About a Boy (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 4 - About a Bad Girl - full transcript
I'm a strong independent woman.
I live my spirit. I
nurture my truth.
I celebrate... what
are you doing here?
Hi there.
Yeah, I came to
borrow some milk.
Do you have any real milk,
like something from an animal?
- That is real.
- Ah, okay.
What happened to your asiagos?
Well, now that my
finances are influxed,
Richard has told me it's
fiscally irresponsible
to have bagels messengered
from New York every morning,
so what I'm doing
here is I'm cooking!
You're not busy cooking
all day, though, are you?
I mean, generally
you're available.
Not to do things for you, no.
Not for me, for Marcus.
Look, I'm going through
his school forms,
and I need an emergency
contact for him.
Normally, I would
put his dad down.
- Who lives in Antarctica.
- Which is why I'm asking you.
Because I'm awesome and a hero.
No, because you live next door.
I think we both know
it's 'cause I'm a hero.
You understand that you'd
have to be responsible, Will?
You can't just be Will, the
fun neighbor idiot person.
Fun Will and responsible Will
are one and the same, Fiona.
What is it going to take for
you to understand that?
I'm a strong and
independent boy.
- I live my spirit.
- Hey.
Oh, hey, Will. Did you
hear what today is?
"Wear a woman's sweater
to school" day?
- Pew!
- Principal?
No, Princi-pal.
Sweater back on! Sweater
back on, Marcus!
Marcus has been given
the highest honor.
I get to be principal Goldenrod's
assistant for the day.
All right, come on,
mom, we gotta go.
We gotta go check in on the early
morning detention students
and then get in some good
old-fashioned hall monitoring
before first period.
Ah, I am drunk with power.
Bye, Will.
Fiona, you cannot
let him do this.
What are you talking about?
It's a very big deal.
He'll be a pariah!
Principal's assistant?
He might as well be wearing a
sash that says "volunteer narc."
You see, if you were responsible,
Will, really, you would appreciate
that this is a
great opportunity.
And also, don't undermine my
parenting in front of him.
I waited till he went to the car...
you saw that.
The sweater, Will, the sweater.
For your information,
it is unisex.
Nothing about that sweater
is any kind of sex!
Will you just fill
this form in, please?
Thank you.
Be cool, Marcus. Be cool, dude.
- Here we are.
- Oh.
Okay, class, so today's
extra credit is going to be
a hundred-word essay, um...
Sorry, uh, sorry about that.
Ooh.
I got this, Principal G.
All right, check this out.
Oh, uh, I don't...
I don't think you're
supposed to come in here.
What are you in for?
You know, just... just helping
clean Principal G's office.
Were you born with that
brown stuff on your nose,
or did you put it
there yourself?
I got brown on my nose?
Must be from the hot chocolate
I made the principal earlier.
I even put a little bit of
cinnamon in as a fun surprise.
I don't think you're allowed to do that.
It's password protected.
Oh, is it really?
Marcus Bowa, right?
You're getting all As.
Except a "C" in gym.
No shocker there.
Wait, you know my name?
Oh.
As the principal's
assistant for the day,
I have to respectfully ask
you to get off his computer.
Okay.
So, Shea Garcia-Miller, is it
true what they say about you?
- What?
- Nothing, just that, uh,
just that you got kicked out
of your last three schools.
That you have a
boyfriend in jail.
That you can make a teacher
cry using only your words?
That you once ate
a live squirrel?
Once I ate a seventh grader
wearing a woman's sweater.
Just kidding, pasty. Calm down.
Okay, Principal Nimrod
has lame taste in music.
Let's get some good
stuff on here.
Do you like the Sex Pistols?
Uh, those are two things that are
not permitted in my household.
I think this school
needs a dance break.
Huh? Wait, that's the PA system.
If you turn it on, the
whole school will hear...
- That's the point, pasty.
- Oh, um...
I really think you
should turn that off.
Woo!
What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks
is going on in here?
Who's responsible?
- Uh, I...
- Me! I did it.
It was me.
And you were my
favorite Princi-pal.
