.
Mi Mercedes, su Mercedes.
It's what brothers do
when one is vastly more fortunate than the other.
Seriously, we need to talk.
Excuse us.
Charlie, she is the best receptionist I have ever had.
I'm hoping to say the same.
Come on, Charlie, please do not crap where I work.
Hey, you crap where I live.
So tell me about her.
There's nothing to tell.
She's a... she's a terrific employee.
She does my scheduling, my books.
My patients love her.
She keeps the whole operation running like clockwork,
and she does it all for crappy pay and no benefits.
So you're not hitting that?
No, I'm not hitting that.
And even if I were hitting that,
I wouldn't use the phrase, "hitting that."
It's a violent image for a beautiful act.
Yeah, yeah... so the coast is clear?
No, the coast is not clear.
The coast is foggy
and strewn with dangerously pointy rocks.
Can I get either of you a cup of coffee?
Sure. No.
No for both of us.
Please leave.
All right.
Bye, Melissa.
Bye, Charlie.
Hope I see you again.
Oh, you'll see me tonight
when I come back to pick up your boss.
Oh, oh, no, Charlie, Charlie,
you don't have to make that long drive.
I'll take the bus.
I thought there were no buses.
If I have to, I'll charter one.
Why don't I just give you a ride home?
Oh, that is so sweet of you.
You got a real gem here, Alan.
Tell you what, when you get him home,
there will be a cold margarita waiting for you out on my deck.
Which overlooks the ocean.
On the beach.
In Malibu.
That sounds wonderful.
It's really not: it's chilly, damp,
and covered with pelican poop.
That's why he'll never win the Malibu slogan contest.
(laughing)
See you tonight, Melissa.
Bye, Charlie.
Have a great day, bro.
I hate you. I hate you, too.
Gee, your brother is really cute.
As a bug.
Bathroom?
Oh, let me give you the key.
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
You are a doll.
You are cute.
She's actually a doll.
I wonder if she's anatomically correct.
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(Melissa giggling loudly)
Yeah.
Who's the Smurf?
The Smurf is my receptionist.
You're letting Charlie hit that?
Okay, look, first of all, that is a very ugly phrase.
And second of all, I'm not letting him.
I mean, short of drugging him
and dumping him in the woods, what can I do? Yeah.
He is like an Alabama bloodhound once he gets a whiff.
(Melissa giggling)
Now it's just a matter
of waiting until it blows up in my face.
And after it blows up in my face,
it will then circle around and bite me in the ass.
That's me.
No face, no ass.
Well, that's what you get
when you mix work and personal.
Which is why me and Charlie
have always kept everything strictly professional.
Yeah, yeah, I've often wondered about that.
When I first started to work here,
I laid down the law: looky, no touchy.
Yipes.
All right, I'll make you another,
but you got to promise not to chug this one.
Promise!
What a fun gal.
Charlie, do you know how hard it is
to find a decent receptionist?
Well, kudos, bro, you did a great job.
Thank you, and I-I really don't want to lose her.
Why would you lose her?
Oh, gee, I don't know.
Maybe because my brother intends
to defile and discard her like a warm melon.
A warm melon?
Nothing.
Anyway, my point is
that you're gonna leave her with bad memories
that can only be erased by removing herself
from anything that reminds her of you-- like me.
Is that what you're worried about, Bunky?
Yes, that's what I'm worried about.
What did you think I was worried about?
What else would I be worried about?
Well, let's see.
Your receding hairline, your semi-literate son,
your budding man-boobs.
But that's just off the top of my head.
Charlie, please, I am begging you.
Look, I understand your concerns,
but it's not like that.
I think Melissa is terrific.
You always think they're terrific.
They're terrific before.
They're terrific during.
It's the after when the crying
and the quitting start.
Why is it always about you?
Aren't I entitled to some happiness?
You've had your share of happiness.
You've had your share of happiness,
my share, everybody's share.
You've sucked the marrow of happiness from the...
bones of...
Oh, just leave her alone, won't you?
Alan, you don't have to worry.
You're thinking about the old Charlie,
the old-hump-'em- and-dump-'em,
one-track-mind Charlie.
