Let's move on.
Donovan, I know that you and Cleo had some words
about how much time you've been spending in the library.
So do you want to talk about that?
Yes. Cleo has been real supportive lately.
He knows that I have to get my law degree
so I can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm innocent.
They have you on videotape stabbing three people
at a Relax The Back store.
I ain't said it was going to be easy.
Now, Cleo, I know you were angry about not spending enough time with Donovan.
You want to tell us why you were able to let that go?
I don't want to, but I have to.
Donovan, you know how we said that if one of us
gets out before the other that we would kill ourselves?
I-I'd like to revisit that.
What?
I'm getting out today.
I got a letter last week...
something about prison overcrowded.
What?!
- You knew for a week?! - Donovan, Donovan, you're obviously hurt.
You need to express to Cleo how that makes you feel.
Otherwise, hurt turns to anger,
anger turns to rage, and rage turns to...
holy crap!
No, no, it's all right.
Why didn't you tell me?!
I thought you might get mad.
Well, he did kill three people already for less, so good call.
- I'm so sorry, monster. - No!
I'm not your monster any more.
You broke my heart, Cleo.
I could have traded you for Jell-O
and I didn't.
- Here you go, bro. - Ahh!
How about now?
Now's good.
Okay, I know it goes without saying,
but I'm going to go ahead and say it.
We never hand the angry man a second chair.
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Now remember, when you approach the dish,
you got to do something to distract the pitcher.
Wink at her like maybe you know something she doesn't.
Like this generation will be the first to do
worse than their parents and we're all doomed for failure?
- Just try to hit the ball and have fun. - Gotcha.
This tournament's making me nuts.
I don't even know how Sam's going to deal with the bus ride there
with her OCD and everything.
She's terrified of truck stop bathrooms.
Hey, I want my teenage daughter
terrified of truck stop bathrooms.
Good point. Hey, while we have a second,
will you look at something?
It's a new business I'm looking into.
- Green Goddesses? - It's a maid-service franchise
that hires hot maids and only uses green products.
Hot maids?
Where are you going to find beautiful women who want to clean toilets?
Men have been looking for that for thousands of years.
They help you.
You give Green Goddesses $10,000
and they give you the logo, the cleaning supplies,
and the short skirts. It's a no-brainer.
So for 10 grand you get Lysol and a logo
of a dolphin with tits and a mop?
First of all, it's a mermaid
with an eco-friendly dolphin's head.
And why do you have to be so negative?
Remember Downward Dog,
the yoga studio...
for dogs?
- Cleo. - It's Derek on the outside.
Hi, I don't think we've met.
Uh, this is Derek, an old ballplayer buddy.
This is my ex-wife Jennifer.
- Hey. - Hi.
Why would you ex this?
Well, who says it was his idea?
I don't recognize you. Where did you and Charlie play?
He played at Akron.
Hell of a ballplayer. Switch-hitter.
Mom, let's go to the bus. We're going to be late.
- All right. - Bye, kiddo.
Bye. Nice meeting you.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I went to see my wife.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. You have a wife?
I'm PG, man.
Prison gay.
What happens in jail stays in jail.
So what happened with your wife?
She said she was going to wait for me,
but there's a Jack in the Box where my house was.
She moved to San Diego with some Chinese guy, and they got three kids.
And a damn dog named Cleo.
Wow, that really sucks.
So can I get you some water or something?
- You know why I'm here. - For water?
My parole officer said if I don't find an address
by tonight, I got to go to a county facility.
I need a place to stay.
Look, look, Derek, I would love to help you,
but I got to keep our relationship strictly professional.
But if you want to come here for anger therapy classes,
I'd be more than happy to do that.
- When's the next session? - Tomorrow, 2:00 PM.
Great! I'm going to wait on the couch.
Everybody, this is Derek.
Derek is a former member of my prison group.
I want to remind you all that, as always,
everyone's private life is confidential.
- Nothing leaves this room. - Unless he steals it.
Okay, let's just pick up where we left off last time.
- Patrick? - Right, so...
I was at this restaurant having dinner with a friend,
and this prick next to me says that I'm too loud
and threatens to call the manager.
I got something like that.
I shared a cell with a Russian gangster and he said I talked too loud
and if I didn't stop, he'd tie my balls around my neck.
He called it a "Moscow Bow Tie."
Look how much we all have in common.
- And what happened, Patrick? - Never mind.
Lacey, how are things going with your mom?
She's insane.
If I want to keep getting my allowance, I have to get a job.
I thought parents were supposed to fund you unconditionally.
That's love you unconditionally.
They don't let dogs do that.
Well, she gives my dog an allowance, too, and he doesn't have to get a job.
I feel you, girl.
Parents can be frustrating.
Mine would burn me with cigarettes.
You learn to stop reaching
across the table for food real quick.
Ed, I'm assuming you're going to pass on the story about the gum wrappers?
Uh, yeah.
You know, Prison-break Jones over there
is not the only guy who has had a tough life.
I'm sorry, forgot your name.
My mother burned me, too,
with unending, subtle critiques of my clothes.
You may not see the scars, but they're there.
Well, I think we can all take a lesson from this.
