Mike & Molly (2010–2016): Season 4, Episode 10 - Weekend at Peggy's - full transcript
Wow, a little bit left.
Mom's slowing down.
And Victoria's picking up
the slack.
(rumbling outside)
Oh, God.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Ow!
No, no!
Come on!
Where's the key?
(sighs)
(doorbell ringing)
Victoria, wake up!
I'm locked out!
Victoria!
God!
She's probably
in a Chardonnay coma.
Ooh!
Victoria!
Victoria!
Victoria, wake up!
Ooh!
Come on, wake up!
(grunts)
Oh, no, no, no!
(groaning)
Mol, what are you
doing out here?
The door! Get the door!
Get the door!
No!
It's fine.
There's a key
under the gnome.
But Drunk Thing One
and Drunk Thing Two
never put it back.
Now, what are we gonna do?
Because I'm freezing.
Just stay calm.
All right? The worst thing...
the worst thing
we can do is panic.
There was no other option.
Better call Mom and tell her
we need a new window.
What? You had a phone?
Yeah, just give me
a minute.
You...!
♪ La, la-ba-dee-da ♪
♪ La,
la-ba-dee-da ♪
♪ For the first time
in my life ♪
♪ I see love ♪
♪ I see love ♪
♪ For the first time
in my life ♪
♪ I see love ♪
Damn it, this is gonna cost a
couple of hundred bucks to fix.
Oh, I'm sorry,
we could've died out there.
Oh, please! At most you would
have lost a toe to frostbite.
(groans)
And my poor, little gnome!
If it makes you feel better,
he went quick.
What were you
doing out there, anyway?
I was taking out the trash
from you and Victoria's
Alcoholics Unanimous meeting.
Well, why didn't you go
to the neighbor's house?
For the same reason we weren't
invited to the block party.
They hate us.
Well, I hope this is
a lesson for you.
What lesson?
Don't chase a garbage truck
down the street
with a bag
full of your mother's empties?
No.
You break it, you buy it.
That really isn't a lesson,
that's more store policy.
Well, whatever it is,
I know I'm not gonna see a dime.
Well, based on what
you drank last night,
I'm amazed you
can see anything.
I guess I'll just add
a gnome and a window
to the $3,800 you owe me.
Hey, this is not all on me.
Victoria was there, too.
And you're the one
who took the spare key.
I was locked out.
Do you have any idea
how cold it is outside?
Don't worry, Mom,
I'll write you a check
for my part of the window,
but I wanted to use a brick,
so the gnome blood is
on her hands.
I think you're doing
the right thing.
Getting some plywood.
Taking care of the window.
That's 'cause I'm always
doing the right thing.
I'm the only one responsible
in that house.
And yet she holds
that $3,800 debt over my head
like it was
the Sword of Damocles.
Oh, I never saw that.
Is that like
a Jason and the Argonauts movie?
It's Greek mythology.
My mom dangles that money sword
over my head.
And just...
she's just waiting for me
to make the slightest mistake.
Look, if it's bugging you
that much,
why don't we just get rid
of the debt?
'Cause we can't afford to.
We kind of can.
What?
You remember when
our car insurance increased
and my transmission went out?
Those things didn't happen.
(gasps)
Have you been hiding
money from me?
Well, wouldn't you?
God, I love you.
How much do we have?
Well, enough to cover
the $3,800.
Let's just leave it at that.
Can we really do this?
Can we...?
Can I get that little red-headed
monkey off of my back?
Well, we'll be robbing Peter to
pay Joyce, but what the hell?
Thank you.
Oh! Sorry!
Tell it to the guy that used
to be on the motorcycle!
Oh, no, he's fine.
He's giving us the finger.
You want the tire tread
inside or out?
Out... let the neighbors
look at it.
They hate us anyway.
Okay, here is your new gnome.
And a little something extra.
What's this?
My debt to you,
plus my portion of the window.
We are clean. Tabula rasa.
Wow, this is unexpected.
