Reba (2001–2007): Season 5, Episode 19 - Here We Go Again - full transcript
Reba is worried when she and Brock must attend an anger management therapy session that was mandated by the court during their divorce. Cheyenne and Van are required to be present as well, and Reba fears things have gone from bad to worse when everyone starts arguing in front of the therapist. Later, Barbra Jean crashes the session and the five adults end up telling the therapist about the crazy things they have done to each other over the years.
Okay, say the thing again.
Reba, we got it, okay?
We know what to do.
Say... the... thing. [Sighs]
[Together] Our family is
happy. We have no problems.
Things are terrific.
Thank you.
You know, I don't know why you're
so tense about talking to this counselor.
I mean, five years ago, you were the one
tellin' us we should tell him everything.
Five years ago, we got sent to
anger management by the court.
It was supposed to be part of
a-an attempt to save our marriage.
Nice work, Brock.
Mom, remember, this is our
last court-ordered visit. Be nice.
Sorry. You're right. Okay.
All we have to do is get this form signed,
and we never have to come back again.
So, we have no problems.
Everybody's happy?
Oh, wait a minute.
Where's Barbra Jean?
I didn't tell her.
We're trying to get out of therapy,
not get sent to the loony bin.
I cannot believe that you wore
that shirt after I told you not to.
Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I wore
this shirt because you told me not to.
- What do you care what I wear?
- Because you're my husband, Van.
And if you look like a cowboy
goober, it reflects badly on me.
- Shh!
- Oh, it's all about you,
isn't it, Cheyenne?
- Thanks a lot. Now I want Goobers!
- Shh!
Knock it off, or I'm gonna
make you say the thing again.
Oh, God.
I'm a grown man, Cheyenne.
I'll wear what I want!
Oh, grown man Van, but you're
still wearing Spider-Man underwear.
Oh, yeah? Well, your underwear
says "Friday" on it, and it's Wednesday.
[Laughs]
Is there a problem
out here? [Chuckles]
The only problem we have is trying
to figure out who loves who the most.
I think it's me.
- All right then. Van Montgomery.
- Mmm.
- Would you come in, please?
- Sure.
Okay, before you go
in, say the thing again.
Say it. One more
time for me. Come on.
No. I've had enough people telling
me what to do today, thank you.
Have fun, urban cow freak.
Hey, wait a minute.
I gave him that shirt.
[Reba] Ha, hey!
♪ My roots are
planted in the past ♪
♪ Though my life
is changing fast ♪
♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪
♪ A single mom
who works too hard ♪
♪ Who loves her
kids and never stops ♪
♪ With gentle hands ♪
♪ And the heart of a fighter ♪
♪ I'm a survivor ♪♪
Really, Van, you don't
have to lie on the couch.
My dogs are tired.
You know what this couch needs?
A cup holder. Right there.
Okay, sit up now.
So how would you say you and
your wife are getting along these days?
You mean Cheyenne.
Fine. I guess fine, for
being a married couple.
I mean, everyone
has their problems.
It's not like we fight
on a daily basis.
Some days I don't
even see her. [Laughs]
Come on, Doc. You're
married. Give me some sugar.
So there are problems?
Well, yes. It's just that
she's so critical and vain.
Hi. I'm Cheyenne.
I'm your queen.
Fine. Play your silly game.
Just help me to the car.
- But I'm in
the middle of a game.
- I said help me to the car!
Well, the apartment
was just so boring before.
It didn't make a statement of
who you are. And now it does.
Oh, it sure does. But,
unfortunately, that statement is,
"I'm Cheyenne."
Hello, love of my
life. Hello, tramp.
Oh, she's hot.
I'm hot too.
Hey, Cheyenne, whatcha doin'?
Making a list of
insulting names to call
Van when he gets back
from shaving his head.
If you have any interest in kissing
me tonight, you will not eat those.
I want you to stop vomiting!
If I could control it, I'd
do it on you right now.
My body can not
possibly stretch any more.
My ankles are fat.
My back hurts. Van!
Will you please stop
breathing down my neck?
Here's my book. I
Married a "Hot" Jerk.
Did you pray that I
wouldn't slap you?
Why would we pray that? Ow.
- Shut up, Van.
- Shut up, Van.
- Shut up, Van.
Wait a minute.
[Van Crying]
This man is good.
He's good.
- Van, are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
I just feel like a tremendous
weight has been lifted.
What did you and
your stupid shirt say?
You see that, Doc? You
see how she talks to Van?
It makes Van sad.
