* Men.
(sighs)
(panting)
Wow. That was great.
Good, I'm glad.
Wait, wait, wait. You're glad?
Yeah.
I knew it.
There was no "gaa."
"Gaa"?
When the sex is working for you,
you try to say "God," but it comes out "gaa."
And this time, there was no "gaa."
Charlie...
No "gaa," no good.
And I'll tell you another thing.
You usually grab my ass like you're holding
a tree trunk in a hurricane.
Just now, it was more like you were palming
a couple of cantaloupes at the supermarket.
Fireworks don't have to go off every time
for me to enjoy it.
Oh, please, fireworks is the whole point of the exercise.
Otherwise, all you've got is
two naked people humping on a StairMaster.
Sometimes it's nice just being close.
Nice being close.
Great.
Now I know what it's like to be my brother.
Would you stop it?
No, this is the beginning of the end.
First our sex life goes to hell,
then we start eating dinner at 4:30,
watching reruns of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,
and at 9:00 we shake hands, pee and go to sleep.
Then around midnight I get up to pee again.
Quit making such a big deal out of it.
Just because every once in a while
I don't have an orgasm...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
This has happened before?
Just a few times.
Why didn't I know? Were you faking it?
Does it matter?
You're damn right, it matters.
Why'd you stop? Don't you love me anymore?
Of course I love you.
If you really loved me, you'd keep faking it.
Fine, from now on I'll fake it.
Too late. Now I'm on to you.
Honey, there's nothing to get so upset about.
I've just been working really hard, under a lot of stress.
Then on top of that, I'm trying to plan our wedding
and dealing with my parents, your mother.
But trust me, as far as I'm concerned,
you're still the sexiest man on Earth
and I'm the luckiest woman who ever lived.
(snoring)
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men * * Ooh
* Men, men, men, men, manly men * * Ooh * Ooh
* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh... *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men... *
* Men.
I thought you were taking
your girlfriend out for dinner.
I am. But if I eat first,
I won't pig out in the restaurant and make her sick.
Good idea. That way you'll have
the whole rest of the night to make her sick.
Exactly.
Plus I won't snap at her if she reaches for one of my fries.
All right, Chelsea'll be home in a few minutes.
How are we doing?
The wine's decanting, pasta's on the stove,
salad's in the fridge, Marvin Gaye's on the CD player.
(chuckles) Gay.
And what about this?
Where's this gonna be tonight?
It has a date.
Oh, eating first.
I taught you well.
Thank you.
Clean underwear?
Cleanish.
Not good enough.
With underwear, there's no gray area.
Don't worry, it's not gray.
Anything but white is unacceptable.
In that case, I'd better change.
And take off the bib!
If he can score just once before I die,
my life will have been worthwhile.
Well, then you might want to start eating healthier.
What's the big occasion tonight?
There's no big occasion.
Just trying to keep the fire going with Chelsea.
You know what's good for that?
Doing it in public.
Really?
Yeah, there's nothing like the thrill
of thinking you might get caught.
I gotta tell ya,
you almost walked in on me a couple of times.
You're kidding.
Just a heads-up, the next time you see
the Sparkletts' truck parked outside, avoid the garage.
(sighs)
From now on, I'm gonna avoid water.
* Men.
Good news, Alan, you're going to the movies tonight.
Alan?
* Blame it on the bossa nova
* With its magic spell
* Blame it on the bossa nova
* That he did so well.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
What is that?
That's, uh, that's hairspray.
Really? Hairspray. Let me see it.
No. Leave me alone.
What's the big deal?
It's not a big deal. Just go away.
All right, but I need you out of the house tonight
so I can be alone with Chelsea.
Don't worry, I have a date.
Another Internet hook up?
SuaveSingles.com.
First month's free.
That must be how they keep out the riffraff.
Have fun.
Thank you, I will.
Hey! Hey!
"Captain Terry's Spray-On Hair.
Guaranteed to cover bald spots."
It's not really a bald spot.
I'm just getting a little thin on top.
So you're painting your head?
It's not paint.
It's a specially formulated hairlike substance
designed for the active man on the go.
Oh, you poor, gullible bastard.
It gives me confidence.
Okay, fine.
But what happens to your confidence
when your date runs her fingers through your...
specially formulated hairlike substance?
It's "guaranteed not to smear, drip or ignite
under normal circumstances."
So you're gonna spend the rest of your life spray-painting
your head like it's a freeway underpass?
This is just a stopgap till the pills kick in.
What's this, like Propecia?
Better, stronger.
It's from Eastern Europe where they don't have
to worry about all those pesky FDA regulations.
There's a monkey on the label.
It is not a monkey, it's the inventor.
How long have you been taking these?
