This Is Where I Leave You

Synopsis: When their father passes away, four grown siblings, bruised and banged up by their respective adult lives, are forced to return to their childhood home and live under the same roof together for a week, along with their over-sharing mother and an assortment of spouses, exes and might-have-beens. Confronting their history and the frayed states of their relationships among the people who know and love them best, they ultimately reconnect in hysterical and emotionally affecting ways amid the chaos, humor, heartache and redemption that only families can provide-driving us insane even as they remind us of our truest, and often best, selves.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Shawn Levy
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
103 min

Morning, Randy. Hi.

- Morning. Morning.

- Good morning.

Shelby. Caramel mocha.

Judd. You rock.

Thank you. I do rock, don't I?

- Judd.

- Wade.

Aw. Hydration.

It's gonna get me through.

- You ready?

- Let's do it.

Now, I understand you're telling me that

you think it's gay to groom your privates.

Now, are you having one of your buddies

help you run the razor?

- Is that what's making it gay?

- Ha-ha-ha.

Man Up. What do you got?

Now we got an NBA wife that's gonna

be suing her power-forward husband...

...for half of everything

because he cheated on her.

Now, here's the story, toots.

Hold and turn down your radio, please.

...Destroying dudes in the paint.

Foot and a half of rope in his pants.

I am sending it in to him. If

he likes it, he'll pick up the phone.

You don't get to be shocked when he gets

road tail in Cleveland at an away game.

Stop chasing 10s.

Bang a 4, bang a 5.

Look at the gratitude on their face.

You be the best part of their year.

Order like a man.

Can you do us all that favor?

Get yourself a bourbon or a whiskey neat.

Then why did you vote for him?!

Why did you vote for him?! No one made you!

Did you get paid?!

- Did someone give you $500?!

- Ha-ha-ha.

Wade, great show. Can we go over

some syndication numbers, pal?

Can we not do that now? I'm wiped, man.

Gotta get home and take a nap.

I'll call you. Okay?

Yeah, great. You go home. Get some rest.

I'll consolidate these for you.

How'd it turn out?

- She's gonna love it.

- Nice. Thank you for that.

How soon can you get me out of here?

Financials at 1.

I can have you home early by 3.

- Promise?

- Promise.



Approachin' hoochies with a passion

- Come on, baby, come on. F***! Quinn!

- Aah!

- Oh, yeah, yeah!

- Oh!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Harder! Yeah!

Wade! Wade! Yeah! Unh!

Would now be a great time to go over

those numbers?

Oh, my God!

- How long?

- Judd.

- How long?!

- A year.

This is the first time.

On our sides.

How long?

A year, Judd.

It's not a good time, Wendy.

Dad's dead.


He died about an hour ago.

No, no, no. Hang on.

They said that he had more time.

Yeah, well, apparently he didn't.

Sh*t. How's Mom?

She's Mom. You know. She asked me

how much to tip the nurses.

Listen, there's something else:

Dad wants us to sit Shiva.

Dad's dead.

Yeah. Apparently that's the optimal time

to do it.

I asked them three times to remove this awful

tube. I mean, give the man his dignity.

I don't understand the Shiva.

Mom's not even Jewish,

and Dad was an atheist.

A Jewish atheist.

And this is what he wanted.

I'm just gonna do it myself.

No. It's okay, Mom. Let the nurses do it.

What am I gonna do? Kill him?

Mommy, leave it!

I don't know, Judd. This is what he told Mom

he wanted. And Paul is on board with it.

And I haven't managed to track down Phillip

yet. Hopefully, he'll check his texts.


Jesus, f***, Mom!

It's better, don't you think?

Mommy, put him down. Stop touching him.

- Judd.

- Hi, Mom.

Where's Quinn, honey?

She's got a bulging disk

because of a gym accident.

- My God. Is she all right?

- She's fine.

The doctors have her on pain medication.

She was devastated she couldn't be here.

- No, of course.

- There he is, huh?

- Mm.

- It's okay to cry, honey.

- Thank you.

- Or laugh.

- There's no correct response.

- Okay.

I thought maybe I would just stand here

quietly in sad reflection. You know?

- Linda.

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hey, Paul.

- Judd. How are you?

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Hey, Judd. Hi.

Hello. Look at this.

Hi, sis. Got your hands full, huh?

- A bulging disk? Seriously?

- Yep.

You have to tell Mom about Quinn.

I'm not ready yet.

What's different about her?

It's the b*obs. She had a little touch-up.

She's going on another book tour.

Twenty-fifth anniversary of Cradle and All.

- God help us. Hey, Barry. Hey, pal.

- Just send the last iteration.

- Seriously? Pay attention.

- Whoa. What, are you kidding me?

Say hello to your brother-in-law.

He's bereaved.

- Sorry, I didn't see you.

- Good to see you.

- What's up, little man?

- Mommy said "sh*t" in the car.

- "Sh*t"?

- Yeah.

- Oh. Have you been drinking all day?

- Yeah.

So we started out with a little booze

and profanity, Mom?

Good morning, everybody.

Mort Altman was not a fan of ritual.

So, in deference to him, I'm gonna

limit myself to a single psalm.


The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down...

Shut 'em down, open up shop

He maketh me

to lie down in green pastures.

Sh*t! Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.



Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey, Mr. Parker.

- Mommy.

- Phillip. You came.

Of course I came.

Hey, hey. Low five, low five, low five.

Koala Bear. Hey.

- Hey, man.

- How you doing?

- Nice ride.

- Yeah. Where's Quinn?

- Are we all set? Do you mind if I keep going?

- Holy sh*t.

Sorry, Boner.

- No, Charlie. Rabbi Grodner.

- Shh.

Nobody calls me "Boner" anymore.

That was a childhood nickname.

So now we know that.



Paul, Mort's eldest son,

will now say a few words.

Boner is a man of God now?

- That'll never stop being weird.

- Shh. Come on.

I see Mom's new tits are present

and accounted for.

- How about those?

- Hey.


Dad would've hated this funeral.

That's just one of the things I loved

about him.

He would've been counting the minutes

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Jonathan Tropper

Jonathan Tropper (born February 19, 1970) is an American writer and an adjunct faculty member at Manhattanville College. more…

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