- Okay. Cheyenne,
do you wanna be next?
- Oh, you bet I do.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
Why don't I go in and-and kinda
explain what everybody's gonna say first?
- Oh, you'll get your chance.
- Yeah, you'll get your chance.
You wanna know how smart she is,
Doc? Take a look at her underwear!
That came out wrong. I meant...
- Okay, Cheyenne. This isn't about judging.
- Van's a baby, and he's a liar.
- What?
- Oh, yeah.
The only reason we fight is
because he is so immature.
Wow. Didn't even
make it to the couch.
Oh, yeah. You should
hear some of these stories.
He can be such an idiot.
[Gasps]
Honey, why couldn't you
have waited 30 seconds to eat?
Why can't you cook?
- [Reba] Van! - What? I'm okay.
That was a close one. [Groans]
♪♪ [Up Tempo]
[Objects Clattering]
Do you really think that you're gonna
scare someone off with a lightsaber?
I will if I use the Force.
[Hum Resonating]
What's it gonna be? Shave it.
[Clippers Whirring]
Bet you hear this a lot.
My old lady doesn't want
me to do it. [Whirring Stops]
[Sighs] But I mean,
it's-it's my head.
It should be my decision.
[Clippers Whirring]
I just hate when
she's mad at me.
[Whirring Stops] I
don't know. I don't know.
What do you think? [Whirring]
Okay. Okay. Let's do it.
Stop!
Van, what exactly
did you say? Nothing.
I just told a few stories. Oh, Lord,
Reba. The kid's been telling stories.
Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
Hey, best husband ever.
- Oh.
- Oh, Lord, Reba.
We are doomed! They're gonna
wanna put us all on medication.
And you can't drink
when you're on medication!
Okay. Just calm down.
So the kids are crazy.
It just makes it that
much more important
that the adults don't
act like they're nuts.
There you are. I cannot believe
you guys did not invite me to therapy.
It's like not inviting a
chimp to a banana factory.
Maybe I will look
good in a straightjacket.
Barbra Jean, what
are you doin' here?
Well, the therapist called
me and asked me to join you.
He said that my
perspective was important.
The therapist is an idiot.
And you should avoid
therapists at all costs,
because they have the
power to put you away.
If you bothered to
watch Dr. Phil, Reba,
you would realize that
they're here to help.
A half hour in an office or a
TV studio can fix anyone's life.
Okay. Who is next?
Ooh, I am. I am. Oh,
no, no, no, no, no, no.
Is there a problem?
Problem? No problem at all.
Go ahead, Barbra
Jean. It's okay.
She's a drinker.
[Gasps] Ooh,
University of Texas.
You know, my father went there.
My father. Oh, boy. It's
all starting to come up.
Gee, thanks.
Actually, uh, Mrs. Hart, uh, I can schedule
you for a separate appointment for that.
But for right now,
we're here to talk about
your marriage and your
relationship with Reba.
I understand. Yes, I am
here to talk about Reba.
So, Reba.
Oh, boy. It's all
starting to come up.
Can I give you a hug? Not if I
was choking on a piece of sausage.
- Give me a boost.
- Me boost you?
You'd pound me into the ground!
There'd be just this little
head down here in the dirt.
And you're not the boss of me!
I know. If I was your boss,
we'd be sleeping together by now.
Reba, try not to think of it as
you not being in the contest.
Think of it as me saving you
from making a fool of yourself.
Do you have a full-length
mirror in your house?
- Ding-dong.
- Yes, you are.
[Chuckles] Clever.
What would you have said if I
would have said “knock-knock”?
I would have said
you're a ding-dong.
Maybe my clever little comments
when you're around are immature,
but that's how
I've dealt with this.
This hasn't been easy
for me, Barbra Jean.
Well, I am very sorry to
hear that, Reba. Okay.
Because, as you could imagine,
it has just been a
freakin' picnic for me!
You think your clever little
comments are tough for me to handle?
[Scoffs] I'm the
other woman, Reba.
I'm the Whore of Babylon!
Reba, would you mind coming in?
Where's Barbra Jean? She used the
privacy exit. I sent her to a colleague.
Huh. That Barbra Jean,
don't you just love her?
She can't help herself. I mean,
she's always told those tall tales.
I think it's 'cause
she's so tall. [Chuckles]
Sounded pretty realistic to me.
I'm only crazy 'cause
she made me that way.
You have no idea
what she's really like.
♪ Gratia Dei, Maria ♪
Break it down, Mary!
Yeah!
Hey. Oh!