A couple of weeks.
It has to build up in your system,
and then stand back and grab a comb.
Okay, well, far be it for me to judge someone
for taking questionable pharmaceuticals,
but be careful with this stuff.
Charlie, do you really think I'm so vain
that I would jeopardize my health
just to grow a little hair?
Do I have to remind you
about the Japanese penis enlargement system you bought?
That is not what caused the rupture.
I'm sorry, but this is a monkey.
* Men.
(both breathing heavily)
So did you make your way around the mountain?
Excuse me?
You know, were you driving six white horses?
What are you talking about?
* She'll be driving six white horses when she... *
Are you asking me if I had an orgasm, Charlie?
Yeah, but I'm trying to be cute about it.
No, I did not.
But it doesn't matter.
It was wonderful.
Were you at least close?
Yes, I was close.
Well, that's a start.
Now, when you were close, what was I doing?
You were downstairs getting a beer.
I'm kidding.
Can we please just drop it?
Excuse me for trying to bring you back to "gaa."
Sex is not just about orgasms.
Oh, really?
Then how are we supposed to know when we're done?
Don't pout.
I'm not pouting.
Yes, you are. Your bottom lip is sticking out.
It's swollen.
You could've stopped at any time.
No, no, I am not a quitter.
Sweetheart, do you know what the best part of tonight was?
For you or me?
'Cause I think mine was pretty obvious.
It was that you cared enough
to plan this amazing evening for me.
The beautiful dinner, wine on the deck,
the two of us talking, just being together.
It's nights like these that make me realize how lucky I am
to have found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
(snoring)
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
* Men.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Hey. Hey.
Alan, I don't know how to tell you this,
but your bangs are dripping down your face.
A little lesson for you, Charlie.
There are two things you never want to buy on the cheap:
canned hair and condoms.
I'm assuming it never got to condoms?
No, it did not.
Once my hair started dripping on her chicken marsala,
the evening was pretty well shot.
I probably should've sprung for Captain Terry's Hair Sealer.
Well, maybe you'll have better luck with the monkey pills.
Oh, thanks for reminding me.
If the date was so bad, why are you home so late?
I've been at the emergency room having my eyes flushed.
Apparently, my hair contains small particles of fiberglass.
What the hell's he doing?
Trying to sneak in two hours after curfew.
Aren't you gonna punish him?
Maybe tomorrow.
It's hard to assume any kind of moral authority
with Captain Terry's specially formulated hair
all over my face.
True. You do kinda look like a hot fudge sundae.
* Men.
Oh, hey.
Didn't see you there.
That's the first time anyone ever said that to me.
Taking a lunch break?
Sure, let's call it that.
Mind if I ask you a question?
It's Liz Taylor's White Diamonds.
What?
My fragrance.
You can get it at Costco.
Nice.
It's a great stocking stuffer for Christmas.
I'll remember.
I'll act surprised.
Actually, I was gonna ask you about when you were married.
Which time?
What was the long one?
Jerry. 14 years.
God rest his soul.
He's dead? He better be.
Okay, well, when Jerry walked among us,
was there a time when he wasn't, you know,
doing it for you?
You mean even though he was doing it to me?
Yeah.
Well, sure. But that's natural.
Passion always fades over time.
Before you know it, you find yourself daydreaming,
barely noticing the naked guy with the bad mullet
and the flip-flops doing his dirty business on top of you.
Jerry?
God, no-- I never let Jerry on top.
He was like a fur-covered water heater.
So that's it?
That's all I have to look forward to?
A wife that has to go to a happy place
every time I have sex with her?
Is Chelsea complaining?
No.
Can you read her mind?
No.
Then don't worry about it.
How can I not worry?
Orgasms is one of the few things
I bring to the table in this relationship.
Well, I can't argue with you there.
But maybe this is the perfect opportunity
for you to become a better boyfriend,
a more compassionate, caring individual.
Or you could buy her one of them vibrating eggs.
They're awesome.
I heard.
I got to go.
Man, I hope I can hold on to this buzz
until the Sparkletts' guy gets here.
* Men.
(knocking)
Alan, you in here?
Bathroom.
Getting ready for a date.
Another Suave Single?
No, my free trial expired.
Now I'm on J-Date.
Alan, we're not Jewish.
Who cares? You should see these girls--
very hotsy-totsy.
And the best part is, till my hair pills kick in,
two birds with one stone.
So, how can I help you?
(sighs): Well... believe it or not,
I wanted to ask your advice about women.
Me? I'm flattered.
What do you want to know?
Well...
Sit, boychick.
Okay, I'm having a little problem,
you know, satisfying Chelsea in the bedroom.
Uh-huh.
