Perfect Harmony (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - It's Electric - full transcript
Arthur deals with Jean's father, who attempts to take their family houseboat back. Reverend Jax hosts a singles night, where Ginny and Dwayne finally address the elephant in their relationship.
"Come meet me, Arthur Cochran.
I'm single and a doctor"?
I don't think I've ever said that.
I do drink a lot.
Stuff I've agreed to on
a bender... dang.
I still have so much makeup to sell.
Wow, Arthur, your head looks so huge.
You're like a giant,
grumpy PEZ dispenser.
I'll see you at Singles Night.
No, you will not see me
at Singles Night.
And who decided it was
okay to use my photo?
Sorry! I needed to entice all ages,
and you're in a demographic sweet spot.
To the elderly widows,
you're a hot young renegade
who does not have time
for blood thinners,
and to the middle-aged divorcees,
you're not their husband.
The elderly widows are the
reason we have Singles Night
- at 2:00 in the afternoon.
- My wife just died.
I'm not interested in dating anyone.
I'm not a monster.
I just love love and I'd
love to be the reason
a couple falls in love.
It doesn't have to be you.
Who's the "Second First
Church of the Cumberlands"?
We are.
That's a ridiculous name for a church.
I've been calling it the First Second
Church of the Cumberlands,
which is also a ridiculous
name for a church.
Aww, you've been talking about us.
Not in the way you were hoping.
We need to talk.
If this is about that
cinnamon bun I ate,
it's only 'cause I sneezed on it.
It was basically garbage.
Girl, don't eat garbage.
Why are you in here hiding from Dwayne?
Dwayne's here? No way.
It's just so awkward
with Singles Night/afternoon coming up.
We still haven't spoken
about how he showed up
on my lawn and asked me out yet.
It's not surprising.
You still haven't told
the line cook your name is not Jeanine.
Oh, please. Ginny's a difficult name,
and plus, I don't wanna confuse
Athanasios Pappadopolis.
It just sucks.
Dwayne and I used to be so close,
and now it's so awkward.
I mean, do you want to go out with him?
No. Well, I mean, maybe.
I don't know. Just not right now.
Just be honest with him.
I mean, every time
I look at him, I still see
the enormous third grader who
was my square-dancing partner.
Whenever I look at him,
I see a paying customer
who's waiting to give his order.
- On it.
- Thank you.
- Athanasios.
- Jeanine.
Hey, Dwayne, the usual?
Vegan lumberjack, tofu over hard?
- Yes indeed.
- Mm-hmm.
So Ginny... Ginny?
You're probably not going
to Singles Night, huh?
- Actually, I am.
- Oh, well good.
Save me a dance?
- Sure.
- All right.
I'll put you on my dance card.
- Okay.
- That's a thing, isn't it?
I mean, I don't know,
I could never afford cotillion.
I just kissed boys behind
the country club dumpster.
I'll see you there.
You know you just agreed to go out
on a date with him, right?
And admitted you were fast and poor.
Oh, my God...
I'll check the wiring,
but most flickering lights
are caused by ghosts.
Well, I appreciate it.
Just when you think things
can't get more primitive...
The human larynx is
remarkably vulnerable.
Easy, old timer.
No one has to get hurt here.
Psych!
No dice, stumpy.
Only my mama calls me stumpy.
Oh, God, I fell on my keys, Art.
It's all right.
This Hannibal Lecter rip-off
is my father-in-law.
The hell are you doing here, Tinsley?
Besides breaking and entering.
I saw this at the VA.
My daughter's been dead a month,
and you're the poster
boy for Singles Night.
I'm done with the phase of my life
where I have to explain myself to you.
We are no longer related.
Now get the hell off of my boat.
Actually, this boat belongs to me,
so how about you get
the hell off my boat?
Whoever's boat it is...
it's haunted!
- It's my haunted boat.
- I said it's my boat.
- It's my boat!
- Get off my boat.
- Get off my boat.
- It's my boat!
Jean told me that you gave her the boat.
Well, Jean told me that
you were a Baptist,
so it looks like both of
us got some bad intel.
So what's your plan here, Tinsley?
Well, before there were witnesses,
I was going to render you unconscious
and then just drive my boat away.
