Darling Companion

Joseph, you're a genius.

That's my job. I'm a surgeon.

But I'm no genius.

Oh, my God.

It's Mitch.

I was just telling

your uncle here he's a genius.

Now he's arguing with me.

Well, you know us doctors,

very famous for our humility.

- How you feeling?

- Like a man who can't wait to tee off.

How long till I can

start playing again?

Well, let's see how you heal first.

Could be four to six weeks,

Really? That long?

We only want to

do this once.

Okay.

That's good.

It was great to see

Ellie and the baby.

When are they heading

back to New York?

Beth and Grace are taking them

to the airport right now.

Bet Beth hates to see them go.

She's fine.

Ethan, Ethan, we must say good-bye.

I know it's gonna be hard, but.

We just gotta suck it up

and not let our emotions get the best of us.

Is that okay?

Is that okay with you?

Because I know you're

thinking hard.

Well, when you finish your thesis,

you should come to New York.

We'll invite Jeffs friend for dinner.

I don't think he's my type.

You haven't even met him.

- Could you cover your mouth?

- Sorry.

Maybe you're right.

All right, Mom, you gotta hand him over.

Give Grandma a kiss.

Give Mi-Mi a kiss good-bye.

Give Mi-Mi kisses.

- No...

- Hey, buddy.

Now, call me if it looks like

he's about to take his first step.

I'll fly to New York.

Okay, we'll keep him off

the floor till you get there.

- All right, honey. Bye-bye, love.

- I love you.

How can a person not cover

his mouth when he sneezes,

especially around a baby?

Yeah, especially around you.

Babies are exhausting.

It's different when they're yours.

You're great with Ethan.

Were you that patient with us?

Still am.

What did I do with my keys? There.

Do you think he'll remember us

next time he sees us?

- God, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay, honey.

- He won't forget you.

- I know. I know. I know.

- I'm sorry. I'm an idiot.

No, you're not an idiot.

Oh, God.

Please.

Hi, Dad.

I thought I called your mom.

You did. She's busy.

Did they get off all right?

They're on the plane.

Ask Mom if she remembered

to pick up my stuff at the cleaners.

Did you get Dad's stuff?

Yes, she did.

Put her on.

I have to ask her something.

She'll call you back.

Well, she can't.

I'm going into surgery.

Wait a minute. She's upset.

Of course. Is she crying?

A little, we all cried.

Okay, you can do this.

Tell her to please calm down.

Okay.

Thank you, sweetie.

- I'll drive.

- No.

Okay.

Dad can be kind of

a prick sometimes.

He thinks I overreact.

When you do what he does,

you gotta have a thick skin.

Honey, he's not a prick.

You always defend him.

Oh, my God.

- Turn around!

- What?

- Oh, my God!

- What? We're on the freeway.

We got to go back,

I saw something.

What... Like a body?

- Take that exit right there!

- I'm taking it!

- God, take it easy, Miss Daisy.

- Turn around!

I can't turn around.

We're on the freeway!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Mom, are you sure about this?

Get out on this side.

No sh*t.

Here.

Hey! Hey, fella!

Here, boy.

Hey!

- Don't touch him!

- Okay.

He's filthy.

- He could have rabies.

- I know.

- It's okay.

- Why isn't he standing up?

Is this like one of those

subway accidents,

where you lift him up

and all his guts fall out?

Honey, he's terrified.

What can we feed him

to make friends?

I know. All right, I got it.

Yes, hello, 9-1-1?

Listen, this isn't

a life-and-death emergency, exactly.

No one has a gun or anything.

No, I said no gun!

- I got it!

- Hello?

- Here we go!

- Hello?

- Damn it.

- Look, look, look, look.

Ethan loves these.

He loves these.

I think you will too.

Watch it!

Hey, buddy. That's a boy.

Good boy!

There. Oh, my God, he took it.

Thank God, I am on I-70

near Chambers Road.

And this is a life-and-death

emergency.

Never mind. We're cool.

Mom, look.

We're just not allowed

to deal with animals of an unknown threat.

I mean, this...

- Durley.

- Yeah?

- We gotta go.

- What do you mean?

I talked to Animal Control.

They'll be here sometime

in the next two hours.

Two hours!

That's all you're gonna do for us?

Well, no, in this circumstance,

we are authorized to

put the animal down.

I think you'd better go.

I'm sorry, folks.

Them's the rules.

Good luck.

Do you think we

can move him?

You mean, touch him?

This is one of those rare occasions

when I wish I had a man I could call.

Me too.

Honey, there really are

a lot of great men out there.

You have to make some effort.

Mom, let's keep our eye on the ball.

How are we supposed to move him?

Where is it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Here is a giraffe.

What kind of a**holes left you

out here all alone, huh?

Silk. Good idea.

Good boy. Good boy.

Now, nobody's gonna hurt you.

Get ready for him to go crazy.

Just get ready. Here we go.

There you go. Okay.

Okay. There you go.

Now, here we go. Okay.

Come on. Come on, darling.

- Come on, boy.

- Come on.

- Take a right.

- Look! No broken bones!

Look at that! Yeah.

It's gonna be so warm in there.

Now, on the count of three,

we're gonna throw this shirt over his head

and lift him in, okay?

Don't you want to use

one of Dad's suits to protect the seat?

Pay attention.

Ready?

Okay!

One, two...

There.

Three.

Thank you.

Hello, I'm Dr. Bhoola.

So, Mrs. Winter, you saved this dog's life?

I don't know about that.

Not many people would have stopped

in this weather.

You must have

a dog of your own.

No, no.

Then you must be a dog person.

Well, I don't know.

How about you?

Are you a dog person?

Yeah, I can't keep my hands off 'em.

Well, there's no chip in him.

There's no way to trace the owner.

He's a little nicked up.

He has a cut on his muzzle,

a few hot spots.

We'll get the blood panel back tomorrow.

But if I had to guess,

there's nothing wrong with this dog

a few good meals and a bath won't fix.

That's great.

I hope one of you

will take him home.

I just can't.

I have my thesis,

and it's time-consuming,

and I don't even know

why I'm doing it.

It just goes on and on.

And I can't have pets

in my building, so...

Mrs. Winter?

Me? No, no, no.

No, the last thing my husband

wants right now is a dog, so...

That's too bad.

His teeth are worn down,

if you'd just like to have a look.

Yeah? No.

Yeah, it looks like he was left alone a lot

and spent his time chewing on a chain.

He's about seven.

And the chances of a dog like him

being adopted from the shelter are minimal.

So in about a week,

he's likely to be put down.

Mom?

- Good dog.

- Beth?

Hi, honey.

Dad, we're in here.

Hello.

Hey, it's okay, boy. It's okay.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

You know, I think he's just startled by you.

That's all. Easy.

Hey! No!

No barking!

What's going on?

Whose dog is this?

Mom's. She saved his life.

He's not mine.

I'm just gonna find him a home.

Why is he here?

I just couldn't let them

take him to the pound.

So what I'm gonna do is,

I'm gonna call

a few rescue societies tomorrow,

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