I was forced to use my hands to defend a lady's honor.
So I don't have to go back to jail?
You won't even see the inside of a courtroom.
You know, we're having a nature ride
and barbecue for the kids
this Saturday. You should come.
That sounds wonderful, doesn't it, Charlie?
You let her go without you?
Why the hell would I want to go?
Maybe you didn't notice the way
my lawyer was looking at your fiancée.
What are you talking about?
Or the way she was looking back at him.
Charlie, that guy is everything you're not.
* Men. *
Where the hell is she, Alan?
Calm down; don't work yourself into a tizzy.
A tizzy?
I don't have tizzies.
Women have tizzies. You have tizzies.
Me, I am outraged, I am furious, I am, I am...
Miffed?
Do not complete my sentences
if you don't grasp the concept.
Sorry.
She should've been home hours ago.
I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation.
Oh, really? And what would that be?
Okay, well, after the barbecue ended,
Chelsea stayed behind to help clean up.
And then she and Brad got to talking
about all the things they have in common.
You know, their love of horses, children...
Probably just lost track of time.
Because, you know, he's so easy to talk to.
Not to mention how...
good-looking he is.
Or she got diarrhea.
Oh, maybe she called.
Oh, look, there's two messages.
WOMAN: Hi. I'm calling for Alan Harper.
This is Jenny from Malibu Day Spa.
I just wanted to confirm your Saturday appointment
for a bikini wax.
Bikini wax?!
Uh, I wear a European-cut bathing suit.
I like to keep it tidy down there.
Anyway, I'm sure the next one is Chelsea.
Hi, Mr. Harper. This is Jenny again.
Just a reminder-- we can no longer accept
a personal check from you...
I should've just gone with her to that stupid charity thing.
True. If you'd made a little effort,
you wouldn't be in this situation.
But I bet she knew I wouldn't go
when she asked me.
In fact, I bet she was counting on me not going,
so she could be alone with this Brad guy.
Do you really think Chelsea would do something like that?
Why not? That's what I'd do.
I mean, hypothetically.
If I were ever in that situation.
Again.
Right.
The point is, I've been honest through this whole thing.
She's the one who's been deceitful.
She's nothing but a manipulative,
calculating, two-faced...
Hey, honey.
(sweetly): Oh, hi, baby.
How was the party?
It was great.
There was, like, 80 kids taking turns riding a horse
for the first time in their lives.
So, what, there was just one horse?
No.
Good, 'cause that would've been
a tough day for the horse.
Sorry I'm late, but after we got the kids back on the busses,
a bunch of us hung out to chat and help clean up.
Yeah, yeah, that's what I figured.
Anyway, I'm beat.
I just want to jump in the shower and go to bed.
Okay, I'll be right up.
Night, Alan. Night.
Glad you had a good time.
Well done.
You sublimated your anger and came from a place of love.
You took the high road.
Really?
Is that what you call it?
'Cause I call it a complete and total betrayal
of my testicles.
If you'd done it as much as I had,
you'd call it the high road.
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
* Men. *
Hey, Chels?
So, when you say a bunch of you stayed to clean up,
how many are you talking about?
I don't know; a couple.
Uh-huh.
You know, technically, a couple is two.
So are you saying there were two people
in addition to you and Brad or just you and Brad?
What are you getting at?
Nothing. Just trying to get an accurate head count.
You could've come with me, you know.
I know.
It'd be nice for us
to do some things together once in a while.
We do plenty of things together.
Besides sex.
Oh...
When Brad's wife was alive, they played tennis every day.
Probably what killed her.
She was hit by a car.
Maybe she was chasing a tennis ball.
You know, like a dog.
You throw it, they run after it,
even if there's traffic...
Goofy dogs.
* Men. *
(crowd cheering)
What the hell is that?
Two guys in a cage beating the snot out of each other.
I can't believe I wasted so many years watching cartoons.
Turn it down.
Aye, aye, Captain Douche.
What did you say?
Aye, aye, Captain. I'll do that.
Why are you on the couch? You and Chelsea have a fight?
No, we didn't have a fight.
Were you farting in your sleep?
No.
Did you screw up the sex?
What the hell are you talking about?
You know, there's more than one way to satisfy a woman.
Oh, really? Like what?
I'm not sure.
But I have some theories.
Get out!
Fine.
We wouldn't have these problems if you just put a TV in my room.
We wouldn't have these problems
if I just put a python in your room.
Touché, douché.
What?
I said touché, douché.
BERTA: * I really can't stay
(in deep voice): * Baby, it's cold outside
(normal voice): * I've got to go away
(deep voice): * Baby, it's cold outside...
You mind? I'm trying to sleep.
Hey, I didn't see you there.
What'd you do?
I don't want to talk about it.
Fine. I'm not one to pry.
Money?
No.
Old girlfriend?
