A Good Man Is Hard to Find

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Just pick something

and close the door.

Guys, guys!

Look what happened.

I have peach fuzz on my face.

Peach fuzz! See?

Congratulations, Ubuntu.

This is your first step

into manhood.

The other steps

are a lot more fun

and usually

involve strippers.

You are becoming a man.

In your native Africa,

there would be a wonderful

culturally relative

scarification

or body mutilation ritual.

But we're stuck

here in America,

so a first shave

is a perfect way

to commemorate

your transition.

Shave me, daddy!

I'd better handle

this one.

If he needs help shaving

his legs, he'll come to you.

We've got

a problem out here.

People were honking at me,

but I figured they just agreed

with our bumper stickers.

I'll call

the tow company.

What kind of man doesn't know

how to change a tire?

Dad, changing a tire

doesn't make you a man.

Now, changing the world...

Yeah, yeah. Bottom line is,

your boy is becoming a man,

- and I'm the one who needs to show him

the way. - Ubuntu's becoming a man?

What exactly did you see?

Peach fuzz. Feel it!

- You sure you weren't kissing bunnies

at the pet store again? - It's for real.

Good thing grandpa Charlie's

here to teach him the ropes.

I don't want my dad teaching

our son about manhood.

Shaving is the trojan horse

he's going to use

to sneak in

and corrupt Ubuntu.

Remember when dad

took care of Che?

Get it while it's bloody!

What?

It took nearly

a week of soy enemas

for Che to come

back to his senses.

And now he's more committed

to a vegan lifestyle than ever.

Done.

Thanks for fixing

the tire, Trish.

It's so good to have

a friend in the biz.

Oh, hi, mo!

Are you working here now, too?

No, I'm more of a fan.

I just love the smell.

Hey, Ma!

- What?

- No, Ma, not Mom.

- What?

- Got any money?

I need to hit the drugstore

for some peroxide.

My girlfriend says my

tongue ring's infected again.

Oh, God!

Get away from me, Kevin!

Pig.

Get a room, you two.

It's like they never broke up.

They grow up so fast.

That's why, well...

We haven't told

anyone else this, but...

We're gonna have

another baby!

I had a feeling

when I saw you,

but I didn't want

to say anything

in case you weren't pregnant.

- That would be so embarrass.

- I'm not pregnant.

I was talking about Trish.

I'm not either.

See, Gerald?

We're still trying

to get up the courage

to ask a sperm donor.

It's kind of an awkward

subject to broach.

What about

Kevin's biological father?

Kevin was an accident.

- How is that possible...

- You guys are great parents.

I'm sure you'll have

no trouble finding a donor.

We'd like it to be

someone we feel close to.

I am so happy!

Now, do you accept

competitors' coupons,

and do you consider

a dry cleaner a competitor?

So, Gerald,

what do you think about

Mo and Trish's proposition?

Great, just great.

You know, I always say,

more gay couples

should have children.

Yeah. If I were Kevin's moms,

I'd want a do-over, too.

I'm so proud of you,

Gerald Goode.

Well, thank you, but...

Oh, my God!

Mo and Trish want my sperm!

I'm so excited!

Giving a baby

to a gay couple

is one of the greatest things

any human being can do.

Margo's gonna crap herself

when I tell her.

Oh, God!

This is a nightmare!

My ex-boyfriend is going

to be my half brother?

Are you trying

to screw me up?

We haven't really

decided yet.

Are you kidding?

This is the kind of thing

you guys live for.

Look at Mom right now!

I'd better find a way

to deal with Kevin.

Let's keep this

between us.

Mo and Trish might not want

the whole neighborhood to know.

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