I know. And you're welcome.
Well, Molly,
you don't have to do this.
I know you guys can't afford it.
Let's let it ride
a little longer.
No, no, real... I really want
to pay you back what I owe you.
No, I don't feel comfortable
taking money from you right now.
No... it's yours.
Just take the check, Mom.
Don't be ridiculous.
You keep it.
What if you just gave
the money to charity?
Stay out of it.
The check'll probably
bounce anyway.
I wrote it.
Take the check, Joyce!
Yeah, take the check, Joyce.
I don't want to owe you
anything anymore.
Oh, oh, well, if that's
the case, it's gonna take
a lot more than 3,800 bucks.
Well, what is
that supposed to mean?
Well, you live here for free.
I mean, what about rent,
utilities, property tax,
homeowner's insurance,
water bill?
Yeah, are we gonna
start adding stuff up?
'Cause I do dishes,
I do the laundry,
I pick up dry cleaning,
I pick up your prescriptions.
I pick up all the empty
wine bottles around here
that you're not supposed
to be mixing
with the prescriptions
I pick up!
Well, if you're gonna be
around the house all day,
you might as well
make yourself useful.
Plus, you owe me four grand.
That's what I'm trying to repay!
Why?
You're just gonna need more.
And come crawling back
to the Bank of Mama.
Hey, I don't crawl!
I take your money
with my head held high!
Okay, well,
I can't win with you.
I borrow money from
you, I'm wrong.
I try to pay you
back, I'm wrong.
Oh, here we go again.
What "again"? I have never tried
to pay you back before!
Because you're irresponsible.
Me? You pay the kid
that shovels our walk
with beer.
It's called bartering.
Which I do to save money
so my unemployed daughter
can have
a roof over her head
and clothes on her back.
What would I do
without Mommy, huh?
I bet I couldn't even survive.
JOYCE:
You wouldn't.
Oh, yeah, you want to bet?
Sure, you want me
to loan you the money
so you can make that bet?
Mike, pack your bag.
We're leaving.
Oh, Mom, come on!
Relax, she'll be back in a day.
No, I won't!
We're leaving for good.
And I'll leave
my house key here.
You can shove that
up your gnome.
I guess I'm leaving.
Looks like it.
I'm gonna miss you, buddy.
Joyce, what's for dinner?
Did you see
the look on her face?
She did not think
I was gonna move out.
I got to be honest.
I didn't think so, either.
I just stuffed a couple towels
in my duffel bag for effect.
I mean, who is she to say
I can't make it out there?
I mean, look at us.
We are making it fine.
Fine? We got no money
and nowhere to go.
And we got to roll
through the stop signs
so the car don't stall.
Mike, there have been
so many people
that started out with less
and ended up in amazing places.
Let's just see
where the road takes us.
(door opens)
I always knew
this day would come.
Come on.
(chuckles)
I love what you haven't
done with the place.
Just a warning.
These walls are paper thin.
If you're planning on playing
grab-ass, just know I can hear
and feel everything
as if I was in the bed with you.
Wow, that's...
that's an effective speech.
Hey, thanks for putting
us up, Ma. Night.
Yeah, thanks, Peggy, and I know
it's last-minute notice,
but it's nice to know
we can count on family.
Well, I love my boy.
(door closes)
You, too!
Kind of fun, huh?
Sleeping in your old bed.
Ah, congratulations,
you're the first girl
to ever make it up here.
You couldn't get them
past the warden, huh?
No, there just weren't
any girls.
Aw!
You know, I've got to say...
pretty generous
of your mom to let us
move in here like this.
Move in? I thought
it was just for one night.
No, Mike, I can't go back there.
I've lived there too long.
It's time for me to grow up.
(video game music plays)
Stupid lava!
Oh!
I thought you said
I was the only girl.
Ooh!
Put those away.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
PEGGY:
I know about his boobie mags!
Mike, ten more minutes
and the game goes off.
Okay, Ma!
