Doing Time on Maple Drive

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Did you give your friend

back his stuff?

Oh, yeah. He wasn't there,

so I left it in his room.

How'd you get in

if he wasn't there?

His roommate

let me in.

What kind of question

is that?

I thought you broke in

or something. I don't know.

Now, don't worry

about this tablecloth.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Oh, that is really nice.

Don't be nervous. She's the one

who's supposed to be nervous.

Yeah, well, if her family

just wasn't so rich.

She's not marrying Matt

for his money.

That's good, because if she is,

she's in for a terrible surprise.

Matt was saying that he didn't think

she'd ever seen artificial fabric...

before she went to college.

Oh.

This is so nice. I wish somebody had gone to all

this trouble for me when I was getting married.

- Give me the glasses.

- I got'em.

You smell like alcohol.

Take the back way, go up

the stairs to the shower...

run it hot until it's all gone

and you've sweated the liquor out.

Well, if I'm such a screw up that I can't even

go in the front door of my own house...

You want to go in the front door, Tim?

You go ahead.

Go in the front door

and go hug your mother.

Is that what you want to do?

Then why don't you do it?

- I said I was sorry.

- I'm tired of you being sorry, Tim.

I am worn out

with sorry.

Instead of being so damn sorry all the time,

you might just try a little discipline.

Phil, is that you?

Tim?

- You're late.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, good.

You remembered the glasses.

And the shrimp.

Aren't you good.

Yeah.

I thought we weren't gonna make

a big deal of this.

Matt said that we shouldn't

make a big deal of things.

Oh. Phil, a tablecloth

isn't a big deal.

A tablecloth is a tablecloth.

Where's Tim?

- Upstairs. He's, uh...

- What?

Nothing. Uh...

The toilet had a thing today.

Somebody stuffed it

with little creamer packages.

I could have brought you

a tablecloth from the restaurant.

For this size table?

What are you talking about, Phil?

Come on. Allison

is used to nice things.

Did you have to call

the plumber?

For what?

- For the toilet.

- Oh. No. No, uh...

Tim got it.

He just kept at it.

See? I don't know why you

worry about him so much.

- Hey, there she is!

- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

- Mom?

- In the kitchen.

Thank you.

We almost did find a tenant, but he got

arrested two days before he moved in.

So I guess it turned out

to be a good thing.

Except that we turned down

a really nice couple.

Karen, uh, cut the celery in half

before you slice it.

- What?

- In half.

Here.

Like this.

Oh. Okay.

Anyway, this nice couple

would have been great...

except they tried to bargain with us,

which irritated Tom.

I would have tried to bargain too.

You never know. It doesn't hurt to ask.

Considering we don't get free rent

unless the whole place is full...

we can't really afford

to hold a grudge.

Anyway, when we called them back,

they'd already found...

What do you think?

Should I put these out now, or should I

wait until Matt and Allison get here?

- Uh, whatever.

- Hmm.

Having children is

an economic thing too, though.

You have to

plan for it.

And have

some kind of savings.

I've always thought that if you've

got the love, then everything else...

Lisa quit teaching school

the moment Karen was born.

It was a decision

we were prepared to make...

because we had worked

and saved for it.

That's what you have to do.

Right. Right.

So...

- Is this it?

- Yes. This is it. This is it.

Wow.

You've seen the pond

where I twisted my ankle. Right?

You've seen the church

where I was confirmed. Right?

My dad's restaurant.

Now, this is

the high school...

where I became

an intellectual giant.

- Come on.

- Matt...

Come on. This is

the romantic part.

This is where

it all began.

Where I wrote my first published work

for the Viking Ledger.

Won my first debate

in interscholastic competition.

And I scored so well

on my National Merit Test...

that I got

a scholarship to Yale...

and met Allison Hall,

the girl I'm gonna marry.

The woman

you're going to marry.

- That's a 10.

- Ten, 11, 12, 13.

- That's a double.

- Whoa.

- That's 26.

- I'm still winning.

- Twenty-six.

- What have I got here?

Tim, save some of those

for Matt and Allison.

- All right. It's my turn.

- Gross.

- Shoot.

- Where are they?

They're here. They just drove up.

- Oh, but I'm winning.

- Of course you are.

- You've got both blanks, two S's, the "J."

- Oh, pout.

You haven't opened up the game once.

That's why you're winning.

You're a leech.

- Is the "Q" still out?

- Don't look at my letters.

We're finishing this

after dinner.

Here you are!

Traffic is murder from New Haven.

- Good to see you.

- Nice to meet you.

Allison, please call me "Phil. "

Come in. You must be starving.

- Hi.

- Traffic was terrible.

- I'm so glad you're home.

- Traffic's tough.

- It is.

- Get out of here.

Mmm, something smells good.

This is something else.

- Here's a picture of me and Allison.

- Whoa.

- Sorry.

- Watch it, Dad.

Gonna poke somebody's eye out.

Here's a picture of yours truly

and his bride-to-be...

on the most amazing yacht

you have ever seen.

- Look at that.

- Oh. That's incredible.

Look at that.

Wow. This belongs

to your father?

Well, yeah, but we

never really use it.

It belongs

to his business.

If we want to take it out, we have to pay to,

unless it's a company thing.

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