No.
She find those Polaroids?
No.
How did you know about the Polaroids?
You just told me, you dirtbag.
So, what did you do,
try to sneak in at 2:00 a.m.
smellin' of booze and pole dancer?
For your information, Chelsea's the one who came home late.
And she was smelling of horse.
Oh, good Lord, Charlie, you can't compete with a horse.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Seriously.
I've seen your tallywacker,
and you're blessed, but you ain't no Seabiscuit.
When have you seen my... tallywacker?
I don't know, maybe the nine or ten times I found you passed out
in your bathtub, holding onto it like it was a flotation device.
Sorry about that.
Don't be.
Mmm, boy!
Breakfast,
the most important meal of the day.
Three scrambled egg whites,
two slices of "I can't believe it's not buttered" rye toast
and to flush it through me,
a piping hot cup of freshly ground coffee.
(coffee grinder whirring)
Shut that thing off!
(whirring resumes)
(crashing)
So... decaf?
Don't push me.
I'm not in the mood.
Did you sleep on the couch last night?
What's it to ya?
Oh, Charlie, what'd you do?
Nothing. Nothing?
I may have compared Brad's recently deceased wife
to a ball-chasing dog.
Whose balls?
Tennis balls.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
All right, look-- while this is admittedly a bump in the road,
you do have an opportunity here
to really improve your relationship with Chelsea.
How do you figure?
Well, think about it--
the reason you're threatened by Brad
is because he's a much better man than you.
No, he's not.
I would never come on to another guy's fiancée.
Okay, first of all, we don't know
that he's come on to Chelsea.
And secondly, I've seen you hit on a bride
while she was walking down the aisle.
That was a joke.
I asked her what she was doing later. Everybody laughed.
My point is, if Chelsea is looking around for a better guy,
why not make that guy you?
Because I'm not a better guy than me.
Not yet.
But you do have something going for you that Brad doesn't.
What's that?
Room to improve.
Lots and lots of room to improve.
Thanks. You've filled me with optimism.
And keep in mind, you're the underdog here,
and everybody loves an underdog.
Then how come nobody loves you?
The principle is still sound.
Just go up there and tell Chelsea you know
that you're a flawed human being,
but that you will spend the rest of your life trying to be better
because she deserves the best.
So, lie.
You don't have to lie.
Don't you think you're a flawed human being?
Of course I do. But I know me.
I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life doing anything,
let alone try to be a better human being.
Oh, come on, Charlie.
Look at every New Year's resolution I've ever made.
I've got the best of intentions, but by January third or fourth,
there I am broke, hung over, and coughing up stripper glitter.
Okay, lie.
* Men. *
Hey Chels... I brought you some orange juice.
Thank you.
Is there any coffee?
No, no, my stupid brother broke the grinder.
There's vodka in this orange juice.
Whoopsie, that's mine.
It's 8:00 in the morning.
Hence the orange juice.
So, listen, I wanted to apologize again
about my unfortunate remarks last night.
And tell you I love you and I'll spend the rest of my life
trying to be a better man because you deserve the best.
Well, I appreciate you saying that.
So... we're good?
Yeah.
Great.
So what do you want to do today?
Your choice-- whatever makes you happy. Really?
I'll go anywhere, I'll do anything.
Of course, you'll have to drive.
Well, I was thinking of going to Beverly Hills
for this charity blood drive.
Great.
We'll give blood together.
than tapping a vein for a good cause.
Terrific. Brad will be happy to see us.
Brad?
It's his charity.
He's got another charity?
What the hell's this guy's problem?
It's not a problem, Charlie.
He's a very caring and compassionate man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's a freakin' saint.
And you were already planning on seeing him again.
Well, yeah. He told me
about the blood drive last night.
Right, right, while you were "cleaning up."
What's "this"?
Oh, I think you know what "this" is.
Just go to hell!
Hey, hey-hey,
I'm not the one sneakin' around seeing somebody
behind my fiancé's back!
I am not sneaking around!
I asked you to go with me!
Figuring that I wouldn't.
Very sneaky!
Drop dead!
(grinder whirrs, revving up)
Fixed it.
* Men. *
So...
when are you gonna call Chelsea and tell her you're sorry?
Okay, first of all, I have nothing to be sorry about.
And second, I am not gonna discuss my personal life
with someone whose current girlfriend is a gym sock.
Wow, no wonder she left.
You just lash out for no reason.
EVELYN: Hello?
Out here!
That's my reason.
Boo-hoo. When you gonna stop
blaming your problems on your mommy?
Hey, boys.
Charlie, where's your bride-to-be?
We were gonna finalize the guest list.
She's not here.
She told him to go to hell.
Will you please shut up?
Oh, Charles, what did you do?
I didn't do anything!
He slept on the couch last night.
Nobody's talking to you!
And this is what we've been living with.