Don't worry,
I'll just turn the sound down
until her sleeping pill
kicks in.
(vacuum running nearby)
(groans)
Peggy?
Dirty.
Everything's so dirty.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Put me on your shoulders
so I can see the parade.
Oh... what?
Oh, I'd better go chop wood.
We're gonna have
to put that pig down.
Oh, oh, okay, okay, okay.
Let's get you back to bed.
Okay, I like you.
Wow. I'm gonna have to get you
some more sleeping pills.
Here we go.
No, here we go.
Don't leave me.
They'll come back.
Nobody's coming back.
Let's just, let's just
go nighty night.
We got to stay together.
If all hell breaks loose,
we'll have to make bullets.
Well, we'll make bullets
first thing in the morning.
And I'll put one in my head.
Please lay with me.
Or the Dark Angel comes
and eats my dreams.
Okay.
No... no.
God, you're strong.
What did you take... PCP?
Oh!
Ow!
Hey, hey, hey.
Sing me a song, Juney.
♪ Oh, Mike ♪
♪ If you can hear me ♪
♪ Get in here ♪
♪ Mike! ♪
What the hell's going on?
Your mom is whacked out
on sleeping pills.
Help me!
Oh, I've been
through this before.
Last time, she drove her car,
woke up on skid row
waiting in line
for free cheese.
Oh, God.
Yeah, it's best
if somebody stays with her.
Yeah...
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare... don't you...!
Mike!
It's gonna be a bad year
for soybeans.
(groans)
Just go to sleep.
Okay.
(video game music playing)
Son of a bitch.
This is ridiculous.
I moved out of that house
the second
I graduated high school.
20 years later,
I'm full circle.
back in my old bed,
playing video games,
not getting laid.
You just described my weekend.
Hey, what do you say
we pull some overtime tonight?
No, that's a little last minute,
don't you think?
Come on, we won't have
to work that long.
Just until my mom pops her
sleeping pill and heads to bed.
I don't know.
Why you got to drag me
into your domestic squabbles?
I don't tangle you up
in my personal affairs.
Because you don't have any.
Hey, just because I pay for it
doesn't mean it's not personal.
All right, all right, I'm sorry.
But I can't go back
to my mother's house.
I'd rather spend 16 hours
in a stinky squad car,
listening to you blabber on
about nothing hour after hour.
I choose you.
You choose me?
Yeah.
See, that's how you ask
for a favor.
Sorry, Samuel, I'm busy tonight.
Thank you, Mike.
Ooh, yeah.
Get in there.
What the hell is happening?
Jim's cleaning my feet.
Well, make him stop!
Oh, I forgot,
you're not a dog person.
No, I love dogs.
(stammers)
Dogs are not supposed
to be doing that.
This one does.
Loves it.
And my athlete's foot hasn't
flared up since he started
(baby voice):
Cleaning Mama's tootsies.
Hey.
Hey, where have you been?
Overtime.
You know where I've been?
I've been in hell.
I cannot recover
from what I've seen.
Hey.
One day.
18 years.
(laughing)
I thought waking up
in your mother's arms
would be the worst
part of my day.
Don't worry,
I deleted those pictures.
You know, I tried to take
a bath to get away,
and she followed me in.
Yeah, she took that lock off
the door when I was 13.
And she sat there pointing out
suspicious moles.
I-I told her to get out,
but she wouldn't listen.
She ended up asking me to leave
so she could use the toilet.
Hey, I'm not the one
that's keeping us here.
Well, what other options
do we have?
Can we please just go back
to your mom's house?
No!
I can't go back. You...
you heard what I said to my mom.
So what?
Just apologize.
No, I have nothing
to apologize for.
Hey, if there's one thing
I've learned
since I've been married,
sometimes you have
to admit when you're wrong.
Even when you know you're right.
When have you ever done that?
Every argument we've had!
Come on, Jim.
What else?!
Jim!
Jim! Jim!
You know if anything happens
to that dog,
your mother's gonna blame me.
Well...