Oh, oh, right, uh, the old Charlie
from way back this morning.
I'm serious.
I honestly want to start building a relationship.
Really? Yeah.
Get to know someone, let her get to know me,
have something in common before we jump into bed.
Wow, I'm impressed.
That I'm growing up?
No, that you can so easily lie to my face.
You'll see.
It's gonna be different with Melissa.
I'm gonna take my time, form a friendship,
bond emotionally, and then and only then,
take it to the next level.
(box springs squeaking)
MELISSA: Oh, Charlie!
You schmuck.
* Men.
Morning, Dr. Harper.
Morning.
I like
your jammies.
Thank you, I, uh, I like your...
thank you.
Guess you're kind of surprised to see me, huh?
Yeah, shocked.
Well, I hope you know
it is not the kind of thing I usually do--
you know, hop into bed with a fella zippity-quick.
It's really none of my business.
Well, I don't.
But Charlie is so sweet and special.
Yep, he's a treasure.
Yeah, and this works out well for you.
Really? Uh, how do you figure?
Since your car is still in the shop,
we can carpool to and from work.
I see.
So, so you'll be coming back?
Oh, yeah.
Charlie asked me to stay the weekend.
No kidding. Yeppers.
We really made a connection...
and it is not just physical.
Although the physical part is amazing.
Again, none of my business.
It is like I have known him all my life.
I know the feeling.
You get over it.
Hey, baby.
Hey yourself.
Mmm.
Do I smell toast?
You do.
Would you like a slice?
I can put butter and jelly on it.
Oh, déjà vu. (yelps)
Stop it. You're terrible.
Whoo!
(giggles, clears throat)
Sorry, Dr. Harper.
That's okay. I wasn't even listening.
I'm going to take a shower.
Hit the road in about 20 minutes?
I thought you were going to call in sick.
Shush.
He's kidding.
It's okay. 20 minutes is fine.
Great.
(sighs)
Alan, you know me as a cynical man,
but in just one night
that little pixie has melted this cold, lonely heart.
You don't say.
You may not believe me,
but there is something going on here,
and I really want to thank you for bringing her into my life.
I may not believe you?
You know what?
Fine. Think what you want.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go play
"Paul Bunyan takes a shower in Tiny Town."
* Men.
Sorry we're running late.
That's all right.
Shower lasted a bit longer than I planned.
Yeah, well, uh, that happens.
I got to tell you, I am just crazy about your brother.
Swell.
Hope it works out.
How is a guy like that still single?
Well, he's always been a bit of a butterfly, you know,
fluttering through life, hard to pin down.
And being a fall-down drunk is kind of a speed bump
for some of the ladies.
(laughing): You're such a jokester, Dr. Harper.
(chuckles)
Either that or put a gun in my mouth.
Oh, listen, on the way home tonight,
we have to swing by my apartment
so I can get some clothes for the weekend.
Mm-hmm.
And I'm gonna need a little extra time for lunch today.
I want to buy some sexy lingerie... for you know.
I do.
Can I pick you up anything?
Yeah, yeah, um, ear plugs would be nice,
um, and that gun I mentioned.
Nothing special.
I'm only going to use it just the once.
(giggling)
Oh.
* Men.
(doorbell rings)
Hi, Jake.
Hey, got to hit the crapper.
You must be Judith.
I'm sorry. Do I know you?
I'm Melissa, Dr. Harper's receptionist.
We talk on the phone all the time.
Oh, right, Melissa.
It's so nice to finally meet you.
Alan!
Oh, oh, hey, hey, hi, uh, hi, Judith, this is Melissa.
Melissa, Judith.
It's not what it looks like.
Charlie's doing her, not me.
And, uh, where is Charlie anyway?
Taking a nap.
He says I drain him.
Isn't that adorable?
Adorable, disturbing, whatever.
Uh, thanks, I've got this.
Your brother and your receptionist? (sighs)
What do you want from me? Th-The Volvo's in the shop,
he twisted my nipples and peed in my office.
What?
I'm not thrilled about this either,
but what can I do?
