7th Heaven (1996–2007): Season 9, Episode 1 - Dropping Trou - full transcript

Okay, now... good.

All right... smile.

Okay, one,
two, three.

You know, I went to school
the first day

with Matt, with Mary,
with Simon,

with Lucy and with Ruthie.

They must have
been big babies.

Yeah, we're men.

Yeah.

Yeah, we men
are headed off

to the first day
of kindergarten.



Did you tell them
to tell me not to go?

No, of course not.

They... they wanted Daddy
to take them

the first day to school--
didn't you, guys?

Yeah.

We want Daddy.

Come on.

I mean, you took Matt and Mary

and Lucy and Simon and Ruthie.

Let... let me take them.

Okay.

All right, I'll see you later.

All right.

Oh, keys?



Th-They're upstairs.

I'll get them.

We'll wait outside.

'Cause that's what men do.

Right.

So, first day
of high school-- excited?

No.

Scared?

No.

So, how are you feeling?

Angry.

At Peter?

'Cause Peter
can't help it

if his family had to move closer
to his dad's work.

But that duplex is...
it's the perfect setup for them,

and he'll be around--
you'll see.

He's just busy
getting settled in.

I'm not angry at Peter.

I'm angry at Martin.

Why can't he take me to school?

Well, I'm sure there
will be plenty

of other times when he will,

but, you know, he just
got his license and his car,

and he wants to go
with his friends.

I could take you.

I'm taking the boys
to kindergarten.

No, thanks.

I'll let Kevin and Lucy
drop me off.

That should be
embarrassing enough.

I'm off.

Good-bye.

Uh... I'll see you there.

Are those
new jeans?

Uh... new school clothes.

My aunt sent them to me.

Kind of baggy, aren't they?

Uh, yeah,

but I promised her
I'd wear them,

and she thinks
they're cool, so...

She's a designer.

Is there a rule at school
about baggy jeans?

Um, I think they'd have to be
a lot baggier than this

to, uh, break any rules.

See you.

Wow, I hope those
don't fall off.

That would be embarrassing, huh?

We're ready to go.

Where's Lucy?

Looking for pants?

I don't know
what the big deal is.

She looks beautiful.
She just needs bigger pants.

You were talking about
me, weren't you?

You want your mom
to take you shopping

for maternity clothes, Luce?

She's had a lot of experience.

Sure... when I need maternity
clothes, she can do that.

Right now, I'm just fine.

Okay.

There's no use putting this off.

Let's go.

Good morning.

I'm going shopping for
some things I'll need at school.

Ha-Have you heard from Cecilia?

How's the vacation going?

I haven't heard from her.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

Maybe I will,
maybe I won't, Dad.

She's... she's been gone
like 24 hours.

Yeah, but you two have been
so close all summer.

We've hardly seen you, so I know
you must miss her, huh?

Bye.

Here you go.

You sure you don't
want me to take them?

I'm sure.
Okay.

They changed their minds.
They want you to take them.

I knew it!

My two babies.

Come on...
come on, come on.

Um...

Sam! David!

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

I'm real sorry.

I'm real sorry, too.

What happened?

A girl was gonna
hit him, so I hit her.

Then, she cried.

So I tried
to hug her.

Then, she screamed.

So I decided
to run.

Then, I ran
after him.

So the teacher
ran after us.

Then, we ran faster
and faster.

So she ran faster.

Then, she fell down.

So we kept
on running.

Then, we got tired.

So we hid in the bathroom.

Then, the teacher found us.

So she wrote you a letter.

The end.
The end.

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Um, this is Georgia.

She's a friend of mine
from school.

I ran into her
while I was shopping.

I didn't know you were home.

We were just leaving.

Oh, well, uh, it's nice

to meet you, Georgia.

Could I talk to you
in the living room, Simon?

Mom, I'm... I'm kind of busy.

Oh, it'll only take a sec.

Excuse us, Georgia.

Look, I could be wrong
here, but it looks as if

the two of you were upstairs
and you weren't expecting

the boys and me to
be back so early,

and now you're trying to
sneak out of the house.

Yeah, I-I didn't know the boys
got out of school so soon.

That is not the point.

The point is...

the point
I... that...

that is the point.

What-what were you
doing upstairs?

And what happened to Cecilia?

She's on vacation.