When you think your problems are really big,
remember, at least no one is tying your junk around your neck.
Don't quote me on that.
- Hey, Derek. How are you doing? - Good, good.
Charlie's letting me crash for a few days,
so I thought I'd help out a little.
Well, don't mind me. I'm just going to borrow.
Charlie's washing machine for a couple of loads.
Mine keeps lighting up "unbalanced."
I think it's making fun of me.
You know what? Let me get that for you.
I'm doing Charlie's and mine anyway.
Jennifer: Wow, thank you.
Don't mind the granny panties. They're not mine.
They just came with the basket.
If your washing machine's broke, I'm pretty handy.
- I can take a look at it. - Really?
- Yeah. - Okay. That'd be great.
That'd be amazing. Thank you.
Why is he doing your laundry?
Because he offered, like a gentleman, Charlie.
Is there a Mrs. Gentleman?
Wow. Okay, I...
I should probably tell you something about Derek. Not a ballplayer.
He was a member of the prison group I volunteer with.
- You're kidding. - No.
Hard-core criminal. 12 years behind bars, grand theft auto,
repeat offender, the whole package.
So he's good-looking, not afraid of commitment,
and always drives a nice new car?
- Don't go there, Jen. - Pardon me?
Don't get involved with this guy, Jen.
Do you really think I'm dumb enough to date a felon?
Why do you always second-guess everything I do?
Are you sure you want to ask me that question?
Why wouldn't... hey, quit it.
As soon as you write my alimony check,
give me some of that pizza and he's done with my laundry,
I'm out of here. I can take care of myself.
Did you TiVo "Project Runway" for me?
- Yeah. - I'm going to go watch it.
- Hi. - Hey.
See that guy down there?
He's my patient.
- Oh, is he the one that can't get mad? - Yeah, we'll see.
He thinks he's here because I'm setting him up on a date,
but I want you to do everything you can to get him to the breaking point.
How about I marry him?
No, we're trying to get him mad, not kill him.
- Oh, I'm wet. - Oh, I am so sorry.
I hope those weren't your good clothes.
No, I'm meeting a girl, but it's okay.
It was an honest mistake.
Oops.
That wasn't as honest.
Maybe I'll just have nuts.
Well, at least now you've got some where yours ought to be.
What's your name?
And I feel bad that Jen walked away thinking I called her stupid.
- Do you think Jen's stupid? - No, no.
I mean, you and I, we have degrees,
we read books, we're academic smart.
Jen is more...
"I'm going up the down escalator,
"I'm not getting anywhere, so I should probably turn around" smart.
You know, you might want to get down
off your high horse there for a minute, buddy.
I know Jennifer, and while she's no Rhodes scholar,
she's probably smarter than you are in a lot of ways.
I know one way she's not.
I know what Rhodes scholar means.
You know, there's lots of different types of intelligence, Charlie.
I bet, if I wanted to, I could make you feel dumb.
For example,
spatial visual intelligence.
Move only two matches
to make a decagon.
That's easy.
Define decagon.
10-sided figure.
And don't worry, even though you're dumb,
I still think you're pretty, and we're having sex tonight.
What's this?
You have to make a 10-sided figure moving only two matches.
I can do it moving one.
- There. - Oh, my God. She's a genius.
And if I do this and this...
stick man with a boner.
Might have been a fluke.
You're right. You're right. I can be the bigger man.
I'm going to go apologize. I'll meet you back at your place later.
- Okay. - And for the record...
stick man with a coke problem.
Stick man after a car accident...
because of his coke problem.
Stick man living in a tent
because he lost his house
because of the car accident and his coke problem.
Who's the genius now?
Just a minute.
Oh, I'm sorry, I should have called.
Yeah, that would have been a good idea.
I was driving home and I thought,
I owe you an apology.
You're not stupid.
You're a smart person and you know exactly what you're doing.
Baby, if that's the food, just bring it to bed.
I'm getting ready to massage.
Oh, damn.
You don't answer the door when your nails are we
but you're in the middle of a prison rub-down
and it's "Come on in."
How stupid can one woman be?
I know this game. Sarah Palin, Nancy Pelosi,
or Jennifer your ex-wife.
- She's sleeping with Derek. - I know it's unpopular,
but I'm going to go with the liberal, Pelosi.
- Okay, pants off. - I told her not to
and then she got mad at me for assuming she'd do something stupid,
and then what does she do?
The gay felon.
Did she even know he was gay?
Yeah, she knows. She's a big girl. She takes precautions.
I'm worried about the felon part.
Yeah, that's a reasonable concern.
Okay, I'll get the shirt.
I don't want this guy in my life.
He was in prison.
He steals things and hides them in his ass.
Hey, Charlie, where are your candlesticks?
I don't know. Why don't you check my ex-wife's boyfriend's ass?
Charlie, you're upset.
We have a session tomorrow and we'll talk about this, so hold that thought.
But right now hold this and press the blue button three times.
One, two, three.
She knows what she's doing. She's only doing this to piss me off.
- Whoa. - Exactly.
I don't know how far she'll take this.
Are you listening to me?
I can do two things at once.