Officially, you're in trouble,
but I can't tell you I'm not a
tiny bit proud of you, man.
I mean, that was a
bold move, Marcus.
I didn't know you had it in you.
And I applaud your
choice of music.
I mean, clearly I'm having more
of a positive influence...
I didn't do it.
Yeah, yeah, that
makes more sense.
This girl did it. This
girl I don't even know.
Shea Garcia-Miller.
We were in the Principal's
office together,
and she turned on the music
and started dancing.
It's like... it's like I was
in a trance, I was hypnotized.
Marcus, I know exactly
what's going on here.
Did I accidentally take drugs?
Because one time I doubled
up on my multi-vitamins
and... My day was a blur.
You, my Lilliputian
friend, have a crush.
Big time! A real teenage crush.
I do?
Okay, okay, this
is exciting stuff.
All right, first off,
are you getting any indication
whatsoever that she likes you back?
Hmm, I don't think so.
Oh, wait! She called me pasty.
Okay, that's gonna be
tough for me to spin.
Uh, what kind of vibe
is she throwing at you?
Huh. Oh, she's a
year older than me.
- Mm-hmm.
- She's possibly a criminal.
And she has a boyfriend,
but I think he's in jail.
Oh, oh, Marcus, no,
she's a bad girl.
Dude, no, this is not
gonna end well for you.
Bad girls are great at...
Some stuff...
But sooner or later,
you're gonna regret it.
I... you gotta cut bait now.
Meaning what?
You think I should tell
Principal Goldenrod the truth?
I'm afraid so.
Okay, but can we maybe not tell my
mom about the whole "Shea" part?
Oh, we can not tell your mom
anything, ever, about anything.
- All right. Bro code of silence?
- Bro code of silence.
I am a strong and
independent boy.
I live my spirit.
- I celebrate...
- Are you talking to yourself?
Oh. Hey. What are
you doing here?
They're saying I popped
a teacher's tires.
Did you?
- Look, it doesn't matter if you did
it if the man thinks you did it.
Did you get in trouble?
Well... My mom was pretty mad.
What about your dad?
My dad lives in Antarctica.
We're not in touch as much as I
like during penguin mating season.
I got kicked out of
my last two schools.
Not three.
I don't have a
boyfriend in jail.
Can I make a teacher cry
using only my words?
Yeah.
And, no, I never ate
a live squirrel.
I'm an animal lover.
Me too.
Hi, darling. Hello,
I'm Marcus's mom.
No.
Yes... I am.
- Come on, darling, let's go.
- Uh, okay.
Don't let the man get you down.
I wouldn't say that
I'm disappointed.
Oh, I'm so happy to hear that.
- I am devastated.
- Oh.
I am shaken to my very core.
In all my 30 years
as an educator...
Nay, 50 years as a human being,
I have never felt so betrayed.
Alan... may I call you Alan?
We're terribly sorry.
We are terribly sorry.
Now, why don't you tell
Principal Goldenrod the truth?
- I did it!
- What?
What, what, what? No you didn't!
I did it! I'd do it again.
I'd do it a thousand times
with absolutely no regret.
What do you think
of that, the man?
I played the sex, I
played the pistols,
I played them both.
Hey!
- It's 4:00 in the afternoon.
- Hey, stop!
- Get up!
- Stop it!
- I'm trying to save money.
- By napping?
Yes, okay, it's a good strategy.
You can't spend money
when you're unconscious.
- Although, this one time in Cabo...
- All right, listen, listen, listen!
I just came from an incredibly
humiliating meeting
with Marcus's Principal.
Marcus was prepared
to fall on his sword,
but I figured it out.
He's trying to protect
this very odd girl.
Shea Garcia-Miller.
- You know about Shea?
- Yeah, he has a crush.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because Marcus asked
for "privacy."
He's 12. I'm his mother.
Well, I'm his weird
adult father figure,
and I need to have trust with him, but
I told him that she was a bad idea.
Look, I have never had cause to
take such draconian measures.
But I am banning him
from speaking to her.
Well, that's a
little bit drastic.
He is very impressionable, Will.
And you have not seen the kind
of power that she has over him.