Well, raise a glass to witnesses.
Well, what should we do?
Should we play Monopoly
while you berate me?
Listen to records while you berate me?
I berate myself,
you decide I'm not doing it right
and then you berate me?
Whichever you want
to start with, 'cause, uh,
we're gonna play all the hits.
Reverend Jax,
why the emergency rehearsal?
Our sister church is
coming to Singles Night.
I thought we could knock their socks off
with an impromptu choir performance.
- Where's Arthur?
- Yeah.
By now I'm guessing he's
at the bottom of the lake.
His father-in-law's as lethal as I'd be
if I still had my Bowflex.
Local climate never did agree with you.
Might be best to leave,
before it turns against you.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- I can wait you out.
I brought my own rations.
Your horned-up church
has been sending me
care packages ever since Jean died.
The Lord provides.
Apparently dark chocolate...
but nobody's perfect.
God, I hate the way you chew.
Hurry up! We'll be late for
Singles Night/afternoon.
Oh. Well, we better get going.
We don't wanna be late for whatever
the opposite of porn is.
Okay, listen.
If I gave Dwayne the wrong idea
at the Moonbow,
I need to send a clear signal
that I am not interested
in romantic involvement whatsoever.
We need an outfit that
sends the right message.
What do we think the message
is we're sending here?
I wanna be hot, but not hot
to Dwayne, who's a vegan,
so I'm wearing a leather skort
and this shirt that Wayne bought for me.
You look like if cheese fries
for the table were a person.
You look like... a half-priced hooker.
See, right now, it's like,
"Who's that nerd?"
But when I wanna attract a guy,
I take the glasses off...
And boom.
The "Pretty Woman" montage is over.
- I'm picking your outfit.
- That's a good plan.
All right, I hear the bus coming.
Go long, man.
Oh, nope, false alarm.
It's just a pickup truck.
- Come on back.
- Wayne, you're here early!
If everyone has your
open-hearted enthusiasm,
this night is gonna definitely
end in a love connection.
And you brought Cash to
an adults-only event.
Oh, yeah. Chicks friggin' salivate
over single dads, and when they show up,
they're gonna see me mid-throw
in an idyllic Toblerone
of father-son bonding.
My feet hurt, man.
Hey, no more false alarms, I promise.
Oh. All right, no, I hear it for sure.
Fly pattern... go.
Man, I'm really sorry, but I lied.
- Come on back.
- Oh!
- Here they are.
- What?
Where did it come from?
Change of plans, man.
I'm just gonna tussle your hair instead.
- I'm sweaty.
- Oh, God, man... what...
you only ran twice. What in the world?
Cash? Wait... Cash, what?
♪ Oh, Lord, my God ♪
Now remember,
zipper placement is crucial.
There's a distinct line between...
"I'm not wearing anything
under this," and,
"I'm with maintenance."
Mmm... here we go.
♪ I hear the rolling thunder ♪
You got this.
Be direct. He can take it.
He's a grown man.
He's sort of two grown men.
- Nice jumpsuit.
- You're too sweet.
Just like my coffee.
Did you know Hawaii
grows the most coffee
in the United States?
Which is weird,
'cause I always associate
it with pineapples
and overweight guys playing the ukulele,
but actually that's
stereotyping, just like
thinking how everybody in
Kentucky owns a racehorse
or marries their cousin,
which actually shows
a true lack of understanding
about how expensive
it is to board a horse,
but haters gonna hate.
Would you excuse me?
I did not know that.
Tick tock, tick tock.
You know,
for all of Germany's shortcomings,
they really make a hell of a clock.
All right, that's it. I'm leaving.
I really thought you'd last longer
before waving your little white flag.
No, you win. You're the captain now.
You are the hero.
♪ The Lord is my shepherd... ♪
Arthur, I knew you'd come!
The light in your heart
outshines the darkness.
I got tired of sitting at home
listening to crap music,
so I thought I'd try it on dry land.
Our sister church brought their very own
religious-themed discing jockey.
She's spinning something called
"House Hymns."
Her stage name is WWDJ.
What does that even mean?
"What would disc jockey?"
Is there a place where people aren't?