If she's doing this just to piss you off,
then the worst thing you can do...
is show her you're upset.
Okay, I can't do two things at once.
Okay, you know what... just don't do anything and she'll stop acting crazy.
You're right. She's just trying to get a reaction out of me.
- I'm not going to feed into that. - Good.
Now, I need all of your attention.
I just want you to put all your efforts
into pleasing me.
- What? I just push the button again? - Yeah.
- Am I actually a part of this? - Shh.
- Hey. - Hey.
I made breakfast. I feel bad about yesterday.
Oh, it's all good. You can kick it with Jen.
She's not my bitch no mo'. She's just my baby mama.
- Are you trying to talk black? - A little bit.
That's just how Charlie do.
Yeah, well, Charlie, don't.
You know, I'm proud of you.
I mean, in group, you tell us to let go
of our anger and you do it.
You really walk the walk.
- Thank you. - Because under normal circumstances,
a guy comes into your house, eats your food,
sleeps in your bed, oils up your ex-wife,
a guy's got to get upset about that.
- Well, I always say lead by example. - Yeah.
- Could you pass the butter, please? - Oh, yeah, sure.
That's my butter!
You didn't ask! You just took it!
And now you're going to smear it
all over your toast right in front of me.
If you don't want me using your butter,
- all you got to do is say so. - I don't want you using my butter.
It sure seems like a waste of good butter.
We're not talking about butter.
I know, I know, I know.
I'm going to put some honey on those biscuits.
- That's cool, right? - Yeah, yeah. Honey is just honey.
- Hey, Charlie. - Hey.
Hey, Boo. Ready to head out to the beach?
Yeah, uh, about that...
- Can I talk to you out on the porch for a second? - Okay.
Mmm, honey and biscuits.
- Ah! - You son of a bitch!
- You told Derek to stop seeing me. - What do you care?
This isn't about Derek. You're just seeing him to piss me off.
You're so full of yourself,
it's unbelievable! I can't just like him?
- He's a felon. - He's an ex-felon,
and I'm a 40-year-old single mother living in Los Angeles.
I had to open up the dating pool.
I now accept bartenders, pirates, and magicians.
Look, I was in jail for a long time, but I earned my GED.
And I'm only two tests away
from becoming a certified VCR repairman.
So...
See? You always have to control everything that I do.
That's over. From now on, I'm doing
whatever I want to do and you have no say about it.
I don't agree with anything you just said.
And I don't care.
Starting now, we're just a normal divorced couple. We're not friends.
When we run into each other at the market, it's weird.
If you're five minutes late dropping off Sam, we've got a problem.
Oh, and by the way, Green Goddesses...
the woman who bought the LA franchise
just got a boatload of contracts.
She's cleaning up.
And I meant to say st like that!
You're not supposed to be friends with your ex-wife anyway.
That's against nature.
I'm not saying it was easy, but it was definitely worth it.
And as a person, I like Jen.
My ex-wife and I hate each other.
- What about your kids? - We hate them, too.
What the hell is...
I knew this guy was trouble. Call the police.
Not every black man running has committed a crime.
They're right behind me! I just stole a car!
You're making me look bad in front of my friend.
I'm going back to prison, Charlie.
I tried to make it work, but I miss Donovan.
Now I got to go get arrested in San Bernardino so I go back to the same prison.
No, this is crazy. What about Jennifer?
Oh, your ex-wife is a beautiful woman,
but it just didn't feel right. I miss my monster.
I gotta go, Charlie. I hope you're not disappointed in me.
Well, it would've been nice if you'd have made your life work on the outside, but...
I got very little time and you're going on a bit.
Oh, I told Jennifer and she's a mess.
You might want to check in on her.
I'll see you next week in group.
That's great. Now you're here to rub it in my face?
- Jennifer... - No, no, no. You did it, Charlie.
Once again, you proved you're smarter than me.
Smarter than I.
But that doesn't matter. That's not why I'm here.
What's wrong with me? I just... I can't find it.
What?
- I don't make good decisions. - Yes, you do.
You dumped me.
That was mostly my mom and my sisters,
a couple of psychics.
Look, you're not the one who has to change anything.
I think you're right. I do try to control you.
I don't know, maybe it's just my way of making sure you still need me.
Or maybe you're just a butt-hole.
We can talk semantics all day.
What's important is that we stay friends.
It's been great for Sam and it's been great for me.
All right.
- But no more judging, okay? - You got it.
Now, Hold Onto Your Hat.
- What? - No, that's the company name.
It's a little Velcro strap that attaches your hat to your collar.
Thousands of hats are lost every year
due to rainstorms, boats, and amusement park rides.
No one has an exact number, but the financial loss
reaches well into the millions.
- What do you think? - I think...
I mean, nobody likes losing a hat.
That's amazing! That's our motto!
"Nobody likes losing a hat."
I... I can't do it. I'm sorry.
It's... it's a horrible idea. You'll lose everything.
- That was just a test. - No, it wasn't.
Okay, I'm into them for $1,000.
God, I need help.
It's okay.
We'll try and finance some kind of a
♪ franchise anonymous program.
I bet there isn't one.
- We can start that. - Shut up.
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