She's using him.
She's completely
manipulating him
with her sly little looks and
her prepubescent breasts.
I could get arrested even
hearing you say that.
- You stop that.
- Listen.
You just gotta tow
the line, all right?
No Shea, or I will ban him
from speaking to you too.
- What?
- Yes.
- You can't even do that.
- Draconian measures!
I can see him whenever I want!
I need to find a way to see her.
I cannot support that, Marcus.
But, Will, she likes me.
She's the first person ever
that I have connected with
on a deep, intellectual,
and emotional level.
- No offense.
- None taken, my friend.
We shared secrets, Will.
We told each other things
we never told anyone.
It's Shakespearian, really.
Two houses divided.
Ok, just calm down there, Romeo.
First of all, your mom doesn't
want you to see her, okay?
Do you get that? And second off,
what kind of evidence are
you getting from this girl
that she actually likes you?
It's my love!
What? It's not your
love, this is my house.
This is my Chinese
food delivery guy.
- No, Will, it's Shea!
- It's Hong dynasty.
I told you! I told
you she's here.
Oh, God, she's here. Uh,
what do I do, what do I say?
Beanie on or beanie off?
Marcus, you are not allowed to see her.
You go hide behind that couch, right now.
And beanie always off.
It's not even a question.
Hey, there, uh, can I help you?
- Is Marcus here?
- No, no.
That's weird, because I
hacked into his phone,
and the GPS said he was here.
That's not a thing.
Also, he's hiding
behind that chair.
Oh, uh, hi Shea.
Oh, this is my cool
neighbor friend Will.
You're gonna love him.
Doubtful.
- Wanna go somewhere?
- Okay, no.
Marcus, you're not
allowed to go anywhere.
And you are not allowed to be
in here, so, please leave.
No.
- Young lady, you need to go.
- I thought you said he was cool.
Excuse me?
I am extremely cool.
You don't even know.
Aren't you a little too
old for skinny jeans?
Absolutely not.
Really? What are you, like, 34?
Uh... No.
Might be a good time to stop
shopping at Forever 21.
Let me tell you something.
I have a recording
studio in my house.
I have a refrigerator
that's only for beer,
and a backup refrigerator
full of backup beer.
I have four different
video game consoles
that I could play at
once if I want to.
And I often want to.
I am awesome.
Let's see.
Argh!
Full spin! Full spin 360!
Yeah! Woo!
Yeah! In your face!
Chug chug chug chug!
Shea, why don't you get your things
and I'll give you a ride home.
I'm gonna deal with you later.
You too, Will.
I am actually quite anxious
to talk to your parents.
Good luck with that.
Hello?
Well, I guess no one's home.
Happy now?
- Will you get your bag off my bed?
- Oh, sorry.
Um, well, when do you
think they'll be back?
No idea.
I mean, are they at work?
I don't know where my mom is, and I
haven't seen my dad in six years,
but he writes an
awesome birthday card.
Oh.
So what are you going to do now? I
mean, who's gonna make you dinner?
I'm fine. I have cookies.
Want a smoke?
Are you joking? Put
them away, go on.
You can go now.
Quite fancy some biscuits.
Ew.
You don't have any
almond milk, do you?
Sorry.
How is it possible that I eat and I
eat, but I just don't feel any better.
This has never happened before.
All right, here, try it
with chocolate milk.
Nope. Nothing.
Ah, what is taking so long?
What could they possibly
be talking about?
- This is torture.
- Yep.
Thanks for taking my side, Will.
Well, about that,
Marcus, you know, I...
My mom just doesn't understand.
She doesn't get what
being in love is like.
Man, it's hard to
be a boy sometimes.
Thank goodness I have you.
Yeah.
Well, listen, here's
the thing, Marcus.
You know, I am
your buddy, right?
I am always gonna be there for you
and that is never gonna change.
But there's gonna be
select situations
where I'm gonna have to act a little
bit more like an adult, you know?
But, you're in Arrested Development.
That's one of your charms.
Luckily for you, I
have numerous charms.
So, you know, you won't miss
one of them if they're gone.