Oh. Barbra Jean,
what are you doin'?
No sign of Kyra yet.
I'm going back in.
♪♪ [Whistling Nonchalantly]
Brock and I are
having another baby!
But Brock had a vasectomy.
He's getting it reversed!
Wow! How'd you talk him
into that? He doesn't know yet!
You're completely crazy!
What she's trying to say is she has a
problem because she is attracted to you.
Oh, you do smell good. I know.
Okay, no I-I see. Barbra
Jean, I know you love Brock.
Oh, I do. I really... I really
do. I'm evil. That's all.
No, you're going through
something called transference.
It's when somebody in your situation
becomes attracted to their therapist.
Even some of the
nerdy doctors get it.
So... So I'm not bad?
You don't wanna... punish me?
Trust me, no, no.
You're a good person.
But since you're
still flirting with me,
I should probably refer you
and Brock to somebody else.
I'll tell Brock it's because
I've taken on too much.
Oh, Doctor, you
are a wonderful...
wonderful man.
Oh, God.
♪ Amazing Grace, how sweet... ♪♪
She took my gum.
Well, what do
you think? Is it me?
No. It's me!
Wait. Let's be perfectly
clear. The color is stunning.
- It's everything else
that's freaky!
- Oh, now, Reba.
No, Brock, of all the freaky things
she's done, this is the freakiest!
Well, I just wanted to
try something different.
It's my hair! The only thing
different is you're underneath it!
Hey, you know what? I-I don't
think it's really all that similar.
Are you kidding? It's like
looking in a carnival mirror!
Reba, just calm down. I
am not gonna calm down!
I don't want her anywhere near
my house or my kids. She's banned.
- Oh, you can't be serious.
- I can't trust
her judgment anymore.
Who knows what else she's gonna
do? Worse than banned, she's banished!
Oh. Hey, do you think,
now that I'm a redhead,
- I'm gonna get all fiery
and hot tempered too?
- Oh, that's it!
[Screaming, Indistinct]
All right, listen up...
Where is everyone?
Oh, uh, Van and
Cheyenne were arguing,
- so I made 'em wait out
in the parking lot.
- Oh.
I guess they kept arguing, 'cause
the police made 'em go home.
I don't know what the heck
happened to Barbra Jean.
Oh, the doctor referred her to someone
who could give her the proper treatment.
So if the lights start to dim,
we know what's happening.
Okay. I think I have enough
information to make my recommendation.
Whoa, whoa. Wait.
[Chuckles] Don't I get to talk?
I don't think that's necessary... not
after talking to your wife and ex-wife.
No, no, no. That's
not fair. Come on.
You try being married to the
frying pan and then to the fire.
Oh, save it, Brock.
You can talk about it at what I'm
sure will be our weekly sessions.
It was my fault for trying to
get the family to act normal.
Actually, this is normal.
What are you... nuts?
Normal families get into arguments.
They don't always get along.
But you've managed to
stick together and talk it out.
That's a functioning family.
- So we're done?
- Yeah. Let me just
go sign your form,
and you'll be off
the hook for good.
Oh, great. Wow.
- It's great, huh?
- Really great.
So what exactly were you gonna
talk to him about the frying pan?
Whoa, whoa. Nothing, nothing.
Uh-huh. Okay, wow.
Just that, you know, you have this
little tendency to get violent with people.
Let's not leave it
like this. Come here.
Yeah?
- Oh!
- Ow!
[Grunting]
Get over.
Don't you ever stop?
[Screeching]
- That's the stupid...
- [Grunting]
I suppose you want to go
back to the forest now, huh?
Quit making up stories,
Brock. Well, you know, it's just...
- [Man On Set] Here we go!
- Knock, knock. Who's there?
- Who's there?
Blooper. That's who's there.
Guess what every...
I have a good "worth eck"...
I have a good "work eckith."
[With Texan Accent] What's
wrong with chewin' "ass"?
Chewin' ice. Chewin' ice.
Ice. Ice. [Man On Set]
Chewing ice, not ass.
[Laughing]
Maybe you'll be one
of the lucky ones.
Why, who knows? I mean
you did luck out with my carrot.
[Man] She even wrote it down!
So, you don't mind if I
take this and run with it?
No, I don't Barbra Jean.
Reba, I just wanted to tell you.
You're one of my favorite friends.
Anyway, gotta run.
He's not even Chinese. He
just likes messing with me.
[Barbra Jean] All right.
Relax. Relax.
Now y'all laugh really loud
when I say my line, okay?
