Just Go With It Page #5

Remove your shirt, if you could.

I smell something. You smell something?

I smell perfume.

Is that coming from you?

Maybe.

What, you got a date or something?

I don't have a date. I have a lunch.

You got a lunch? Who you got a lunch with?

Dr. Gervitz's office manager,

if you must know everything.

His name is Brian.

The guy with the gray soul patch?

You know what?

Hey, man, I'm Brian.

You're mean!

Wow, you wanna go to lunch sometime?

Is he gonna take you there right after the big protest?

Hey, man, we gotta stop these squirrels.

He plays bass, don't he?

You can take the brassiere off, too.

And by the way, he does play the bass.

And he writes songs.

What does he write songs about,

how bad his ponytail stinks?

Mrs. Harrington, could you put your

hands on your hips, please?

Okay, so, one of the funbags

is not having too much fun.

All right, what happened anyways?

Well, I hit it with the car door yesterday... Right.

...and I heard a pop

and then some sloshing sound when I walk.

Yeah. I think.

What are you doing?

Could be the kids or could be Brian.

Okay. Stop that.

Do you mind just for one second?

Let me just talk to this guy.

Stop!

Yeah.

Hello? Yeah, man!

Brian? You can lie down.

Yeah, hi! We sure are.

Yeah, no, sushi would be groovy.

Okay, I'll see you at 1 :00 in the lobby.

Okay, bye.

What voice was that?

That was my voice.

Really?

I didn't sound like that.

One o'clock...

You're excited about this guy, huh?

Mrs. Harrington, this is numbing

cream for your nipples, okay?

Oh. Oh, okay.

It's gonna be one afternoon.

Why are we making such a big deal out of this?

Because you know what? You're

trying to get my kids involved

in your dysfunctional, sick little,

pathetic, twisted web of lies.

When I was negotiating with your son, Michael,

he had the biggest smile I've

ever seen on anyone's face.

When I told him we could do it at J.D. McFunnigan's,

the kid looked like he won the Heisman Trophy,

I'm not kidding you.

I think that's enough. Do you feel that?

No.

No, but do you feel that?

No. We're good.

By the way, did you make this?

Mmm-hmm.

We'll have to give it to the Smithsonian

when we've done the operation. Terrific job.

Did he really smile?

Swear to God, like the cutest little smile.

And I got Maggie to eat.

You did? Yeah.

Pizza. Deep dish. Three pieces.

I can't get her to eat anything.

I know you can't. Don't do this for me.

Do it for the children.

Yeah! Oh, stop!

Come on, you're late!

What are you, in character right away?

Come on, let's go!

She's inside.

What is that?

What?

Did Victoria Beckham have a yard

sale? Why are you wearing that?

Are you kidding me?

This is what you bought for me.

I know, I know. I'm just saying is it...

All right, we're stuck with it,

I just think it's a little over the top, but...

Thanks. Happy to be here to help you.

The first rule of improv is always

accept the information.

If someone says something, just go with it.

No negating.

Gotcha. That sounds good, that's smart.

In my acting class, when someone

says "No" in a scene,

the whole class yells, "Die!"

No. I mean, no one will say "no" then.

Don't yell "die."

Who's up for some warm-up exercises?

No, honey, I'm not gonna do that. The what?

The tip of the tongue, the teeth, the lips.

The tip of the tongue, the teeth, the lips.

I got one for you. Shut up!

All right, let's go already. Are you ready there, Mafia?

Hell, yeah. Let's do it!

Stinks.

Smells like kids' feet and like skidmark underwear.

Mmm. Happy Father's Day.

Oh! Jeez!

Mommy! That man put his pee-pee on my face!

What?

He put his face on my pee-pee. Danny!

I'm saying he's the one. I don't think it matters.

No, I get you.

Oh, oh! Palmer, darling.

Hi.

Devlin. Thank you so much for bringing the kids today.

I don't think she was the only one who brought them.

You know what I'm saying? They are my pride and joy.

So I'd like to introduce you to, the one and only,

Kiki Dee, who came out at nine pounds four ounces.

Yeouch.

And then the whopper, we call him, Bart,

because he was a 1 2-pounder and did some damage.

Okay. So...

Hi, you guys.

Hello, Palmer.

Heard so much about you.

You're British?

So you're the bird what's been given

Daddy the ol' slap and tickle?

We sent her to boarding school last year in England.

See? So she picked up a slight accent.

It's, you know, very Madonna.

Well, it is a pleasure meeting you, Kiki Dee.

Wish I could say the same.

You see, before you, I had meself a father.

I was the apple of his eye.

It was all giggling and chasing butterflies

in the meadows, and what have you.

And now what do I got?

An hour and a half every other week

at J.D. McFunnigan's with him and his whore.

Koko! Kiki! Kiki!

God, she's in such pain.

No, that's the pills that...

She took some out of her mother's bureau.

Are you...

All right, let me go see her.

How are you doing, sweetie?

I'll be better when I start seeing some tokens.

He's American.

Excuse me. Yo! What was that all about?

That was raw and real and in the moment.

You know, I feel very good about it.

You do? Well, I don't!

So if you wanna get your money

and your acting classes,

you better start doing things right from now on.

No more sob stories.

And we're stuck with the English accent now, Ringo,

so commit to it. Don't choke, got it?

Got it.

Now hug me and laugh

and let's get back into the show.

Okay. Papa!

You're not a whore, Palmer.

Okay.

That's so nice. See what they do, they fight,

then they make up and it's good.

Good. We're doing good.

Are you kidding me?

Got a hamburger here for Bart, Art the Water Fart.

Here you go, kid.

Look at that, sweet!

And two quesadillas for Kiki Sneaky

With a Side of Freaky.

Here's the waters. No soda for you.

You're battling diabetes, remember? Huh?

Kiki Dee?

I got you two quesadillas 'cause it's your

favorite food so you have to eat it.

Well, yes! And that's why I'm going

to eat every single bit of it.

All right, let's see.

Yummy!

Thank you.

Hey, I think we forgot napkins.

We did? Okay. Well let me get the napkins.

Because I know she's not gonna get up and do it

because she doesn't like to get up and do anything.

Oh, nice.

Everybody be cool.

So, Bart, your dad tells me you

like to go to the bathroom.

When I feel it, I do it.

What else do you like?

I don't know.

That's our Bart.

He's a man of very few words.

Ah. Okay.

Maybe I'm upset.

Upset about me and your father dating?

No. You seem to make my dad

happy and that's cool, but...

But what?

Nothing.

Hey, I want you to feel comfortable

telling me anything.

Well, I just hate that he broke his promise to me.

What promise?

Yeah, what promise?

He promised me last year that

he would take me to Hawaii

to swim with the dolphins.

They have this lagoon there with dolphins

and people get to swim with them.

What are you doing?

But without warning, my dad canceled the trip.

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