Johnson Family Vacation Page #3

- Thank you.

- That was the quarterback.

You're living under my roof,

play by my rules.

- No boys on the phone.

- You're acting like Dad.

- No boys stopping by all hours. Don't roll your eyes.

- He's a quarterback.

- That's right.

- Cell phone.

I didn't want you to have a cell phone

in the first place. Your father's idea.

Y'all are arguing about

the wrong thing.

Who made the sandwiches for the trip,

and did you go by Food Club...

and get the big thing

of planters Cheez Balls like I like 'em?

Nate, you see what she's wearing?

Actually, both y'all need to change.

You know my mama don't like pink.

Nate. "Cheez Balls. "

Daddy, I made

this outfit myself.

You need to get upstairs

and finish making the rest of it.

- But it took me...

- But nothin'. Nikki, I am your father.

I know what's best for you,

and that's go change.

L-10 by 10:
00. Let's go, people.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hi, cutie.

- And how are you?

- Good. You?

Ah, you look so nice.

You ready for the trip?

Yep.

Nate, what happened to your car?

It looks like a purse on wheels.

Then you should feel right at home.

- Damn.

- Oh, there you go, son.

You know, if that rapping thing doesn't

work out, you'll make one hell of a bellboy.

Go ahead. All right, sweetie.

Let's get you in the car.

All right. Upsy-goesy.

Okay. Better.

All right.

Remember, baby girl.

I have a very special birthday party

planned for you at Bun World.

Yea!

Wait, Daddy.

Don't leave Sir Barks-A-Lot.

He's going to miss my birthday.

Sweetie, there is no dog, okay?

Nate, get the dog.

There.

- There you go.

- Thanks, Dad.

What the hell?

- Nikki, this better be F. T.D.

- Yoo-hoo.

His rusty tail is old enough

to be your granddaddy.

- Or Mom's big daddy.

- Dorothy.

"Yoo-hoo, Dorothy"?

Nikki. Tsk. You didn't tell me Mama's

been creepin' while Daddy's been sleepin'.

I didn't tell you 'cause you a kid.

Tsk. See, there you go.

I'm Nate Johnson.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. We'll use those flowers

for his funeral.

I reserved our favorite table

at Starbucks.

Oh.

Thanks for the book, Stan.

Uh, I really can't

accept the flowers.

Why not? L... I spent

all week picking them.

Well, we're study partners,

Stan. That's it.

- What do you mean?

- I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

What's up, brah?

Hello, brother.

Stan Turner.

Nate Johnson...

husband, 16 years.

- Nate, don't start.

- I'm just trying to take my family...

down to the reunion.

You know, uh, some spades,

a couple of family arguments...

- some softball.

- Whoa. Yes.

Whoa. Careful there.

Just a little...

Oh!

What is wrong with you?

Stan, wait.

"Stan, wait"?

I didn't get the memo. When did

we start seeing other people, Dorothy?

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