Listen, if you have any second thoughts
you wanna call this off, now is the time.
I don't wanna call it off.
So no longing last looks, no tears
no "I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow", nothing that anybody can look back on.
I know how to play my part.
After you force me to open up the safe, you can't go straight for the cashbox.
You gotta grab some of the other shit too. - Yeah. Like what?
Anything.
Can't look like you got tipped off what to take.
Take the cashbox last.
That'll be my signal to go for the shotgun.
I'll try not to fire.
You know how adrenaline can be.
Yeah, well, you won't get a shot off, but thanks for the concern.
You just worry about making it all look good for the camera
that and making sure you're alone. - I'll be alone.
What I told you about Amanda's mother is true.
Her name was Alice.
She was my friend.
What I did not tell you was she was a grifter.
After she died, Amanda moved in with Marius and me.
A few months later, Marius...
found another partner and took off.
He'd say it was because I lost focus, but...
I think it was cos of the way he grew up.
He didn't like the idea of a kid around the life.
Anyway, I got off the grift, I met you...
and I never saw him again.
I swear to God I never saw him again until he showed up here a few days ago.
You could be conning me right now.
No, no, no. No.
Don't touch me. Don't.
OK.
I swear to you that this is real, OK?
You are what is important to me, you and Amanda. I love you.
You know what's real right now, honey?
What's real is the cop we have tied up in the basement...
When Marius calls, we can let him go. That cop does not care about us...
- How do you know that? - ...I swear to God.
It seems to me...
we let him go...
...best case...
prison...
my business destroyed...
and Family Services takes Amanda.
I won't let that happen.
- Hey. - Hey, Pete!
I'm just going out. - Where to?
I was gonna go, uh... Go see my friend.
You know, the... the married one. - Yeah.
Yeah, I thought.. I thought maybe
you were going out to slash another one of my tyres.
Huh?
The liquor store across the street...
they have a security camera.
I saw you.
Why?
Fuckin' why? Huh?
Why? Don't you fuckin' say that it's about this trunk thing
because I had already apologised to you for that, OK?
Porta Potti.
What? What?
Fucking what?
When I was leaving the bar that night, all I could think about...
was the time you tipped over the Porta Potti while I was in it.
Wh...
OK.
Fuck me. I was an asshole to you when we were kids
but we're not fuckin' kids anymore.
Pete, I could lose my fuckin' career over this.
- Yes, you are. - What?
Still a kid. - What do you...? What?
I might have slashed your tyre, that's shitty, but it's what I did.
What I didn't do was make you beat the piss out of that kid.
Who are you?
What the hell is wrong with you two?
- Nothing. - It was a misunderstanding.
You're family
for Christ's sakes.
There's nothing in the world more important than that.
Fucking animal.
Marius?
Eddie? Wait a minute. How... How'd you get her phone?
I told Karolina that if I didn't talk to you, I was out.
Eddie, this... This is really dangerous.
You're fucking telling me, man.
Look.
I know you're scared
but I'm gonna have the cash tomorrow, alright?
I'm rolling over this crook lawyer. He's got the 100,000 dollars--
Look, I'm not... I'm not calling for a pep talk, alright?
Karolina's already all over that.
I just wanna let you know
that I'm not letting 'em cut any more pieces off me, man.
- What's that mean? - Means next time, I'm fighting back.
I'm pretty sure I can get a knife from under the bar.
Eddie, don't be stupid. They'll kill you.
You understand me? - Yeah.
They're gonna have to. - Listen.
You better stick to the fuckin' plan. Otherwise, we're all dead.
I'm sticking to the plan. I'm sticking to the fucking plan.
I just wanna let you know that if for any reason
you don't beat the clock...
I'm... I'm gonna beat the clock. I'm telling you, that's what I'm saying.
Well if you don't...
Just go.
Just go, man.
He's gonna kill me one day anyway, Marius.
Fuck it.
Might as well be tomorrow.
Eddie, don't... Can you...? - I gotta go.
Fuck.
You were in there a while, Eddie.
I was just...
I don't know how many times I gotta tell you guys:
If it's a big one, take it upstairs.
Christ, did you even spray? - No. There wasn't...
- Look at you. You look like shit. - Yeah.
- What's going on? - I feel...
What is it? First-night-back jitters...? - Maybe. Maybe, yeah.