So you just, what, brought over

some other young woman
that you know from school

and took her upstairs
a-and did what?

Well, that's kind of personal.

How personal?

Mom, I... I'm a grown man.

What I do in my room is...
it's personal.

Well, maybe this
isn't the time to discuss this.

I'd like to wait till your
father gets home, and then...

just, you know, sit down
and talk about it.

About what?

Mom...

Georgia and I
are over 18 years old.

We're adults.

Okay, I don't feel like sitting
down and having a chat

with you and Dad about what
we are or are not doing.

Are you having sex with Georgia?

Y...

you know, Mom, I'm gonna plead
the Fifth Amendment.

Mom...

I need a time-out.

You know, we'll
continue this

when your father
gets home.

Uh, I-I'm-I'm not
sure I understand.

It's the first day
of high school.

Sometimes students...

Talk to me.

I think what your father
wants to know

and what we'd all like
to know, Ruthie, is...

did you have a reason
to do that?

Maybe you had a bet
with someone

or you did it on a dare?

Was it a dare?

Did someone make you do that?

I don't know!

I just did it because I felt
like doing it.

Just leave me alone!

Hi.

♪ ♪

What are you doing here?

Just... visiting.

Uh, did Kevin call you and ask
you to fly out here?

No, he didn't.

Since I didn't work
at the clinic this summer,

I just kinda missed being here,

thought I'd visit you,
see how you're doing.

How ya doin'?

Well, I was doing fine

until someone started sharing
our pregnancy with my brother.

No one is sharing
your pregnancy,

but hey, just so you know,

a lot of women share more
with their husbands.

Sometimes they even
drive them crazy

with sharing
the first few months.

Really? Do they?

You would know...?

I'm a doctor.

No, you're not.

Not... technically,

but I do know a lot about
pregnancy and expectant mothers.

I've delivered a few babies
or helped,

so if while I'm here,
you want to talk...

One, I don't have time to talk.

I've got classes, I'm trying
to graduate this semester.

And two, I don't want to talk.

Well, I'd like to have a word
with Kevin,

but I don't want to talk to you.

Then talk to Kevin, that's good.
You should talk to your husband.

Tell him everything
you're feeling,

share your experience with him.

Now I get it.

Now I get it.

Kevin called you because
I'm not sharing with him.

What, is that it?

Well, tell Kevin,

Mr. Smarty Doctor Pants,

that I don't need him
to call my brother

and ask him to talk to me
about talking to him

because maybe I don't want to
talk about every little moment

of my pregnancy!

Okay, uh, it's just that, um...

It's just that what?

Uh...

...I think your pants fell off.

Whew.

I don't understand why
she would do that,

but, you know,

recent studies of the
brain show that--

you're probably gonna find
this very interesting,

'cause I-I really think
this applies here--

the brain of the teenager
is actually lacking

in development in the
area of the brain

that makes decisions.

What?
It's true.

There's a scientific reason
why teenagers sometimes

don't connect their
actions with results,

and that's what keeps them

from making rational
decisions sometimes.

I don't believe this.
You're making excuses for her.

I'm not making excuses.
I'm just, you know,

exploring some possibilities
as to what really happened.

I know what really happened.

She pants'd me
in from of my friends

in a hallway filled
with students,

all because I didn't give her
a ride to school.

She just wanted to embarrass me.

Okay, but if you-- if you
followed what I was saying

about the brain, she probably
wasn't thinking at all.

Just acted on impulse,
and it was childish

and no one saw the humor in it.

And now Ruthie's upset
that she did it,

and she's embarrassed.

She's embarrassed?
What about me?

I mean, I know I'm not your son,

but I expected a little sympathy
and understanding.

But hey, maybe your brain's
not working either.

Maybe your whole family has
brain problems.

Hey, ready to call
it a day?

Yeah, I am,

but unless they let me out
of detention,

I'm gonna be here
for another hour or two...

every day for the rest
of the week.

My day has been bad enough,

so just leave me alone, okay?

I left my suitcase.

I didn't want to come back
for it without you.

No problem,
Lucy's at class.

Hi. Aren't you
in the wrong house?

We came up here for
some privacy.

Sorry.

You want privacy,
get a room.

Maybe we will.

Hi, I'm, um, Simon's
brother, Matt.

Oh, you're the--
the one in med school.

