Single Parents (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Graham Fought the Bones and the Bones Won - full transcript

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Happy first day of school breakfast!

This year's theme... Second. Guess why?

Because the theme is always just
whatever grade I'm starting?

Not true. Pre-school was "Bunnies."

Now, sit.

This year,

we're having Stackie Robinsons

in honor of Hall of Fame
second baseman Jackie Robinson.

I had a protein shake before my run.

I've been up since 5:00.



You went for a run?

- Alone? In the dark?
- Relax.

I was on the treadmill.

Blacktop is murder on my knees.

Yikes. Better hit the road.

Hit the road to school, right?

Yeah. Where else would I be going?

Um, your high-powered job
in advertising? [Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

You haven't changed a bit.

[Chuckles] Yeah. Neither have you.

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We stopped for coffee.

Sophie got a punch card.
Her next coffee's free.



Then we listened to NPR
the whole ride here.

It's like she went away

to Lance Bass Space Camp a little girl

and came back a middle-aged commuter.

She reminds me of my mom.

Did Graham change
at Lance Bass Space Camp?

Ask him yourself.

I'm a new man, W.C.

Check it.

- Ankle socks.
- See?

Sophie wants to be an emancipated minor

and Graham's got a sock thing.

Change is everywhere.

So true.

I don't know how I'm gonna handle

Jack starting pre-school.

[Grunts]

Okay. Mwah. Okay.

Enjoy your first day, buddy.

Make me proud.

You know this school starts

at kindergarten, right?

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Huh.

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This is Ben.

He got mono and was bedridden
most of August.

Big Benny!

Look at the tan on you! [Chuckles]

Ow. Geez.

Someone's been working out. [Chuckles]

- Hand sanitizer.
- Of course.

Rory Banks, class president.

Please tell Will that change is good.

Uh, okay.

Is this based on

something you were
talking about earlier, or...

You know what? I don't care.

- Will, change can be good.
- Oh, please.

Name one good change
that's ever happened,

and you can't say
cucumbers into pickles.

[Bell rings]

Moms, dads, and non-binary life-givers,

I am Generation Z's Homily Pronstroller.

I recently sold my horse-share app

for enough money to take a gap year

teaching second grade
before I run for Congress.

Will last year's Room Parent

please raise their hand
or a limb of their choosing?

Hi, everyone.

Listen, I know that
change can be scary, okay?

But in this topsy-turvy world,

one constant remains.

I am and forever shall remain
your Room Parent.

Gotcha!

I asked you to identify yourself

so as to eliminate you from contention.

Here.

It's all in the Hilltop Charter.

Does it say why they named it Hilltop?

'Cause it's flat as hell around here.

A new law has been passed.

The Every-Other-Year Room Parent Act?

"No parent of any child
shall be Room Parent

for a term of two consecutive years"?

So, because I was Room Parent
in first grade,

I can't be Room Parent in second grade?

So, the soonest
I can be Room Parent again

is third grade?

So, for the next 365 days,

I have to drift
through life purposeless,

my identity stripped away

like so much old wallpaper?

Mm-hmm.

Now, who is familiar with

how a "not it" vote works?

It's pretty complicated,
so pay close attention...

- Not it!
- Not it!

It! It! It!

Presenting your 2019-2020
Hilltop Elementary School

- Second Grade Room Parent!
- No, no, no! No!

- [Applause]
- Not it!

Not it! I was in the bathroom!

I said "not it" in the bathroom,

but you just didn't hear!

Not it! Not it!

Oh, no.

Did something terrible happen
in politics?

Kidding.

You're waiting to see
if Derek has written back.

And he has not.

I pour my heart out
in an e-mail to Graham's dad

that it took an entire summer
to break, outline, draft,

edit, polish, punch-up,
spell-check, and finally send,

and what do I hear back?

Nothing.

And if he'd written you back,

that would have made you happy, or...?

Of course not.

Where does he get off writing me back?

No one refuses to even
entertain the idea

of a positive outcome like you.

Thanks.

I feel seen.

- Can I tell you guys something?
- Mm.

Pre-school costs money,
and money is the one...

actually, one of the fi...

eh, let's just say one of
the 20 things I don't have.

Well, Miggy, you've been working here

for almost a year
with scattered success.

So, I guess we can talk about a raise.

[Glass shatters]

I would love to say
excitement caused that,

- but it just slipped.
- Mm.

You know, I can get Miggy a temp job,

but it would mean fewer shifts here.

Would you be okay with that?

Would I be okay with

not losing 50 glasses a week
to Slippy Longdroppings?

With not having to sweep up
a nightly trail of blood

and broken stemware?

