- That's why I'm really into microbrews, you know?
- What's up, dude? - Oh, let me get you a chair.
- And he's doing, like, actual shots.
- Sorry, can I take this chair, guys?
- No problemo, amigo.
So he's, like, ripping these shots, and we're like,
"Yeah, go for it, man," like, "You're the man."
And we're totally fine, so then eventually...
- Nope. - Like, this,
whatever you, like, make a cast out of--
- [speaking Spanish]
Ahh, okay.
- [speaking Spanish]
- I know that feel, brah.
- Hola.
- Oh, fuck. Okay.
- Ha-ha.
- That worked. It was funny.
- No problemo, amigo.
Pew-pew, pew-pew.
Pshew-pew-pew.
You--you can keep the chair.
Sorry about your mom.
That sucks.
Okay, bye. Thank you.
Yeah, you can stand.
[cool percussive music]
♪
Hey, do you know Vanessa's Dumplings?
- Yeah, I love Vanessa's Dumplings.
- I love Vanessa's Dumplings. - What?
- Yeah. - Oh, my gosh.
- Wow, Imagine Dragons, Crème de la Mer,
any movie with John Leguizamo. I mean--
- Including "Spawn." - Thank you.
- Yes.
- You really check all the boxes.
- You know, I think we might have
another thing in common too.
- You take off all your clothes to go number two as well?
- Mm.
- You meant kissing. - Yeah.
- Cool. Yeah, me too.
[laughter]
All right.
Honest hour, Tina, I've met a lot of people in my life,
you know, good people, like, sturdy people,
- Mm.
- I've never felt such an immediate connection
with somebody, especially after four dates.
- Aww.
- Not to be weird about it,
but the sex, it's so intimate...
- [laughs] - So much eye contact.
- Yeah, you know, you can blink.
- Good to know. Good to know, yeah.
- Hey, I'm gonna take a shower...
- All right. - And you can make yourself
at home. - Oh, cool.
- Bye. - See ya.
[door closes]
- Ooh, bitchin' place.
Oh, yes.
Man, I love hats.
You wascally wabbit. [laughs]
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
I am the captain now. [laughs]
You jokester.
Play ball. [laughs]
[dramatic music]
Oh, God, no. No, nope. No, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, God, no.
Yes, please.
No.
I'm dating a Republican?
God.
No!
Okay, how did I miss that?
[cool percussive music]
[gentle piano music]
- When Mateo Cruz was diagnosed at the age of two
with a rare blood disease,
doctors said he wouldn't make it to his fifth birthday.
- All right, blow out the candles, buddy.
- And yet here the miraculous Mateo is six years later.
- Look at those lungs. - Nice job.
- When we heard Mateo's amazing story,
we knew we wanted to make his biggest dream come true.
And he knew his wish right away.
He didn't even have to think.
- My wish is that I don't want to meet Macklemore.
- Family and friends were immediately touched
by Mateo's dream.
I mean, what can I say?
Our little guy just can't stand Macklemore.
And it's not just his music either.
As Mateo would say, you know...
he just hates the guy's whole vibe.
- I don't like his songs,
and I don't think I would like him as a person.
I don't ever want to meet him. - Okay, champ.
They're gonna see what they can do, okay?
No promises.
- When we heard the wish,
we weren't sure it would be possible.
Macklemore seems like a pretty nice guy.
And surprising sick kids at a hospital seems like
something he'd want to do.
- We were just hoping and praying that when he saw
just how little his music meant to our son, he'd understand.
[gentle music]
♪
- That's me.
That's my dad.
That's my mom.
And there's no Macklemore.
- I'll never forget that night in the hospital.
Mateo must have been five, I think. [sniffles]
We were watching TV, and he's like, "Daddy, who's that?"
And I said, "Son, that's Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.
That have a song called "Thrift Shop."
He just goes, "No, no, no, no, no."
He looked like he was gonna be sick.
I mean, sicker than he already was.
- That's great. That's really good.
It was so inspiring to see the whole town come together
to help make Mateo's wish come true.
When all this started, I said to him, "You do know
"nobody would ever make you meet Macklemore, right?
He's not even that big right now."
And he was like, "I just want to play it safe.
I want a guarantee."
- And we were like, "You know, you can have whatever you want.
"You know, if you wanted to live in Disneyland for a month,
"they could probably make that happen.
And you would still probably never meet Macklemore."
But then he said, "Dad, what if Macklemore is at Disneyland?"
