Well, what have we here?
Robe, curlers.
I'll tell you, slap on some pimple cream,
I'm takin' the whole day off.
Glass houses, buddy, OK?
Listen, I need you to take this stuff
down to the dry cleaners today.
Go to the one on Kissena, don't go to Ritz.
That guy is an obnoxious jerk
and I hate him.
Whoa. Hate is a very intense feeling to have
for a dry cleaner.
Perhaps you should say, "I don't fancy him"
or, "He's not my cup of tea."
OK, you know what?
You're doing a lot of talking for 7 A.M.
Morning, all.
Hey, Dad. What you got there?
Uh, some lovely picture frames.
I, uh, just bought them to showcase the sketches
I'll be doing in my new art class.
They already have pictures in them.
Whose golden retriever is that?
Mine.
And this diploma from Harvard Business School?
Also mine.
Dad, the new neighbors are moving in.
That box belongs to them.
He's a Harvard M.B.A. He can afford new frames!
Put it back now.
Fine.
Can I keep this wooden duck?
Go.
I don't know.
New next-door neighbors.
You know what that means, right?
The Sackskys are gone
and the block is officially freak-free.
Oh, except for that Goldberg boy.
You know, the one with the really big eye?
You mean the one with the really little eye.
Hmm. Well, either way, he's still kinda freaky.
All right. I'll see you later.
Love you. Bye-bye.
Hey, I told you kids to stay off the lawn!
Just kiddin' around. Doug Heffernan. How are ya?
Hey, Mike Haller. How are you? Good to meet you.
Sweetie, I love the wine rack by the window!
It's perfect!
Oh, I just stuck it there for a second.
Happy accident.
This is my wife, Debi.
You forgot the dry cleaning, moron!
And... that's my wife, Carrie.
Car, why don't you come down and meet the new neighbors, hon?
Hi.
I, um, I usually wear clothes.
In fact, here's proof.
Ha ha ha! Hi.
Hi. I'm Carrie.
Debi. Mike Haller.
Hi, Mike. So where you guys moving from?
Oh, Manhattan.
We got tired of paying a fortune for a shoe box.
Yeah, I'll tell you what, though,
I am not looking forward to the new commute.
What do you do, Mike?
I'm a stockbroker.
Oh. Hey, question for you.
Bear market or bull market,
which one's the good one?
'Cause they both sound pretty damn strong.
Bull. Bull's the good one.
You know what? Then they ought to really change bear to,
like, squirrel or something.
Seriously. Squirrel market.
He's kidding, he's kidding. Keep it bear.
So what do you do, Debi?
Oh, I was a lawyer, but ever since I've had Jonah,
I basically stay at home all day and produce milk.
Good to know in case we ever run out.
I likes me cookies.
What do you guys do?
I'm with Kaplan, Hornstein, and Steckler.
Oh, that's a great firm. So you're a lawyer, too?
Uh, legal secretary.
Uh-huh, and Doug, you're with IPS?
Oh, yeah, truck driver.
Beast of burden right here.
Great. Listen, as soon as we get settled,
we'll love to have you over.
Yeah, absolutely. OK. All right, have a good one.
Take care of yourself. Nice meetin' ya.
Bye.
Their eyes couldn't be better proportioned, huh?
Did you have to say you're a truck driver?
I am a truck driver.
No, you're a courier for International Parcel Service.
You deliver very important packages internationally.
I pretty much never leave Queens.
What is your problem?
I just don't think we landed that great.
I mean, we're all schleppy and he's this big stockbroker,
she's making her own milk.
Hey, when she starts makin' her own soft serve, we'll talk.
See you tonight.
Hello, Spence.
Oh, hey, Arthur.
Riding the subway today, are we?
Yes, I'm taking an art course
and it requires me to use some pretty unsavory transportation.
You have nothing to worry about.
This is a very safe line.
Said the man behind the protective glass.
Well, I'm off.
Click me through, please.
I can't do that, Arthur.
You have to buy a MetroCard or a token.
Ha! That's rich.
Seriously, I gotta move. Come on.
I'm sorry. I can't do it.
Not even for your best friend?
We're not best friends.
Sure we are.
What's my last name?
Smith? Nope.
Cornfeld?
Arthur, it's $1.50.
Buy the freaking token!
Fine! I'll just go without my medication today.
I'm sure my blood is thin enough already.
All right, just go.
You're a man of honor, Spence.
By the way, it smells like urine down here.
Take care of that, will ya?
Hey.
Hey, honey, where you been?
Errands and basketball.
I now have your dry cleaning
and some very sharp chest pains.
Thank you.
Wait a minute.
You took this to Ritz?
Hang on a second. I had lunch at Cooper's.
Ritz is right next door.
I told you the guy was rude to me.
Maybe he's got a crush on you
and that's just his way.
Oh, and look at this.
They didn't even get the stain out of my green blouse.
Let me see.
They attached a note, huh? Lookit.
"We tried and tried, but we couldn't get it out."
Yeah. "We tried and tried."
That's twice that we know of.
This isn't funny.
All right, come on, it's dry cleaning. Relax.