Uh, that's her.
Okay, I want you to look sad. I
want you to look apologetic.
I want you to look like you understand
the gravity of the situation,
and you're never
gonna do it again.
- Okay.
- What do you got?
Okay, you look like
you have to go poop.
That's impossible, I only
poop on Sunday mornings
with a copy of the Arts
& Leisure section.
Ok, T.M.I. and also
very unhealthy.
Now, just relax your face, bud.
Relax it.
Unh!
There you go, now,
there you go, perfect.
How was it? You weren't
mean to her, were you?
You didn't yell at her, did you?
Was she mad? Did she
say anything about me?
She's not a bad kid, Marcus.
Exactly!
But she is a year
older than you,
and she is in a very different
place than you are.
I don't want you racing to
catch up with her, or anyone.
What are you saying?
That I...
I don't want you
hanging out with Shea.
Mom, no! That's
not fair, please!
I don't expect you
to understand.
Really.
But I'm only doing it because
of how much I love you.
Will?
Sorry, buddy. What
your mom says goes.
Better go back home,
do your homework,
and maybe write an apology poem
to Principal Goldenrod.
- Poem?
- Doesn't have to rhyme.
Hey, Fiona, I, uh,
I just, you know, want
you to know that I...
It means a lot to me that I'm
Marcus's emergency contact.
It's not something
that I take lightly.
I know I make it look easy,
but parenting is actually
quite difficult.
Yeah, you don't
make it look easy.
I didn't have great
parents, myself.
I always promised that
I'd do a better job.
You think parenting is
gonna be black and white.
But it's actually quite gray.
Yeah, well, that's why they
invented whiskey, right?
Right.
I got a seventeen-year-old
Macallan in there.
It's been around
longer than Marcus.
- Do you want some?
- Ooh, need, not want.
Quick question.
I'm not too old to
wear skinny jeans?
I mean, I totally
pull them off, right?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
What the hell?
I know I just saw it yesterday.
I know I have this whiskey.
Am I going crazy?
I didn't drink it.
The only people that
have been in this house
are you, me, Marcus, and...
Oh, boy.
I live my spirit. I
nurture my truth.
I celebrate... what
are you doing here?
Hi there.
Yeah, I came to
borrow some milk.
Do you have any real milk,
like something from an animal?
- That is real.
- Ah, okay.
What happened to your asiagos?
Well, now that my
finances are influxed,
Richard has told me it's
fiscally irresponsible
to have bagels messengered
from New York every morning,
so what I'm doing
here is I'm cooking!
You're not busy cooking
all day, though, are you?
I mean, generally
you're available.
Not to do things for you, no.
Not for me, for Marcus.
Look, I'm going through
his school forms,
and I need an emergency
contact for him.
Normally, I would
put his dad down.
- Who lives in Antarctica.
- Which is why I'm asking you.
Because I'm awesome and a hero.
No, because you live next door.
I think we both know
it's 'cause I'm a hero.
You understand that you'd
have to be responsible, Will?
You can't just be Will, the
fun neighbor idiot person.
Fun Will and responsible Will
are one and the same, Fiona.
What is it going to take for
you to understand that?
I'm a strong and
independent boy.
- I live my spirit.
- Hey.
Oh, hey, Will. Did you
hear what today is?
"Wear a woman's sweater
to school" day?
- Pew!
- Principal?
No, Princi-pal.
Sweater back on! Sweater
back on, Marcus!
Marcus has been given
the highest honor.
I get to be principal Goldenrod's
assistant for the day.
All right, come on,
mom, we gotta go.
We gotta go check in on the early
morning detention students
and then get in some good
old-fashioned hall monitoring
before first period.
Ah, I am drunk with power.
Bye, Will.
Fiona, you cannot
let him do this.
What are you talking about?
It's a very big deal.
He'll be a pariah!
Principal's assistant?
He might as well be wearing a
sash that says "volunteer narc."
You see, if you were responsible,
Will, really, you would appreciate
that this is a
great opportunity.
And also, don't undermine my
parenting in front of him.
I waited till he went to the car...
you saw that.