Well, what?
We wouldn't be on this walk
or at my mom's house
if you weren't so stubborn.
Stubborn?
Oh, really?
Aw!
No, no, no, no!
Are we doing this, huh?
No face, no groin!
Anything else goes!
(Jim barking)
Jim! Jim!
Wait, I hear, I hear him.
I just don't see him.
I think he's in
that snow pile.
Here, start digging.
Jim!
Jim!
Jim!
Oh, my God!
Thank God you're okay.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no, no, no!
I know where
that tongue has been.
No!
(doorbell rings)
Hey, Vince.
We lost Jim
in the snow near here.
And we got to get him warmed up.
You-you mind if we come in?
As the man of the house...
uh, let me check with Joyce.
Well, don't just stand there.
Come in.
Molly, get in here.
You'll freeze outside.
I'm fine.
Oh, you're freezing.
Come on in.
Maybe just for a minute.
Hey, I-I'm gonna go
boil some water.
Vince, you want
to give me a hand?
Hand? All you got to do is fill
a pot and put it on the stove.
Vince.
Oh, so they can be alone.
Oh, how long was he out there?
We were looking for him
for about 40 minutes.
Poor thing.
His little paws are like ice.
Oh, I hope they're okay.
I mean, I can...
I can barely feel my own paws.
I bet it's awful out there.
It is.
Can we just forget
everything that we said
and go back
to the way we were?
It's already forgotten.
Here.
Thanks.
I did cash that
check, though.
Oh.
It cleared.
Really? Cool.
So, how bad was it at
your mother-in-law's?
Could you just hold me?
Boy, it's great to have
you back in the house.
I never realized how
much I blamed on you.
Toilet seats,
eating leftovers,
all my miscellaneous smells.
I had no idea
how happy I'd be to be back.
But living at my mom's
has a way
of putting things
in perspective.
Like a life-threatening
disease or a kidney stone.
Hey, that looks
pretty good.
♪MISSING LINE♪
- See you, fellas.
- BOTH: Bye!
You know what?
I don't mind the wood.
Me either.
Mom's slowing down.
And Victoria's picking up
the slack.
(rumbling outside)
Oh, God.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Ow!
No, no!
Come on!
Where's the key?
(sighs)
(doorbell ringing)
Victoria, wake up!
I'm locked out!
Victoria!
God!
She's probably
in a Chardonnay coma.
Ooh!
Victoria!
Victoria!
Victoria, wake up!
Ooh!
Come on, wake up!
(grunts)
Oh, no, no, no!
(groaning)
Mol, what are you
doing out here?
The door! Get the door!
Get the door!
No!
It's fine.
There's a key
under the gnome.
But Drunk Thing One
and Drunk Thing Two
never put it back.
Now, what are we gonna do?
Because I'm freezing.
Just stay calm.
All right? The worst thing...
the worst thing
we can do is panic.
There was no other option.
Better call Mom and tell her
we need a new window.
What? You had a phone?
Yeah, just give me
a minute.
You...!
♪ La, la-ba-dee-da ♪
♪ La,
la-ba-dee-da ♪
♪ For the first time
in my life ♪
♪ I see love ♪
♪ I see love ♪
♪ For the first time
in my life ♪
♪ I see love ♪
Damn it, this is gonna cost a
couple of hundred bucks to fix.
Oh, I'm sorry,
we could've died out there.
Oh, please! At most you would
have lost a toe to frostbite.
(groans)
And my poor, little gnome!
If it makes you feel better,
he went quick.
What were you
doing out there, anyway?
I was taking out the trash
from you and Victoria's
Alcoholics Unanimous meeting.
Well, why didn't you go
to the neighbor's house?
For the same reason we weren't
invited to the block party.
They hate us.
Well, I hope this is
a lesson for you.
What lesson?
Don't chase a garbage truck
down the street
with a bag
full of your mother's empties?
No.
You break it, you buy it.
That really isn't a lesson,
that's more store policy.
