I think you should move in. (gasps)
You bet your ass you're not going to do it.
I'm moving in with Lyndsey.
Alan. Lyndsey and I
have decided to live together.
Well, here we are.
Final good-bye.
One can only hope.
Alan?
Melissa?
I've missed you.
So, seeing anybody?
Nope. You?
No.
Alan? I'll explain later. Hey, Charlie.
Don't worry, I'm still moving in with Lyndsey.
This will just be my pied-à-terre.
I'm sorry I have to go. Me, too.
I mean that you have to go, not that I have to go.
Why would I have to go? I live here.
Can we do this again?
Again?
Well, maybe you can do it again, but men are different.
I mean another time.
Oh, oh, sure. Why not?
I live here.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
All right, I know what you're going to say.
I don't think you do.
It was wrong. I'm cheating on Lyndsey.
I'm lying to Melissa...
No, no, no, no, no.
What I was going to say is, you don't live here.
You moved out! Ah...
Not officially.
I never actually made it to Lyndsey's house.
Speaking of which, I should get going.
Alan, Alan, listen to me.
If you screw this up with Lyndsey, you're going wind up back here.
And you need to understand something.
There is no back here.
I got it, got it.
You know, it was a crazy impulse.
Old girlfriend-- it was a one time thing.
Uh, well, technically it was a two time thing.
The second one was in the shower.
Well, that is where you've been practicing.
You know,
you have to admit this is a very curious turn of events.
I mean, seven years ago I arrived on this very doorstep
heartbroken and alone.
And you had chicks coming out the kazoo.
(chuckles)
Now look at us.
The student has become the master.
Arrigato, sensei.
Ow!
You're welcome, grasshopper.
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
Lyndsey, you in here?
LYNDSEY: What took you so long?
I was getting worried.
Oh, well, saying good-bye to Charlie turned out
to be tougher than I thought it was going to be.
He didn't want to see his baby brother go.
You're kidding. Nope.
You know, Charlie may be prickly and crusty
on the outside, but inside, he's all soft and gooey.
Kind of like a pudding-filled cactus.
Well, I'm glad you're back,
(singsongy): because I have a moving in present for you.
Oh, great.
(whispers): Please don't be sex, please don't be sex.
Ta-da!
Oh, boy, sex.
I sent the kids to the movies,
so it's just you and me.
So no interruptions.
Goody.
Come on, unwrap your present.
All right, um, but how about, uh,
we make this one about your pleasure?
Aren't you in the mood?
Of course I'm in the mood.
I'm a man.
Men are always in the mood.
Mmm, sex.
Shh, shh, shh.
How about we do the first one fast,
and the second one nice and slow.
Second one...
Oh, yay.
* Men.
End of an era, huh, Charlie?
Yep.
From now on, no brother, no nephew.
Just the sounds of the ocean
punctuated by the soft voices of prostitutes
lying about the enormity of my sexual organ.
You do know how to paint a picture.
What can I say-- I have the heart of a poet.
Unfortunately, the rest of you is a drunken scumbag.
Cheers.
Ah. Ah.
ALAN: Hello?
Don't move, don't breathe.
Charlie? Berta?
Oh, there you are.
Um, listen,
I know I said it was a one time thing with Melissa,
but she called and wanted to see me and I just couldn't say no.
So she's coming here?
This is where I live.
You know, as far as she's concerned.
Could you excuse me for a minute?
Take your time.
Thank you.
Come, let's talk.
Okay... Are you insane?!
Have you lost your mind?!
I know, I know it's crazy.
I know my future is with Lyndsey,
but I have so much chemistry with Melissa.
You can't keep this up!
Don't I know it. Last time I was with Melissa,
I had to fake an orgasm with Lyndsey.
What?!
How does a man fake an orgasm?
(erotic moaning)
Ah! Ah! Ah...!
I get it. I get it. I get it.
(yelling)
Please. Please, I'm begging you.