And you know what? I-I hadn't thought of that.
- After weeks of calling,
Katherine finally connects with Macklemore's managers.
- Yep, just don't visit him and don't surprise him.
Yep, that's all.
Thank you so much.
Okay.
He's not coming.
- Okay, buddy, time to take off that blindfold, okay?
- He's not here.
He's really not here.
- Macklemore is never coming, honey,
not now, not later, never.
[applause]
- And that's when I realized that all the other kids
have it wrong by wishing for vacations
or a ticket to a big game.
When your one wish is to never meet Macklemore,
every day that you don't meet Macklemore feels like a gift.
♪
- You know, this is an especially difficult job
for me, because I actually kind of like Macklemore.
♪ Downtown
- Aah! - Ooh, I'm sorry, kiddo.
I thought you were asleep. - Just let me die.
[cool percussive music]
- What are you doing? You can't date a Republican.
- I know, but Tina's amazing, man.
I don't know what to do. - Easy.
You push her down a well, and you say it was an accident.
- Really, Jen, a well?
- Yeah, there's one in Queens.
- Whoa, guys, murder's bad.
- It's a shallow well.
- We should be trying to understand people
who disagree with us,
like people who believe the Earth is round.
- Listen, this is not a big deal, all right?
New York is a melting pot.
For example, I once dated a girl from Mongolia, same thing.
- Mm. - That's not the same thing.
- She was one of the top models in Ulaanbaatar.
- Okay, so you're not helping. You're just bragging.
- You want to see a picture? - No.
Maybe... later.
- Tracy's single, if you want me to set you guys up instead.
- Chris, please stop trying to hook me up with your sister.
- We could be brother-in-laws. - I know.
- How can you even date a Republican, like, legally?
- Tina's cool, okay?
And I haven't felt this way about a girl
in a really long time.
And honest hour, the sex is incredible.
- Ooh, Tracy likes sex.
- Chris, seriously?
- What does a Republican puss even look like?
Is it mean, like a frown?
[gasps] Is there a wall around it?
- Stop it. - Just be careful, Arturo.
Because beliefs can be sexually transmitted.
- Stop it, Jen.
There are good people on both sides.
- See? See? It's happening. - Ooh.
- It's happening. - Ooh.
- Now, can we get back to her puss?
Are there guns in there?
- I like her. I can't help it.
- Listen, man, just let it go, don't bring up politics.
You'll be cool. - No, no.
I have to be honest with her.
I at least have to try to bridge the gap, you know?
And since it's the only advice
that none of you have mentioned,
I think it's the right one, right?
What are we shucking all this corn for?
- I thought this was your corn. - It's not my corn.
- It's not mine.
- Whose corn is this?
- Oh, yeah, it is my corn.
[cool percussive music]
[upbeat guitar music]
- Okay, everybody, the tamales are ready.
Come and get them, okay?
Just serve yourselves. - Mamá.
- Ay, mi'jo. Hola.
Un poco tarde, ¿no?
- Oh, sorry. Sofia and I are late.
- Oh, it's okay, mi'jo. I know it's not your fault.
Sofia, hola.
- ¿Cómo está?
- My future daughter-in-law.
Which is crazy.
[laughter]
What is this?
- Oh, I brought tamales.
[all gasp]
- Tamales.
Interesting choice.
- Yes, it's my abuela's recipe.
- I thought you were bringing cookies.
I thought she was bringing cookies, Mom.
- Well, I decided to make tamales instead.
- I thought I told you, my mom makes the tamales.
- We're just gonna have more tamales, then.
[Latin-tinged guitar music]
♪
- It's okay, mi'jo.
I'm sure her tamales are made with love...
just like my tamales are made with so much love.
- Oh, Mama Garcia,
my tamales are made with the most love.
- Mi'ja, would you like to put them down?
- I would love to. - You can put them right here.
Here you go.
♪
[sniffs] Mmm, they smell so--
¿Cómo se dice"trying too hard"?
Así se dice.
Sí, that's how you say it.
- And yours, they look so tightly wound,
suffocating even.
- Pedro, are you ready for a tamale?
- Yes, Pedro, have one.
- I--oh, I--oh, I'm not actually hungry, so...
- No, you said that you were starving.
- I had some chips in the house.
[stomach rumbling]
- Ay, mi gordito, I can hearyour stomach rumbling.
Just choose one. - Yes, choose.
- There's no wrong choice.
Just pick whichever one you want to eat.
♪
- Hey, everybody, I brought tamales.