Yeah! Let me join you.
Yeah, so, uh, ever since we split up,
I've just been all about
taking care of my son, Cash.
It's the, uh, it's the toughest job
you'll ever love.
- Oh, is that him?
- Hey.
Oh.
Uh, yeah.
Hey, will you excuse me for one second?
Uh, I think he's having an
allergic reaction to music.
Hey, Cash. What are you doing?
Trying to let her know I'm interested.
Oh, dude, no, no, no, no.
See, the trick with girls like that
is you gotta let 'em know that
you ain't interested, okay?
Your best bet is to, like,
kiss some other girl
in front of her, or just leave.
'Cause that'll send a
pretty clear message.
Last time I took advice from you...
- Mm-hmm?
- Our whole school got lice.
At least you were listening to me, son.
Boy, am I jealous of you.
The hottest guy
in the whole place can't
stop staring at you.
Oh, Dwayne? We're just good friends.
Well, actually,
more like brother and sister,
'cause they don't ever kiss.
Oh, no, hopefully never.
Actually, you might be perfect for him.
You don't know anything about me, so...
- Uh, what's your name?
- Georgia.
He loves Georgia!
- Aah!
- Dwayne!
Guess who has the same name
as your favorite state?
What... your name is Enlightenment?
Oh, what a fun guess. No, I'm Georgia.
- Georgia? Oh.
- Yeah.
Yeah, most people would be delighted
to have a professor for a son-in-law.
Ex-professor.
Okay, idiot.
I thought I might find you here.
All right, give me back
my voltage regulator.
I don't know what that is, but I do have
a pocketful of colorful wires.
All family relationships
are complicated.
My father cheats at charades.
Whispering is still talking.
Oh, he's not family.
He's just the man that my
daughter wasted her life on.
You want the boat so much?
You can have it.
But you need to admit that
you're doing this to spite me,
not because you care about Jean.
You never made time for
her when she was alive.
But if you want to see her now,
she's right out there.
The cemetery's actually that way.
He got turned around.
Hey, man.
You know,
it's not that your dancing
wasn't really good...
It was, like,
some of the best I've ever seen.
It's just that people
usually only do the YMCA
during that one song.
It's okay, Dad. I'm not surprised.
She's like a ten, and I'm a four.
Oh, come on, man. That is nonsense.
Look at your mom and me.
She's a 14, and I'm a 2.
But... look.
Maybe next time you just,
you know, you just ask her to dance.
But make it a slow song 'cause...
girls like slow songs.
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome, buddy.
And you're not a two.
Oh, man, I know. I'm like a 30.
But that would've made
for a real stinker
of a pep talk, don't you think?
What are we doing out here?
Okay, the sun is about to set,
so I'm at least adjacent to
socially acceptable drinking hours.
I'm avoiding seeing Dwayne.
It's like making pickles.
Is this another one of those desultory,
esoteric, Southern metaphors?
After you put the pickles
in the garbage can,
the key thing is to just
not take the lid off.
Why are you making
pickles in a garbage can?
People think that good pickles
come from spices, but it's the timing.
Hang on, I haven't bought
in to your basic premise
that you need a garbage
can to make pickles.
You take the lid off too early,
you get salty cucumbers.
You leave it on too long...
... right in the trash can.
Where you're making the pickles?
Gross, no.
It's a dedicated
pickle-making garbage can.
Look, my point is
that right now is not the time
to get involved with Dwayne.
Well, tell him. If he's really a friend,
he'll understand.
Unless he's like my
insane father-in-law,
has to make every
situation about himself.
You know anyone else like that?
Yeah. I think I do.
Chris Pilot. Couldn't go two seconds
without bringing up his Pulitzer.
Right...
Look, you two are both grieving,
so maybe instead of taking
your anger out on each other,
try to find a little common
ground in your sorrow.
No, it's not the same thing.
I lost my wife.
Well, he lost his daughter.
How about I start taking your advice
about difficult conversations
when you stop hiding to avoid them?
Dwayne? Can we talk?
Do you mind if I go first?
Ginny, I'm sorry for
making things so weird.
Yes, I had feelings for you,
but I care way too much about
our friendship to pursue them.
