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- I only have time for one sip.

- All right.

- Yeah, that's good.

All right.

I gotta run.

- Made you breakfast.

- Really?

You are the best husband

ever, you know that?

I love you.

- Go save lives!

- Howdy, neighbor.

- Oh hi, Harold!

You can make me make you

Make me smarter

We can work, we can work

We can work

You can tell me what

you want to tell me

We can work, we can work

We can work

- What's up, doc?

- You tell me.

Oh, damnit.

Really?

- At least

the breakers work.

- Oh god, Todd, fix it.

- I got a better idea.

Will you tell me what

you want to tell me

You can make me make you

Make me smarter

- Oh, Sweety I had

the strangest...

- Hey there, sleepy head.

- Harold.

Francine.

Morning.

Hello.

- Morning, gorgeous.

- Morning.

- Sleep okay?

- Think so.

So you always make breakfast

for your neighbors?

- Just the ones we like.

The others we burn at the stake.

- You are horrible.

We were just on our

way home from the store

and we saw your big strong

man without his coffee mug.

So we thought we would

do our civil duty.

- And make him fat, like me.

- Seduced

by the dark side.

- Honestly, I'm just

trying to bribe him

into giving me some free advice.

Francine's just my

coworker in crime.

- Well, you

paid your dues.

Take your pound of flesh.

- All right, our

plan worked, honey.

We are off to landscape town.

- Love you, baby.

- I love you.

- I am sorry if we set you off.

- Oh, no you've

been so welcoming.

- Thank you.

- - You're sweet.

I'm not sure how I'd react to

another woman in my kitchen.

Especially so early in the

morning, but you are a dear.

We will get out of

your way, right away.

- No need.

- Okay then.

Well I promise to rein Harold in

and you just enjoy

your breakfast.

I said it was too early, but

when he saw Todd out there...

Harold just loves to

think he knows everything

about everything.

He will not call a plumber until

we're practically drowning.

Or an exterminator unless

we're overwhelmed by rats.

Rebecca?

Oh my god.

Are you okay?

- Yeah,

I'm...

I'm okay, I'm just tired,

and the hours at the

hospital wear me out.

- And my

cooking doesn't help.

- I'm sorry.

- - No, no no.

It's not you,

really, it's just...

I'm stressed from work and the

house and the new hospital.

- I understand,

more than you know.

What you need is a night out.

A girls' night.

Get your glow on.

- World's biggest bird cage.

Glad I'm not cleaning it.

- Right.

It seemed kind of odd it just

standing there all broken.

It'd make a great

park or something.

- You'd have to talk

to the city about that.

They haven't been listening

for about 70 years.

I think they're waiting

on some big company

to make a bid and make

it worth their while.

Then all our property

values go up.

- Anyway, there's this

pond I'm gonna rehab.

Based on the foliage it

looks like they set up

some sort of English garden.

What?

- English garden?

No, that was their burn barrel.

They got rid of their

garbage in that hole.

- Really?

Like, what, leaves?

- Trash and plastic, whatever

they want to get rid of.

There were no recycling

bins back then, just,

fire and smoke.

You scratch the surface

we're all just an inch

above the dark ages.

- Yeah, I guess I'm

romanticizing it a bit, huh?

- You should.

It's your house.

Your home.

Fall in love.

- No no, I'm good.

Those will kill you.

- Truth, but if you're

already in the train,

you might as well

enjoy the ride.

- What does that mean?

- Lung cancer.

Got the eviction

notice four months ago.

- Sh*t, I'm sorry.

Harold, I didn't mean

to make a joke about it.

- Don't apologize.

Nobody lives forever.

- God, longest seconds ever.

Okay.

What the hell does this mean?

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Oh.

Oh wow.

- Hey, baby?

I got the washer nuts

for the tub faucet.

- Can I get in there?

- - Yeah, okay.

Um...

Okay.

- Give me a second.

- - I really gotta pee.

- All right, just

give me a minute.

I'll be right out.

- All right, hang on!

- - I really gotta pee!

- Yeah, one minute,

I know, I know.

I'll be right out.

You scared me.

- Uh, the shank came

off, and the knob.

Yeah.

- You all right?

- - Yeah.

- Okay, just give me

a few minutes, all right?

- Okay, yeah yeah.

- Get out.

See you in a few, thanks baby.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Hey hey.

- Hey, how's the faucet?

- It's perfect. Easy fix.

- Oh, good.

- How you feelin'?

- Good. I'm just

tired, you know?

- You seemed a

little sick after breakfast.

- Yeah, too

much greasy bacon.

- Maybe you just got the

flu from work or something.

- Um, no it's not the flu.

- Is there anything else

that you think it might be?

I dropped my wrench

in the trash.

- Todd, I was just gonna...

I was gonna tell you.

I just needed to figure

out how to tell you.

- How to tell me.

Baby, we're a team.

- I just wasn't thinking.

- You hid this in the garbage.

I mean, I'm sorry but

that is f***ed up, honey.

- Okay, you know what?

I don't wanna get into

an argument about this.

So let's just talk

about this later.

- We're gonna talk

about this right now.

- How long have you known?

- - I just told you!

I found out just now!

- Rebecca, you are a doctor!

Of medicine!

How long have you known?

- I didn't wanna say anything

until I was sure, okay?

- Okay, I appreciate

that. Thank you.

I really do, I understand that,

but don't f***in' protect

me from our lives.

- God, why are you

getting so angry?

- I'm not angry,

I'm intense, okay?

Intense.

Involved.

This is supposed

to be our decision.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- I wanted to have

a kid with you.

When we are ready.

- Oh, so you're not ready now?

- Don't play that game with me.

You know that I wanna

have kids with you.

I just also wanna

have you with you.

And the last five

years have been...

- Past five years, Todd?

What, what?

Tell me about the

past five years, what?

- The last five years have

been about supporting you.

School, studying, the residency.

It's all been about you

becoming the doctor you wanna be

and that's okay,

I understand that!

- Well I'm so

sorry that you were

really f***ing supportive, okay?

- Don't!

- God!

- Hey, this is us!

All right?

Us.

And I just wanted to have

some time being together.

Creating a life together.

Spoiling you with no

f***ing responsibilities.

Just us, all right?

I wanted to have

a f***ing choice.

- I didn't plan this.

And you know what?

I'm not sorry.

But I am sorry that

you're not happy.

- I'm f***ing ecstatic!

I f***ing love you!

And I wanna have kids with

you, it's just this is...

F*** this is a lot!

You know? It's a f***ing lot!

F***!

Cheers to you, buddy.

There you go.

I'm gonna be daddy.

Wow.

Becca?

- Dear diary.

Today is my 11th birthday.

I wanted a doggy so we

could adventure together,

but Daddy said I wasn't

responsible enough.

So, instead I got

you, Dear Diary,

and a rad new bike.

So I guess you could say

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