Right.

Hi, I'm Kevin Kinkirk,

married to Simon's
sister, Lucy.

We live here.

Oh, the cop... hi.

And you are...?

I'm Georgia.

Um, Simon and I know each
other from school.

Nice to meet you.

But if you don't mind,
we'd like to talk
to Simon, alone.

About?

About a lot of things.

A lot of things
are personal, Matt.

A lot of things are none
of your business.

Maybe it's not
Kevin's business,

but this is my
business, Simon.

And this is my apartment,
so no offense to anyone,

but my apartment, my business.

Could you just give me
a second with Simon?

I don't think so,
because again, I live here.

What is going on?

Great, is this more
of your family?

I forgot my
suitcase.

Uh, and I forgot
to ask you, uh,

how long are you
in town for?

Uh, two weeks--

give or take
a little.

And are you spending
the entire two weeks

here with the family?

Uh, well, I was
just wondering

if you're gonna go do
something fun,

like the beach
or the mountains.

Europe.

Mmm.

Europe doesn't like
us right now.

Where's your wife?

At home, in New
York, working.

We can take separate
vacations, you know.

It's healthy.

They were here
when we got here.

Why don't you two guys go
outside and talk,

since you're big buddies now,
and, uh,

I'll stay here and talk
to Simon and...?

I'm...
Oh, this is... this
is Georgia.

Hi.

Look, we had
nowhere else to go,

and we didn't think
that you'd mind us being

up here when you
were at class,

so it's-- it's
not a big deal.

Hey, let's just go.

Ah, not so fast.

Now, I've got something
to say about you guys

helping yourself
to my apartment.

Do you want to end up like this?

Chubby?

Pregnant.

Oh.

Oh, well...

no.

I didn't think so.

Look, we're not gonna
get pregnant.

Okay, we were just talking.

Mmm.

We were.

Save it for Mom and Dad.

You're talking to a pregnant
woman, sonny.

Now get out of here
and don't come back ever,

when Kevin and I
aren't home, and...

keep your hands off each other
until you're married.

Don't worry;
we'll be back to school

in a couple of weeks.

I can't believe I broke
up with you.

I'm crazy about you.

I've missed you
all summer.

Simon, Cecilia.

I think those two
are having sex.
Ruthie pants'd Martin

at school today.
What two?
Sam and David,

you know, got sent a note
home from school.
Simon and Cecilia--

they're not having sex.
They promised.
They kicked a
girl, made her cry,

They hit a girl?
and then ran away
from the teacher.

Wait, isn't Cecilia
on vacation?
Pants'd?

What-what is
pantsing?

It's not Cecilia.

What!?
What!?

You go first.

I... I heard the word "sex."

Well, I came home
from picking

Sam and David up from school,

and I was reading this note
from their teacher

and I heard footsteps.

So I went out to see
what was going on,
and Simon is there

with this girl he brought home
from school, Georgia,

and it looks like they've
had, you know...

upstairs in his room.

And I asked him about
it, and he said it was

none of my business,
that he was a grown man.

What happened to Cecilia?

Did you hear what he said?

He said it was none
of my business.

My own son said that his life
is none of my business.

Not just his life,
but his sex life--

if he's having sex and
I think he is--

a day after his girlfriend
goes on vacation.

Who is he?

I'm gonna talk to him.

Yes, please do, and then
talk to the twins.

Oh, what?

Well, their first day

and they're not going
back to school again.

They want to stay home
with Mommy, where it's safe.

What?

Maybe I should have taken them.

Well, you can take them
tomorrow-- should be fun.

And what did you say Ruthie did,
something to do with pants?

She pulled Martin's pants down

in front of an entire hallway
filled with students.

It's not funny.

No, no one laughed.

Well, then they don't
have a sense of humor.

You know I hate to say it,

but he shouldn't have been
wearing those baggy pants.

Well, then why didn't
you tell him that?

Oh, what's this--
it's my fault, too, huh?

No, you know, if he had just
given her a ride this morning,

this probably would never
have happened.

Don't, don't do it.
All right, don't go there.

Don't-don't blame Martin,

'cause he's already angry
with me.

Because?
Because he thinks

I was more concerned about
Ruthie and how she's feeling

than about him and
how he's feeling,

which isn't true at all.

I was just trying to
explain that...