[Audience Laughs]
Okay, ready? Not that one.
Not that one. This that... This
one I'm gonna say right now.
[Man On Set] Action, please.
Van, you're six foot four with a baby.
[Laughing]
Acme! [Coughing]
Reba, we got it, okay?
We know what to do.
Say... the... thing. [Sighs]
[Together] Our family is
happy. We have no problems.
Things are terrific.
Thank you.
You know, I don't know why you're
so tense about talking to this counselor.
I mean, five years ago, you were the one
tellin' us we should tell him everything.
Five years ago, we got sent to
anger management by the court.
It was supposed to be part of
a-an attempt to save our marriage.
Nice work, Brock.
Mom, remember, this is our
last court-ordered visit. Be nice.
Sorry. You're right. Okay.
All we have to do is get this form signed,
and we never have to come back again.
So, we have no problems.
Everybody's happy?
Oh, wait a minute.
Where's Barbra Jean?
I didn't tell her.
We're trying to get out of therapy,
not get sent to the loony bin.
I cannot believe that you wore
that shirt after I told you not to.
Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I wore
this shirt because you told me not to.
- What do you care what I wear?
- Because you're my husband, Van.
And if you look like a cowboy
goober, it reflects badly on me.
- Shh!
- Oh, it's all about you,
isn't it, Cheyenne?
- Thanks a lot. Now I want Goobers!
- Shh!
Knock it off, or I'm gonna
make you say the thing again.
Oh, God.
I'm a grown man, Cheyenne.
I'll wear what I want!
Oh, grown man Van, but you're
still wearing Spider-Man underwear.
Oh, yeah? Well, your underwear
says "Friday" on it, and it's Wednesday.
[Laughs]
Is there a problem
out here? [Chuckles]
The only problem we have is trying
to figure out who loves who the most.
I think it's me.
- All right then. Van Montgomery.
- Mmm.
- Would you come in, please?
- Sure.
Okay, before you go
in, say the thing again.
Say it. One more
time for me. Come on.
No. I've had enough people telling
me what to do today, thank you.
Have fun, urban cow freak.
Hey, wait a minute.
I gave him that shirt.
[Reba] Ha, hey!
♪ My roots are
planted in the past ♪
♪ Though my life
is changing fast ♪
♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪
♪ A single mom
who works too hard ♪
♪ Who loves her
kids and never stops ♪
♪ With gentle hands ♪
♪ And the heart of a fighter ♪
♪ I'm a survivor ♪♪
Really, Van, you don't
have to lie on the couch.
My dogs are tired.
You know what this couch needs?
A cup holder. Right there.
Okay, sit up now.
So how would you say you and
your wife are getting along these days?
You mean Cheyenne.
Fine. I guess fine, for
being a married couple.
I mean, everyone
has their problems.
It's not like we fight
on a daily basis.
Some days I don't
even see her. [Laughs]
Come on, Doc. You're
married. Give me some sugar.
So there are problems?
Well, yes. It's just that
she's so critical and vain.
Hi. I'm Cheyenne.
I'm your queen.
Fine. Play your silly game.
Just help me to the car.
- But I'm in
the middle of a game.
- I said help me to the car!
Well, the apartment
was just so boring before.
It didn't make a statement of
who you are. And now it does.
Oh, it sure does. But,
unfortunately, that statement is,
"I'm Cheyenne."
Hello, love of my
life. Hello, tramp.
Oh, she's hot.
I'm hot too.
Hey, Cheyenne, whatcha doin'?
Making a list of
insulting names to call
Van when he gets back
from shaving his head.
If you have any interest in kissing
me tonight, you will not eat those.
I want you to stop vomiting!
If I could control it, I'd
do it on you right now.
My body can not
possibly stretch any more.
My ankles are fat.
My back hurts. Van!
Will you please stop
breathing down my neck?
Here's my book. I
Married a "Hot" Jerk.
Did you pray that I
wouldn't slap you?
Why would we pray that? Ow.
- Shut up, Van.
- Shut up, Van.
- Shut up, Van.
Wait a minute.
[Van Crying]
This man is good.
He's good.
- Van, are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
I just feel like a tremendous
weight has been lifted.
What did you and
your stupid shirt say?
You see that, Doc? You
see how she talks to Van?
It makes Van sad.
- Okay. Cheyenne,
do you wanna be next?
- Oh, you bet I do.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
Why don't I go in and-and kinda
explain what everybody's gonna say first?
- Oh, you'll get your chance.
- Yeah, you'll get your chance.
