So, uh...
are you just gonna let Lil Bev keep crying like that?
Yes, I am.
She's learning to cry it out.
So, if I'm stuck under a log, screaming for help,
you're just gonna let me cry it out?
No, first, I'm gonna laugh.
Then I'm gonna let you cry it out
so you learn how to sleep through the night under a log.
Look, Becky told us to let her self-soothe.
Oh. Wait.
See? It's working.
And...
...she's asleep.
Hey.
It's been an hour.
She's got to go back to sleep.
She's not a toy.
No, no, she's not.
She's a powerful, tiny woman
whose whole foot fits in my mouth.
Rowr.
You know, when Becky gets home, you're gonna have
one foot in your mouth and one foot upside your ass.
Put the baby back in her crib.
Oh, come.
Otherwise, I'm gonna go sleep on the couch.
Mmm.
Oh, but her head smells so much better than your head.
And your beard smells like French onion soup.
You really want to get into this?
Oh.
Oh, you are the best baby in the world.
Yes, you are!
Aww.
I want one just like you.
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"The Conners" is filmed in front of a live studio audience.
Thanks for everything, Dad.
Without you, we never would have been able to open tomorrow.
Well, thanks for paying me with a hug.
And, I assume, a lifetime of free stew.
How about a lifetime of free hugs
and stew for a week?
Sold.
And thank you, too, Dwight.
You've been a huge help.
No need to fuss over me.
I'm uncomfortable being in the spotlight.
I like to be the handmaiden, not the queen.
You're not sculpting the "David."
You're chopping carrots, Barry. Chop faster!
Chop faster! Chop...
Uh-oh. Oh!
Oh, good Lord!
Oh!
Put that finger in milk!
Ugh!
We have an emergency, Dan.
Can you drive our cook to the hospital?
How bad is he bleeding?
Is he sitting in the cab or the flatbed?
Oh, this is flatbed.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, we open in 10 hours.
- Ohh! - Oh, my God! Oh!
Becky, Becky, you got to be the chef.
I don't know to cook for a whole restaurant!
Unless you want me to breast-feed
the entire lunch crowd.
That actually set my mind to wander.
But maybe I can help out. I used to do a little cooking.
This is not a time to fool around.
Do you have real restaurant experience?
'Cause this isn't like grabbing a squirrel by the side of the road
and cooking it on your carburetor!
The carburetor doesn't get hot enough.
It's the manifold.
And I'll have you know, I used to be a chef at Applebee's.
No way! Really?
How come we didn't know that about you?
Oh, I think, with the hair and the beard, people just assume...
Nobody cares, Custer.
Get in the kitchen,
start prepping the stew so it's ready in the morning.
Is this gonna be the kind of restaurant
where people say "please"?
Oh, for God's sakes.
Please!
Is this gonna be the kind of restaurant
where people take - the Lord's name in vain?
You might want to be the handmaiden,
but I'm getting all kinds of queen.
Behold the most dangerous baby in the world.
So dangerous that she must be kept away from the populace,
in a nylon cage.
Oh, so, you're one of those obituary guys, huh?
Yeah.
I always read them hoping that somebody died
that I owe money to.
Just once, I'd like to see a credit-card company in here.
Hmm.
Somebody in here I actually know.
How? How much did you owe them?
Are we having pizza crust and eggs,
or are we going out for breakfast?
My father.
What?
I'm sorry, Dan.
Are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine. I haven't seen him in 20 years.
And based on this, I see that trend continuing.
I'm sorry about your grandpa. How are you doing?
Oh, I'm okay.
I mean, he was kind of a deadbeat when my dad was young,
and then as soon as he had a second family,
we never really saw him at all.
I mean, I honestly didn't even remember
that he was still alive.
Who was alive?
Grandpa Ed.
He's alive?
No.
Not anymore.
So, what the hell happened last night?
I get home from work, and you're on the couch,
and I found Beverly Rose
sleeping on Ben's chest upstairs.
Well, uh, all the crying made Ben's milk come in,
so we didn't want to waste it.
Ohh.
I'm sorry.
I just wanted the baby to hear a heart
that's not made of stone.
Eh, we're working on our words today.
Is it okay if we go downstairs
and learn the name of everything in your room?
Knock yourself out.
But stay away from the top drawer in my nightstand.
It's only for Mommy.
Your boyfriend wants a baby.
Oh, you are out of your pickled alcoholic mind.
You know, he's never around babies,
so he just thinks of it as a toy.
As soon as he breaks a couple parts off, he'll lose interest.
I don't know.
Let's check in on them, shall we?
Uncle Ben worries that you're lonely
and that maybe you could use a little cousin to play with.
It's a special burden being right all the time.
T-This is crazy.
He's never said anything about wanting a baby before.
You need to talk to him.
Yeah, I will, but this is stupid.
I mean, even if I wanted one, he knows I'm like 100.
Hey, you might still have a couple pterodactyl eggs
rolling around in that prehistoric womb of yours.
Alright, I guess I deserve that
for all the jokes I made about your wrinkled uterus.