The sweater, Will, the sweater.
For your information,
it is unisex.
Nothing about that sweater
is any kind of sex!
Will you just fill
this form in, please?
Thank you.
Be cool, Marcus. Be cool, dude.
- Here we are.
- Oh.
Okay, class, so today's
extra credit is going to be
a hundred-word essay, um...
Sorry, uh, sorry about that.
Ooh.
I got this, Principal G.
All right, check this out.
Oh, uh, I don't...
I don't think you're
supposed to come in here.
What are you in for?
You know, just... just helping
clean Principal G's office.
Were you born with that
brown stuff on your nose,
or did you put it
there yourself?
I got brown on my nose?
Must be from the hot chocolate
I made the principal earlier.
I even put a little bit of
cinnamon in as a fun surprise.
I don't think you're allowed to do that.
It's password protected.
Oh, is it really?
Marcus Bowa, right?
You're getting all As.
Except a "C" in gym.
No shocker there.
Wait, you know my name?
Oh.
As the principal's
assistant for the day,
I have to respectfully ask
you to get off his computer.
Okay.
So, Shea Garcia-Miller, is it
true what they say about you?
- What?
- Nothing, just that, uh,
just that you got kicked out
of your last three schools.
That you have a
boyfriend in jail.
That you can make a teacher
cry using only your words?
That you once ate
a live squirrel?
Once I ate a seventh grader
wearing a woman's sweater.
Just kidding, pasty. Calm down.
Okay, Principal Nimrod
has lame taste in music.
Let's get some good
stuff on here.
Do you like the Sex Pistols?
Uh, those are two things that are
not permitted in my household.
I think this school
needs a dance break.
Huh? Wait, that's the PA system.
If you turn it on, the
whole school will hear...
- That's the point, pasty.
- Oh, um...
I really think you
should turn that off.
Woo!
What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks
is going on in here?
Who's responsible?
- Uh, I...
- Me! I did it.
It was me.
And you were my
favorite Princi-pal.
Officially, you're in trouble,
but I can't tell you I'm not a
tiny bit proud of you, man.
I mean, that was a
bold move, Marcus.
I didn't know you had it in you.
And I applaud your
choice of music.
I mean, clearly I'm having more
of a positive influence...
I didn't do it.
Yeah, yeah, that
makes more sense.
This girl did it. This
girl I don't even know.
Shea Garcia-Miller.
We were in the Principal's
office together,
and she turned on the music
and started dancing.
It's like... it's like I was
in a trance, I was hypnotized.
Marcus, I know exactly
what's going on here.
Did I accidentally take drugs?
Because one time I doubled
up on my multi-vitamins
and... My day was a blur.
You, my Lilliputian
friend, have a crush.
Big time! A real teenage crush.
I do?
Okay, okay, this
is exciting stuff.
All right, first off,
are you getting any indication
whatsoever that she likes you back?
Hmm, I don't think so.
Oh, wait! She called me pasty.
Okay, that's gonna be
tough for me to spin.
Uh, what kind of vibe
is she throwing at you?
Huh. Oh, she's a
year older than me.
- Mm-hmm.
- She's possibly a criminal.
And she has a boyfriend,
but I think he's in jail.
Oh, oh, Marcus, no,
she's a bad girl.
Dude, no, this is not
gonna end well for you.
Bad girls are great at...
Some stuff...
But sooner or later,
you're gonna regret it.
I... you gotta cut bait now.
Meaning what?
You think I should tell
Principal Goldenrod the truth?
I'm afraid so.
Okay, but can we maybe not tell my
mom about the whole "Shea" part?
Oh, we can not tell your mom
anything, ever, about anything.
- All right. Bro code of silence?
- Bro code of silence.
I am a strong and
independent boy.
I live my spirit.
- I celebrate...
- Are you talking to yourself?
Oh. Hey. What are
you doing here?
They're saying I popped
a teacher's tires.
Did you?
- Look, it doesn't matter if you did
it if the man thinks you did it.
Did you get in trouble?
Well... My mom was pretty mad.
What about your dad?
My dad lives in Antarctica.