I care about
our friendship, too, Dwayne.
I depend on it.
I just hate how awkward it's been.
I mean, I tried to
apologize to you tonight,
but clearly you've been avoiding me.
Hey... friends?
Friends.
You know,
I only asked you to save me a dance
because I wanted to go back to
the best time in our friendship
when we would rock it
at the school dance.
Well, then let's go back.
You still remember that routine
we did at the Soy Bean Harvest?
The one the paper called "out of place"?
- Mm-hmm.
- You know I do.
♪ Party people! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ We kickin' the flow ♪
- ♪ We kickin' the flow ♪
♪ And it goes a little
something like this ♪
♪ Tag Team, back again ♪
I'd like to take this opportunity
to express my gratitude
and to thank you for those care packages
that you've been sending.
I'm so sorry.
I wish I would've thought to reach out,
but unfortunately, I have not.
But they always come with this, uh,
this same little card. Here you go.
♪ Party over here, party over there ♪
♪ Wave your hands in the air,
shake your derriere ♪
♪ These three words
mean you're getting' busy ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is, hit me ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is ♪
"Enjoy the protein
shakes and granola bars,
"and remember: today is going
to be better than yesterday.
Love, your friends at
the First Second Church."
♪ Shaka-laka, shaka-laka,
shaka-lak, a-shaka ♪
♪ Whoomp! Shaka-laka, shaka-laka ♪
♪ Shaka-lak, a-shaka, whoomp!
Can you dig it? ♪
- ♪ Can you dig it? ♪
- ♪ Can y'all dig it? ♪
♪ Can you dig it? ♪
That's odd,
that's what Arthur calls our church.
Aww.
Son of a bitch.
It's electric!
Hi, I'm Cash.
Hey. Harper.
So since you're on break, care to dance?
Sure.
♪ You can't see it ♪
♪ It's electric ♪
♪ You gotta feel it ♪
♪ It's electric ♪
♪♪
♪ Ooh, it's shakin' ♪
- ♪ It's electric ♪
- Uh, right here?
♪ Jiggle-a-mesa-cara ♪
- ♪ She's a pumpin' like a matic ♪
- Sorry.
♪ She's moving like electric,
she sure got the boogie ♪
♪ You gotta know it ♪
- Wait, here?
- ♪ It's electric ♪
- ♪ Boogie woogie, woogie ♪
- ♪ Now you can't hold it ♪
- What are you doing?
- Uh... sorry.
♪ But you know it's there ♪
- ♪ Here there and everywhere ♪
- Forget it.
- Where are you going?
- My son needs a slow song.
This group can't handle a tempo change.
♪ You can't see it ♪
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
- ♪ You gotta feel it ♪
- Hey, what's happening now?
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
♪ Ooh, it's shakin' ♪
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
♪ Jiggle-a-mesa-cara she's
a pumpin' like a matic ♪
♪ She's movin' like electric ♪
♪ She sure got the boogie ♪
♪ Ola ola eh, ola eh ♪
- ♪ Don dela don deloh! ♪
- ♪ Ola ola eh, ola eh ♪
♪ Don dela don deloh! ♪
Are you shopping for a plot?
I know what you did.
I don't need or want your sympathies.
I wasn't doing it for you.
I was doing it for Jean.
She asked me to look out for you.
Well, she asked me not to kill you.
You wanna know the real reason
I haven't been by since the funeral?
It's just too damn hard.
I thought I'd feel that way,
but this is...
this is where I feel close to her.
This and...
And that and the boat.
As hard as it is for you to visit
is as hard as it is for me to leave.
Keep the boat.
She'd want you to have it.
Thank you, Tinsley.
Hey, would you mind coming
by later to fix those wires,
'cause I don't know how to do that.
I know you can hear me!
Jesus.
I was hopeful that Singles Night
would end in a love connection,
but I'll settle for a family connection.
That is not what happened here.
I think you "doth protest too much."
Hamlet said that in
the Shakespeare play,
"Everyone Loses When Your
Mother Marries Your Uncle."
What's going on there?
Oh, just another fella in our family
hitting the jackpot with a woman
who's out of his league.
Well, that was a fun Singles Night.
Yeah, but Harper does have concerns
about Dad as a father figure.
