
Family Weekend Page #5
Mm-hmm.
It's an illegal substance
and a horrible example
for your children.
brother's pot experimentation,
you can relax.
Thor is a very
well-adjusted young man.
Oh, yeah?
Do well-adjusted
young men pretend to be gay?
Enh.
What?
She's just kidding.
Is this true?
No!
Dad, I'm totally gay.
She's just
messing around.
No, I'm not.
This is so crazy.
I'm so queer.
Thor, it's all right
if you're not gay.
Dad, I like dudes. I...
He thinks people will think
he's more artsy if he's gay.
I love dudes, love 'em.
He doesn't even
have a boyfriend.
It's 'cause good men
are hard to find.
Everybody knows that.
Amen.
He has straight
porn mags in his room.
They're so gross.
Straight porn?
B*obs and everything?
No. B*obs are
so nasty.
I could have told you
years ago he wasn't gay.
You overaccessorize.
No, I don't.
It's okay.
You know what?
Screw this.
Thor.
Lucy, watch them.
Until the age of three,
homosexual relationships.
Lucy, come let Mommy out.
Jacks?
What?!
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to out you
or in you or whatever.
But you have to admit
it's kind of weird
pretending to be gay.
Hello?
I had one thing that made me
interesting...
one thing that
made him notice me.
You couldn't let me
have that, could you?
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
I didn't know.
Duncan, we need
a new approach.
Just agree with
everything I say.
I can't believe
Thor's not gay.
With you going on and on
about Warhol all the time,
I'm surprised he hasn't
dyed his hair white.
Oh, so this is my fault?
Yes, of course it is.
You're the one
who's here all the time.
A son pretending
to be gay is something
that usually the primary-care parent
would pick up on.
A primary-care parent
implies that there's
some kind
of secondary-care parent,
and we both know that's
not the case, don't we?
Emily, hi.
He's a little upset,
but he'll come around.
Yes, he will. Um,
your father and I
have been talking, and,
whew, we need
a new approach.
We are starting to see
some of your frustrations.
Yes.
Yes. Thank you, Duncan.
I know this sounds crazy,
but I do think...
we both think that...
we could do
a better job at...
parenting this family.
Together,
as partners.
Yes.
Right.
I'm not that stupid.
Mmm. Thank you, honey.
I'd drink more, but I'd just have
to pee again. Heh.
Emily, darling,
you're right.
I think it's time that we work
on some of this stuff.
I... I don't know what to do
or what to say,
but I do think it's time
to lose the ropes and...
and work this out
as a family.
You would really
listen to me?
Yeah.
Lucy, duct tape!
On it, Em!
Make a gag!
Hello!
Hello?
Hello!
Hello?
I can't find it!
Where did you put it?!
It's your job.
Please help us!
Help!
Mickey, go get the door.
Go get the door.
Does anybody
need help in there?
Hide everything
in this operation.
We've been
taken hostage!
What the F? Jackson, stop.
Just help me.
And action.
I'm coming in!
Everybody hide!
Yes. Now we
have a movie.
Kick the door down!
Just kick it in!
What?!
Ah! I found the tape!
Help!
Lucy.
It's too late!
Just hide!
Hurry up,
and get in here!
Stop.
Right there.
The cops. I got
something for 'em.
Bunch of freaking amateurs.
Shh. Thor.
Stop filming.
Ha!
Hello?
Yes! Me! Come!
Hello?
I'm warning you.
I know tae kwon do.
Rick?
Rick? Who's Rick?
Rick?
Is this why you didn't
show up to our meeting?
Yes! Come here.
Your text message did say
you wanted to close
the deal. Wow. Kinky.
Eww. No, Rick.
Come here. Untie me.
Just so you know,
I'm not super into bondage.
Maybe a little role-playing
here and there,
plushies,
master-slave stuff.
Rick, now!
Who's the dude?
Who am I?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Rick. Who are you?
I live here.
This is my wife
I thought you said
your husband was dead.
You said I was dead?
No, I meant it
metaphorically.
What?
What?
Just come here and
untie us! Please.
Why are you
telling people I'm dead?
Just so you know,
I'm not super into dudes.
Wait a second?
Are you sleeping
with this guy?
I don't think she had
much sleeping in mind, bro.
Raah!
Ohh!
Oh ho ho!
Yes!
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa.
Dude, yeah!
Nice job, Emily.
Emily.
Lucy, um, I need you
to take Mickey
up to his room
and hang out for a bit.
No way!
This is hard-core.
Now. Lucy, now.
Come on, Mickey.
I got guns.
Heh heh.
Emily.
Okay.
Tape.
Oh. Sorry.
Shut up, Mom. I have
everything under control.
Thor, get that
out of my face.
Can someone please
give me a hand?
No way.
You're psycho sauce.
I'm more of a star witness
than a codefendant.
It's fine.
Emily,
listen to Mom.
We need to consider
what you're
doing now.
Oh, my G.
I'd go with, "Oh, my F G."
Please tell me
you're getting all this.
Rolling.
Awesome.
How was I supposed to know
that he would show up?
You couldn't plan for this.
I just reacted
to the situation.
Rick. Rick,
are you okay?
Sam?
What the hell?
Why am I tied up?
Because our daughter
Emily is a bit
dissatisfied with
our parenting style.
What? Dissatisfied?
Are you kidding me?
Sam, are you sleeping
with this guy?
Oh, God, would that
bother you?
Would that pierce
your membrane?
Be quiet!
Somebody needs
Rick, do I look like I have
a say in the matter?
Is this what this
is about, my membrane?
Not now, Duncan.
Okay, clearly
you guys are dealing
with some sort of family issues.
Uh, Emily...
It's Emily, right?
Yeah, anyway...
Look, I know being
a kid is tough.
I know that's gotta be hard,
especially with a mom like Sam.
You should have seen her
last week at work.
She made Hoverman cry.
Hoverman's a wussy.
Will you shut up?!
Yeah.
Look, you seem like you got a
good head on your shoulders.
...kind of illegal.
a little bit.
Is this really worth
40 years in jail?
It wouldn't
be 40 years.
Can't believe you're
sleeping with this guy.
"This guy" headed
multinational campaigns
for six Fortune 500
companies last year, a**hole.
One more, and I would
have been impressed.
Oh, shut up,
both of you. Emily...
Follow your goals.
Listen to me,
Little Miss Sunshine.
If you don't
let me go right now...
and I mean
right this second,
I will make your life
a living hell.
Do you understand?
And this is serious
right here.
This is a serious crime.
You know, adultery is a crime.
Yeah!
Actually it's not.
Uh, yeah, it is,
for a family.
I don't care about family!
How did you learn how
to tie a knot like this?
Sam, how do you think
you can possibly run
a 300-person company
when you can't even control
your own teenage girl?
Will you be quiet?
Pathetic, misguided,
psychopathic,
bug-eyed, 52-pound freak.
Hey! That's my daughter you're talking to.
I told you to be quiet.
Emily.
Hit him!
Emily. Emily.
No. No.
Mom, I warned him.
No, go on.
Give him a hit.
No, no, no. I'll be good.
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