No, I did not. Good-bye.
- I carried you for nine long months, mi'jo,
fed you from my own bosom.
- I've been engaged to you for nine long months, mi amor,
shown you my own bosoms.
- Wow, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
- Just your son. - I will fucking end you.
- Please, you're not helping! Do you mind?
- Choose, Pedro.
- Choose. - Choose.
- You must choose now. - Choose with your heart.
- Choose. - Choose.
- [screams]
[all screaming]
- Mi'jo, ¿qué estás haciendo?
- [slurring] I burned off my taste buds.
Now I can't taste anything.
You can't make me choose.
- Mi'jo, that was so exaggerated.
- I-I-I'm a little overwhelmed by this, right?
- We are bonding right here.
- We're having a moment. We're having a nice time.
And then you mess it up.
- Disgusting. You know what? Embarrassing.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
- I don't think so.
- I am so very sorry.
Here come--come with me. - Pedro...
- I'm so sorry. Have you met my other son, mi'ja?
- The one who's not a little bitch?
- Yes, that's the one. He's so cool.
- Can someone take me to the hospital?
[kids giggling]
Mom!
[cool percussive music]
- So it's all out in the open. Good.
We don't agree politically,
but we still like each other, right?
- Yeah, and I-I guess I can't say I'm surprised,
given your, um--
- Absolutely everything about me.
- Yep. - Yeah, I know.
But nothing has to be different.
We can still talk about anything.
Um, I don't know, like, the weather.
Today was freezing. - Freezing.
- I know. - Yeah.
So much for global warming.
[laughter]
- Mm-mm. - Oh, no.
- Mm, weather is out.
- Um...
- Sports. - Yeah.
- How about football? Do you like football?
- Yes, I do. - Oh, awesome.
- Well, I did. I stopped watching
once they started kneeling during the anthem.
- Movies. Movies are good. - Great.
- I'll tell you, I just saw "Rudy" for the first time.
- [gasps] - I know. It's so sweet.
- The documentary about Rudy Giuliani.
- Nope, not that one.
I would not watch that one.
- Okay, I-I don't know about this.
- No, no, no, stop. We can do this, all right?
Look, do we agree politically?
No.
But are we still people with the ability to love
and talk to each other? Yeah.
- Yeah.
- So maybe we focus on the commonalities
that bring us together, you know,
the Imagine Dragons or the John Leguizamos
or the Crème de la Mers, right?
- I think we should break up.
- I get it.
'Cause I refuse to give up my progressive values.
- Nope, because of your eye contact in bed.
- Excuse me?
- I haven't seen you blink once during sex.
And it's like I'm banging Chucky.
- Chuck E. Cheese?
- No, the murder doll.
- Ouch.
- Good-bye, Arturo.
- I was gonna break up with her first.
She's a loser. I'm a winner. Sad.
Oh, God.
[cool percussive music]
[eerie piano music]
♪
- Oh, my God. [radio static crackles]
We found the crash site of the rugby team.
There are survivors.
Assessing the damage. We'll send coordinates.
- Hello, men.
I'm rescue worker Smith.
This is rescue worker Ruiz.
- Hey.
- We're gonna get you off this mountain.
Now, we need to assess the situation.
I can see that not all of you are here.
And since you've been missing for over three months
without any food, we assume that, to survive,
you had to resort to some extraordinary measures.
- Yeah, it's true.
- Tell me, did you survive because you ate...
- The plane, yeah.
- What?
- In order to survive, we ate the plane.
- No way. - It's true.
- You ate the plane you went down in.
- Well, we didn't see any other plane up here.
[laughter]
- Yeah, we just had the one, Smith.
- Was it good? - Tina, don't--this is not--
- What, I...
- No. No, it wasn't good. - It was pretty bland.
- So you ate the wings?
- Yeah.
- You ate the seats?
- Oh, yeah.
- You ate the oil and the gas?
- Well, we drank it.
- You can't eat a liquid. [laughter]
- Well, that's what I meant. Thank you.
- Yeah, you didn't say that.
- What about the in-flight meals?
- We tried them, but they tasted terrible.
- Really disgusting, really disgusting.
- All right, do you guys know where we can find
the black box?
- [inhales sharply] Ooh, anybody else want to tell him?
- Okay, I'll go. We ate it.
- Are you serious?
- It's the best part of the plane.
It's, like, the heart meat.
- That was a good day. - That was Thanksgiving.
- Oh, that's right, yeah. - Yeah.