Go on.

I was just trying
to explain to him

that Ruthie made a bad
decision, but...

Oh, geez, not the teen brain
thing again.

You can't blame everything
on the teen brain.

It's a very real...

Don't say it, don't say it,
don't say it.

It may be real, but it's just
turned into a big excuse.

Now every time a teen does
something wrong,

they can blame it
on their brain.

Well, don't you put that idea
into Ruthie's head,

or into Martin's head.

Oh, right, you've already put it
into Martin's head.

Well, I will talk to him.

Uh, thanks, but I'll talk
to Martin

and you can talk to Ruthie.

Oh, because, let me guess,
she's not talking to you.

Where is our daughter,
by the way?

Detention.

Oh, Eric!
Detention?

You didn't let her get detention
on her first day of high school?

I don't know what you wanted me
to do about it.

Well, did you give your teen
brain speech to the counselor?

Uh... well, no.

Well, I... I have a feeling
there'll be other opportunities.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, can I
borrow 50 bucks?

For?

Dinner. I haven't gotten my last
paycheck from Cecilia's father,

and I want to go out.

Taking the whole family out?

No. No, just me and Georgia.

You saw her outside.

Yes, I, uh... I saw her.

Wasn't introduced,
but, uh, yeah, I saw her.

Saw you both, and, uh,
my wife-- your, you know,

your mother-- was wondering,
uh, are you having sex?

Look, Dad, I-I really don't want
the-the credit card charge,

and I don't want to use my ATM.

Can I just borrow
the 50 bucks, please?

No. Are you having sex?

I just want to
take her to dinner.

So you can have sex?

No.

Guys don't have
to do that anymore.

Don't have to do what?

Dad, if-if you want to have sex,

you just hook up with a...
with a woman, you know?

You don't have
to buy her dinner.

Oh.
It's not like it was

back in the '20s,
you know.

The 50 bucks is just for food,
okay, it's just food.

It's nothing to do with sex,
and just so you know,

she's pitching in her own 50
bucks for her side of the meal.

Try the '60s.

And... Yeah, and, you know,
I would... I'd like...

Wait. So it's... it's a
hundred-dollar dinner?

Are you insane?

You know, I-I'd like
to take my wife--

your mother-- out
for that kind of dinner,

but we don't have
that kind of money.

That's why... That's why
we eat at home.

Oh, and because we're-we're...

We spent our money
to send you to college.

Dad, I help pay for college, and
I have a partial scholarship.

When did you get that?

Um, I applied for it
at the end of the school year.

I just found out over summer.

And you-you didn't tell me

and-and your mother because...?

Well, I mean,
it's not that much money, Dad.

It's only, like,
a fourth of my tuition.

A fourth of your tuition
is a lot of money.

I... Were-Were you just going to
keep on taking the checks

I'm sending you
without telling me?

No, Dad,
I was going to tell you.

When? When were you going
to tell me?

I just told you. You just...
You know, forget it.

I'm really sorry
that I asked.

Okay, I'll just take the
money out of my savings

like I did
the last time...

I...
You just... You can just
forget about it, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
The-The last time?

You've done this
before? When?

We drove down a couple
of times from school.

Well...

Well, I took her
to this restaurant

on our anniversary, and...
the night I met her parents,

and now we want to go back
and just celebrate

that we're getting
back together.

I-I don't recall your being
here during the school year.

That's 'cause
I didn't stop by here.

You-You went to
meet her parents,

but you didn't bring her by
here to meet your parents?

Her parents wanted to meet me.

Well, maybe we
would have liked

to have met her, had
we known about her.

Dad, I'm young, okay?

I'm gonna have a lot
of relationships.

I'm really sorry, but I can't
introduce you to all of them.

But you drove hours from school.

You were in the neighborhood.

You-You didn't come by here?

Yeah.

Okay. What about Cecilia?

What happened with Cecilia?

God, Dad.

No. Simon, I'd love an answer,

and-and I-I-I... I have
a few more questions.

Quite a few more questions.

I have a lot of questions--
dozens, hundreds, maybe.

Can we talk about this later?

No. Sit down... please.

I'd rather stand.

You know, it's like you've been
avoiding me all summer.

You-You've worked late,
you've gotten up late.

You're off to work
before I get home.

You're gone all weekend
with Cecilia.