Well, whatever it is,
I know I'm not gonna see a dime.
Well, based on what
you drank last night,
I'm amazed you
can see anything.
I guess I'll just add
a gnome and a window
to the $3,800 you owe me.
Hey, this is not all on me.
Victoria was there, too.
And you're the one
who took the spare key.
I was locked out.
Do you have any idea
how cold it is outside?
Don't worry, Mom,
I'll write you a check
for my part of the window,
but I wanted to use a brick,
so the gnome blood is
on her hands.
I think you're doing
the right thing.
Getting some plywood.
Taking care of the window.
That's 'cause I'm always
doing the right thing.
I'm the only one responsible
in that house.
And yet she holds
that $3,800 debt over my head
like it was
the Sword of Damocles.
Oh, I never saw that.
Is that like
a Jason and the Argonauts movie?
It's Greek mythology.
My mom dangles that money sword
over my head.
And just...
she's just waiting for me
to make the slightest mistake.
Look, if it's bugging you
that much,
why don't we just get rid
of the debt?
'Cause we can't afford to.
We kind of can.
What?
You remember when
our car insurance increased
and my transmission went out?
Those things didn't happen.
(gasps)
Have you been hiding
money from me?
Well, wouldn't you?
God, I love you.
How much do we have?
Well, enough to cover
the $3,800.
Let's just leave it at that.
Can we really do this?
Can we...?
Can I get that little red-headed
monkey off of my back?
Well, we'll be robbing Peter to
pay Joyce, but what the hell?
Thank you.
Oh! Sorry!
Tell it to the guy that used
to be on the motorcycle!
Oh, no, he's fine.
He's giving us the finger.
You want the tire tread
inside or out?
Out... let the neighbors
look at it.
They hate us anyway.
Okay, here is your new gnome.
And a little something extra.
What's this?
My debt to you,
plus my portion of the window.
We are clean. Tabula rasa.
Wow, this is unexpected.
I know. And you're welcome.
Well, Molly,
you don't have to do this.
I know you guys can't afford it.
Let's let it ride
a little longer.
No, no, real... I really want
to pay you back what I owe you.
No, I don't feel comfortable
taking money from you right now.
No... it's yours.
Just take the check, Mom.
Don't be ridiculous.
You keep it.
What if you just gave
the money to charity?
Stay out of it.
The check'll probably
bounce anyway.
I wrote it.
Take the check, Joyce!
Yeah, take the check, Joyce.
I don't want to owe you
anything anymore.
Oh, oh, well, if that's
the case, it's gonna take
a lot more than 3,800 bucks.
Well, what is
that supposed to mean?
Well, you live here for free.
I mean, what about rent,
utilities, property tax,
homeowner's insurance,
water bill?
Yeah, are we gonna
start adding stuff up?
'Cause I do dishes,
I do the laundry,
I pick up dry cleaning,
I pick up your prescriptions.
I pick up all the empty
wine bottles around here
that you're not supposed
to be mixing
with the prescriptions
I pick up!
Well, if you're gonna be
around the house all day,
you might as well
make yourself useful.
Plus, you owe me four grand.
That's what I'm trying to repay!
Why?
You're just gonna need more.
And come crawling back
to the Bank of Mama.
Hey, I don't crawl!
I take your money
with my head held high!
Okay, well,
I can't win with you.
I borrow money from
you, I'm wrong.
I try to pay you
back, I'm wrong.
Oh, here we go again.
What "again"? I have never tried
to pay you back before!
Because you're irresponsible.
Me? You pay the kid
that shovels our walk
with beer.
It's called bartering.
Which I do to save money
so my unemployed daughter
can have
a roof over her head
and clothes on her back.
What would I do
without Mommy, huh?
I bet I couldn't even survive.
JOYCE:
You wouldn't.
Oh, yeah, you want to bet?
Sure, you want me
to loan you the money
so you can make that bet?
Mike, pack your bag.
We're leaving.
Oh, Mom, come on!
Relax, she'll be back in a day.