Don't tell me to relax.
All right, how does settle down work for you?
You know what? Let me tell you something, OK?
Great. OK. Thanks a lot!
I just stepped on my pants!
It's not just the dry cleaning, Doug.
It's everything. This happens all the time.
What are you talkin' about?
I ask you to do something, you completely ignore me.
I mean, I would never be that inconsiderate to you.
What does that mean?
Carrie, you spend half your life
criticizing everything I do.
That is not true!
I bring home takeout, the food sucks.
I buy toilet paper, it's not soft enough.
Oh, when have you bought toilet paper?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
I bought great toilet paper and did I get thanked for it?
No. All I got was,
"Oh, it's not quilted. I hate it.
It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me!"
This is so typical.
It's like that time I asked you to please,
please send in the fridge warranty.
Oh, here we go with the fridge warranty again!
You don't forget anything. You're like a freakin' elephant.
Oh, yeah. Out of the two of us, I'm the elephant.
You just call me an elephant?
You just called me one!
I called you an elephant for good memory.
You called me an elephant for fatness!
Speaking of which, this should be fun to clean up,
but, oh, wait a minute, you won't because I will
because I always do because I'm the only one
who ever cleans up anything in this house!
If this house is too much for you,
then I'll sell it! I'll sell it right now!
I love this house!
I'll freakin' burn it to the ground
before I let you sell it!
Bless you.
Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
What? What did I do now?
The window was open this whole time.
So what?
So Mike and Debi must have heard us.
Who? The new neighbors!
We already made a crappy first impression.
Now they're gonna think we fight all the time.
We do fight all the time.
No, we don't.
OK.
Doug, we do not fight all the time.
We are a loving couple that love each other very much.
We just called each other elephants
and you threatened to burn the house down.
Banter.
What do you care if they heard, anyway?
Because they don't know it's banter.
They don't know that's just our way of airing things out
and we'll make love later.
We will?
No, I'm tired.
I don't want to fight anymore, huh?
I mean, who cares what the neighbors think about us, huh?
You should care what we think about us.
Come on, I love you.
I love you, too, honey!
What are you doin'?
Waiting for Mike and Debi to come over
to return our mail.
They should be here any minute.
What?
Yep. I put a piece of our mail in their slot.
That way, they have to come over to return it
and we'll get a chance to chat and show them what we're really like.
Or...
we could capture them, lock 'em in our attic
till they realize how delightful we are.
Doug, I'm sorry,
but I just can't stand the fact the we're living next door
to nice, successful people who think we're losers.
Uh! OK, come on, honey. Here they come.
Come on, come on, come on!
Tuck in, tuck in, tuck in. There ya go.
Bad idea. Tug back out, baby. Tug back out.
All right, look! All right!
Hi, Spence.
Arthur, I did it as a favor for you the other day,
but I can't let you on for free again.
I see.
Well, I suppose if I have to pay,
then I shall pay. All right.
No, it's not all right, you little weasel.
You let me in this turnstile
or I'll pull you through this slot
and ride you down those stairs like a toboggan.
Look in my eyes.
Do I look like I'm kidding?
Do I?
What is this, jazz?
Yes, when Mike and Debi get here,
I want to show them that we are nice, normal people
with a certain sense of style.
And we couldn't get that done with Kiss Alive 2?
No.
So, uh, how'd you rope 'em into this, anyway?
I didn't have to rope 'em in.
I just gave them a choice of 10 different nights
we were available and they picked this one.
Oh, OK, honey, that's them.
Now remember, you're funny and I'm charming
and we love being together. OK, come on.
Hey... wait.
Hi, you guys,
we are so glad to see you!
Lady and fella in the doorway!
Don't be shy. Come on. Come on in.
It's really, uh, nice of you to have us over.
Yeah, thanks. This is for you.
Scotch. Hope you like it.
Like it? He loves it. Big scotch guy right here.
Oh, scotch is great. Love the drink, love the tape.
OK, you guys sit right on the couch.
There's some hors d'oeuvres.
Honey, you sit right there in that chair,
and I will sit on your lap.
My big, sexy elephant.
This is nice.
These, um, little quiches are so good.
Oh, I had the deli make 'em up.
The one around the corner?
Is the guy behind the counter there kind of...
perverted? Yes.
Oh, my God.
I thought I was the only one who thought so.
Oh, no, no, no. The guy's a skeevo.
Who, Ralphie? Yeah, Ralphie.
He's always asking if I want to see his sausage.
I mean, it's not even clever.
Oh, and I'm sorry. I do not want to see a guy
behind a deli counter wearing shorts that short.
Yeah, or shorts at all.
Yes, thank you.
Yet they keep going back.
Am I right, sir? Yes, they do.
Well, here's to finding a new delicatessen.
Oh, you know there's another deli 2 blocks down?
It's right behind that shoe store.
Hello, Spence.
What do you want?
I think you know what I want.
No! You know what?
I'm not letting you on for free anymore, Arthur.
My whole life, everyone thinks
they can just push me around...
You, Larry Saccaricci in the eighth grade,
my fruit guy.