- Okay, there are more important things
to discuss right now.
- Are there?
- Are any of you hurt? - Um, I have a stomachache.
But that might just be from eating the plane.
- Yeah, that's what it is. - If I had to guess.
- Yeah, definitely.
- If you didn't eat any of the people,
where are the rest of the passengers?
- Oh, they went down the mountain.
They didn't want to eat the plane.
- Why didn't you guys go with them?
- We were eating the plane.
- Hey, have you seen my walkie-talkie?
- [crunching] - It was right here.
- Seriously?
- The plane was better.
The plane was better. - Yeah, figured as much.
- Now, for dessert, does anybody have any gas
or oil I could eat?
[laughter]
I got you. - Smith.
[cool percussive music]
♪
- I'm sorry it didn't work out with Tina, man.
I know you liked her. - Thanks, man.
I think she's still thinking about me.
[chuckles] - Shut up.
- Yeah, she wrote this Facebook post about me
that's sort of going viral.
- Let me see. Let me see.
"I recently found out I was dating a liberal.
"It ended poorly, but Arturo did extend an olive branch
"and acknowledged my humanity.
"So, honest hour,
an unbearable expression he used three times per day."
- You can skip that part.
- You do say that a lot, though.
- Can you please skip it?
- Um, "I learned not all liberals are baby-killing,
tree-hugging Jew-funded commies."
- Just go to the end.
- "So let's raise a glass of liberal tears to you.
Thanks, Arturo."
- That's the one. Isn't that sweet?
- Sweet.
- Ah. - Oh.
These comments are pretty interesting.
"Arturo just border-jumped into my heart.
- Conflicting, that one.
- This one just says "#BringBackRoseanne."
- I agree.
- "Arturo's one of the good ones"...
- [laughs]
- "But we should still build a wall."
Oh, here's a good one.
"Arturo is the new poster boy for humanizing Republicans."
- Yeah, there's that. - Which is good, right?
I mean, that's-- that's good, right.
- Well, Chet doesn't seem to agree.
Hmm.
- Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!
- She'll get over it, right? - I think so.
- No, I won't! Shame! Shame!
[cool percussive music]
[thunder booms]
[light music]
- Oh, Carl, this is perfect.
Just you, me, no kids--
a nice, big bed.
- I don't know, babe. It's a highway motel.
I mean, who knows who slept in this bed last
or what they left in these sheets?
- Mm-hmm. I knew you would say that,
so I brought a black light. - [chuckles]
- Now we can put your little paranoia to rest.
- All right. - Okay?
Nothing there.
Mm...
Maybe a little smidge there.
And...
[upbeat Latin music playing]
- Whoa!
- Hernando Marquez!
- Barely anything there. All clean.
- What? No. There was an adult man dancing in the corner.
- It was probably just sauce, honey.
Now, where were we?
- We were seeing a glowing jazz man,
whose name I think is Hernando Marquez,
dancing and having a blast.
Let me see that.
[creepy music]
What? - See?
Nothing. - No--
- Put that down and make love to your wife.
[upbeat Latin music] - Ah, there he is again!
- Hernando Marquez!
- Come on, it's just a motel.
Even the Ritz is gonna have a little schmutz.
- That is not schmutz.
That was a human noodling out on the trumpet
and announcing his name,
which, yes, does seem to be Hernando Marquez.
Or wait. Does he think I'm Hernando Marquez?
- You seem distracted, honey.
Does this help?
- Yes, it does. - [chuckles] I bet it does.
[chuckles]
[upbeat Latin music playing]
- Aah!
- Hernando Marquez!
[both screaming]
- What?
- Oh, my God!
You were just Hernando Marquez!
- Can you stop talking about Hernando Marquez?
If this is an excuse to not have sex with me here,
then just say it.
- Look, I don't want
to talk about Hernando Marquez.
It's just, why does he only appear in black light?
I mean, is he made of bodily fluid?
Is he a real person who's covered in it,
or is it coming to life?
Am I going insane?
- You know what? Forget this.
I'll see you at home.
- Come on. Honey, please.
Come on. [scoffs]
[sighs]
[eerie music]
♪
[eerie music builds to crescendo]
[upbeat Latin music playing]
- Hernando Marquez!
- Hey, are you Hernando Marquez,
or am I Hernando Marquez?
- Hernando Marquez!
[music resumes] - Okay.
[both laugh maniacally]
[music continues]
both: Hernando Marquez!
- So you're semen, right?