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your face that I'm watching. It's your ass that I see. - My husband is just crazy

about my cooking now. I mean, he used

to want to go out with the guys after work, and now he comes

home every night. Brings some of the

guys home sometimes, and it's just really

fabulous, so... - [Dave] I can live out

here as long as I want, 'cause I'm a man, that's right. [howls] - She's already accepted

into gifted school. I told you about that, right? - Well, I know

you did like all-- What, you hired somebody to find the right preschool

or something? - [Layla] Of course,

what do I know? I mean, you know, so of course, I hired somebody to really

find the best school. She's really good at

sitting at the table and... Both hands, honey bear. That's my girl. - I can't take care

of you anymore. - You don't take care of me. - I do. - No, no, no, I have a job. I'm the breadwinner. - You haven't gone into the

office for months, okay? You've been working

in the living room like a hermit in the corner. - What difference

does that make? - I cook, I feed

you, I clean up. - You want me to cook? You know I can't cook. I thought you hated my cooking? And that is why I do the dishes. [sighs deeply] - If you didn't need

me, you would leave. - That's not true. - Who's gonna take

care of me, Joel? - We'll take care of each other. - That is such bullshit. If I wanted to take

care of someone, I'd take care of a child. Look, I wouldn't take

care of my husband. And you're acting like a child. - You know when you married me that we weren't

gonna have children. It's too late for that. [dramatically sighs] - We're off to San

Francisco, baby. [laughter] Fun, fun, fun! In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida! - How many days you gonna

be at the conference? - Just three days. With the drive, we'll

be back in four. - Five! - [Joel] Bye, honey.

- [Sheryl] Bye! [beeping] [upbeat banjo music and humming] - [Phillip] Hey, dad.

- [Dave] Hey, Phillip. [sniffs] Nice thing. - [Phillip] Yeah. - [Dave] What do you call that? - A bong. - A bong? [squeaking] - Hey, baby. Qu pasa? - This is my dad. [giggles] [laughter] - Glad to meet you. Now, that was odd, wasn't it? - I'd use a stronger word. - And who was that kid

passed out on the chair? - I don't know, that was

probably some friend of his. - I bought that

chair from a little, expensive shop when

we moved in here. I paid $200 for that chair and some fat, f***

is sleeping in it! - Maybe, talk to him? - [exclaims] Just talk to him? - Yeah, yeah, it makes sense. - Yeah, right, he's

going through girls like ice cream flavors. Two weeks ago, it was Dina, I

didn't even get to meet her, and I thought that was serious! Well, you don't have this

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