You said my cervix was where they filmed "Golden Girls."
Oh, yeah.
Ssss!
Well? How's my stew?
Jiminy Cricket on a cracker, this is good!
Well, you feel like you got this?
- You bet. - 'Cause it's opening day.
And just remember, you're the only thing
standing between me and sleeping on the street.
And it's not just me... it's Becky and her baby,
and I'm pretty sure we're on the hook
for a prosthetic finger for Barry.
Uh, yeah, I put every dime I've got into this place.
It's all on you, buddy.
Go get 'em!
Okay.
Oop.
Hey, Dad, where you going?
Somebody called me to bid on a job.
Can't it wait? I mean, your dad just died.
It takes time to process something like that.
You're right.
There, processed.
Men are all over the map.
My dad buries all his emotions,
and you giggle like a pothead watching SpongeBob
when you're with the baby.
Oh.
Becky actually thought...
you're gonna love this...
that you want to have a baby with me.
Come on, laugh along with me.
Wouldn't you love to have a baby?
God, no. They're soul-sucking monsters.
Okay, I can see you're on the fence.
Ben, I-I-I'm broke.
I've already got two kids,
and we're trying to start a business.
This is literally the worst possible time.
Oh, well, uh, you know, 10 years from now,
when we regret not doing it, will be a worse time.
I'm willing to live with your regrets.
Come on!
We could have a great baby.
A baby that's half me and half you
would be smart and funny and...
whatever you bring to the table.
Why are you dropping this bomb on me now?
I... guess I always knew I wanted a baby.
It's just that now we're back together,
and things are going so great between us,
having a baby would make it that much better.
That just proves you know nothing
about how hard it is to raise a kid.
I mean, you've never been dog-tired
because the baby won't sleep or worried out of your mind
because you've never seen a fever that high.
And then there's all the emotional stuff,
when they're crying their eyes out
because they were bullied
or they weren't invited to the cool party.
Well, since it's half my kid,
it's getting invited to the cool parties.
Ben... I love you.
I-I just can't do it again.
Okay, w-well, can't we just talk about it more?
I'm sorry.
I can't go back to the beginning.
Come on in!
But if you're selling something, we, uh...
well, we probably already have it.
Wow. Hey. Dan Conner.
You called me about a drywall job?
Yeah.
I'm Ed.
Did your cleaning lady take the week off,
or is she somewhere underneath all this?
Funny guy.
It was my dad's house, and he, uh, just died.
Yeah, he was all... screwed up towards the end.
He was living in this.
I'm sorry.
When you get old, you get a little eccentric.
I got chickens in my backyard.
I never thought I'd be that guy.
No, I know what kind of guy you are...
bro.
Is there a problem?
You seem a little pissed off.
I have the right to be... Dan.
I'm Ed's son... Ed Jr.
Got it now... big bro?
Little Ed.
It's been like 20 years.
Why didn't you just tell me that on the phone?
Because I knew you wouldn't come.
So you decided to ambush me instead?
You didn't even know our dad was sick.
While you were off living your carefree life,
my sister and I dropped everything to take care of him
until the day he died with nothing.
Looks like he died with everything.
What do you want from me?
I don't have enough money to fix this place up so I can sell it.
You're gonna help me fix it.
You owe me.
I don't owe you a damn thing.
I don't owe him a damn thing.
He was a lowlife son of a bitch
who treated me and my mother like garbage his whole life.
That's exactly what my dad said you'd say.
Told me you were a liar who only cared about himself.
Well, he must've been looking in the mirror when he said that.
Oh, really?
If you're such a great guy, how come you never even tried once
to get in touch with him or me?!
I did! I did!
Boy.
I got to hand it to the old man.
Nobody could sell a load of crap better than that guy!
You know something?
I didn't feel anything when I found out he died.
Now I feel pretty good about it.
You better shut your mouth, or I'm gonna shut it for you.
Are you threatening me?
'Cause I can knock you stupid
with about eight things within arm's reach.
Let's throw, old times.
Bring it.
You hit the king, you better kill him.
Not worth it.
I didn't think so.
You know what?
I'm taking this microwave 'cause you wasted my time.
And all the TV Guides inside.
Dwight! Open the damn door!
Go away, Jackie. I can't talk to you.
He's still in there?
If we don't get him cooking soon,
people are gonna start leaving
and we're not gonna get them back.
Thanks for the tip, master of the obvious!
Let me try.
Uh, Dwight, Jackie's gone.
What's going on?
I got the jitters.
What's that?
I'm sweating, my heart's pounding,
and I feel like I'm fixin' to die.
You know, the jitters.
It's a panic attack.
Okay, you go back out front. I got this.
Don't make me go out there!
It's getting ugly.
We've armed them with forks and knives!
Dwight?
Dwight, you might not know this, but I am formerly
Lanford's number-one professional life coach,
and my clinical training is in the jitters.
Okay.
Okay, first, we're gonna calm you down.
I want you to take a short breath,
followed by a very long exhale.
Good. Good!
