Our Idiot Brother Page #8

gonna be at the Dixie Chicks concert.

Yeah, but just for future reference,

like for concerts in the future.

What, are you guys f***ing?

Oh, God! Cindy! Cindy!

Oh! Dude! Man, there goes my ride.

That's OK, I can give you a lift.

Or no, I can't.

This can't be happening.

I never should have let Ned stay here.

What about what Ned did to me?

I take him to work, he hangs me

out to dry in front of everyone.

Hang on,

I'm getting call waiting. Hello?

Our idiot brother

just ruined my f***ing life.

You know you'll always

have a place here with me.

Thanks, Mom.

I thought the girls

wouldn't want you hanging around,

they've got too much stuff going on

to bother with people like us.

All right then, that's it.

I will see you in three weeks.

Hey, you know,

I've been meaning to tell you.

You're doing

a really good thing here, Omar.

Seriously. You talk to us screw-ups,

you give us a reason

for getting out of bed in the morning.

Thanks, man.

So you get out of bed again

in another three weeks, OK?

- I'll do it.

- I appreciate the compliment.

It's rare that we get love

from the clients.

Well, you're a good dude.

And I just needed this appointment

today, I'm having a tough go of it.

I swear, I try and do good,

but I just screw it up.

Man, I screwed it up with my sisters,

I'm back living with my mom.

On top of it all, I broke down

and smoked a joint

with the kid that lives

across the street.

OK, I didn't just hear that.

I said I broke down and smoked a joint

with the kid who lives across...

What are you doing?

Hey! Ned, why are you telling me this?

I just need to unload, man.

That's part of why I'm here, right?

I'm not your therapist, Ned. You don't

tell your parole officer you got high.

Now I have to report you

or else I could lose my job.

Seriously? Can you forget I said that?

- No, Ned, I can't.

- Oh, f***.

You OK?

It's an ulcer, I'm telling you.

Too many late nights.

Did you call Dr. Silverman?

I Will.

Oh, yeah,

it's my fault you're throwing up.

- Who's ready for charades?

- Me!

Mom, nobody's in the mood.

Great,

go and get the pens and paper.

Television show.

Three words.

Gimme A Break.

- That was quick.

- I put it in.

All right, guys.

River, this one's for you.

All right, River, come on!

Here we go!

Wizard of Oz.

- Yeah.

- Well done, sweetie.

I guess it's me.

OK, it's a movie.

Space?

Space, space, Star Wars!

- Space... No.

- Space Frogs!

- Crazy Hands!

- Good, Crazy Hands?

Crazy Heart.

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love."

- Uncle Ned!

- Me. Ned, Ned. Nedly, Nedrick.

- Me, me, Ned!

- Why aren't you guys guessing?

- The Jerk?

- Har har.

- OK, guys, come on, guys.

- Jackass.

You wanna get in on this

party, Liz?

The Man Who Just Ruined My Marriage.

Don't forget Lassie.

'Cause you miss your doggie.

Ha ha ha ha.

- Can you please just play the game?

- We are playing.

No, you're not playing,

you're not at all.

- We are.

- No, you're not.

- Yeah, we're kind of playing.

- You're kind of not playing.

- Those were great guesses, I thought.

- When you put your own clue in,

you're not allowed to guess.

You know that.

- I bent the rules.

- You didn't bend the rules.

You broke them and that just

ruins it for everyone, all right?

I know you've got a really

important life, Miranda,

but some of us like to sit around, enjoy

our family, and play a game of charades.

What's so funny, Nat?

By the way, when a kid goes,

you should at least give him

the opportunity to act out his hint.

All right? Before you jump in

with the answer, even if you know it.

It's the same stupid clue

Mom always puts in for River.

So what? You're so cool,

you're just too bored, is that it?!

For God's sake, Ned, we have

other things on our mind.

So you make it miserable for everybody?

- OK, Ned, we're gonna play.

- Let's get serious, girls.

Just play the f***ing game!

Goddamn it, I just want

to sit around with my family

and play a f***ing game of charades!

I just wanna sit

and I just wanna play the game.

I wanna play charades,

what's the big deal about that?

Why can't you all just play?

Sorry, Riv.

- Hello, Mrs. Rochlin?

- Yes.

Officer Omar Coleman. Is your son home?

He was just frustrated, officer.

He gets very excited

playing parlor games.

It's under control now.

- Oh, my God.

- Omar.

Mr. Rochlin, sir,

I suggest you step outside.

What's going on?

- Nedrick Rochlin?

- Yeah.

- You made bail.

- Really? Who?

Miranda Rochlin. Just sign here,

we'll process you out.

- No, I'm good.

- What?

No, thanks. I'm gonna stay here, man.

Thank you.

Look, there's nothing I can do.

He refused to sign.

- This is classic Ned.

- Officer, I'm his mother.

Just bring him out here.

He probably doesn't understand the form.

That's not how we do it, ma'am.

- Can I speak to your supervisor?

- No.

Mom, if he doesn't want to be

released to us, we can't force him.

Excuse me, sir, would it be possible

for my son to see him?

I know you're really mad at my mom

and Aunt Natalie and Aunt Miranda.

But they all feel really sorry, I swear.

River, I want you to go tell your mom

and your aunts something for me, OK?

Sure, Uncle Ned.

- Go f*** yourselves.

- River!

That's what he said.

Hey guys, I know how to get Uncle Ned

to leave prison.

Well, hello.

- Hi.

- The Rochlin girls.

This is a pleasant

and unexpected surprise.

- The farm looks beautiful, Janet.

- Oh, thanks, Liz.

So, what brings you all up here?

Um...

We were practically family, Janet.

And we thought... um...

it would be good

to get some closure, you know?

Yeah, that and we came for Ned's dog.

So he roped

the whole family in, huh?

Well, forget it.

Willie Nelson isn't leaving.

It's what's best for him.

Janet, Ned needs

Willie Nelson's company right now.

- Emotionally...

- Look,

I'm not giving that

irresponsible man-child my dog.

Come on, Janet, it's just a dog.

Uh... to you, maybe, Natalie.

To me, Willie Nelson

is a dear, dear friend.

- That is a load of crap, Janet.

- I love that dog!

Nobody loves that dog

the way Ned loves that dog.

Nobody loves anything

as unconditionally as Ned loves.

He's in jail, Janet.

- Oh, my God.

- He needs our help.

That was fast.

What did he do this time?

He didn't do sh*t.

We put him there, all of us.

Including you, Janet.

I am not gonna stand here

and be insulted on my own porch.

- I'll insult you right here.

- I'm a pacifist. I don't play that way.

I'm gonna peace you in the side of

the head if you don't give us the dog.

I'm not gonna receive that

with anything but love.

We are not leaving.

OK, I love that tactic.

Billy, get me the phone.

Janny, where's the dog bowl

that he loves so much?

- Billy, what are you doing?

- Let's go. Come on.

- What are you doing?

- Hey, it's his dog, man.

Billy, put the dog in the house.

Put the dog in the house, Billy!

Ilene, you can't take this dog!

This is his home!

Go back to your fruits

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