(doorbell rings) Oh.
Okay, that's Melissa.
No, Alan, this ends now.
I swear, last time.
Oh, you got any Viagra?
What?!
Not for now--
for when I go home to Lyndsey, so I don't to, you know,
(yelling)
God, I missed you. I missed you, too.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey.
I know a guy.
Ten grand, you'll never have to see Zippy again.
Ten grand?
Actually he charges $500, but there's a finders fee.
* Men.
Alan, dinner's on the table.
Coming.
You're a great cook, Mrs. MacElroy.
Jake, I told you, call me Lyndsey.
Yes, ma'am.
You are such a sweetie.
You could learn something from him.
Suck up.
Suck up with a drumstick.
Hey, I noticed this old pipe on the mantle. It's a beauty.
Oh, it was my grandfather's.
Oh, wow. They don't make 'em like this anymore.
(as Bing Crosby): Hello, boys.
How about a little orange juice with your dinner?
* Ba-ba-ba-bom.
Is he high?
I wish.
I love a man with a pipe.
You should get some tobacco for it.
Your dad's gonna smoke a dead guy's pipe.
Yeah, well, at least he didn't get hair plugs
and ralph on my babysitter like your dad.
Ow!
Now boys, behave yourselves,
or I'll pull out my ba-ba-ba-belt.
Alan, sit down.
White meat or dark meat?
I'll take a... * Ba-ba-ba-breast.
Is that supposed to be somebody?
(normal voice): It's Bing Crosby.
Oh.
Who?
Bing Crosby. The black guy with the sweater.
He used to have a TV show.
That's Will Smith, dumbass.
* Men.
(doorbell rings)
Huh. That's weird.
(doorbell rings)
What the hell?
Hey, Charlie.
Oh, boy.
Isn't this nice-- eating together as a family?
(as Bing Crosby): It certainly is, Mother.
Maybe afterwards we can gather around the fireside
and sing a song or two.
Seriously, Alan, that's not funny anymore.
And don't call me "Mother."
(normal voice): Sorry.
("Up, Up and Away" ringtone playing)
And in this house, we don't talk on the phone during dinner.
Oh, right, yeah.
Terrific rule, but, uh, but I just have to take this.
Hey, Charlie, what's up?
Oh... Oh, she's there now?
Well, what do you want me to do?
We're all going to die, Charlie.
No, no, no, don't send her over here!
No, I'll be right there.
Just give me a minute.
Okay, let me tell you something.
This is now my house, too.
If I want to talk on the phone, I'm gonna talk on the phone.
What's wrong with you? Don't you nag me, woman.
Where are you going?
I'm going to take a drive and cool off...
Mother.
* Men.
Here you go. Thanks.
Doesn't Alan usually come home right after work?
Usually.
Hope he didn't get into an accident.
Nah, I'm not that lucky.
How can you say that?
I'm just stating a fact.
Charlie, I'm home from work.
Melissa?
What the heck.
I wanted to surprise you, but you were so late,
we started to worry.
She's using the royal "we."
I would have been home earlier,
but we had, uh, a situation at the office.
Oh, no.
What happened?
Um, well, I, uh, uh, lost a patient.
Oh, my God, someone died?
Oh, no, no, no.
Uh, not, you know, lost like died.
Uh, more like, uh, uh, misplaced.
Oh, thank goodness.
Yeah. CHARLIE: Hey, Alan?
Yeah?
I'm just wondering--
how does a chiropractor misplace a patient?
Good question.
I thought so.
Well, uh, uh, he's an elderly fellow
who in addition to scoliosis,
uh, also has dementia.
So I-I just spent the last hour and a half
driving up and down Ventura Boulevard
looking for a, you know, shirtless, hunched over 80-year-old man.
Found quite a few.
But none of them were mine.
So he's still out there?
Yeah.
Did you call the police?
Yes, Charlie, I did.
What did they say?
