Cheaper by the Dozen Page #4
Isn't that sweet? No.
Okay, look, why don't you just come over
on Sunday, and we'll talk logistics.
- All right. Bye.
- Tell me Doorknob Man isn't babysitting too.
Yes, he very well
might be, young lady.
And do not set
his pants on fire again.
- Yes.
- Classic.
It was just his pants.
Is anybody besides me thinking
our happier and stronger life...
was actually code
for "nastier and suckier"?
First, Dad forces us
to move.
Then Mom decides to become a career
person and, like, travel the globe.
Now we have to take orders
from Hank, the model/actor?
- And he hates kids too.
- Ow!
Nora's blind to his evil. We have
no choice but to intervene.
We've got 48 hours.
Let's work a plan.
All right, Appleschmear season
is officially open.!
The president of the United States,
Sarah Baker...
will throw out the first apple.
Come on. Bring on the chin music, baby.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Oh,yes.!
Ho, it's an apple!
And now it's sauce.
And that's a beauty!
Mmm! Mmm!
Whoa!
Appleschmear. It's the game my
Great-Grandma Gilbreth invented.
Neat.
Time out.
Nora's here.
- Nora! Nora!
- No! No, no, no, no!
Kids, please do not touch
the LeBaron. Just had it detailed.
Hey, whoa, Tom.
Tom, can we please, uh...
ask the kids to respect
the perimeter around the LeBaron?
Hey, hey, respect the perimeter, kids.
Come on. Respect-
Back up. Back up.
Nora. Nora, welcome.
- Come on.
- It's a luxury automobile, kids.
- Not your daddy's Oldsmobile.
- This is for you. Congratulations.
- Come on.
- It's very fancy.
- Now, about the babysitting.
Battle stations.
Heads up, Hank!
Yo, Hank.!
Phase one complete.
Sorry about your clothes, Hank.
We'll have 'em dry in no time.
"Sorry about your clothes, Hank.
We'll have 'em dry in no time. "
What is with the staring?
Just stop looking at me.
Chopsticks.
Open meat bucket.
Oh!
Begin underwear soaking.
So, um, how's the acting
career going, Hank?
If it was goin' any better,
there'd have to be two of me.
Yeah, we saw you in the commercial
with the gargling- the mouthwash ad.
You know, the remarkable thing
about my career is...
I only started acting, uh,
a month ago...
and, uh,
I'm already on TV.
It's the real deal. The career
is white hot, Tom. It's on fire.
I read that most actors end up
in the food service industry.
That's not gonna happen
to Hank, Kim.
Candidly,
I, uh, think Nora's right.
It's really- It's gettin' so as I can
hardly go out in public anymore.
I mean, really, with-between the
autograph hounds and the paparazzis-
Autographs and everything?
I mean,just the one commercial...
and you have paparazzi?
Yeah. I've-I've actually-
I've never actually seen them...
but, you know, they hide
in the bush and they get their shot.
The crazy thing is that now we're trying
to sit at home like regularjoes-
Yeah, well, honey, it's-
And we're watching TV, right?
And, boom, comes on a commercial,
and, bam, there's me.
It's, like, you expect to see yourself
in the mirror...
you know, and you expect
to be lookin' at the handsome devil...
but not on-
not on the TV like it is.
It's, like, bam.! Bam.! You turn
the channel. You're tryin'to...
you know, get it out,
and it's-itjust keeps poppin'up.
It's like I can run from me,
but I can't hide from me.
What a nightmare!
Yeah.
Nora, honey, you wanna
help me in the kitchen?
Nora, stop!
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Wanna help me in the kitchen? Get a pie,
look at a picture of Grandma, say the rosary?
- Come on, kids. Here we go. Everybody out.
- I'll be back.
Tommy.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Gunner!
Save it, boy.
- Hey!
- Hey.
There you go.
You look as good as new.
- Yeah. Not as good as you, chief.
- Yeah, anywhere.
- How sweet.
- You know what you want?
Kate, is this- is this
orange juice freshly squeezed?
Nora and I are on
a bit of an organic diet...
and we're only goin' with
the organic freshly squeezed...
and it tastes a bit
like Tropicana.
He's a winner.
Gunner, no!
Release the hound.
All right, charge!
You guys poppin' out
another one any time soon?
Just... curiosity.
Gunner!
- Gunner!
- Gunner!
It's Gunner.
Honey, he's-
he's really digging in.
Sorry, babe.
Gunner, stop! Sit-Sit down!
- He's attacking.!
- Stop it, Gunner.
- Oh, my. Well, he's hungry.
- Stop it, Gunner.!
Gunner!
Get him off!.
Get him off!.
Nora! Nora, we didn't
want you to go.
Look, let's just get
something clear.
Even though you guys live
near me now, I have my own life.
It's mine.
Not ours- mine.
Nora.! Would you please
get in the LeBaron?
- I beg of you.!
- My loyalty is to Hank now...
and that's the way
it's gonna be.
In the living room,
now!
Let's go!
Your neighborhood canines have
completely ruined the LeBaron's paint job.
I'm sure my family
will pay to repaint it.
Good, 'cause I'm sure
payin' for your family.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I think you know what it means.
You soaked his underwear
in meat.
That is so wrong.
Funny, but wrong.
Now, who was
the mastermind...
in the meat-soaking plot
against Hank?
You were the masterminds?
Step back, please.
You have a dark gift,
Sarah Baker.
But it's going to cost
everyone a month's allowance.
Do you wanna make it two?
Now, when your mother
leaves tomorrow...
I'm gonna need everyone
to pull their own weight.
Now, go upstairs
and go to your rooms!
Soaking his underwear in meat?
I mean,
how do they come up with that?
If I could just harness that ingenuity and
channel it into something constructive.
Yeah, like getting somebody
to help you out while I'm gone.
I can handle it, even without
the better half of the tag team.
I know, honey. I'm just worried.
I've never left the kids-
- Honey, it's three days!
- I know.
I'm just-
I'm gonna miss 'em.
Okay, I froze some dinners. And
make sure they get to school on time.
It's their first day, so you know
how nervous they're gonna be, all right?
And, kids, don't worry. Mom can be back from
New York in two hours if something happens.
Really, it's only one hour
with the time difference.
All right, I hugged everybody. I love you
all. One more hug, and you guys pass it on.
All right? All right,
thank you, sweetheart.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- Okay. All right. Do I have everything?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
All right.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye.
- I love you.
- Yeah, yeah.
Have a safe flight.
Got the whole neighborhood
out to say good-bye, huh?
Bye, Mom!
Little vampires,
my plan worked.
She's gone. Now I can raise
you children the way I want to!
Come on. It's gonna be fun.
I mean, your dream has come true.
Mom's gone.
Weak old Dad is here.
You can get away with murder.
You can do anything you want.
Dylan's birthday party
is coming up.
You can get all hopped up on ice cream
and sugar and cake and go crazy.
You kids are gonna
do great today, I promise.
What is that?
Moo!
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