Alright, well, just relax, OK?
This is probably inevitable. Look, I'm gonna put Tate on the big table.
You can deal Razz to those English pricks. - No. I...
We're gonna ease you back in.
Yeah, that's what we're gonna do. - Sure?
I need your head right before dealing to Mukherjee
tomorrow night, alright? - Alright. Yeah.
You feel OK? - Yeah. I'm..
- I'm depending on you. - Alright.
Alright. Come on. The rest of you, let's go.
We got folks coming in a few minutes.
"Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour
♪ It's getting harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
Lance, you... You sang, huh?
- Yeah. I was amazed. - I was singing like an angel.
You're really expressing your...your... Praising the... the Lord today.
- So pretty. - I gotta go.
- That's convenient. What? - Where?
Mm, town. I'm meeting some friends. - How are you getting there?
Well, I was hoping to get a ride from either Grandpa or Taylor
but obviously that's a no-go.
Since when do they pass up Sunday brunch?
Your grandfather's at the office and Taylor's busy.
Too busy to save his immortal soul?
Funny. But not the part where you burn in hell.
I liked the sermon this morning. - Ooh, nice pandering.
I'm serious.
OK, OK, first off, it was a homily. Sermons are for Protestants.
Filthy heathens.
We're glad you came. - I was glad to be included.
While you're here, would you mind looking at some paperwork for me?
No such thing as a free brunch.
But we have to pick up the kids from my father's.
I'll do it. Stay with Audrey. Earn some brownie points.
Can I get a ride?
I mean, I could always hitch, maybe get picked up
by some harmless-looking guy in a panel van.
Go get ready. Wheels up in five minutes. - Thank you.
I'll be at the car.
- Meaning you'll be having a cigarette. - I'll be having a cigarette.
You smoke? - Only crack.
Hey, I gotta talk to you about something.
But it's not good.
There you are.
I had a dream about you.
Yeah? I hope a good one.
There was some kind of disaster, nuclear, maybe. I don't know.
Seemed like the whole world was burnt.
And I was looking for you.
I couldn't find you, and I was...
I was calling your name.
So not a good one.
You've been working too hard.
So why don't we stay in bed all day?
Order some food in...
watch movies.
What? What is it?
It's Sunday.
- Yeah. I know what day it is. - Yeah. It's Marius's deadline.
Yeah. I know that too.
If you ruin Eddie's hands
you'll never get a chance to expose Mukherjee.
So you want me to give Eddie a pass?
Yeah.
Hey, listen. - Yeah?
I need to ask you something.
And I want you to be honest with me. - Of course.
Do you still care about Marius?
No.
Marius ran.
Leaving you with me.
Maybe I should thank him. Huh?
Well?
Well, what?
Well, isn't there any part of you that has a bad feeling about this?
You thought Lance was cheating on you with some lady named Victoria.
I jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Victoria's the character he created to scam Grandma.
Do you have any idea how fucking preposterous that sounds?
It doesn't make it untrue.
Carly, move it!
Lance claims to have lost more money than Audrey on that deal.
Yet he's buying a boat.
Where is he getting the money from? - For fuck's sake. Let's ask him.
Ask a question, you get an answer. Doesn't necessarily get you the truth.
I can get you the truth.
I just need a day.
That's it? - That's it.
And one more thing.
Can I help you?
Ex...
Ex... Ex... Ex... Excuse me... Excuse me, sir.
This is private property. You can't just sit here.
Hello?
Yeah, Chayton. Chayton.
This is Otto Bernhardt. Listen.
Well, there's a fellow here in my office, and he refuses to leave.
In fact, he refuses to even talk.
I suspect that he's here on your behalf.
Well actually, he's there for you
to help you make sure nothing happens to my money.
Yeah, but that... that... that's really not necessary.
I'll see you in the morning after my case is dropped
and I come get what's mine.
Ooh. That's better. Good to get out of those church clothes.
Oh, I tried cleaning this up, but...
he about bit my head off.
That's what marriage is mostly:
putting up with each other's shit.
You expecting someone?
I am.
I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh, this gentleman says he's here to see you.
- Ah, Dr Barrett. You met my grandson? - Just now.
Yeah. If you need me, I'll be up in my room.
Thank you, Pete, and this is my attorney, Lance Lord.
