Liar Liar

- [ Chalk Scraping On Blackboard ]

- [ Woman ] W-O...

R...

K !

Work.

Today we're going to share

what our parents do for...

[ Children, Woman ]

Work !

My mommy is a doctor.

- My daddy is a truck driver.

- My mom's a teacher.

- And your dad ?

- Mmm. My dad--

He's... a liar.

A-- A liar ? Oh, l'm sure

you don't mean a liar.

Well, he wears a suit and goes

to court and talks to the judge.

Oh ! l see.

You mean he's a lawyer.

[ Man ] Hey, Fletcher.

How'd it go ?

- Just another victory

for the wrongly accused.

- Yeah, right.

- [ Laughs ]

- Mr. Reede, great job.

Do you want your coat back ?

No, l'm sure you'll be

needing it again and again.

- Do you have a moment ?

- l'm late. lt's my day

to be with my son.

A couple of reporters want

to talk about your big win.

Yeah ? How's my hair ?

Fabulous.

You look great.

[ Gasps ]

- What time is it ?

- l am sure your dad just

got held up in court again.

- Dad !

- Maximilian !

Hey, how ya doin', creep ?

Good.

Me too, except my arm

has been botherin' me.

- Oh, no, Dad !

- Oh, yeah.

lt's becoming a claw !

- [ Growling ]

- [ Giggling ]

[ Gasps ]

Nothing can stop the claw !

Run, boy, run !

Save yourself !

Do the claw to Mom !

Do the claw to Mom !

Uh-oh. You found

the claw's only weakness.

Subzero temperatures !

- [ Laughs ]

- So, did you have any trouble

finding the place ?

Okay, l'm late. l'm sorry.

l ran out of gas.

The gauge is broken.

Rough neighborhood too.

Good thing l was wearin'

neutral gang colors.

l might have had to pull out

my nine and bust a cap.

My mind and my money

and my money and my mind

- [ Giggling ]

- They would never hurt you,

Fletcher. You're their lawyer.

That was below the belt.

Keep the gloves up.

Mom, Dad's taking me

to see wrestling !

- Oh, Fletcher !

- Oh, Audrey !

Why do you have to take him

to see that stuff ? lt's very violent.

The boy must grow

to be a warrior.

Who better to guide him

than Rick Rude...

and Randy Macho-man Savage

in the cage of death ?

[ Car Horn Honking ]

[ Fletcher Moans ]

Oh, good !

- [ Max ] Jerry, how's it goin' ?

- [ Jerry ] Hey, gipper !

You look like you grow

by the minute !

Fletcher, pleasure to see you.

Hi, honey !

- Hi.

- [ Smack ]

Wow. That was a nice image.

[ lmitates Keystroke ] Deleted.

- l have some more boxes for you.

- Oh, you're an angel.

- Boxes ?

- Remember, l told you a few weeks

ago, Jerry's moving to Boston.

Oh, right ! The job, the thing.

What do you do again ?

- Hospital administrator.

- Right, right !

Well, the boxes

are in my car.

Oh, those can wait.

l made this young man

a promise, didn't l ?

- Got time to throw a few ?

- Sure !

Come on, then !

- l forgot the boyfriend was moving.

- Jerry !

His name is Jerry !

And yes, he's moving.

l'm sorry. l hated him less

than your other boyfriends.

- lt wasn't serious, was it ?

- Semiserious, yes.

You guys aren't--

You know--

[ Grunting ]

[ Laughs ] l have been

dating him for seven months.

- What do you think ?

- Really ? Ooh !

l was hoping after being married

to me you'd have no strength left.

Remember, when we were married,

l wasn't having sex nearly

as often as you were.

Ouch ! And the ref

takes a point away.

- [ Max ] Out !

- Max is gonna miss him.

l'll be here.

[ Jerry ]

Ready ? Yeah ! Play ball.

Max, come on. We've gotta go.

- Dad, are we really going

to wrestling ?

- Absolutely, Max Factor.

We just have to stop by

the office for one minute.

Excuse me, sir. Any spare change ?

Oh, l'm sorry. l'm all out.

l can't do it.

Fred, it's your duty to present

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