You wanna know how smart she is,
Doc? Take a look at her underwear!
That came out wrong. I meant...
- Okay, Cheyenne. This isn't about judging.
- Van's a baby, and he's a liar.
- What?
- Oh, yeah.
The only reason we fight is
because he is so immature.
Wow. Didn't even
make it to the couch.
Oh, yeah. You should
hear some of these stories.
He can be such an idiot.
[Gasps]
Honey, why couldn't you
have waited 30 seconds to eat?
Why can't you cook?
- [Reba] Van! - What? I'm okay.
That was a close one. [Groans]
♪♪ [Up Tempo]
[Objects Clattering]
Do you really think that you're gonna
scare someone off with a lightsaber?
I will if I use the Force.
[Hum Resonating]
What's it gonna be? Shave it.
[Clippers Whirring]
Bet you hear this a lot.
My old lady doesn't want
me to do it. [Whirring Stops]
[Sighs] But I mean,
it's-it's my head.
It should be my decision.
[Clippers Whirring]
I just hate when
she's mad at me.
[Whirring Stops] I
don't know. I don't know.
What do you think? [Whirring]
Okay. Okay. Let's do it.
Stop!
Van, what exactly
did you say? Nothing.
I just told a few stories. Oh, Lord,
Reba. The kid's been telling stories.
Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
Hey, best husband ever.
- Oh.
- Oh, Lord, Reba.
We are doomed! They're gonna
wanna put us all on medication.
And you can't drink
when you're on medication!
Okay. Just calm down.
So the kids are crazy.
It just makes it that
much more important
that the adults don't
act like they're nuts.
There you are. I cannot believe
you guys did not invite me to therapy.
It's like not inviting a
chimp to a banana factory.
Maybe I will look
good in a straightjacket.
Barbra Jean, what
are you doin' here?
Well, the therapist called
me and asked me to join you.
He said that my
perspective was important.
The therapist is an idiot.
And you should avoid
therapists at all costs,
because they have the
power to put you away.
If you bothered to
watch Dr. Phil, Reba,
you would realize that
they're here to help.
A half hour in an office or a
TV studio can fix anyone's life.
Okay. Who is next?
Ooh, I am. I am. Oh,
no, no, no, no, no, no.
Is there a problem?
Problem? No problem at all.
Go ahead, Barbra
Jean. It's okay.
She's a drinker.
[Gasps] Ooh,
University of Texas.
You know, my father went there.
My father. Oh, boy. It's
all starting to come up.
Gee, thanks.
Actually, uh, Mrs. Hart, uh, I can schedule
you for a separate appointment for that.
But for right now,
we're here to talk about
your marriage and your
relationship with Reba.
I understand. Yes, I am
here to talk about Reba.
So, Reba.
Oh, boy. It's all
starting to come up.
Can I give you a hug? Not if I
was choking on a piece of sausage.
- Give me a boost.
- Me boost you?
You'd pound me into the ground!
There'd be just this little
head down here in the dirt.
And you're not the boss of me!
I know. If I was your boss,
we'd be sleeping together by now.
Reba, try not to think of it as
you not being in the contest.
Think of it as me saving you
from making a fool of yourself.
Do you have a full-length
mirror in your house?
- Ding-dong.
- Yes, you are.
[Chuckles] Clever.
What would you have said if I
would have said “knock-knock”?
I would have said
you're a ding-dong.
Maybe my clever little comments
when you're around are immature,
but that's how
I've dealt with this.
This hasn't been easy
for me, Barbra Jean.
Well, I am very sorry to
hear that, Reba. Okay.
Because, as you could imagine,
it has just been a
freakin' picnic for me!
You think your clever little
comments are tough for me to handle?
[Scoffs] I'm the
other woman, Reba.
I'm the Whore of Babylon!
Reba, would you mind coming in?
Where's Barbra Jean? She used the
privacy exit. I sent her to a colleague.
Huh. That Barbra Jean,
don't you just love her?
She can't help herself. I mean,
she's always told those tall tales.
I think it's 'cause
she's so tall. [Chuckles]
Sounded pretty realistic to me.
I'm only crazy 'cause
she made me that way.
You have no idea
what she's really like.
♪ Gratia Dei, Maria ♪
Break it down, Mary!
Yeah!
Hey. Oh!
Oh. Barbra Jean,
what are you doin'?
No sign of Kyra yet.
I'm going back in.
♪♪ [Whistling Nonchalantly]
Brock and I are
having another baby!
But Brock had a vasectomy.