Let's talk.

I just... I just...
I just want to know

what's going on with
you, 'cause evidently,

I've missed a lot, and

right now, I just...
I feel completely overwhelmed

with this new knowledge.

So, come on, sit down.

Let's sort some of this out.

Could...?

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

I have to pick your sister up
at school... from detention.

But I'd like to have dinner
with you and your friend

if you'd like, here,
and then, later, we can all...

We can all talk,

okay, about a
lot of things.

And then when, uh...
what's-what's her name?

Georgia.

When... All right,
when Georgia goes home,

then we can talk about Cecilia,
and we can talk about you.

You know, you and school,
you and... money,

you and...

sex...

and you and life.

Okay? We need to talk.

I guess you've seen
all this stuff.

Yeah.

I kind of prefer
the mystery,

rather than the
actual photographs.

Hi.

When did you get here?

A couple hours ago.

What-What are you doing here?

Bonding.

Hi.

Hi.

Look, um, Mom, I'm not
trying to shut you out.

Hmm.

I'm just trying
to grow up.

I know you're
trying, Simon...

But I can help
you with that.

Your dad can help
you with that, your
family can help you.

You know, you don't have
to do it alone.

You don't have to grow up
overnight.

It's a process, a long process.

I know, Mom.

Well, dinner should be ready
in about an hour.

Would you mind
if I skipped dinner tonight?

I'd actually really like

to talk to Georgia
and have dinner with her.

It's-It's... it's important.

Okay, Simon.

Thanks.

I can handle this.

You can go down to the
church like you planned.

I'm sure you can handle this,

but I think we ought
to handle this together,

since what created
this situation is

our handling this separately.

How many times do
I have to say it?

I didn't know that you
had told him to stay home.

I didn't know anything
about the dinner.

And this is not

about what I did
or didn't do.

This is about
what Simon did.

Eight, nine, ten.

Okay, say what
you want to say.

We're not going
to get anywhere divided,

so can't we just
stick together as a team?

We're much stronger that way.

Yeah, you say that, but
what you really mean is,

you don't think I can
handle this by myself.

Come on, honey.
Let's not argue, okay?

You're right. Let's not.

Why don't you go talk to
Ruthie, and I'll talk to Martin?

I think he just walked
through here with a tent.

Well...?

Well-Well, I just wanted
to think through

what I wanted
to say to her first.

What are you going
to say to her?

I know... I know
what I'm gonna say to her.

I'll go with you.

Hmm?

We're not gonna
get anywhere divided,

so can't we just stick
together as a team?

Yeah, well, that's what
you say, but what you
mean is...

Why don't you go check
on Martin and his tent?

What happened to that?

Have you seen Kevin and Matt?

Well, not since dinner.

Weren't they going
down to the pool hall?

Well, that's where they said
they were going to be,

but they're not down there.
I looked.

Is something wrong?

I don't like the two of them
hanging out together.

Matt thinks he's a doctor.

Well, he's...

Not a doctor.

And-And
he's giving Kevin advice,

and Kevin is telling him stuff
that he's not telling me,

and-and if I want anyone to know
anything, I will tell them.

Honey...

Never mind.

I don't have time for this.

I've got a paper to write.

But if they do come here,

kindly tell my husband
to come home.

She... I mean,
she's just so overwhelmed,

and-and she won't
let anyone help her.

I-I told her
I had once written a paper

like the one she has due,
but she doesn't want my help.

That's because it's
not about the paper.

It's-it's about the baby, but
she doesn't want to admit that,

so until she's
willing to admit it,

no one can help
her, not even me.

So, why don't I go up
and talk to Ruthie?

At least that'll
make me feel useful.

Uh, if you're
looking for Lucy,

she's headed
for the garage.

I'm looking for you.

What are you doing out here?

Matt's home.

I'm gonna let him have the room
to himself,

and I just wanted some time
away from everyone.

Um, does everyone include me?

Mm. No offense.

Yeah. None taken.

Tough being away from your dad
for so long, huh?

I'm sorry if I didn't seem
concerned about you today.

What Ruthie did was wrong,
and I know that.

Does she know that?

Oh, of course, yeah,
she knows that.

Does she?

She didn't apologize.

I'm sure she will.

You remember your first day
of high school, right?

Oh. I can see
where you're going with this.