Well, let me tell you something,
I'm putting a stop to it right here and now.
I'm not takin' any more bruised plums
and I'm not letting you ride my subway for free!
My name is Spence Olchin.
I sell tokens.
Well, I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position.
Thank you for saying that.
What's that over there?
Where?
So long, douche!
So he thinks his name is Howard and Doug has to answer because it's his boss, right?
So every time I call his work,
I have to ask for Howard.
That's so funny.
Hey, Howard, let me top you off.
Oh, uh, OK.
That's plenty, that's plenty.
I'm gonna go in the kitchen
and see if there's any more of those mini quiches.
I'll be right back.
Your nails are great.
Is there a good nail place around here?
Oh, yeah, thank you.
Um, don't go to the place around the corner.
The girl's very rude. I hate her.
OK. Where should I go?
Go to Tina's, but there's 4 Tina's,
so go to the one on Hillside Avenue. That's the best.
OK. Yeah.
Hey, here we go. All righty.
Doug, you didn't have to ditch the scotch if you didn't like it.
I mean, it's not like I made it or anything.
I drank it.
No, I saw you pour it down the sink.
Ha ha ha ha. No. I drank it.
The... The pass-through was a little open.
I drank it.
OK.
It was good. I liked it.
Great.
Take care and, hey, thanks again for that scotch.
I may polish that baby off tonight.
All right. I, uh...
Shut up!
I'm gonna make sure
all the windows are closed
and when I do,
you are dead!
Look, I didn't...
Shut up!
I didn't do anything.
Oh, no? No? You didn't pour the scotch down the sink,
lie about it, and then stick to the lie even after he caught you?
Yes, I did that.
It's just our luck
they bring over the one thing on earth
you're not willing to throw down your gullet.
This is all your fault.
You can stop whispering.
All the windows are closed.
OK. This is all your fault, OK?
You had to invite 'em over here
to prove how sophisticated we are
with our jazz playing and our scotch drinking.
I just wanted to show them that we are a happy, loving couple.
Well, you should have known we couldn't handle that!
Oy, what these people must think
when they look at us.
Oh, my God.
Do you see what's happened here?
We're the new neighborhood freaks.
No, we're not.
Yes, we are.
When the Sackskys moved,
they left a freak void and we filled it.
What about little-eyed Goldberg?
It's big-eyed Goldberg and so what?
His features are a little off.
That's exotic.
I'd kill for a big eye right now.
We're the freaks, Doug, not the Goldberg boy.
We're the freaks!
Oh, spank me hard!
You gotta let it go. It's over.
I want to, but I can't.
Yes, you can.
This isn't the Carrie I know.
The Carrie I know doesn't care what other people think.
She gets up every morning,
she gets dressed, she walks out the front door,
and she gives the world the finger.
I miss that Carrie.
You're right. You are so right.
I mean, who the hell do they think they are?
"We're Mike and Debi. We're tall and we drink scotch."
There you go!
I mean, we don't need them. We got each other.
You and me, babe.
You know what? I hate their guts.
Welcome back.
Car?
You home?
Car?
You didn't have to buy us new scotch, Carrie.
Really, take it back.
No, I want you to have it.
I mean, I don't know what Doug was thinking.
I mean, he's not a bad guy, but he lies.
Actually, that's what we fight about most of the time:
His lying.
I hear you!
What the hell are you doing?
Just relax, OK?
Oh, now I'm supposed to relax?
What happened about last night, huh?
Whatever happened to not carin' what these people think?
Look, Doug, I'm sorry. I was wrong, OK?
I mean, they're sitting over there with their Harvard degrees
and their fancy babies and all I've got that I'm proud of is us
and... and I wanted them to know it.
Us?
I heard you in there.
You totally sold me out!
Oh, my God. What are you doing?
Honey, we gotta kiss or they're gonna think something is wrong. Come on.
Something is wrong!
Stop it!
Look, whether you like it or not, we are who we are.
OK, I drive a truck, we hate scotch,
we fight like cats and dogs. Deal with it.
I don't want to deal with it.
You don't want to deal with it? Oh, OK.
You know what? You're right.
I don't hate scotch.
I love it. Oh, that's right.
I love... mmm.
Stop. They're gonna think you're crazy! Stop it!
Oh, what am I, embarrassing you, huh?
How about this for crazy, huh?
Want some?
You want some?
Excuse me. Carrie Heffernan?
Uh, yes?
What's going on?
Your father's been jumping turnstiles
the last couple of days.
Don't say anything, darling.
They got nothin' on me.
You know why he jumped the turnstile?
The whole damn family's crazy.
Sir, have you been drinking?
I haven't been drinkin'.
Sir, you have an open bottle of scotch
and you reek of alcohol.
And that's all her fault!
Don't you yell at her, you shirtless bastard.
Shut up! You shut up!
Make me, Grandpa!
All right, let's dance!
You have a place you can stay tonight, ma'am?
The neighbors, maybe?
No.
You turned me in.
You're a bigger man than I thought.
Just did what I had to do.
I respect that.
I'll take one token, please.
You got it.
And, uh...
this is for you.
In your face!