With getting out of a situation

that's costing me money?

The answer's yes, girl.

Yeah, those are rhetorical questions.

- Oh. Ohhh.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Miggy?
- Hmm?

You know, if you're truly
desperate for money,

- I can get you a job.
- [Gasps]

A job in the grimmest, grossest,

most awful place in the world.

So, this is where I work.

Now, you're gonna go through
each deposition,

and every time you see the word

"propane," "rectum,"

or "shards," highlight it.

Propane, rectum, shards.

Got it. Then what do I do?

You do it again.

And again.

Until the Earth collides with the sun

and our souls are finally free.

Cool.

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Rectum.

Rectum.

Oh, sh...

Not shards.

Nice try, sharks.

What a lawsuit.

[Chuckles]

Rectum.

Rectum.

Propaaane!

There has to be a way
to regain our rightful roles

as Not Room Parent and Room Parent.

I mean, the twins... they want
their space, and so do I.

That's why I don't
volunteer at their school

and they don't work as doctors
in my dermatology group.

Sophie's trying to pull away,
so obviously,

I need to be around her more,
not less, right?

[Sighs]

We need to create a situation
where you are so negligent,

Ms. Pronstroller has to remove you.

And you act so heroically

that Ms. Pronstroller
has to reinstate you.

Where no children
are in actual danger...

But it sure as hell looks like they are.

Hmm, negligence, heroism,
perceived danger.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Never.

Next Friday's field trip
to the Natural History Museum.

The Room Parent has to chaperone.

I can be there as a private citizen,

and what's less dangerous than history?

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Gonna have to ride
on a school bus, won't I?

[Chuckles lightly]

Lucky.

We are a buddy collective,
not a buddy system.

So, we're only as strong
as our weakest buddy.

Do not be that buddy.

Will? What... I'm o... [Chuckles]

- Douglas! What are you...
- What are you doing here?

I'm just enjoying the museum

- and nothing else!
- I'm chaperoning a field trip!

- Is that today?
- I know.

- I've completely forgotten!
- I-I've heard of coincidences,

- but this is ridiculous!
- This is... takes the cake.

[Both laugh]

- Okay, let's go over the plan.
- Yeah.

You get a kid to commit
the most heinous act imaginable

at a museum... touching a bone.

Not a load-bearing bone,
but still a bone.

And before the kid
touches the bone, you say...

"Someone stop that kid.

It's my job,

but I'm too drunk to Room Parent today."

Then you will swoop in
from the gift shop,

you will stop the kid pre-bone touch

and save the day.

[Exhales sharply]

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[Gasps]

We heard your plan
to get out of being Room Parent.

It has holes.

We're not mad.

We understand.

You being here
is as uncomfortable for us

as it is for you.

We can help with the plan.

We're born accomplices.

Or we can make sure
the plan goes horrible wrong.

We're also born saboteurs.

- Your move, Dad.
- All right.

Well, look, I'm way too desperate

and, frankly, too proud of both of you

to be angry.

- Way to turn the screws.
- Okay.

Amy and I will find a patsy

to touch a non-load-bearing bone.

You sit tight and practice your line.

Let's hear it.

"Someone stop that kid."

Little flat.

I don't believe you believe it.

ANGIE: These things suck.

We cover a topic
that should take 10 minutes,

except people participate for no reason

and we're trapped here for days.

Participation? Gross.

I'm so glad you're here.

KAMMY: Who can name
a piece of technology

they use in their job?

Don't answer, people.

Let her say it. Keep things moving.

- Computers?
- Printers?

Nice. Such good examples
of technology, you guys.

But no one's guessed
the piece of technology

we're here to talk about today.

- Are you curious what it is?
- No.

[Laughter]

Now, who can give me an example

of something we do on our phones?

- We talk.
- We sure do, don't we?

[Chuckles] What else?

Please take my belt and shoelaces.

I'm afraid of what I might do.

We listen!

That's right. We listen.

Miggy.

Huh?

Swear to me that you just said that

to keep things moving.

- Swear to me you're not enjoying this.
- I-I'm not.

I hate it just like you.
I mean, listen to her.

Every effective work-related voicemail

begins with three things...

your full name, your extension,
and a brief ice-breaker

about a relatable topic
like the weather.

What kind of dumb-dumb
leaves a voicemail like that?

[Scoffs]

[Chuckles lightly]

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SOPHIE: I don't know why

that exhibit was recommended
for 16 and up.

I mean, I learned a lot.

What are you doing here?

You're not the Room Parent.

I am here as a private citizen.

The fact that we're here
on the same day...

total coincidence.

