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Okay.
When I went to talk to him in the class,
he got all blushy.
- He got all red when I was talking to him.
- Oh, God! He's your teacher.
- No, I don't care.
- Shut up.
Okay, look. Chad's over there.
Do you wanna go?
- No, it's fine.
- Why?
- Why?
- 'Cause she'd be happy if we left.
Why is she always with them?
Because she's a Post-it.
She sticks to everything.
In that outfit, really? No.
I know.
I really like your shirt.
- Yeah, I like what's under your shirt.
- Hey! Stop.
- What up, what up, what up?
- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Go ahead.
- Let's go.
It's all right.
So, now that you're giving it up
to everybody,
- I figured maybe I could get some.
- Are you serious?
What was all that about?
- Classy, bro.
- What do you care?
"L hate Chad. I hate every stupid second
"What a waste!"
- So, can I come over tonight?
- No, we can't do this every night.
What's the point of being divorced?
"Oh, my God!
Dad's totally hooking up with Mom again!
"Or is it the other way around?
"Whatever it is,
I just can't go through this again."
Okay, so after Jimmy Carter, it was Ron...
Ronald.
Ronald McDonald?
You're so stupid.
Ethan, please try to be human.
Okay, so, Ronald Reagan.
L still can't believe
the secret guy Mom's dating is Dad.
What else is she hiding?
What? What's With that look?
Nothing. Just looking.
Okay, so, keep going. Ronald Reagan...
- Take off your shoes.
- Why? The kids are sleeping.
The floor creaks.
- Like a thief in my own home.
- Ex-home.
You think it's a mistake
I'm seeing my ex-husband again?
Yes?
No?
Could you stop saying...
And just give me a real answer?
Stop it, Ethan!
Jackson!
Stop it.
Jackson, shut up!
Stop it. Shove it up your ass.
Mom, did you hear that?
Lola, language.
Jackson! I'm going to kill you.
I swear to God!
I am so tired of that.
Give it to me. Give it to me.
- Mom!
'You!
Mommy!
Mom, Emily won't let me practice.
It's time for dinner.
Dinner's on the table. You were supposed
to be here a half an hour ago.
Fine, okay. I'm coming back.
- You know your father!
- Okay. Whatever.
Sorry, guys, I gotta bail.
Bail? Dude, we got to practice. Come on.
- No, I'll make it up next time, I promise.
- Make it up?
Bro, we're gonna suck if we don't practice.
Battle of the Bands is coming up.
We're not going to suck, dude.
We're putting in the time.
It's going to be fine, okay?
Dude, these kids practice every day,
all right?
They don't have to go home
when mommy calls.
I'll see you later.
We're so screwed.
All right, come on.
Everybody gets a flyer, okay?
We wanna see you all at the show.
No Shampoo.
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