So I thought to myself, who knows more
about not satisfying a woman than my brother Alan?
That's a very unfair characterization...
but not entirely inaccurate.
Go on.
My question is...
how do you live with yourself?
How do you wake up in the morning
and not drag a straight razor across your throat?
Well, that's not an easy question to answer.
Uh, first of all, I don't own a straight razor.
This is what happened with you and Judith, right?
Actually, Judith was always highly orgasmic.
Really?
Not with me, of course.
But as long as I didn't let the battery drawer get empty,
she was one happy shiksa.
So, how did you deal with that?
Didn't it make you feel like less of a man?
Okay, I understand.
Your problem is, your male ego
is tied to your partner's sexual pleasure.
Your self-esteem is almost entirely based
on whether or not she achieves some level
of physical satisfaction. Uh-huh.
You got to get past that.
What, you're saying I shouldn't care?
Charlie... our people have spent thousands of years
carrying the burden of guilt.
I say enough!
It's time to break the shackles.
Okay, okay, first of all, I'm pretty sure
that our people are Scotch-Irish.
Perhaps. But the Talmud teaches us
that the true worth of a man is in his good works
and devotion to God.
The Talmud? Yeah, I Googled it.
Figured I might need a little Jewish dinner chat.
Lucky I did some research--
I was planning on taking this girl to Red Lobster.
Meshuggah,right?
Oh! Uh, I got to go.
Oh, uh, listen, Jake's grounded for coming in late last night,
so be a mensch and keep an eye on the little pisher, would you?
Oy...
vay.
* Men.
This is fun, huh?
I guess.
Gin.
Damn.
Okay.
Let's go again.
You do realize that at a certain point
we're going to have to go to bed.
I know. I know. It's not like
I'm avoiding it or anything.
Really? Because this is the first time
since I've known you you've suggested we play a game
that doesn't involve money or nudity.
We could play for money if you want.
What do you say, penny a point?
We'll go to bed when someone's up a hundred bucks.
Come on, are we gonna talk
about the elephant in the room or not?
What's there to talk about?
I can't ring your bell anymore,
so we'll grow old, I'll die,
and you'll find happiness with a vibrating egg.
Did you ever stop to consider that maybe this isn't about you?
No, not really.
Well, it isn't.
Then what's it about?
It's personal.
What's more personal than bumping pee-pees?
All right, fine.
My ex-husband's getting remarried.
I'm sorry, are we still having the same conversation?
I know it sounds stupid, but ever since I found out,
I somehow felt shut down.
Why?
I don't know, I guess because
he's moving on with his life.
Yeah, but you're getting married, too.
Yeah, but I'm getting married because I'm over him.
He's getting married because he's over me.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Are you still in love with him?
Of course not, you idiot-- I'm in love with you.
Well, good, good, because I'm sure feeling loved.
I'm sorry.
Okay, let me just make sure I'm following this.
Knowing that this guy is getting married
has somehow gotten in the way of you having an orgasm.
Maybe.
I think so.
Boy, women.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, nothing, nothing.
It's just I once had an orgasm with a lawn dart in my foot.
Do you think I'm crazy?
No, no. No.
Having sex right over the hedge
from where the kids were throwing the lawn darts--
that was crazy.
And believe it or not, I do understand.
You do? Well, sure.
No one wants their former lovers to be happy.
They don't? Well, hell, no.
Most of my former lovers want me dead.
A couple have tried.
In fact, now that I know you have a vengeful, petty side,
I love you even more.
Thanks... I guess.
Don't worry about the sex.
It'll work itself out,
just like the lawn dart.
I love you, Charlie. Well, you should.
I'm being really sensitive and understanding and all that crap.
Now, how about another game?
All right.
(sighs)
I got to tell you.
I'm kind of relieved to find out I'm not the problem.
Neither of us is the problem.
It's just that I have feelings.
Okay, for me, that would be a problem.
You do realize that Jake just snuck out of the house.
Well, he's grounded.
How else is he gonna leave?
Hey, how about the winner of the next hand gets
to be sexually satisfied without any guilt or reciprocity?
You have a good hand, don't you?
No, not at all.
All right, it's a bet.
Gin.
* Men.
CHELSEA: Gaa!
(sighs)
Okay, I got to ask.
Was that a real "gaa," or a mercy "gaa"?
Oh, that was the real thing.
So, it was good?
Lawn dart good.
You know what I think?
I think the fact that you shared your feelings with me,
and I really listened, made the sex more intimate
and helped you overcome whatever was inhibiting you from...
(Chelsea snoring)
Well, that's just rude.
* Men.
Morning.
Hey, looks like your hair is really filling in back there.
Yeah, I think the pills are starting to work.
What?