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Is that a new sweatshirt?

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What happened to the sweatshirt
you left the house in?

It's not really me anymore,
so I donated it.

For tax purposes.

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Who's the patsy?

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Someone stop that kid!

It's my job,

but I'm too drunk to Room Parent today!

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But I left an encouraging note
in that sweatshirt.

Was it different than
the encouraging note in my shoe?

They were similar, but of a piece.

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I said, "Someone stop that kid!

It's my job,

but I'm too drunk to Room Parent today!"

Hey, what has gotten into you?

You've been so different ever since
you got back from space camp.

Why is...

Graham so close to that dinosaur?

Great question.

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Wait, what's "load-bearing"?

Oh, well.

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[Bones creaking]

- [Thud]
- [Gasping]

[Creaking]

[Bones clattering]

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[Screaming]

Go! Go, go, go! Get out of here!

Kids, run!

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Ange, you know why I'm here.

No.

But I'm not questioning it,

like when one roll of toilet paper

says it equals
four rolls of toilet paper.

Like, what am I gonna do?
Unroll it and measure?

Thank you for giving me
the same benefit of the doubt

that you give toilet paper.

But no. I'm here because
I got a voicemail from Miggy.

He's quitting the Winebrary

because he loves working here.

Boing, boing, ding, dong, dooey.

See? I can talk nonsense, too.

Miggy's a creative spirit.

I mean, he needs the flexibility
of the Winebrary

while he follows his dreams,

be it Beach Sneaks or Swimming Jeans

or Scareskunk...
the scarecrow for skunks.

Relax, okay?

I-I promise, Miggy hates it here.

- No. Listen to this voicemail.
- [Beeps]

Hello, this is Miggy LeFassbender Park.

Extension 6921.

Can you believe this humidity? Whew!

[Beeps]

His full name, extension number,

and a brief ice-breaker

about a relatable topic
like the weather.

Yeah? W-What does that mean?

It means follow me
and pray we're not too late.

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Well, I've got bad news for VH1,

'cause there's a new "Best Week Ever."

And it's the one I just had here!

- [Cheering]
- Hey! Hey! Oh!

Give me some!

Give me some! [Sighs]

♪♪

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

Hey, it happens.

I fought the bones, and the bones won.

Well, I just spoke
to Principal Biscuits,

and he said that despite
what transpired today,

future accounts...

shall remember Douglas as a hero.

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Because people drink,

kids touch things, skeletons fall.

But Douglas kept his cool,

and that... that's what
a real Room Parent does.

[Squeaky voice] No!

[Normal voice]
What a real Room Parent does

is takes their case straight to the top!

Okay, easy.
These kids are still skittish.

You have to know that your excited voice

sounds exactly like
giant clattering bones.

Straight to the top.

I'm being briefed by the Joint
Line-Leaders in five minutes.

You have four. Make them count.

All right, look, Rory, here's the deal...

We need a favor, okay?

Amend Hilltop's charter so that...

I've already done a favor.

Over the summer,

I received a postcard from
a constituent asking me to pass

the Every-Other-Year Room Parent Act.

So, I did. That was the favor.

Who was the constituent?

I've been sworn to secrecy.

But this is too Shakespearean
to pass up.

Sophie.

Nairobi.

Cooper.

That was a really insensitive
way of delivering that news.

W-Why do you care
if I quit the Winebrary?

Remember all the stuff
you caught me doing

when we were on "Undercover Boss"?

Okay, again, we were never
on "Undercover Boss."

I just wore a hat that day.

Poppy, the Winebrary gave me
time to follow my dreams,

but I've found something better...

the joy of mindless busy work.

When I was developing Scareskunk,

there was always more I could be doing.

But now, I leave work at 5:00

and don't think about it
until 9:00 the next day.

And I can be 100% present with Jack.

You leave Jack out of this.
What about the small talk?

- Yeah!
- I love it.

The small talk is
the busy work of conversation.

Look, Miggy, this isn't just about

you following your dreams.

I miss you.

You were always there
when I needed to talk.

I'll still be there.

I do live upstairs from you.

True.

Okay.

Then you're fired.

Thank you. I'll never forget this.

Must be nice to wrap
everything up in a bow,

but can we get back to my thing now?

Miggy, if you love it here so much,

why did you pretend to hate it?

Because you hated it here.
I'm an empath, girl.

And Poppy told me it's just easier.

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Yes, okay.

Sometimes I pretend
to hate the things that you hate

because it's the cost of doing business,

the business here
being staying friends with you.

- [Gasps]
- MIGGY: O-O-Okay.