He's getting it reversed!
Wow! How'd you talk him
into that? He doesn't know yet!
You're completely crazy!
What she's trying to say is she has a
problem because she is attracted to you.
Oh, you do smell good. I know.
Okay, no I-I see. Barbra
Jean, I know you love Brock.
Oh, I do. I really... I really
do. I'm evil. That's all.
No, you're going through
something called transference.
It's when somebody in your situation
becomes attracted to their therapist.
Even some of the
nerdy doctors get it.
So... So I'm not bad?
You don't wanna... punish me?
Trust me, no, no.
You're a good person.
But since you're
still flirting with me,
I should probably refer you
and Brock to somebody else.
I'll tell Brock it's because
I've taken on too much.
Oh, Doctor, you
are a wonderful...
wonderful man.
Oh, God.
♪ Amazing Grace, how sweet... ♪♪
She took my gum.
Well, what do
you think? Is it me?
No. It's me!
Wait. Let's be perfectly
clear. The color is stunning.
- It's everything else
that's freaky!
- Oh, now, Reba.
No, Brock, of all the freaky things
she's done, this is the freakiest!
Well, I just wanted to
try something different.
It's my hair! The only thing
different is you're underneath it!
Hey, you know what? I-I don't
think it's really all that similar.
Are you kidding? It's like
looking in a carnival mirror!
Reba, just calm down. I
am not gonna calm down!
I don't want her anywhere near
my house or my kids. She's banned.
- Oh, you can't be serious.
- I can't trust
her judgment anymore.
Who knows what else she's gonna
do? Worse than banned, she's banished!
Oh. Hey, do you think,
now that I'm a redhead,
- I'm gonna get all fiery
and hot tempered too?
- Oh, that's it!
[Screaming, Indistinct]
All right, listen up...
Where is everyone?
Oh, uh, Van and
Cheyenne were arguing,
- so I made 'em wait out
in the parking lot.
- Oh.
I guess they kept arguing, 'cause
the police made 'em go home.
I don't know what the heck
happened to Barbra Jean.
Oh, the doctor referred her to someone
who could give her the proper treatment.
So if the lights start to dim,
we know what's happening.
Okay. I think I have enough
information to make my recommendation.
Whoa, whoa. Wait.
[Chuckles] Don't I get to talk?
I don't think that's necessary... not
after talking to your wife and ex-wife.
No, no, no. That's
not fair. Come on.
You try being married to the
frying pan and then to the fire.
Oh, save it, Brock.
You can talk about it at what I'm
sure will be our weekly sessions.
It was my fault for trying to
get the family to act normal.
Actually, this is normal.
What are you... nuts?
Normal families get into arguments.
They don't always get along.
But you've managed to
stick together and talk it out.
That's a functioning family.
- So we're done?
- Yeah. Let me just
go sign your form,
and you'll be off
the hook for good.
Oh, great. Wow.
- It's great, huh?
- Really great.
So what exactly were you gonna
talk to him about the frying pan?
Whoa, whoa. Nothing, nothing.
Uh-huh. Okay, wow.
Just that, you know, you have this
little tendency to get violent with people.
Let's not leave it
like this. Come here.
Yeah?
- Oh!
- Ow!
[Grunting]
Get over.
Don't you ever stop?
[Screeching]
- That's the stupid...
- [Grunting]
I suppose you want to go
back to the forest now, huh?
Quit making up stories,
Brock. Well, you know, it's just...
- [Man On Set] Here we go!
- Knock, knock. Who's there?
- Who's there?
Blooper. That's who's there.
Guess what every...
I have a good "worth eck"...
I have a good "work eckith."
[With Texan Accent] What's
wrong with chewin' "ass"?
Chewin' ice. Chewin' ice.
Ice. Ice. [Man On Set]
Chewing ice, not ass.
[Laughing]
Maybe you'll be one
of the lucky ones.
Why, who knows? I mean
you did luck out with my carrot.
[Man] She even wrote it down!
So, you don't mind if I
take this and run with it?
No, I don't Barbra Jean.
Reba, I just wanted to tell you.
You're one of my favorite friends.
Anyway, gotta run.
He's not even Chinese. He
just likes messing with me.
[Barbra Jean] All right.
Relax. Relax.
Now y'all laugh really loud
when I say my line, okay?
[Audience Laughs]
Okay, ready? Not that one.
Not that one. This that... This
one I'm gonna say right now.
[Man On Set] Action, please.
Van, you're six foot four with a baby.
[Laughing]
Acme! [Coughing]