These are yours. - Thank you.
- Hi. How are you? - Thank you for doing this on a Sunday.
Have a seat. - Thank you. Don't mind if I do.
Yeah. To be honest, I'm a little fuzzy on what this is we're doing.
Uh, Dr Barrett's made an offer on the farm.
An offer to buy it?
I've accepted.
I just need you to review these terms.
I represent suppliers in the farm-to-table business.
We buy non-working farms and get them working again.
OK. Um...
Dr Barrett, if you could give us a moment. I need to confer with my client.
Lance. - Just a quick chat, if you don't mind.
It's, uh... It's OK. Of course. Yes.
Uh, take all the time you need. I'll be, uh, outside.
Does Otto know about this?
The deed's in my name.
After the stroke, we transferred it all to me.
Audrey, this sale's a mistake.
The market's shit right now. It's better to ride it out.
I need the money now.
- Because of the investments? - Yes.
I need everything I gave to Victoria, and I can't tell you why.
Well, I'm your attorney. I'm exactly who you do tell.
What if I loan you the money?
In cash?
Yeah. - Now?
How could you possibly...?
A while back, I put some money into a dance club in Hartford.
A couple days ago, the other investors bought me out.
In cash.
Uh...
Bernhardt Bail Bonds. This is Audrey. - Tell him it's Otto. You need privacy.
Oh, hi, hun. Uh, could you hold on a sec?
Um, it's Otto.
Would you mind stepping out a moment while I lie to my husband?
Thank you, Lance.
Porter said Lance pulled you into a sidebar. Is everything OK?
Pete, it's over. We won.
Wait, what... what does... what does that mean?
Lance offered me the cash.
Oh.
- Great. - You bet your ass it's great.
Our con was so good, we got paid in phase one.
Not bad for first-timers.
Yeah, we're naturals.
I mean, technically, Lance won
but... but the important thing is
that you got the money back so that's good.
Hold on. Hold on. What do you mean, "Lance won"?
It's called a "Jesus con".
We never talked about this?
A guy lights your house on fire
and then he shows up in the nick of time to put it out
making himself your saviour.
Con man's not always after money.
Julia will think he's the hero.
She'll never believe my side.
But the important thing is you got the money, so...
What if I turn it down?
Why would you turn it down?
If I do, can we still con him?
Grandma, let's just think about this for a second.
- A bird in the hand is worth-- - No.
He doesn't get to win.
Farm-to-table, huh?
- Hey. - How's it going?
Oh, it's OK. What's up?
Your parents wanna hang on to the kids a little longer.
Told you you have to beat them off with a stick.
So I'm thinking an afternoon without the flesh anchors?
Let's do a little day-drinking. - I could certainly use one.
Everything OK?
Oh, fine.
How about that place by the marina?
Sunday's all day happy hour.
I love it. Uh, I need to finish up here.
Give me an hour? - I may have to start without you.
It's one of the reasons why I love you.
- OK, I'll see you soon. - OK.
Gentlemen.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Dr Barrett, I'm ready to sign the papers.
You have been a terrible drinking buddy.
- Why? - You've barely said two words
since we got here. You're so quiet.
I'm sorry.
What was that, um
legal stuff that Audrey wanted to talk to you about this morning?
Nothing. It was estate-planning.
Hey, listen, uh
there's no reason we should both be here waiting for the cheque.
Why don't you go get the kids and I'll see you back at the place?
Sure.
Cheers.
Hey, guys.
♪ Guess it began to fall apart, all at the same time... ♪
So, what are we celebrating?
You guys being perfect strangers this morning and now fast friends?
How do you plan on robbing Audrey?
"No, no, no, no, Lance, you got it all wrong.
There's a perfectly reasonable explanation."
OK, then, Cousin Pete, explain.
Let's hear a perfectly reasonable explanation
for how you came to be sitting here celebrating with a man
who just bought your grandmother's farm
for a price that would be insultingly low if the place were currently on fire.
- Can I get you anything? - I'm good.
OK.
Come on, fellas. You're caught.
You can waste time trying to deny it or we can start to talk
about what it's gonna take to get me not to turn you in.
Tell him.
Go on.
Two years ago
I was going through security at SeaTac.
And, uh, all of a sudden, this alarm starts sounding.
