It's a Disaster Page #2
Oh.
Yeah.
Hey. Are we gonna talk about
this, or are you just gonna...
You need something?
No, I'm okay.
I can't get a signal in there.
Hmm.
You getting a signal? Hmm?
On your phone?
Mmm.
Well, feel free to use my
computer in the living room.
Oh, I don't want to
interrupt brunch. Mmm.
I got nothing.
Very considerate.
Um, well, the reception
back here is pretty spotty.
You might want to try
the front porch. Okay.
I can drink this out there? Yeah.
Of course you can. Why would you...
Weird.
Emma, we need
to talk about this.
About what?
That it's better to just
rip the band-aid off.
What did you tell him? I
didn't tell him anything.
I just asked him
a hypothetical question.
Well, he's not stupid, Pete. He's
gonna know what you're asking for.
We just met the guy. How is he gonna
have any idea what I'm asking for?
And how... how do we know
he's not stupid?
(SIGHS) We had an agreement.
Yeah, well, agreements change.
No, they don't.
That's why they're agreements.
This is awkward.
Well, deal with it.
Yeah. I'll deal with it.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING,
LAUGHING)
(BEEPING) Damn. I bet
this game is so good too.
I got nothing.
Me neither.
I'm with AT&T. How about you?
I have no idea.
But I will ask this young lady to
use her phone. Mom, slow down.
No, I'm not at home. No,
I'm not watching the news.
Excuse me, miss?
Miss?
Hey, can I, uh, borrow
your phone real quick?
I'm currently on the phone.
Oh, okay. I'll wait.
What's his name?
Could you not...
(SIREN WAILING)
What's his name?
Mom? No, I didn't...
he's cute.
(SIREN CONTINUES)
Would you not...
Come on. He loves it.
One of them, kinda.
I...
Hey. Hey.
Sh*t!
(SCOFFS)
Oh, can I... miss?
All right, well, see ya.
Oh, god.
I'm so allergic to dogs.
Next to the place
where I get my pedicure...
Is this vintage store
that opened up.
I know you guys think I have the worst
fashion sense ever, but I did find...
- I like vintage.
- I found this really awesome bag.
Except for the mothballs. I think
you'd... I think you'd really like it.
- You usually get the bags that I buy.
- An evening bag or a bag bag?
A bag bag. Do you want to
come upstairs and see it?
Yeah.
I'll... I'll just be right back.
(SIRENS CONTINUES)
( ROCK)
Mmm! Good carrots.
You want to see
my glockenspiel?
Oh, you're, uh, referring to
the musical instrument? Yes.
(CHUCKLES) What else
would I be referring to?
No, I don't...
uh, 'cause... yeah.
Tracy had mentioned that, uh, you
and Buck, uh, perform. Oh, yeah.
We perform all right.
If you behave yourself at brunch
today, maybe we'll let you tap it.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you bump?
(TYPING)
Hmm? Excuse me?
Bump. It's an App.
Oh, yeah. Oh, the thing with
the... the information sharing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You want to try it?
Yeah. I'm not sure what,
uh... how that works.
Uh...
This one?
Okay.
Okay.
Uh, all right. I don't think
you have to actually hit it.
Hmm. I'm not getting
any signal at all.
No connection. Awkward.
All right... ohh! Ohh!
(CLATTERS ON FLOOR)
I said you don't have to...
(LAUGHS)
What is goin' on here?
Are you guys bumping?
We were bumping.
Glennzo, are you bumping my wife
behind my back? What's going on here?
Their screens aren't even protected.
That is gross. Oh, Glenn.
Ooh, is that humus? Yes. Vegan, yes.
Uh, where's Hedy and Tracy?
They are upstairs in the bedroom
eating each other out.
(LAUGHS)
You ever seen Black Swan, Glenn?
(GIGGLES)
I told you it's so big. It's super big.
But there's so many flaps.
- The flaps just get in the way.
- I know what you mean.
(LAUGHING)
- You're like...
Did I say something funny?
Why? What happened?
Uh... uh, Lexi
had made a joke,
Uh, that,
Uh, you and Hedy were
upstairs in the bedroom...
Having a lesbian relationship.
LEXI:
Yeah!(LAUGHING)
It sounds so gross
when he says it.
- Lesbian. Oh, that one.
- Why? It would be hot.
- So, uh, Glenn, what do you do?
- He is a teacher.
- Yes.
- Oh, my god. Me too.
Tracy didn't tell you that? I, uh...
she's a teacher. I didn't... not yet.
What grade do you teach? Uh, fourth.
History. And you?
Um, 12th.
Mostly A.P. Chemistry.
But now this semester, they're letting me
do a little bit of conceptional physics.
Sorry.
GLENN:
Oh, boy.What are you...
an animal?
So what school are you at?
- St. Andrew's elementary.
- Is that the one by the mall?
GLENN:
Yes. Sheloves the mall.
Oh, it's fun.
I love the mall.
EMMA:
It's a good school.What school do you...
- I'm at M.L.K. Downtown. - Oh, I thought they
closed that down after the shooting. No?
Because some of us teachers got together
and we rallied and we got a charter.
So... and it actually made me a bit
of an administrator on campus.
- You didn't tell me that.
- But it's an un...
They're unpaid.
Unpaid administrators.
If it was about the money, I would have taken
the job at the national science foundation.
- Right? Am I right?
- Right. Right, yeah.
Yeah.
I'm right.
Emma, I'm sorry to do this,
but this isn't working.
- Are you still cool with me using your
computer? - Yeah. Go for it, totally.
No, come on.
What? What?
Do you have to do that right now?
Babe, I'm dying here right now.
Okay? I mean,
you remember the guy...
Who found the declaration of independence
for five dollars at a garage sale?
You're not the guy who found the
declaration of independence.
I'm about to though. And I don't
know what's going on, all right?
Shane, as long as you're
disrupting the brunch,
I would like to vote we go in there
and check out the score in the game.
No. We have it on the dvr.
Just watch it when we get home.
It's not like watching the game live.
Hey, guys. Guys, seriously.
SHANE:
I don't care. I thinkthe men would all agree that, uh,
We'd love to go in there and
check on the score of the game.
Glennzo?
- Score of what game?
- The U.T. Game.
- Hook 'em, horns.
- GLENN:
Oh, right. Right.- No, that's the devil sign.
(LAUGHING)
- You guys go watch the f***ing game already.
- Yes, please.
Great idea. Yeah. Sure. Let's eat.
Have fun, honey.
Lexi, I'm not gonna resist a lady's offer.
(CHUCKLES)
Come on.
No.
Great.
Glenn, you'd better go. It's
gonna get all vaginal in here.
Okay. All right. New word, please.
She can't say the v-word.
No, I can say it. I
know it's... (LAUGHS)
I can say it. I just...
you can go.
Is it okay? Um, is it okay to go?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Okay. I just
wanted to...
(STATIC) Bye, Glenn.
He's so cute.
He just asked for
your permission to get up.
He's so cute. I'm gonna
introduce him to my father.
(LAUGHS)
Okay. Wait.
I want to know
what happened to brad.
It turned out
he was f***ing crazy.
- What?
- Right.
He didn't seem crazy.
What do you mean right? How can
every guy you ever date...
Turn out to be crazy? They just do.
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