I guess you can.
I-I mean, I can.

But just so you know...

I'd fall into the
same trap with Ruthie,

even if you were Simon or Matt.

She was, uh, the baby in the
family for a long time, and...

it's hard for me as a parent
to make that transition

to her being a young adult.

And now that I say that
out loud, I admit,

I may be part of the problem

of her not seeing herself
as a young adult,

and not taking responsibility
for doing what she did.

And it's just... you know,
it's-it's...

It's tough for dads
and teenage girls.

Oh, there I go again.
I'm making another excuse.

Okay.

What she did was wrong,
and she needs to apologize.

Annie's talking
to her right now.

And she'll... she'll probably
be out here any minute

to set things straight,
but in the meantime...

I apologize
for not supporting you

while I was supporting her.

I care about you, Martin.

And... I mean, I think

you're a... a very responsible,

reasonable young man,

and, you know,
we love having you here.

Even if you think

we all have problems
with our brains.

Yeah, sorry about that.

And thanks.

I mean, most of the time,
I love being here,

and I really appreciate
your letting me stay here.

I just need to be by myself
tonight.

Yeah, I'll leave the back door
unlocked when I go to bed,

just in case
you change your mind.

What?

Nothing, I was out in the
backyard talking to Martin

and just thought I'd walk over.

I have a paper to write.

I know, I know.

Still don't want my help?

I'm quite capable
of finishing it

on my own, but thanks.

You're really something,
you know.

You're finishing college.

Starting a family.

Wow.

Go on.

I just...

I admire you.

Because I'm finishing college

and starting a family?

Yeah, it's a lot to deal with.

Mm-hmm.

How are things with Kevin?

They're fine.
I can handle it, okay?

Being a wife and a student
while I'm pregnant-- it's fine.

Other students have done it
under worse conditions.

Kevin must be a big help.

What does he got to do with it?

Well, I mean, he must

really be supportive
and helpful.

I mean,

he's always been

supportive and helpful, right?

I don't think he has
anything to do with this.

I mean, except for the fun part.

Okay.

I'm doing this myself,
by myself.

It's not like he can
have the baby for me

or finish my degree
for me, right?

Well, no, but, uh,

I-I-I do know that he would
do anything to help you

while you're having the baby
and finishing your degree.

Maybe I don't need him
to help me with anything.

I just meant if you
ever do need any help.

You think I'm overwhelmed,
don't you?

What?

You think, "Oh, poor, crazy Lucy

"got herself pregnant
before she got out of school.

"Now she's got papers to write,

a husband to deal with
and her pants don't fit."

Well, let me tell
you something, Dad,

I'm capable of doing it all.

I am capable of finishing
my degree, of having our baby,

of being a wife and a mother.

And I can still find time

to fill in where Chandler
left off at the church.

Only you can't ask for
any help, especially mine,

because you still see me
as an overemotional teenager

and you don't take me seriously.

Otherwise, you would have given
me Chandler's job when he left.

You think I can't be the
associate pastor just

because I'm in school
and having a baby?

Is that what you think?

Well, you must think
something like that.

Otherwise, you would
have offered me the job.

Hi, this is Eric Camden.

I was supposed to meet my son
and his girlfriend for dinner,

and I forgot the restaurant.

C-Can you

tell me if he's there,
Simon Camden?

You hungry?

Why?

Oh, 9:00, excellent, excellent.

We still have time.
Thank you.

Yeah, I was thinking that

anyone who pays $100
for a meal eats late.

Let's go have dinner
with Simon and Georgia.

Well, I was just
getting ready for bed.

Oh, stay up, come on.
Don't you feel like a steak?

I do.

I feel like a steak.

And I feel like having dinner

with our son and
whoever Georgia is.

Now, let's not wait until he
gets home and try to talk

to him, while we're thinking
that what we'd really like to do

is roll up a newspaper
and pummel him.

No, let's... let's go have

a steak with him
in a neutral setting.

It's always good to be
in a neutral setting.

Okay, it's a really
good idea and I like it,

but I have bad news for you.

I don't think we have $100.

$40, maybe.

You go change and...
I'll find the money.

Okay, partner, let's do it.

Do you think Lucy should
go to work at the church?

As the associate pastor?

She wants to and I told her
I'd think about it.

Oh, I don't know.