No, I won't!
We're leaving for good.
And I'll leave
my house key here.
You can shove that
up your gnome.
I guess I'm leaving.
Looks like it.
I'm gonna miss you, buddy.
Joyce, what's for dinner?
Did you see
the look on her face?
She did not think
I was gonna move out.
I got to be honest.
I didn't think so, either.
I just stuffed a couple towels
in my duffel bag for effect.
I mean, who is she to say
I can't make it out there?
I mean, look at us.
We are making it fine.
Fine? We got no money
and nowhere to go.
And we got to roll
through the stop signs
so the car don't stall.
Mike, there have been
so many people
that started out with less
and ended up in amazing places.
Let's just see
where the road takes us.
(door opens)
I always knew
this day would come.
Come on.
(chuckles)
I love what you haven't
done with the place.
Just a warning.
These walls are paper thin.
If you're planning on playing
grab-ass, just know I can hear
and feel everything
as if I was in the bed with you.
Wow, that's...
that's an effective speech.
Hey, thanks for putting
us up, Ma. Night.
Yeah, thanks, Peggy, and I know
it's last-minute notice,
but it's nice to know
we can count on family.
Well, I love my boy.
(door closes)
You, too!
Kind of fun, huh?
Sleeping in your old bed.
Ah, congratulations,
you're the first girl
to ever make it up here.
You couldn't get them
past the warden, huh?
No, there just weren't
any girls.
Aw!
You know, I've got to say...
pretty generous
of your mom to let us
move in here like this.
Move in? I thought
it was just for one night.
No, Mike, I can't go back there.
I've lived there too long.
It's time for me to grow up.
(video game music plays)
Stupid lava!
Oh!
I thought you said
I was the only girl.
Ooh!
Put those away.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
PEGGY:
I know about his boobie mags!
Mike, ten more minutes
and the game goes off.
Okay, Ma!
Don't worry,
I'll just turn the sound down
until her sleeping pill
kicks in.
(vacuum running nearby)
(groans)
Peggy?
Dirty.
Everything's so dirty.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Put me on your shoulders
so I can see the parade.
Oh... what?
Oh, I'd better go chop wood.
We're gonna have
to put that pig down.
Oh, oh, okay, okay, okay.
Let's get you back to bed.
Okay, I like you.
Wow. I'm gonna have to get you
some more sleeping pills.
Here we go.
No, here we go.
Don't leave me.
They'll come back.
Nobody's coming back.
Let's just, let's just
go nighty night.
We got to stay together.
If all hell breaks loose,
we'll have to make bullets.
Well, we'll make bullets
first thing in the morning.
And I'll put one in my head.
Please lay with me.
Or the Dark Angel comes
and eats my dreams.
Okay.
No... no.
God, you're strong.
What did you take... PCP?
Oh!
Ow!
Hey, hey, hey.
Sing me a song, Juney.
♪ Oh, Mike ♪
♪ If you can hear me ♪
♪ Get in here ♪
♪ Mike! ♪
What the hell's going on?
Your mom is whacked out
on sleeping pills.
Help me!
Oh, I've been
through this before.
Last time, she drove her car,
woke up on skid row
waiting in line
for free cheese.
Oh, God.
Yeah, it's best
if somebody stays with her.
Yeah...
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare... don't you...!
Mike!
It's gonna be a bad year
for soybeans.
(groans)
Just go to sleep.
Okay.
(video game music playing)
Son of a bitch.
This is ridiculous.
I moved out of that house
the second
I graduated high school.
20 years later,
I'm full circle.
back in my old bed,
playing video games,
not getting laid.
You just described my weekend.
Hey, what do you say
we pull some overtime tonight?
No, that's a little last minute,
don't you think?
Come on, we won't have
to work that long.
Just until my mom pops her
sleeping pill and heads to bed.
I don't know.
Why you got to drag me
into your domestic squabbles?
I don't tangle you up
in my personal affairs.
Because you don't have any.
