Peeples Page #4

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I play music at kids' parties, and I

kind of fell into giving them advice.

Wade uses music to help

kids express themselves.

He helps them solve emotional

problems. It's really amazing work.

So you're not even licensed?

(Chuckles) No. That's why I

call it "kounseling" with a "k. "

Because the "k"

looks different.

That's wonderful! Oh, wade, I'd

love to hear one of your songs.

Ah, no.

Mom, no, he just got here.

So don't...

I'm sure he can handle it.

And I say "kan" with a "k. "

(All laugh)

Good one,

Mr. peeples.

Judge.

Come on, wade.

Impress us.

(Chuckling)

All right. Okay.

This is a little something.

It's not my best,

but it's a song about teaching

kids to express themselves

rather than urinate on stuff.

Sounds timeless.

(Wade clears throat)

# Speak it, don't leak it

# don't keep

your feelings secret

# say it, don't spray it

you get it? Because you say

it instead of spraying it.

You talk

instead of urinating.

# That's how

the big kids play it

# don't repress it, express it

# it ain't no

crime to confess it

you're a judge.

You know it ain't no crime.

# And if you're

thinking of that number one

# there ain't no

curin' in that urine

# speak it, don't leak it

and that's it,

just a little of that.

(Applauding)

It's really catchy.

Yo, yo, yo. You want to

pop this bottle of bub?

That is not "bub," and what

are you doing with that?

It's wade's.

You went through

his stuff?

Chill, Godzilla.

The bag was open.

It's quite all right.

It's actually...

If I may.

I brought this for Daphne.

It's a thank you

for welcoming me

into your home.

Oh, wade,

you shouldn't have.

Oh, my God. It's a '96

chateau d'yquem. (Chuckles)

That was a good year.

That was a very good year.

Wade:
I'm so glad you like it.

I'm sorry, mom.

He doesn't know.

Doesn't know what?

She's in aa.

Why didn't you tell me?

Uh, I'll take that, honey.

I got it.

I got it. I got it.

Right. (Laughs)

Okay.

The kids can have it with

dinner. It will be divine.

Speaking of dinner,

it's time to pick

up the lobsters.

Grace:
Yes. Okay.

I've got the bikes all ready.

Unfortunately, wade,

we do not have a spare,

so you can stay here

and clean my dinghy.

No, no.

Honey, take my trike.

I'm gonna do

a little gardening.

Gracie, help your

father at the market.

Of course.

Virgil:
Bringing alcohol

up in my house.

Simon:
He doesn't

know us like that.

(Whispering) You hid my stuff?

No.

When they came, you hid it?

No!

I was wondering, because I got

there, and nothing was in its place.

I was just organizing it.

You organized it

right out of sight.

Let's go

to the market.

Let's go.

Let's go to the market.

Let's go, peeples!

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