We're not in touch as much as I
like during penguin mating season.
I got kicked out of
my last two schools.
Not three.
I don't have a
boyfriend in jail.
Can I make a teacher cry
using only my words?
Yeah.
And, no, I never ate
a live squirrel.
I'm an animal lover.
Me too.
Hi, darling. Hello,
I'm Marcus's mom.
No.
Yes... I am.
- Come on, darling, let's go.
- Uh, okay.
Don't let the man get you down.
I wouldn't say that
I'm disappointed.
Oh, I'm so happy to hear that.
- I am devastated.
- Oh.
I am shaken to my very core.
In all my 30 years
as an educator...
Nay, 50 years as a human being,
I have never felt so betrayed.
Alan... may I call you Alan?
We're terribly sorry.
We are terribly sorry.
Now, why don't you tell
Principal Goldenrod the truth?
- I did it!
- What?
What, what, what? No you didn't!
I did it! I'd do it again.
I'd do it a thousand times
with absolutely no regret.
What do you think
of that, the man?
I played the sex, I
played the pistols,
I played them both.
Hey!
- It's 4:00 in the afternoon.
- Hey, stop!
- Get up!
- Stop it!
- I'm trying to save money.
- By napping?
Yes, okay, it's a good strategy.
You can't spend money
when you're unconscious.
- Although, this one time in Cabo...
- All right, listen, listen, listen!
I just came from an incredibly
humiliating meeting
with Marcus's Principal.
Marcus was prepared
to fall on his sword,
but I figured it out.
He's trying to protect
this very odd girl.
Shea Garcia-Miller.
- You know about Shea?
- Yeah, he has a crush.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because Marcus asked
for "privacy."
He's 12. I'm his mother.
Well, I'm his weird
adult father figure,
and I need to have trust with him, but
I told him that she was a bad idea.
Look, I have never had cause to
take such draconian measures.
But I am banning him
from speaking to her.
Well, that's a
little bit drastic.
He is very impressionable, Will.
And you have not seen the kind
of power that she has over him.
She's using him.
She's completely
manipulating him
with her sly little looks and
her prepubescent breasts.
I could get arrested even
hearing you say that.
- You stop that.
- Listen.
You just gotta tow
the line, all right?
No Shea, or I will ban him
from speaking to you too.
- What?
- Yes.
- You can't even do that.
- Draconian measures!
I can see him whenever I want!
I need to find a way to see her.
I cannot support that, Marcus.
But, Will, she likes me.
She's the first person ever
that I have connected with
on a deep, intellectual,
and emotional level.
- No offense.
- None taken, my friend.
We shared secrets, Will.
We told each other things
we never told anyone.
It's Shakespearian, really.
Two houses divided.
Ok, just calm down there, Romeo.
First of all, your mom doesn't
want you to see her, okay?
Do you get that? And second off,
what kind of evidence are
you getting from this girl
that she actually likes you?
It's my love!
What? It's not your
love, this is my house.
This is my Chinese
food delivery guy.
- No, Will, it's Shea!
- It's Hong dynasty.
I told you! I told
you she's here.
Oh, God, she's here. Uh,
what do I do, what do I say?
Beanie on or beanie off?
Marcus, you are not allowed to see her.
You go hide behind that couch, right now.
And beanie always off.
It's not even a question.
Hey, there, uh, can I help you?
- Is Marcus here?
- No, no.
That's weird, because I
hacked into his phone,
and the GPS said he was here.
That's not a thing.
Also, he's hiding
behind that chair.
Oh, uh, hi Shea.
Oh, this is my cool
neighbor friend Will.
You're gonna love him.
Doubtful.
- Wanna go somewhere?
- Okay, no.
Marcus, you're not
allowed to go anywhere.
And you are not allowed to be
in here, so, please leave.
No.
- Young lady, you need to go.
- I thought you said he was cool.
Excuse me?
I am extremely cool.
You don't even know.
Aren't you a little too
old for skinny jeans?
Absolutely not.
Really? What are you, like, 34?
Uh... No.
Might be a good time to stop
shopping at Forever 21.
Let me tell you something.