There's only one way
to save this friendship,

- and it's as follows.
- [Cellphone alarm beeps]

Eh... [Clears throat] Quittin' time.

Let's pick this up first thing Monday.

All right. Bye-bye.

So, it might not have
totally been a coincidence,

me being at the museum today.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It was good
we had an extra pair of hands

to drag Ms. Pronstroller out

from underneath
the Tyrannosaurus pelvis.

True, but I need
to stop fighting the fact

that you're growing up

and give you
the lowercase space you deserve,

because I know Lance Bass
uppercase Space Camp

made you realize that
having me around all the time

might not be so great.

No.

Lance Bass... uppercase Space Camp

made me realize that you
being around all the time is...

too great.

- [Alarm blaring]
- LANCE BASS: 20 seconds to impact.

GRAHAM: Still waiting on
your orders, Captain Cooper.

Do I deactivate
the atmospheric shield or not?

If you deactivate the shield,

every last molecule of oxygen escapes

and the terra-forming colony will die!

If I don't deactivate it,
you'll incinerate on impact,

sacrificing yourself, your crew,

and your priceless cargo
of frozen seeds.

We gave those terra-formers our word!

They knew what they were signing up for!

If I just had more time!

10 seconds to impact.

There is no more time.

This is your mission.

What do you want to do?

[Alarm continues]

_

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_

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What do you want to do?

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I want to call my dad!

[Explosion]

[Alarm blaring]

Impact achieved.

[Sighs]

Simulated fatality rate... 100%.

Simulated victims are as follows...

First Officer Adrita Anderson,

Age 9, Westlake Village, California;

Chaplain Father Albert Andrews,
Age 10, Butte, Montana;

Embedded Journalist Amy Andrews,

Age 8, Hilton Head, South Carolina...

Why couldn't it have been me?

Why?

Those people had families, damn it!

[Somber music plays]

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Hey, Soph,

unstrap yourself and get down here.

We're gonna be late
for "Cabaret" tryouts.

[Excited chatter]

I should have been there.

I could have been there,
by your side, like always.

No, you couldn't have.

It's a child-sized simulator.

And you shouldn't have.

You not being there for once

made me realize
what an amazing dad you are,

and it made me realize

that I can do more on my own.

I liked your first realization better.

[Chuckles lightly]

I decided then and there,

as those 981 names scrolled by,

that I wasn't gonna let another

single simulated child astronaut
die on my watch,

and that, as much as I loved you

and as much as I missed you,

I was gonna prove to myself
that I didn't need you.

So, for the next 12 weeks...

12 weeks?

There are 12 weeks after
the activity you just described?

That wasn't, like, a final project?

That was orientation.
Lance is all business.

But thanks to his controversial methods,

by the time the summer was almost over,

I had never felt more independent.

And you knew that
once you were back at school,

I'd be there
Room-Parent-ing my butt off.

Message received.

This year, my butt stays on.

Deal?

Now, I want you to tell me all
about this independent summer,

you Outward Bound pamphlet come to life.

I can take it.

You sure?

Bring it.

I did Sprite.

[Exhales sharply]

That's independent.

Then traded my night-light
for lip gloss.

[Voice breaking] So independent.

Which led to me tinkering
with my bedtime...

So, then how did your body
find a rhythm? I'm sorry.

That's all I can take right now.
I'll show myself out.

I'm sorry I made you feel like

you had to hate things
just because I do.

Th-That's unfair.

People should experience the joy

of getting to negativity on their own,

and if they never get there, great.

And if Miggy loves temping,
good for him.

Yeah, I've never seen him happier.

- [Chatter]
- [Chuckles]

He's here with your entire office.

I'm coming down there, right now,

and I'm going to be positive.

It's been a while, though.

Do people still say, "Boffo"?

Okay, do not come to my place
of business and say, "Boffo."

And I am at least going to
entertain the possibility

of a positive outcome with Derek,

which means letting him go.

If you can do it with Miggy,
I can do it with Derek.

I mean, it's not the same thing,
but what the hell.

See you soon.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Sighs]

"Need to discuss non-age-appropriate

mass-casualty flight simulation game

we paid good money for ASAP."

Will.

[Sighs]

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First of all, rock-solid e-mail.

Derek.

[Laughter]

And then Graham was all,

"Rib! Rib! Vertebrae!"

- [Chuckles]
- What an amateur.

Act like you've been there before, dude.

[Laughs]

So...

we've been thinking about this a lot.

And as much as we like

making fun of everybody for you...

It's more fun making fun
of everybody with you.

So...

How did you get this?

- Don't ask.
- Don't ask.

Oh, boy.

Okay, back to the kids' table.

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