If you've got bugs
If you've got ants
If you've got bugs and flies and slugs and things that crawl
We're here!
-Mom, come see my room! -I'll be right there, honey!
-Hey, Uncle Charlie. -Hi, shorty!
Hello, Charlie.
Hi, Judith. What're you doing here?
If you must know, I'm here to help Jake set up his room,
so he feels like nothing's changed.
Really? You don't think he'll notice his dad's living here
and his mom's dating chicks?
Could you say that a little louder? Jake might not have heard you.
Just for the record, I'm not dating anyone,
and I threw your brother out 'cause he was sucking the life out of me.
Could you say that a little louder?
Uncle Charlie hasn't met Porky yet!
I don't suppose that's a Rubenesque 19-year-old girl.
Porky's his pet guinea pig.
You're bringing vermin into my house?
Uncle Charlie, check him out! Isn't he awesome?
Yeah.
See those little black things? That's his poop.
Awesome.
I don't want him in the water this weekend. He might have an ear infection.
Oh, Mom.
No, it's okay, pal. We can go to Disneyland.
We'll have a great weekend.
We can play miniature golf, go bowling, bike riding, whatever you want.
Alan, relax, you're starting to sound like a tampon commercial.
Jake, why don't you go put Porky in your room?
Okay.
Alan, I'm very concerned. He's just a child. I don't know if he can deal with this.
Give your son some credit. He's an incredible kid.
I was talking about you.
-That's fair. -Yeah.
Charlie? That strange lady from down the beach is back.
Yeah, she's here to baby-sit.
Come again?
I thought we'd go out and have a drink.
You want me to leave my son with the whack job who's been stalking you
since your one night stand?
You try and find a baby-sitter on a Friday night.
It's okay, Alan. Charlie and I talked and I understand
that we're just friends, and that it is not okay for me
to sneak into his house and lick all his silverware.
As reassuring as that sounds, we can't go out tonight.
We're getting up early to go to Disneyland.
We?
Yeah. I thought that maybe you'd want to come with us.
Alan, I'm not thrilled about having one small rodent in my house.
Why would I drive fifty miles to see their kingdom?
I'll go!
Maybe some other time, Rose. It turns out we're not gonna need a babysitter tonight.
No problem. I'm gonna take this seat cushion, okay?
Knock yourself out.
Why does she want your seat cushion?
I don't know why she brought it, I don't know why she's taking it.
Okay, then, I'll see you later.
Wait, you're still going out?
Yeah. Why?
I thought you wanted us to spend some time together.
Here?
Okay.
What're you thinking? 10, 15 minutes?
-Go. -Thanks.
Good morning, Uncle Charlie.
Morning, Porky.
Did you have sweet dreams?
Jake, rule number one. Uncle Charlie does not like
to start his day with a squealing creature in his face.
Sorry. Grandma's here. She wants you to come down.
Okay, you're not listening.
Rule number one...
This is a list of the top divorce attorneys in Los Angeles.
I've made appointments for you with each of them.
I don't need to meet any attorneys. I'm not getting a divorce.
I'm sure you don't think so.
The point is, if you consult with all
the good lawyers, it's a conflict of interest for them to represent Judith.
She'll be stuck with some ambulance- chasing clown from Van Nuys
who will fold like an origami swan.
I don't want this to be...
Mommy busted her hump on this, Alan.
Thank you?
Morning.
Is that all you have to say for yourself?
You haven't returned any of my calls this week.
It's all I can do to not imagine you lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
Right back at ya, Mom.
What did you want to talk about?
Too late. I'm not speaking to you.
-All right. -Would you like to know why?
No, I trust your judgment.
Because when your brother's marriage ended,
yes, I know, Alan, blah, blah, blah,
and he chose to move in here, your coldness towards your mother
became more than just the behavior of an ungrateful son.
It's now an obstacle to my spending quality time with my beloved grandchild.
Are you coming to Disneyland with us, Grandma?
Darling, Grandma doesn't do Anaheim.
We'd better hit the road. Try to beat the traffic. Thanks for dropping by, Mom.
Let's go, Jake. I'll race you to the car.
-Bye, Grandma. Bye, Uncle Charlie. -Bye.
Wait for me, I'm going!
Come on, boy. Heel. Stay. Now, stay.
Who's a good dog? Oh, yeah!
Hey, Jake, you want to take him?
Whatever. Come on, leash.
Get ready for bed. I'll be right in to tuck you in.
Happiest place on earth, my snow white ass.
I had a good time.
Oh, really? Which part did you like best?
The equatorial heat, the endless lines, or the large German woman that
threw up on me in the Teacup?
Maybe things could have gone smoother, but tomorrow's gonna make up for it.
Alan, you could get us all laid tomorrow, it's not gonna make up for it.
Hey, sleepy head. You're just in time. Your pancakes are almost ready.
I'm not hungry.
Not hungry? Come on, you've gotta fuel up that engine.
-We've got a big day planned. -My ear hurts.
Oh, no.
Let me feel. Yeah, you're a little warm.
Probably another ear infection.
Okay, new plan.
We'll get you on the antibiotics, we'll watch a little TV,
play some video games. We'll have a great day.
I want to go home.
You are home.
I know, but the real one, with Mom.
Okay, I understand that. You know, when a guy's feeling sick,
he needs his mom. Right, Charlie?
Well,
I may not be the one to ask.
Okay, I'll, call your mom and, tell her we're on our way.
All right, it's just you and me now. Are you really sick, or are you just
fakin' it to get out of another fun-filled afternoon?
I'm really sick.
Just checking. Because I was gonna fake it.
If your home is bug infested filled with spiders, flies or gnats
All our sprays are safety tested we kill vermin, not your cats
Hey. How's the jingle coming?