TSA goes apeshit. The, uh...
the airport cops are hauling ass towards us.
It takes me a few seconds to realise that they're looking at me.
One of the airport's radiation detectors thought I was carrying a dirty bomb.
Were you?
I was carrying this.
I found it on the farm when I was a kid, right by the pond.
I was out there, uh, skipping rocks one day
and then, I... I looked down, there's a beautiful black stone
so I take it home.
A few months later, my mother shakes me awake
in the middle of the night.
She says, "You've got five minutes to grab anything you ever wanna see again".
At the time, I thought to myself:
"This is the moment where my life changes for the worse".
So one of the things I grab on the way out is this little stone.
Look, Pete, this is a touching story. Are you gonna tell me what this is?
Uraninite.
As in "uranium".
Oh, uranium.
In Connecticut?
We're one of the few states that's got it.
After I analysed Pete's stone
I had him take me out to the pond, took some core samples.
How much is down there?
It... It doesn't matter.
Just from surface readings alone, it promises that some big energy company
will come in and buy us out. - OK.
And how much do I get for not telling Audrey?
We can give you two.
Two what?
Two million.
How much are you getting?
We're getting our share. Your share is two million dollars.
Can I get a Maker's, neat?
It's not easy to trust a man who's ready to fuck over his grandmother.
The kind of money we're talking about, I'd fuck over somebody I like.
Yeah, I get it.
And I gotta hand it to you, it almost worked
but your plan has two fatal flaws.
One is my client, Chayton Dockery.
Audrey took his cash collateral.
And when he comes for it tomorrow
let's say if she's lucky, she goes to prison
and all of her assets will be seized
and the sale of the house will be cancelled.
And if she isn't lucky?
Well, then she's dead.
And you'll be dealing with Dockery.
Now, if I were to get the money and put it in the safe
everything would be fine when Audrey opens it up for Dockery tomorrow.
And why would you do that? - Out of the goodness of my heart...
and five million dollars.
There is no fucking way we're giving you five million dollars
I'd reconsider that.
If you work with me, you're still rich. If you go against me...
you get nothing.
I...
Fine. Fine.
But the money goes in the safe tonight. - Which brings us to problem number two.
If we pay off Dockery
Audrey's got no reason to follow through with the sale of the house.
She sold it to him.
Seeing as it's Sunday
what you signed was an "intent to sell".
Tomorrow, she could put a stop to all of this.
And my guess is she will because that's what she does.
Audrey's been pawning collateral. I have a list of the items she's sold.
I... I will threaten to go to the cops.
She loses her license, her business, maybe does some time.
Or she signs the farm over to me.
If Audrey signs the farm over to you
the other grandchildren will all have grounds for suit
once the land value is discovered. - We'll fight 'em.
Then you'd be tied up in legal battles for years.
Legally, the better play would be to sign the quitclaim
over to the only surviving child.
What? - Your mother.
Maybe we can make a deal with her.
Although, shit, no.
Julia told me she's somewhere on the West Coast.
No.
She's not.
She's here in Bridgeport.
She came back a few years ago.
She's just never contacted anybody.
She... I think she's just waiting for Otto and Audrey to... to... to die.
Well, call her up. - Uh, I... She doesn't have a phone. I...
Well, it's a long story. - Then let's go see her.
I don't know where she is. I have to look for her.
OK? - OK.
Call me when you've found her.
Cheers for the drink.
That went well.
We didn't have time to prep for a rollover.
What did you always tell me? "Work the problem".
You say that like there's only one problem.
God knows what Lance is gonna come up with
while you try to produce a mother out of thin air.
Pay the bill.
Hey, I hope you're having a great Sunday cos we have a big fucking problem.
OK...
Yeah. How soon can you make it to Bridgeport?
- Why? - Because I need you to be the rope.
OK, who am I playing? - Pete's mum, Maggie.
Um, isn't she, like, north of 50?
I just played your mistress a few years ago Marius
what, now I'm your mother?
What is this? Hollywood? - Well, we're screwed if you don't.
- Do you have any idea of her height? - No.
Alright. OK. I'll sit, um, need to be dark
and I'll need something that makes him not wanna look too closely.
- OK. I need to know a few things about her please.
I don't know much beyond her name.
Well, figure it out.