I have a recording
studio in my house.
I have a refrigerator
that's only for beer,
and a backup refrigerator
full of backup beer.
I have four different
video game consoles
that I could play at
once if I want to.
And I often want to.
I am awesome.
Let's see.
Argh!
Full spin! Full spin 360!
Yeah! Woo!
Yeah! In your face!
Chug chug chug chug!
Shea, why don't you get your things
and I'll give you a ride home.
I'm gonna deal with you later.
You too, Will.
I am actually quite anxious
to talk to your parents.
Good luck with that.
Hello?
Well, I guess no one's home.
Happy now?
- Will you get your bag off my bed?
- Oh, sorry.
Um, well, when do you
think they'll be back?
No idea.
I mean, are they at work?
I don't know where my mom is, and I
haven't seen my dad in six years,
but he writes an
awesome birthday card.
Oh.
So what are you going to do now? I
mean, who's gonna make you dinner?
I'm fine. I have cookies.
Want a smoke?
Are you joking? Put
them away, go on.
You can go now.
Quite fancy some biscuits.
Ew.
You don't have any
almond milk, do you?
Sorry.
How is it possible that I eat and I
eat, but I just don't feel any better.
This has never happened before.
All right, here, try it
with chocolate milk.
Nope. Nothing.
Ah, what is taking so long?
What could they possibly
be talking about?
- This is torture.
- Yep.
Thanks for taking my side, Will.
Well, about that,
Marcus, you know, I...
My mom just doesn't understand.
She doesn't get what
being in love is like.
Man, it's hard to
be a boy sometimes.
Thank goodness I have you.
Yeah.
Well, listen, here's
the thing, Marcus.
You know, I am
your buddy, right?
I am always gonna be there for you
and that is never gonna change.
But there's gonna be
select situations
where I'm gonna have to act a little
bit more like an adult, you know?
But, you're in Arrested Development.
That's one of your charms.
Luckily for you, I
have numerous charms.
So, you know, you won't miss
one of them if they're gone.
Uh, that's her.
Okay, I want you to look sad. I
want you to look apologetic.
I want you to look like you understand
the gravity of the situation,
and you're never
gonna do it again.
- Okay.
- What do you got?
Okay, you look like
you have to go poop.
That's impossible, I only
poop on Sunday mornings
with a copy of the Arts
& Leisure section.
Ok, T.M.I. and also
very unhealthy.
Now, just relax your face, bud.
Relax it.
Unh!
There you go, now,
there you go, perfect.
How was it? You weren't
mean to her, were you?
You didn't yell at her, did you?
Was she mad? Did she
say anything about me?
She's not a bad kid, Marcus.
Exactly!
But she is a year
older than you,
and she is in a very different
place than you are.
I don't want you racing to
catch up with her, or anyone.
What are you saying?
That I...
I don't want you
hanging out with Shea.
Mom, no! That's
not fair, please!
I don't expect you
to understand.
Really.
But I'm only doing it because
of how much I love you.
Will?
Sorry, buddy. What
your mom says goes.
Better go back home,
do your homework,
and maybe write an apology poem
to Principal Goldenrod.
- Poem?
- Doesn't have to rhyme.
Hey, Fiona, I, uh,
I just, you know, want
you to know that I...
It means a lot to me that I'm
Marcus's emergency contact.
It's not something
that I take lightly.
I know I make it look easy,
but parenting is actually
quite difficult.
Yeah, you don't
make it look easy.
I didn't have great
parents, myself.
I always promised that
I'd do a better job.
You think parenting is
gonna be black and white.
But it's actually quite gray.
Yeah, well, that's why they
invented whiskey, right?
Right.
I got a seventeen-year-old
Macallan in there.
It's been around
longer than Marcus.
- Do you want some?
- Ooh, need, not want.
Quick question.
I'm not too old to
wear skinny jeans?
I mean, I totally
pull them off, right?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
What the hell?
I know I just saw it yesterday.
I know I have this whiskey.
Am I going crazy?
I didn't drink it.
The only people that
have been in this house
are you, me, Marcus, and...
Oh, boy.