W-We can talk about
that in the car.

Really? Associate pastor, now?

Yeah.

Ah!

I'm sorry we missed you
at the pool hall.

We decided to just
drive around instead.

And talk?

Yeah.

You know,
I'm sorry if I've been difficult

to talk to these
past few months.

I had it in my head that
I just needed to kind of

stand by and do
whatever you asked,

but that was putting you
in a position

to have to ask
and that was wrong.

What did you talk about?

Just guy stuff.

How it's difficult,
you know, to be a husband.

Not that difficult.

The difficulties
of being a husband.

Not the difficulties.

The challenges.
Yeah, that's it.

The challenges of
being a good husband.

I just wanna be a good
husband and a good father.

Challenges like...?

Like, I know you have
to be scared, Luce.

Scared about all the
changes that are going on.

Inside of you,
outside of you...

and yet you seem
to be putting up

this brave front
like nothing has changed.

Like nothing's
changed between us.

Everything has changed.

I wish I knew how to get you
to talk to me about that.

About what you're feeling.

What about you?

What?

This is easy for me,
considering what you're doing.

I feel like I'm doing
nothing to contribute.

I can't even get you
to complain to me.

You talked more when you
weren't having a baby.

You complained more when
you weren't having a baby.

You cried more when you
weren't having a baby.

Isn't this supposed to be a
very emotional time for you?

Because it seems like it's
just an efficient time for you.

You're finishing college
and you're having a baby.

You're doing it all,
and I'm doing nothing.

Couldn't I do something?

You know, something
other than what I did?

I just wish you and everyone

would stop making such
a big deal out of this.

How? How can I stop making
such a big deal about this?

It's a big deal!

It's the biggest deal ever,

and you're just sitting there
in your regular old pants

thinking nothing's happening.

Something's happening.

I knew this would
come down to my pants.

Why are you and my mother
so interested

in getting me into big pants?

I will be getting the big pants

when I need the big pants.

I got them.

I want the job of associate
pastor at my dad's church,

and I told him tonight.

You want to take that on now?

You know what you can do?

You can support me on that.

I support you.

If that's what you want,
I totally support you.

Who called?

I didn't notice.

Hi, Lucy, this is Myrna
at Dr. Kline's office.

We have a cancellation
for tomorrow, so if you

and Kevin want to come in
a couple days early,

then 4:00 is all yours.

I know you're anxious to
find out the sex of the baby,

so I'm gonna put you down.

See you then.

Knock knock.

Hi, Ruthie.

Look, I regret that...

Yeah, you-you regret that...?

I regret that you wouldn't

give me a ride
my first day of school

and that you have absolutely
no sense of humor.

Hey, how'd it go?

Fine.
I apologized.

Great.

Something's not right.

We'll find out tomorrow.

Where you going?

Uh, we're going out to dinner.

It's, uh, almost 9:00.

Right, we have to get going; uh,
keep an eye Ruthie and the boys.

The boys are in bed, and
Ruthie can pretty much
take care of herself.

I don't mind, but
why are you guys

going out to dinner at 9:00
when you've already had dinner?

We're gonna meet Simon.
Yeah, and we have
to get going.

- Yeah.
- Uh, wait.

Does Simon
know you're meeting him?

I thought you two
were upset that he was

taking this new chick
to this expensive restaurant.

It'll be fine.

No, wait, really.

You're just going to
surprise him?

Yes, we're going
to surprise him.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that I told Simon

I'd like him to have dinner with
us 'cause we'd like to talk.

And since he didn't have dinner
here, we'll have dinner there.

You can't do that.

No, you don't want
to do that, do you?

We do. Don't we?

No, you don't.

I-I know why you're
upset with him.

I mean, besides not
showing up for dinner

and talking to you, I saw them.

They're either having sex

or they're thinking
about having sex,

and you can't stop them.

Well, excuse me for being
the eternal optimist,

but I think that this is a
creative and kind of

lighthearted way of doing
exactly that-- stopping them.

Dad, you know the statistics.

You know how many guys
Simon's age are having sex?

My advice to you--
and not as your son

but as a doctor who deals

with pregnant women
day in and day out--

is talk to him
about responsible sex

and buy him a pack of condoms.

We appreciate
your advice, but...

W-We have to go.

This is a mistake,
a big mistake!