Pretty and smart.
You're in a lot of trouble, son.
I'm single and a doctor"?
I don't think I've ever said that.
I do drink a lot.
Stuff I've agreed to on
a bender... dang.
I still have so much makeup to sell.
Wow, Arthur, your head looks so huge.
You're like a giant,
grumpy PEZ dispenser.
I'll see you at Singles Night.
No, you will not see me
at Singles Night.
And who decided it was
okay to use my photo?
Sorry! I needed to entice all ages,
and you're in a demographic sweet spot.
To the elderly widows,
you're a hot young renegade
who does not have time
for blood thinners,
and to the middle-aged divorcees,
you're not their husband.
The elderly widows are the
reason we have Singles Night
- at 2:00 in the afternoon.
- My wife just died.
I'm not interested in dating anyone.
I'm not a monster.
I just love love and I'd
love to be the reason
a couple falls in love.
It doesn't have to be you.
Who's the "Second First
Church of the Cumberlands"?
We are.
That's a ridiculous name for a church.
I've been calling it the First Second
Church of the Cumberlands,
which is also a ridiculous
name for a church.
Aww, you've been talking about us.
Not in the way you were hoping.
We need to talk.
If this is about that
cinnamon bun I ate,
it's only 'cause I sneezed on it.
It was basically garbage.
Girl, don't eat garbage.
Why are you in here hiding from Dwayne?
Dwayne's here? No way.
It's just so awkward
with Singles Night/afternoon coming up.
We still haven't spoken
about how he showed up
on my lawn and asked me out yet.
It's not surprising.
You still haven't told
the line cook your name is not Jeanine.
Oh, please. Ginny's a difficult name,
and plus, I don't wanna confuse
Athanasios Pappadopolis.
It just sucks.
Dwayne and I used to be so close,
and now it's so awkward.
I mean, do you want to go out with him?
No. Well, I mean, maybe.
I don't know. Just not right now.
Just be honest with him.
I mean, every time
I look at him, I still see
the enormous third grader who
was my square-dancing partner.
Whenever I look at him,
I see a paying customer
who's waiting to give his order.
- On it.
- Thank you.
- Athanasios.
- Jeanine.
Hey, Dwayne, the usual?
Vegan lumberjack, tofu over hard?
- Yes indeed.
- Mm-hmm.
So Ginny... Ginny?
You're probably not going
to Singles Night, huh?
- Actually, I am.
- Oh, well good.
Save me a dance?
- Sure.
- All right.
I'll put you on my dance card.
- Okay.
- That's a thing, isn't it?
I mean, I don't know,
I could never afford cotillion.
I just kissed boys behind
the country club dumpster.
I'll see you there.
You know you just agreed to go out
on a date with him, right?
And admitted you were fast and poor.
Oh, my God...
I'll check the wiring,
but most flickering lights
are caused by ghosts.
Well, I appreciate it.
Just when you think things
can't get more primitive...
The human larynx is
remarkably vulnerable.
Easy, old timer.
No one has to get hurt here.
Psych!
No dice, stumpy.
Only my mama calls me stumpy.
Oh, God, I fell on my keys, Art.
It's all right.
This Hannibal Lecter rip-off
is my father-in-law.
The hell are you doing here, Tinsley?
Besides breaking and entering.
I saw this at the VA.
My daughter's been dead a month,
and you're the poster
boy for Singles Night.
I'm done with the phase of my life
where I have to explain myself to you.
We are no longer related.
Now get the hell off of my boat.
Actually, this boat belongs to me,
so how about you get
the hell off my boat?
Whoever's boat it is...
it's haunted!
- It's my haunted boat.
- I said it's my boat.
- It's my boat!
- Get off my boat.
- Get off my boat.
- It's my boat!
Jean told me that you gave her the boat.
Well, Jean told me that
you were a Baptist,
so it looks like both of
us got some bad intel.
So what's your plan here, Tinsley?
Well, before there were witnesses,
I was going to render you unconscious
and then just drive my boat away.
Well, raise a glass to witnesses.
Well, what should we do?
Should we play Monopoly
while you berate me?
Listen to records while you berate me?