Hey, just because I pay for it
doesn't mean it's not personal.
All right, all right, I'm sorry.
But I can't go back
to my mother's house.
I'd rather spend 16 hours
in a stinky squad car,
listening to you blabber on
about nothing hour after hour.
I choose you.
You choose me?
Yeah.
See, that's how you ask
for a favor.
Sorry, Samuel, I'm busy tonight.
Thank you, Mike.
Ooh, yeah.
Get in there.
What the hell is happening?
Jim's cleaning my feet.
Well, make him stop!
Oh, I forgot,
you're not a dog person.
No, I love dogs.
(stammers)
Dogs are not supposed
to be doing that.
This one does.
Loves it.
And my athlete's foot hasn't
flared up since he started
(baby voice):
Cleaning Mama's tootsies.
Hey.
Hey, where have you been?
Overtime.
You know where I've been?
I've been in hell.
I cannot recover
from what I've seen.
Hey.
One day.
18 years.
(laughing)
I thought waking up
in your mother's arms
would be the worst
part of my day.
Don't worry,
I deleted those pictures.
You know, I tried to take
a bath to get away,
and she followed me in.
Yeah, she took that lock off
the door when I was 13.
And she sat there pointing out
suspicious moles.
I-I told her to get out,
but she wouldn't listen.
She ended up asking me to leave
so she could use the toilet.
Hey, I'm not the one
that's keeping us here.
Well, what other options
do we have?
Can we please just go back
to your mom's house?
No!
I can't go back. You...
you heard what I said to my mom.
So what?
Just apologize.
No, I have nothing
to apologize for.
Hey, if there's one thing
I've learned
since I've been married,
sometimes you have
to admit when you're wrong.
Even when you know you're right.
When have you ever done that?
Every argument we've had!
Come on, Jim.
What else?!
Jim!
Jim! Jim!
You know if anything happens
to that dog,
your mother's gonna blame me.
Well...
Well, what?
We wouldn't be on this walk
or at my mom's house
if you weren't so stubborn.
Stubborn?
Oh, really?
Aw!
No, no, no, no!
Are we doing this, huh?
No face, no groin!
Anything else goes!
(Jim barking)
Jim! Jim!
Wait, I hear, I hear him.
I just don't see him.
I think he's in
that snow pile.
Here, start digging.
Jim!
Jim!
Jim!
Oh, my God!
Thank God you're okay.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no, no, no!
I know where
that tongue has been.
No!
(doorbell rings)
Hey, Vince.
We lost Jim
in the snow near here.
And we got to get him warmed up.
You-you mind if we come in?
As the man of the house...
uh, let me check with Joyce.
Well, don't just stand there.
Come in.
Molly, get in here.
You'll freeze outside.
I'm fine.
Oh, you're freezing.
Come on in.
Maybe just for a minute.
Hey, I-I'm gonna go
boil some water.
Vince, you want
to give me a hand?
Hand? All you got to do is fill
a pot and put it on the stove.
Vince.
Oh, so they can be alone.
Oh, how long was he out there?
We were looking for him
for about 40 minutes.
Poor thing.
His little paws are like ice.
Oh, I hope they're okay.
I mean, I can...
I can barely feel my own paws.
I bet it's awful out there.
It is.
Can we just forget
everything that we said
and go back
to the way we were?
It's already forgotten.
Here.
Thanks.
I did cash that
check, though.
Oh.
It cleared.
Really? Cool.
So, how bad was it at
your mother-in-law's?
Could you just hold me?
Boy, it's great to have
you back in the house.
I never realized how
much I blamed on you.
Toilet seats,
eating leftovers,
all my miscellaneous smells.
I had no idea
how happy I'd be to be back.
But living at my mom's
has a way
of putting things
in perspective.
Like a life-threatening
disease or a kidney stone.
Hey, that looks
pretty good.
♪MISSING LINE♪
- See you, fellas.
- BOTH: Bye!
You know what?
I don't mind the wood.
Me either.