They thanked me for my help,
and, uh, told me to go home
and let them do their job.
So, uh, so here I am-- home.
Better late than never.
Oh, please, you've never given never a chance.
Do you mind?
Actually I do. I thought I made that clear.
All right, all right.
Melissa, we can't do this anymore.
I agree. You do?
Yes. I think I should move in here with you.
Here?
Why don't we talk about it after we make love.
Uh, okay.
It could work.
* Men.
(both moan)
Okay, I'm just gonna go home and get some things.
I'll be back in a little while.
Great. (chuckles)
That's really getting annoying.
Do me a favor, talk me through this.
Excuse me?
What's your strategy?
'Splain it to me, Lucy!
Okay, admittedly, I may have overplayed my hand a little.
A little?
You're living with Lyndsey and you asked Melissa
to move in here!
Yeah, I got to work on that.
So, listen,
when Melissa comes back, make some sort of excuse. Uh...
Oh, what, you mean like "I was cruising Ventura Boulevard
for an old, shirtless hunchback"?
Yeah, not my finest moment.
You're experienced at that kind of thing.
No, no, I'm experienced at promiscuity.
This is polygamy.
And frankly, I find it extremely distasteful.
Oh, oh, this you find distasteful?
The man who was asked to leave Bangkok for moral turpitude
finds this distasteful?
That was a misunderstanding.
Mmm.
I had no idea
it was an endangered species.
Well, nothing I'm doing requires a ten-day quarantine
and a series of rabies shots.
Oh. Hello.
Oh, Mom, thank God you're here.
Your sarcasm is unappreciated, Charlie.
No, no, really. You got to talk to Alan
and tell him not to screw up this thing with Lyndsey.
Who's Lyndsey? My girlfriend.
You have a girlfriend?
He moved in with her.
You moved in with a girlfriend?
Yeah, and he's cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend,
and he invited that one to move in here.
When were you planning to tell me all this?
We're telling you now.
So as usual,
I'm the last to know.
Mom, Mom, focus.
He moved out.
After seven years of putting up with him and his kid,
he finally moved out.
So Jake is gone, too?
No one thought to call me.
Okay, as usual, you're just useless.
Alan, this can't go on any longer.
You have to choose between Lyndsey and Melissa,
and you have to choose now.
You're right, you're right.
What to do?
When did he start smoking a pipe?
I don't know. This is new.
(cell phone chimes) That's probably Lyndsey.
Which one is Lyndsey?
The one he moved in with.
What's wrong with her?
Single mom, teenage son.
So desperate?
Like a goldfish in a leaky bag.
Oh, my God.
(chuckles): Lyndsey is apologizing to me.
Says she was wrong.
About what?
What difference does it make?
I won an argument with a woman.
Which is why she's the gal for you.
Go to her.
Love her, cherish her.
I don't know.
Okay, then take her for granted and treat her like crap
until she hangs herself, but go!
What about Melissa?
You have to break that off.
You're right, you're right.
I have to step up and be a man.
What are you doing?
I'm telling Melissa it's over.
With a text?
Well, I'm putting a little sad face at the end.
All right, well, uh, guess it's time to go home
and come clean with Lyndsey.
No, no, no. No coming clean.
Unless you're banging Mr. Bubble.
But I-I don't want to build our new life together
on a foundation of lies.
Oh, yes, you do.
Listen to your mother.
Trust me.
No good ever comes from revealing an indiscretion.
And you know this how?
I'd rather not say.
Wait, so you're saying when you were married...
Whoa, whoa, when did everything become about me?
When we were born.
Hey, don't get me started on that.
My episiotomy still itches.
My point, Alan, is, it is not fair to ease your conscience
by dumping your sins on the woman you love.
Yeah, Alan, don't be selfish.
(cell phone chimes)
(groans) What now?
Oh.
Melissa's not taking it well.
"I hate you, you stupid cork soaker"?
Auto spell check.