- Yeah? - We followed him to New Haven.
He just parked and entered a scientific-supply store.
What?
Open the car. Open the car. - Ah, shit.
What? - He's buying a Geiger counter.
God damn.
Look. I need you to stall him for an hour, alright?
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
I don't know.... Look, you wanna succeed in the life?
Figure it out. Work the problem.
An hour? And what are we gonna do?
We're gonna salt it. - With what?
Gonna find somebody on Craigslist
trying to unload a couple of pounds of yellowcake?
Nope.
Bullshit. - Is the internet ever wrong?
If kitty litter's radioactive enough to set off a Geiger counter
what makes you think it won't grow me a third nut or some shit like that?
Yeah, well the amount you've been breaking my balls lately
I could use a spare one.
Hey.
You OK?
Oh. Oh, God.
Uh, yeah.
No.
My boyfriend...
He hurt you?
You want me to call the cops?
No, no, no.
That'll only make things worse.
I just wanna go to his place
pick up my stuff.
If I just had an hour...
- Bernhardt Bail Bonds. Otto speaking. - I'm at the bar. Come see me. Now.
Yeah... Yeah, well... Um...
Well, no, no.
No, sir, we don't.
And, um, I would... I would appreciate it if you would take us off your list.
Hey, um, you mind watching the place for a few minutes while I go hit the head?
- You don't have a toilet? - Oh, well, it's busted.
God damn landlord doesn't wanna pay to fix it.
We've been using the bar down the street.
Anyone stops in, just tell 'em I'll be back in five.
Or thereabouts. With my age, it may take a little longer.
Hey.
Hey, why d'you park me in?
Hey, what the fuck, man?
Why d'you park me in?
You wanna take a swing? Do it.
Nothing would make me happier. - I just want you to move your truck.
What was I thinking? You only beat women, right?
Listen...
You're not paying for a double, and even if...
even if you were, it wouldn't include Crazy Horse over there.
Right? That's a whole other deal entirely. - I'm trying.
You're not trying hard enough.
Get rid of him. Soon. Or this doesn't happen.
He left New Haven an hour ago.
He'll be here.
- Yeah, well, I'm just saying. - No, you're just worrying.
Where else is he gonna go with a Geiger counter?
Hi, Julia. - I did what you asked.
I got him to the restaurant, and made sure he was facing the door.
Thank you.
- Look, I know how tough this is for you. - Tough? This is... this is tough?
No matter how this goes down, I lose. You get that, don't you?
If you're right, the father of my son is nothing better than a con man.
If you're wrong...
I betrayed him.
I understand, and I--
Any action?
Huh. You have no idea.
When I was a young man, I used to piss. It was like a river.
Coffee?
There you go.
It's on the house.
What?
Oh, good.
Well, I certainly look forward to meeting her.
Hey.
"Nothing's Gonna Save You Now" by Pony Boy
Well, hello, Pete. What the fuck do you want?
What the fuck do you want from me?
Don't fucking talk to me like that. - Fuck!
You know what you are, you're just like your fucking father.
I'm just...? Which one?
- Fuck you! - Yeah, fuck you.
Unbelievable, man!
- She's fucking impossible. - Woah, woah, woah. What happened?
Look, she's worse than Audrey.
Well, maybe it's you.
Good luck.
Can I buy you a drink?
Uh, are you supposed to smoke around pressurized oxygen?
No.
That's why I turned it off, dipshit.
OK, I'm sorry. That was the wrong way to start this.
Maggie, my name is Lance.
I'm, uh...
in a relationship with your niece.
I know your mother very well.
I've been on the wrong end of her wrath a good many times.
And, uh-- - Ah, bu, bu...
Shit!
Shit! Fuck!
She lose the lisp? - Pardon me?
Julia had a bad lisp as a kid.
I always rooted for her. - Yeah.
She told me about that.
That must have been cute as hell.
But, yeah, she lost the lisp. She grew into...
a beautiful, smart woman.
Look, I know what Audrey did to you.
And as far as I can see, right now, this is your chance to get back at her.
Didn't you say you were gonna buy me a drink?
Is she in? - Of course she's in.
You gotta pay her tab.
- Pay it. - Son of a bitch.
Alright, so when we get the money and I put it in the safe
I'll let you call Audrey and you can be the hero.