I berate myself,
you decide I'm not doing it right
and then you berate me?
Whichever you want
to start with, 'cause, uh,
we're gonna play all the hits.
Reverend Jax,
why the emergency rehearsal?
Our sister church is
coming to Singles Night.
I thought we could knock their socks off
with an impromptu choir performance.
- Where's Arthur?
- Yeah.
By now I'm guessing he's
at the bottom of the lake.
His father-in-law's as lethal as I'd be
if I still had my Bowflex.
Local climate never did agree with you.
Might be best to leave,
before it turns against you.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- I can wait you out.
I brought my own rations.
Your horned-up church
has been sending me
care packages ever since Jean died.
The Lord provides.
Apparently dark chocolate...
but nobody's perfect.
God, I hate the way you chew.
Hurry up! We'll be late for
Singles Night/afternoon.
Oh. Well, we better get going.
We don't wanna be late for whatever
the opposite of porn is.
Okay, listen.
If I gave Dwayne the wrong idea
at the Moonbow,
I need to send a clear signal
that I am not interested
in romantic involvement whatsoever.
We need an outfit that
sends the right message.
What do we think the message
is we're sending here?
I wanna be hot, but not hot
to Dwayne, who's a vegan,
so I'm wearing a leather skort
and this shirt that Wayne bought for me.
You look like if cheese fries
for the table were a person.
You look like... a half-priced hooker.
See, right now, it's like,
"Who's that nerd?"
But when I wanna attract a guy,
I take the glasses off...
And boom.
The "Pretty Woman" montage is over.
- I'm picking your outfit.
- That's a good plan.
All right, I hear the bus coming.
Go long, man.
Oh, nope, false alarm.
It's just a pickup truck.
- Come on back.
- Wayne, you're here early!
If everyone has your
open-hearted enthusiasm,
this night is gonna definitely
end in a love connection.
And you brought Cash to
an adults-only event.
Oh, yeah. Chicks friggin' salivate
over single dads, and when they show up,
they're gonna see me mid-throw
in an idyllic Toblerone
of father-son bonding.
My feet hurt, man.
Hey, no more false alarms, I promise.
Oh. All right, no, I hear it for sure.
Fly pattern... go.
Man, I'm really sorry, but I lied.
- Come on back.
- Oh!
- Here they are.
- What?
Where did it come from?
Change of plans, man.
I'm just gonna tussle your hair instead.
- I'm sweaty.
- Oh, God, man... what...
you only ran twice. What in the world?
Cash? Wait... Cash, what?
♪ Oh, Lord, my God ♪
Now remember,
zipper placement is crucial.
There's a distinct line between...
"I'm not wearing anything
under this," and,
"I'm with maintenance."
Mmm... here we go.
♪ I hear the rolling thunder ♪
You got this.
Be direct. He can take it.
He's a grown man.
He's sort of two grown men.
- Nice jumpsuit.
- You're too sweet.
Just like my coffee.
Did you know Hawaii
grows the most coffee
in the United States?
Which is weird,
'cause I always associate
it with pineapples
and overweight guys playing the ukulele,
but actually that's
stereotyping, just like
thinking how everybody in
Kentucky owns a racehorse
or marries their cousin,
which actually shows
a true lack of understanding
about how expensive
it is to board a horse,
but haters gonna hate.
Would you excuse me?
I did not know that.
Tick tock, tick tock.
You know,
for all of Germany's shortcomings,
they really make a hell of a clock.
All right, that's it. I'm leaving.
I really thought you'd last longer
before waving your little white flag.
No, you win. You're the captain now.
You are the hero.
♪ The Lord is my shepherd... ♪
Arthur, I knew you'd come!
The light in your heart
outshines the darkness.
I got tired of sitting at home
listening to crap music,
so I thought I'd try it on dry land.
Our sister church brought their very own
religious-themed discing jockey.
She's spinning something called
"House Hymns."
Her stage name is WWDJ.
What does that even mean?
"What would disc jockey?"
Is there a place where people aren't?
Yeah! Let me join you.
Yeah, so, uh, ever since we split up,
I've just been all about
taking care of my son, Cash.
It's the, uh, it's the toughest job
you'll ever love.