You keep doing that.
Now, Dwight, what is going on?
I don't think I can do this job.
Why? Everything I've tasted so far has been fantastic!
It's not the cooking. It's the baseball.
Of course it is.
Been anxious my whole life.
Baseball was an escape...
'til I got into the minor leagues.
I was a pitcher for the Midland Rockhounds,
and I was so good
that they scheduled me to pitch on opening day.
Uh-huh. Okay.
Restaurant folding up outside, but go on. Continue.
Before the game, the manager says,
"Everyone's depending on you."
My head started spinning.
And then when you said, "It's all on you"...
- Oh. - ...started getting the same feeling.
Oh, Dwight. I'm getting it now.
- No, no, no. No, no! Exhale! - No, no. I'm getting it now.
Dwight. Dwight. Exhale.
Dwight! Dwight!
You're picturing yourself on a beach.
It's quiet. You're alone.
And no one needs anything from you.
People are leaving!
We're dying out here, Jackie!
We're on a private beach, Becky!
What do you want?
I got to thinking
about the quality family time we spent together today,
and I remembered I had something at the house
I always wanted to give to you.
10 letters I wrote to you and your sister,
all sent to the last house you lived in...
all returned
with "Not at this address" written on them.
Recognize the handwriting?
Yeah.
I guess it looks like my dad's. So what?
He wanted to keep us apart.
I abandoned him for what he did to me.
But I never wanted to abandon you.
I don't know what to do with any of this.
You want me to hate him like you do, and I can't.
He was a...
He was a good dad to me.
Hey, you're lucky.
You can miss your dad.
Doesn't feel lucky.
Thanks for these.
Yeah.
Hey.
There's about four years' worth of "Happy birthdays" in there.
I got to admit, I took out all the scratchers and tried 'em.
I won millions.
But I blew it all on private jets,
dinners with Madonna.
Chick eats like a horse.
Madonna joke.
Fresh.
Hey, want to go grab a few beers,
maybe get something to eat?
You paying?
I'm not trying to act like a big shot,
but you're looking at a guy
who's getting free stew for a week.
Dwight's back on the grill. Sorry for the delay, everybody.
Dessert's on us.
How'd you get him out?
Well, a panic attack is a downward spiral
of fear and panic.
The more fear, the more panic.
So one way to break the cycle is you get them
to mindfully focus on something that holds their attention.
So what did you do?
I told him he was on a private beach
that had a topless life coach.
You showed him your boobs?
Uh... I can't say.
Life coach-client privilege.
But, uh...
...he thought they were amazing.
I want a hamster, and Doctor Woofy agrees.
Mary should have a hamster.
I need your car! Quick!
- Why? - I got to get to work.
Who cares? I have a unit test.
Everyone else in the world has a hamster but me!
Just give me the keys.
Alright, when was the Battle of Antietam?
1862. Ask me something hard.
I'm gonna lose my job if I don't go now!
Food's coming, Beverly Rose. Food's coming.
Boy, you look like you're having fun.
Yeah.
Hey, I like a challenge.
Uh, you know, you could've texted me.
Could've. I didn't need to.
I don't have time for this. I got to get to work.
Keys.
I know you're not going to work with those shoes.
You're going to a party.
Uh-huh.
Here.
Feed Lil Bev, and I'll pay for your Uber.
Good catch for an amateur.
Mm.
Alright, you two are gonna go upstairs.
You're gonna study. I'll quiz you later.
You're gonna write down all 10 reasons
why a puppet dog would like a hamster,
and then you're gonna send it to your dad.
Oh, man.
You're right. This is, uh... This is hard.
But I, uh, think I handled myself pretty well.
You did... for 10 minutes.
Try doing it by yourself for nine years.
But you wouldn't be doing it by yourself this time.
We'd be doing it together.
Yeah, that's what David said.
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm made of tougher stuff than David.
Alright?
I don't run when things get hard.
I walk slowly, like I'm leaving the room to get something.
And in case you need more convincing,
you asked David to watch your kids for a second.
He went to South America for nine years.
You cheated on me.
You broke my heart.
I'm still here.
Mm.
What's that?
A contract.
Says that I will think about having a baby.
Oh, my God!
Well, this... this is fantastic!
Now, I'm just gonna think about it.
And only if you agree that if we do have a baby...
or babies, God forbid...
and you bail, then you get sole custody.
Well, I will sign that.
Uh, wait a second.
You're giving me Harris and Mark, too?
That's right... punitive damages.
Alright, our first day is officially over.
Becky, how'd we do?
Not counting credit cards...
...$1,100!
Hey, everybody.
This is Ed.
Hey, everybody.
Hey.
Hi, Ed.
Uh, are you working with my grandpa?
Yeah, we're... doing a little project.
That's cool.
So I'll probably see you around.
Hey, Harris.
Yes?
You just hit on your great-uncle.
Oh, my... Oh, my G...
I-I-I'm so sorry.
What's a matter, Harris?
Yer kinfolk ain't good enough fer ya?
You touch her, I'll kill you.
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