You could think about the effect
these shenanigans have on your adolescent son.
Okay, you know what, Judith?
I have enough problems.
If you're not comfortable leaving Jake here
for the weekend, then take him home.
Nice try, Alan.
* Men.
You think Uncle Charlie and Melissa
are coming down for lunch?
I doubt it.
Can I have their chicken?
Knock yourself out.
You know how you always say I can ask you anything?
Yeah?
Is them being together weird for you?
No, no.
Well, you're a better man than I.
How so?
Well, you remember when Uncle Charlie
was hittin' my fifth grade teacher? Okay...
can we please stop calling it "hittin'"?
Well, I got another word,
but I don't think you're going to like it.
Fine, fine, then I, uh, I do remember
when he was... hitting your fifth grade teacher.
That kind of bugged me.
Well, I'm, I'm sorry.
I mean, don't you think there should be boundaries?
I do think that.
But I thought you said it's not weird
that he's hittin' your receptionist.
Ah, uh, w... uh, well, pal, um,
the thing is, um, Daddy lied.
Oh, then it is weird for you?
Yes, yes, it is weird for me.
Are you jealous? Uh, no, no.
'Cause I was a little bit jealous about Miss Pasternak.
She had a rockin' bod.
Eat your chicken.
* Men.
Melissa?
We, uh, need to get a move on.
A lot of traffic what with the rain and all.
CHARLIE: We need a minute, Alan.
Oh, God.
What can they do in a minute that they didn't do all weekend?
MELISSA: You are just a selfish son of a bitch
and you can go right to hell!
(sobbing)
Sorry, Dr. Harper.
I'll be in the car.
Well...
that could have gone better.
I knew it.
I thought it might take longer than 48 hours, but I knew it.
Hey, hey, hey.
A little sensitivity would be appreciated.
I'm hurting here.
I'm sure a lot of that is friction burn.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where does that come from?
(scoffing): Where does it come from?
It comes from a long history
of you using my life as a specimen cup.
Excuse me, but you're still talking about the old Charlie.
This Charlie was hoping to have a relationship
of substance and depth.
By locking a stranger in your room and hittin' it
for two days straight?
Okay, mea culpa.
Change is hard.
And now that I'm hearing it, I agree with you.
"Hittin' it" is an ugly term.
Don't change the subject.
What happened? Nothing.
(gargles, spits)
I just said to her that maybe we should slow things down,
see other people.
Wait, y-y-you said this after the two days?
How could I know beforehand?
I thought you'd be happy.
You didn't want me to go out with her in the first place.
Yes, but it's no longer the first place.
It's the last place.
What can I tell you, Alan?
I made a mistake.
I rushed to love.
No, no, your mistake was
you rushed to love my receptionist,
the woman who I depend upon to run my business.
Oh, she's a good kid.
She'll get over it.
(horn honking repeatedly)
You hear that? You hear that?
Does that sound like a woman who's getting over it?
Well, Alan, the wounds are fresh.
You're going to need to be patient.
Why should I have to be patient?
Well, you have to work with her.
(horn honking)
And it sounds like you'd better get going.
Sure you don't want to come back to my office
and hump my fax machine?
Wow.
You still have a fax machine?
You're despicable.
Alan, wait.
What? Let me make it up to you.
How could you possibly make it up to me?
Well, I'm guessing she won't be inclined
to bring you back here tonight.
So why don't you take a cab and I'll pay for it?
Thanks.
That makes up for everything.
I'm talking cab, not Town Car.
(sighing): Oh, man.
Break-ups are so hard.
Ow.
Huh.
I do have a little friction burn.
* Men.
That miserable son of a bitch.
Might want to extend your brake zone on the wet roads.
I'm so stupid. No, no, no, no, you are not stupid.
You're, you're a dear, sweet, remarkably bright...
Truck, truck-- watch out for the truck.
Watch out for the truck.
(shrieking)
I want a raise. Sure, sure.
And health insurance. That's a given.
I-I can't believe you don't have it already.
And a paid vacation.
Well, now, hang on a second. There's only so mu...
(shrieking): Two weeks, two weeks, two weeks!
* Men.