- Oh, is that him?
- Hey.
Oh.
Uh, yeah.
Hey, will you excuse me for one second?
Uh, I think he's having an
allergic reaction to music.
Hey, Cash. What are you doing?
Trying to let her know I'm interested.
Oh, dude, no, no, no, no.
See, the trick with girls like that
is you gotta let 'em know that
you ain't interested, okay?
Your best bet is to, like,
kiss some other girl
in front of her, or just leave.
'Cause that'll send a
pretty clear message.
Last time I took advice from you...
- Mm-hmm?
- Our whole school got lice.
At least you were listening to me, son.
Boy, am I jealous of you.
The hottest guy
in the whole place can't
stop staring at you.
Oh, Dwayne? We're just good friends.
Well, actually,
more like brother and sister,
'cause they don't ever kiss.
Oh, no, hopefully never.
Actually, you might be perfect for him.
You don't know anything about me, so...
- Uh, what's your name?
- Georgia.
He loves Georgia!
- Aah!
- Dwayne!
Guess who has the same name
as your favorite state?
What... your name is Enlightenment?
Oh, what a fun guess. No, I'm Georgia.
- Georgia? Oh.
- Yeah.
Yeah, most people would be delighted
to have a professor for a son-in-law.
Ex-professor.
Okay, idiot.
I thought I might find you here.
All right, give me back
my voltage regulator.
I don't know what that is, but I do have
a pocketful of colorful wires.
All family relationships
are complicated.
My father cheats at charades.
Whispering is still talking.
Oh, he's not family.
He's just the man that my
daughter wasted her life on.
You want the boat so much?
You can have it.
But you need to admit that
you're doing this to spite me,
not because you care about Jean.
You never made time for
her when she was alive.
But if you want to see her now,
she's right out there.
The cemetery's actually that way.
He got turned around.
Hey, man.
You know,
it's not that your dancing
wasn't really good...
It was, like,
some of the best I've ever seen.
It's just that people
usually only do the YMCA
during that one song.
It's okay, Dad. I'm not surprised.
She's like a ten, and I'm a four.
Oh, come on, man. That is nonsense.
Look at your mom and me.
She's a 14, and I'm a 2.
But... look.
Maybe next time you just,
you know, you just ask her to dance.
But make it a slow song 'cause...
girls like slow songs.
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome, buddy.
And you're not a two.
Oh, man, I know. I'm like a 30.
But that would've made
for a real stinker
of a pep talk, don't you think?
What are we doing out here?
Okay, the sun is about to set,
so I'm at least adjacent to
socially acceptable drinking hours.
I'm avoiding seeing Dwayne.
It's like making pickles.
Is this another one of those desultory,
esoteric, Southern metaphors?
After you put the pickles
in the garbage can,
the key thing is to just
not take the lid off.
Why are you making
pickles in a garbage can?
People think that good pickles
come from spices, but it's the timing.
Hang on, I haven't bought
in to your basic premise
that you need a garbage
can to make pickles.
You take the lid off too early,
you get salty cucumbers.
You leave it on too long...
... right in the trash can.
Where you're making the pickles?
Gross, no.
It's a dedicated
pickle-making garbage can.
Look, my point is
that right now is not the time
to get involved with Dwayne.
Well, tell him. If he's really a friend,
he'll understand.
Unless he's like my
insane father-in-law,
has to make every
situation about himself.
You know anyone else like that?
Yeah. I think I do.
Chris Pilot. Couldn't go two seconds
without bringing up his Pulitzer.
Right...
Look, you two are both grieving,
so maybe instead of taking
your anger out on each other,
try to find a little common
ground in your sorrow.
No, it's not the same thing.
I lost my wife.
Well, he lost his daughter.
How about I start taking your advice
about difficult conversations
when you stop hiding to avoid them?
Dwayne? Can we talk?
Do you mind if I go first?
Ginny, I'm sorry for
making things so weird.
Yes, I had feelings for you,
but I care way too much about
our friendship to pursue them.
I care about
our friendship, too, Dwayne.
I depend on it.
I just hate how awkward it's been.
I mean, I tried to
apologize to you tonight,
but clearly you've been avoiding me.
Hey... friends?