Anyway... I got to go.
Bye, Mom.
(sighs)
Okay, we dodged a bullet.
Yep. So now that he's gone,
what are you gonna do with that empty room?
Uh, why do you ask?
I was just thinking, it might be nice to spend
the occasional weekend here on the beach.
Oh, darling, you should see your face.
(laughs)
* Men.
Hey.
Oh, thank God you're back.
Sorry I stormed off like that.
No, no, you had every right.
I'm sorry I treated you like you were some kind of houseguest.
That's okay, I'm used to it.
Seven years with Charlie, a dozen years with Judith
and all that time with my mom.
Well, from now on, this house is your home.
And if you want to talk on the phone during dinner,
you just go right ahead and do it.
Really?
Can I hang my chiropractor of the year plaque on the wall?
Of course.
In the living room?
Wherever you want.
Charlie made me hang it in my bathroom.
Well, I'm not Charlie.
And I'm proud you're chiropractor of the year.
Oh, oh, not this year, uh, 2002.
After that, they tightened up the voting rules.
So, uh, what about acidophilus milk?
What about it?
I like it. Then we'll get it.
And I can keep it in the refrigerator?
Where else would you keep it?
Charlie made me keep all my dairy products
in an ice chest in the garage.
That's terrible.
I lost so much cheese.
Oh, honey.
Well, this is your home now.
And you can put your cheese wherever you want.
Can I sing show tunes in the shower?
Charlie didn't let you sing show tunes?
No, that was my mother.
Said I was effeminate enough already.
Well, as far as I'm concerned, you are all man.
Oh, Lyndsey.
You're too good to me.
Oh, it's only what you deserve.
(chuckles)
Okay, I-I can't live with this guilt.
I have to confess something.
What?
Okay.
Uh, a few days ago, I-I ran into an ex-girlfriend,
who I had a lot of chemistry with.
And you had sex with her.
Let me finish.
No.
I-I did not have sex with her.
Then why do you feel guilty?
Uh, well, after I ran into her,
I, uh, uh, I-I found myself,
uh, fantasizing a-about her.
Fantasizing? That's it?
That's it.
Uh, and nothing crazy, just straight missionary.
Sweetie, we all fantasize.
Every time I go to the car wash, I imagine myself
being bent over a soapy BMW by a man with calloused hands
and no green card.
Really?
Every time?
It's not always a BMW.
Come on, let's go to bed.
(chuckles): Sí, señorita.
Don't ruin it.
* Men.
(doorbell rings)
Oh, crap.
Where is he? I don't know.
I'm gonna give you one last chance.
Where is he?
I'm sorry. I don't...
(screams)
(gasping)
(groaning)
What's going on?
She kneed me in the nuts.
What'd you do to her?
Nothing.
What'd he do to you?
He won't tell me where his brother is.
I can't.
I'm not a rat.
What are you going to do to Alan when you find him?
Oh, same thing I did to Charlie, but worse.
He's at Lyndsey's.
1182 Bonnie Meadow Drive.
Sherman Oaks, big blue house.
Uh-oh.
(groans)
(retching)
I'm sorry, Charlie.
(groaning)
Oh, stop whining.
On some level, I'm sure you had it coming.
* Men.
So I was thinking of
turning that little storage room into a den.
You know, kind of a man cave.
Whatever you want, sweetie.
Really? Mm-hmm.
So I can get a flat screen, maybe a wet bar?
If that's what it takes to make you happy here.
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.
Enough talking.
Let's make love in our home.
Oh, yes, our home.
(both chuckle)
(both moaning)
Do you smell something burning?
* Men.
Here you go.
Thank you.
How are you feeling?
I think she punched my right nut up into my rib cage.
Poor baby.
You want Mommy to take a look?
No, thanks.
I have seen them before.
I know.
I imagine they're hanging a lot lower now.
Right back at ya, Mom.
Touché, darling.
You will never guess what happened.