The lyrics are fine, the music needs a little work.
How's Jake?
He'll be okay. I stayed over at the house a little while.
We watched some movies, I made us some soup and a couple of
sandwiches, and Judith suggested I take mine to go.
Suggested?
She started my car and threw my sandwich in the back seat.
That's rough.
Listen, I'm afraid I got some more bad news for you.
No, gosh, I forgot to bring Porky back.
See, that's the thing. Nothing's bringing Porky back.
What? Porky's dead?
"Buh-dee, buh-dee, buh-dee, that's all folks! "
Oh, God.
It's okay. We can get Jake another guinea pig.
Jake will be fine. This is his fourth Porky in three years.
He goes through them faster than shoes.
No, this is about my life.
Everything is going to hell.
Okay, well, don't cry. We can still be friends.
What?
I'm sorry. It's the only thing I know to say when someone cries around here.
I am so sorry, Porky.
You just kept running around in your little cage,
trying to make everybody happy. And what do you get?
You get dead.
You do know the pig can't hear you, right?
Don't you get it? I am the pig!
Okay. I'm just asking, because your reaction doesn't seem very healthy to me.
And what do you think would be healthy, Charlie?
I don't know. Why don't we toss Porky in the ocean and go get bombed?
How could you?
Okay.
Toss him in the ocean. Very clever.
Who knew pelicans eat guinea pigs?
What's happening?
Sunday's Tequila Night at Pavlov's.
Every time the bell rings, you gotta take a shot.
Why?
'Cause the bell rings.
Okay.
You gotta bark first.
Charlie,
when my son looked at me and told me that he wanted to go "home",
that broke my heart.
I saw.
You know, my kid is sick, and I can't even be with him.
You know, I'm a failure, Charlie. I'm a failure as a father,
I'm a failure as a husband.
You didn't fail. First of all, that little boy loves you.
Second of all, just because your wife decides she doesn't like
sleeping with men, doesn't mean you've failed as a husband.
Although, I wouldn't brag about it.
You're right. This is Judith's fault.
She's the one who breached our marriage contract asunder.
And I let her make decisions that should have been in my dominion.
Alan, people are gonna do whatever they're gonna do in this world.
The only thing a man can control is his own actions.
I don't remember where we left our car.
This isn't our car?
Where to?
Home.
-And that would be? -Sherman Oaks.
We don't live in Sherman Oaks.
I do. I am a Sherman Oaksian and I am
going home for as to reclaim my home.
That's a very bad idea. I'll tell you what's a good idea.
Chili cheese fries and a large root beer. With chili cheese fries.
And girls.
No. I am going home to my wife
to impose my dominion over her.
Yeah. The lesbians love that.
Driver! Sherman Oaks!
1 167, Bonnie Meadow Drive.
Goodbye, Charlie. I'll be back for my things tomorrow.
Thank you, driver. You've been most kind.
So, back to Malibu?
No. Let's give it a second.
Did you know they put chocolate pudding in tubes now?
No, I did not.
They do. My nephew eats them.
They're surprisingly good.
You know, that's an interesting sibling dynamic
you've got goin' with your brother there.
You get that I'm loaded, right?
Drive!
So? How'd it go?
She chased me out of the house with a golf club.
Taking up golf already.
What was it like, a six iron?
What difference does it make?
I just want to be able to tell the story accurately.
It's not funny.
Then why are you laughing?
Because I don't know what else to do.
I wish I could ask Dad for advice.
You'd go to Dad for marriage counseling?
Alan, our father committed suicide to get away from our mother.
What're you talking about? Dad didn't commit suicide. He died of food poisoning.
I maintain that he knew the fish was bad, but he kept eating it anyway.
Your mother sounds like a real piece of work.
You have no idea, my friend.
My mother took my baby brother and dipped him in sissy sauce
and turned him into the people-pleasing control freak you see today.
That's right! And she made him so scared of intimacy
that he has just this endless stream of gorgeous girls
running in and out of his life.
Damn her.
You know, many psychologists agree, until the core maternal relationship
is resolved, most men are doomed to repeat dysfunctional childhood patterns.
Just drive the cab, Doctor Phil.
You know what, Charlie? He's not wrong.
At some point, we have to stand up to her.
Look who's got beer muscles all of a sudden.
No, I'm serious. Come on. Right now.
Let's confront her. You with me? Come on!
Oh, my God.
I can't believe it! You really are afraid of Mom!
I am not.
All these years, I thought you were so cool.
But you're just a big clucking chicken!
Ouch.
Ouch?
Okay, that's it. We have a new destination.
Beverly Hills.
You got an address?
Just go east on Sunset until you reach the Gates of Hell.
She'll buzz us in.
I can't wait to see her face.
She's gonna freak.
You ready?
Ring the bell.
Who is it?
It's your sons!
Charlie and Alan.
Hi, Mom.
Dear God. Hold on. I'll be right there.
Okay, what exactly are we gonna say to her?
Now you ask? This was your safari.
We're here to resolve the core maternal thing.
Wait, I'll go ask the cabbie.
Nice try.
Somebody better be dead.
Porky's dead.
And you completely screwed up our lives.
I'm sorry?
-That's good enough for me. -Yeah, I'm good.
Driver, drive!
Good morning, sunshine.
God. Close the drapes.
Hey, what's this? "Release and indemnification form."
What?
Were you on some kind of television show last night?
I don't think so.
You and your brother signed it.
Let me see that.
Alan.
Alan, wake up.
We got a problem.
"Taxicab Confessions?"
Ifyou've got bugs
Ifyou've got ants
If you've got bugs and flies and slugs and things that crawl
Ain't that Beethoven?
I don 't even know how my wife is gonna be a lesbian.
She hates oral sex.
Hates it!