Stop heating your socks in the microwave, you little freak!
Charlie, please don't let this girl get away.
Don't worry, I won't.
Good, 'cause she's one in a million
and you're a dime a dozen.
Yeah, but I'm the underdog, and everybody loves the underdog.
Oh, God, now you sound like your brother.
How do you plan on getting her back?
I'm gonna become a better man.
Great, so no plan at all.
* Men. *
REPORTER: ...like Santee, California,
maybe Long Beach, California, could actually top out around 90
before it's all said and done.
What's the forecast?
(slurring): High tonight, low tomorrow.
A hundred-percent chance of hangover.
Heard from Chelsea?
She's staying with her father for a few days.
At least that's what she e-mailed me.
You don't think she could be with...
Go ahead, say it.
Braa-ad!
You know what?
If she is, fine.
Good riddance.
I was never meant to be tied down to one woman, anyway.
Well, you are by nature a free spirit.
(sobbing): I miss her, Alan!
I can't live without her!
And you don't have to.
Remember our talk?
Becoming a better man?
Screw it!
I'm as good as I'm ever gonna be!
If she doesn't like it, the hell with her!
That is true. In a healthy relationship,
your partner needs to accept you for who you are.
(sobbing): Oh, she deserves better than me, Alan!
She's such a wonderful gal!
I know, I know.
She's-she's like an angel!
She... She sure is.
Then why is she running off with Braa-ad?
We don't know that she's running off with anyone.
This is not angel behavior, Alan.
You know what kind of behavior this is?
Charlie behavior.
(wailing): I took an angel and I turned her into me!
* Men. *
Charlie...?
I can't sleep in my bed.
It smells like Chelsea.
O-Okay. Well...
why don't you stay here
and I'll go sleep in your room.
No, no, no, don't go.
I don't wanna be alone.
All right.
You're wearing pajama bottoms, right?
Shh...
Exactly how drunk are you?
Both questions...
asked and answered.
* Men. *
(phone rings)
(curtly): What?
Oh, hi, Chelsea.
No... no, he's up.
Or not.
Hang on. I'll find him.
Charlie?
Found him. Hold on.
Hey, Charlie?
What?
You got a phone call.
I'll call back.
It's your fiancée.
(brightly): Oh, hey, baby.
No, no, I've been up for a while.
So how are ya?
Uh-huh.
What's going on?
Man, you'll do anything
not to kick in a little rent, won't ya?
Are you coming home?
I really miss you.
Uh, sure, I can meet you for coffee, no problem.
Half hour?
No problem. See ya.
(groans)
Problem?
What the hell are you doing here?
* Men. *
Hi, sweetie.
Sorry I'm late.
I got you some coffee.
Thank you.
(gulping)
Isn't that awfully hot?
Scalding!
(raspy cough)
Whew...
So, what's new?
We need to talk about Brad.
No, no, we don't.
I'm sorry.
I trust you, and I was totally and completely wrong
to think there might be something going on
between you two.
Thank you for that.
You're welcome.
Okay, let's go home.
Hold on. I do have a confession to make.
Oh, this is never good.
The reason I got so upset
by the things you said was because,
well, you kind of touched a nerve.
Yeah, I do that. I'm a nerve toucher.
Runs in the family.
Okay, well, confession's over.
And you forgive me, I forgive you.
Let's go home.
I'm not done.
Aw, crap.
The thing is, I was kind of attracted to Brad.
He's a great guy and we have a lot in common.
He loves his family and he really cares
about his friends and his community.
I'm taking from your tone that stuff's important to you.
Yes, Charlie, it's important to me.
Okay.
Did you and Brad do anything other than talk?
Of course not.
Nothing's happened.
Oh, thank God.
But while I do love you,
I need to know you care as much as I do.
I do.
You say that,
but are you willing
to really work on our relationship?
Of course I am.
We can start doing things together; community things.
You know, with the-the-the... the kids that are poor
and the old people that fall and can't get up.
What about your family?
I'll get a new family.
Look, I'm telling you, I can change.
(gagging): I can be a better man; the man you want me to be.
(gagging intensifies): And I promise you...
Excuse me.
(vomits)
Oh, my God!
I am so, so sorry.
You threw up on my baby!
(baby crying)
Anyway, to be fair, I don't think the carrots were mine.
Get away from him, you pig!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Cute kid.
(baby crying)
Chels?
(sighs)
Damn.
* Men. *
I just got a call from Chelsea.
Oh, yeah?
She said she wants to postpone the wedding.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Believe it or not, I do love you,
and I hate to see you hurt.
Yeah, well... I guess I kinda had it coming.
But you tried.
I did.
I just have one question.
What's that?
Did you really vomit on a baby?
Don't beat yourself up too much.
We've all done that.
You're kidding.
Of course...most of us do it on our own babies.