Yeah. Absolutely not.
You're not coming with me, and I'm not giving you the money.
Hey. Hey.
I'm the only one with the combination to the safe.
And I give a shit because...?
I don't trust ya, Pete.
So I'll get the money, and I'll see you there at 8pm.
And don't get any brilliant ideas about following me either.
Come on.
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.
You make one more sound, I swear to Christ
I'll bury this in your fucking Adam's apple.
I'm here to cut you loose.
I'm taking off this gag. Don't test me.
Moved your car around back.
My, uh... my gun.
Not gonna happen.
Katie's got it, so if you don't wanna get shot
don't wake her up.
Detective.
Me and my family ain't going anywhere.
This is our home.
I see you around here again, I'm gonna assume the worst
cop or no cop.
There's nothing that I won't do to protect my family.
Tell me you understand that.
I understand.
I hope so.
We're closed.
You can't be here.
I told you over the phone, Sean's due back from Hartford any minute.
Taylor.
I was out at Redding Road today.
Taylor, I can't...
You know, they woke up that morning just like any other day.
Drank their coffee, brushed their teeth...
dropped Carly off at kindergarten
never knowing they were doing it all for the last time.
You think they thought about any of that?
That moment when they...
when they saw the pickup blow the stop sign?
Cos... I'm.. I'm wondering...
if maybe there's... there's no such thing as
"Never knew what hit 'em".
Maybe that's just something you say on next-of-kin notification.
You know?
I'm wondering if there isn't...
There isn't always a moment...
when you look back...
and you see...
all the things that you did...
and all the things that you didn't do... - Listen, I...
I wanna hear this. I really do.
Sean, he's coming back from Hartford.
Couple of months ago, the idea of not being a cop...
Fuck. Fuck, he's here.
Taylor, you have to go. - You should be with me.
Not Sean.
I should've said it in high school.
I should have said it on the day he proposed, but I'm saying it now.
What the fuck is this?
This, fuck-o, is me telling you what I just finished telling her!
You keep parking your fucking monster truck
in front of our place
I'm gonna personally see to it
that a couple of hoppers from Marina Village projects
joyride it down to one of the Stratford Ave chop shops
turn it into a fucking art exhibit.
Grandma couldn't handle her dirty work? Had to send the cop?
I'll do what I can, but we get so busy here.
We run out of spots. It's always so empty up by your place.
Nobody sent me.
What, you just lost your temper? You flew off the handle?
From what I heard, you... you been doing that a lot lately.
Hey, if you, uh...
if you ever need to be bailed out, I hope you give us a call.
How'd it go?
Sean?
Hartford, how did it go?
Good. Yeah. Really good.
A time's coming when we won't have to worry
about Audrey poaching business.
Audrey or anyone else.
Good.
How do you...? Are you sure that's Dockery's guy?
I'm pretty fucking sure.
I defended him one time after he bit a guy's nose off.
He's not the kind of person you forget. - Fuck.
I guess Dockery got it in his head someone's trying to take his money.
Yeah, the guy must be paranoid.
There's no way I'm going in until he's gone.
Hey, why don't you give me the bag? You can watch me through the window.
No, I told you, we're doing this together.
Where's that toilet?
Oh.
The bar just down the street.
If they give you a hard time, just tell 'em you're with me.
If they give me a hard time?
This might be our only chance.
Hi, Grandpa.
Hey, uh, Julia forgot some papers
and Lance has something he wants to talk to you about.
Two seconds, we'll be out of your hair.
Now what... what the hell? Pete? - I need to call in a favour, alright?
Cos Julia and I are getting married. - Hey, hey, hey!
No, well, we're actually eloping. Well, we might be eloping.
I think you guys are great. Just my main thing is I...
I don't want Jacob to feel "less than" in a couple of years when he realises
Julia and I were never married.
And look, Julia, I realise, your granddaughter, she's a modern woman.
And she's just, you know... She's a modern woman.
She's down with the patriarchy. And I'm all for that.
I just think it'd be easier on the kids if we had a ceremony...
- Lance... - ...started wearing rings.
I'm gonna ask Julia to marry me, alright?
She doesn't really wanna start talking about it.
I'm the one who starts talking about it, of course.
- And I'm not asking you to be, uh... - Lance.
Everybody get on the fucking ground!
Now!