Friends.
You know,
I only asked you to save me a dance
because I wanted to go back to
the best time in our friendship
when we would rock it
at the school dance.
Well, then let's go back.
You still remember that routine
we did at the Soy Bean Harvest?
The one the paper called "out of place"?
- Mm-hmm.
- You know I do.
♪ Party people! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ We kickin' the flow ♪
- ♪ We kickin' the flow ♪
♪ And it goes a little
something like this ♪
♪ Tag Team, back again ♪
I'd like to take this opportunity
to express my gratitude
and to thank you for those care packages
that you've been sending.
I'm so sorry.
I wish I would've thought to reach out,
but unfortunately, I have not.
But they always come with this, uh,
this same little card. Here you go.
♪ Party over here, party over there ♪
♪ Wave your hands in the air,
shake your derriere ♪
♪ These three words
mean you're getting' busy ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is, hit me ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is ♪
♪ Whoomp, there it is ♪
"Enjoy the protein
shakes and granola bars,
"and remember: today is going
to be better than yesterday.
Love, your friends at
the First Second Church."
♪ Shaka-laka, shaka-laka,
shaka-lak, a-shaka ♪
♪ Whoomp! Shaka-laka, shaka-laka ♪
♪ Shaka-lak, a-shaka, whoomp!
Can you dig it? ♪
- ♪ Can you dig it? ♪
- ♪ Can y'all dig it? ♪
♪ Can you dig it? ♪
That's odd,
that's what Arthur calls our church.
Aww.
Son of a bitch.
It's electric!
Hi, I'm Cash.
Hey. Harper.
So since you're on break, care to dance?
Sure.
♪ You can't see it ♪
♪ It's electric ♪
♪ You gotta feel it ♪
♪ It's electric ♪
♪♪
♪ Ooh, it's shakin' ♪
- ♪ It's electric ♪
- Uh, right here?
♪ Jiggle-a-mesa-cara ♪
- ♪ She's a pumpin' like a matic ♪
- Sorry.
♪ She's moving like electric,
she sure got the boogie ♪
♪ You gotta know it ♪
- Wait, here?
- ♪ It's electric ♪
- ♪ Boogie woogie, woogie ♪
- ♪ Now you can't hold it ♪
- What are you doing?
- Uh... sorry.
♪ But you know it's there ♪
- ♪ Here there and everywhere ♪
- Forget it.
- Where are you going?
- My son needs a slow song.
This group can't handle a tempo change.
♪ You can't see it ♪
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
- ♪ You gotta feel it ♪
- Hey, what's happening now?
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
♪ Ooh, it's shakin' ♪
♪ It's electric, boogie woogie, woogie ♪
♪ Jiggle-a-mesa-cara she's
a pumpin' like a matic ♪
♪ She's movin' like electric ♪
♪ She sure got the boogie ♪
♪ Ola ola eh, ola eh ♪
- ♪ Don dela don deloh! ♪
- ♪ Ola ola eh, ola eh ♪
♪ Don dela don deloh! ♪
Are you shopping for a plot?
I know what you did.
I don't need or want your sympathies.
I wasn't doing it for you.
I was doing it for Jean.
She asked me to look out for you.
Well, she asked me not to kill you.
You wanna know the real reason
I haven't been by since the funeral?
It's just too damn hard.
I thought I'd feel that way,
but this is...
this is where I feel close to her.
This and...
And that and the boat.
As hard as it is for you to visit
is as hard as it is for me to leave.
Keep the boat.
She'd want you to have it.
Thank you, Tinsley.
Hey, would you mind coming
by later to fix those wires,
'cause I don't know how to do that.
I know you can hear me!
Jesus.
I was hopeful that Singles Night
would end in a love connection,
but I'll settle for a family connection.
That is not what happened here.
I think you "doth protest too much."
Hamlet said that in
the Shakespeare play,
"Everyone Loses When Your
Mother Marries Your Uncle."
What's going on there?
Oh, just another fella in our family
hitting the jackpot with a woman
who's out of his league.
Well, that was a fun Singles Night.
Yeah, but Harper does have concerns
about Dad as a father figure.
Pretty and smart.
You're in a lot of trouble, son.