Hey, hon. Good news about tomorrow.
What's tomorrow?
Tomorrow. My seminar.
Ok. Gonna need a little more.
The tri-state attorneys' seminar I'm coordinating?
The thing I've been pretty much working on constantly since Thanksgiving?
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm. I remember Thanksgiving.
Doug, come on.
What, what? What about it? Well...
I like the other chicken you make better.
Huh? I like the other kind.
This has no zip.
Dad, you have an ulcer. You're not allowed zip, ok?
There's Mrs. Dash in the cabinet. Try that.
Thanks for nothin'.
So, what's this good news you speak of?
Ok, the good news is you can come to the seminar.
There's a cocktail hour tomorrow night,
and then a big closing luncheon on Saturday,
and Pruzan said that I can bring you to both.
Shut up! That's good news.
Mrs. Butterworth's?
Dash. Dash.
It's not in here.
There you go.
Oh.
So would you please just come to this thing?
I'm gonna be running around dealing with 200 drunk lawyers.
I could use a hug now and then.
Can't one of them hug you?
Ok, Doug, you know what? You can be a real jerk sometimes.
I am asking you to be there for me because I need the support.
That's what a marriage is, you know.
You sometimes make a sacrifice for your partner
because you love 'em.
Forget it.
Ok, I'm sorry. Ok, I'll be there. I want to be, really.
Thank you.
Onion, black pepper, celery seeds,
cumin, lemon juice powder, oregano.
You know, we can make this stuff ourselves.
Or I could just buy it for $1.
Must be nice being rich.
What's all this?
I just spoke to the guys over at the Brooklyn depot.
They want a mud bowl rematch. It's on, baby!
Mud bowl? Is it raining?
Yeah. It started about a half hour ago.
So unless you're getting bar mitzvahed,
ditch the tie and put your sweats on. Come on.
I can't. I gotta go meet Carrie in the city
at a stupid reception thing for her job.
What? Can't you just blow off the reception?
Nah. No way. Carrie will kill me.
When she does,
let us know what kind of dress you want to be buried in.
All right, man, funny. Let me tell you guys something.
You know what? In a marriage,
you sometimes gotta make sacrifices for your partner
'cause you love them,
and you... and you support them and...
And what am I, Alan alda? Let's play some mudball!
Carrie?
Arthur! Arthur, relax, it's me!
Douglas. I thought you were at that seminar with Carrie.
Something came up.
Listen. I'm gonna jump in the shower.
When Carrie comes in, pretend you never saw me.
And you definitely never saw this.
Yeah, well, what should I say? What should I do?
Nothing. Just stay here and act natural. That's it.
Hi, daddy. I'm just reading
the newspaper, that's all!
Ok. Is, uh, is Doug home?
I have no idea. I heard some noises.
Must have been some animal rummaging for food,
perhaps a heavyset squirrel.
Well, the shower's running. I assume that's him.
Your guess is as good as mine.
Poor baby.
At the last minute, his boss made him work late.
Had to make an emergency run to LA guardia.
Oh, did he, now?
He probably put in a 15-hour day and in this weather.
He's probably exhausted.
I'm sure he is.
Hey, how'd it go?
Pruzan was on my butt the whole day.
I am so stressed.
Really? Sorry I... I couldn't be there.
Well, you had to work late. What can you do?
Nothin'. I'm just sayin'.
I'll tell you, I wish you had been there, sweetie.
I could have really, really used some moral support.
I will be there tomorrow with all the moral support you can handle.
In fact, you'll have extra moral support.
You can save that for next year's seminar.
Ok? Ok.
Oh, bless you. Hey, sit, sit, sit.
I brought home some baby knishes.
Believe me, it was not easy
tearing them away from their mommy.
Very emotional.
Dad, look at this floor.
Did you track in mud again?
I suppose I did.
Honey, come on. It's after 9:00.
We have to be at the banquet room by 10:00.
I'm getting up now.
I laid out all your clothes,
so all you have to do is pour your hot little body into 'em.
My God, you look awful. Are you sick?
No, no, I'm fine.
Doug, you're on fire!
And sweaty.
No, I'm fine.
Oh, honey, come on. Look at you.
You're not going anywhere today.
I'm sorry I got sick, Car.
Hey, it's not your fault.
You probably caught it unloading boxes in the rain last night.
Uh-huh.
Oh, oh, I... I gotta go.
Listen, you just lay there, ok, relax. Watch some T.V.,
and I will call you later and check up on you, ok?
I love you, sweetie.
Carrie asked me to bring this to you.
I believe it's tea, food, and medicine.
Oh. Thanks.
She tells me you're under the weather.
Yeah. If I were you, I wouldn't get too close.
In fact, that's probably a good rule in general.
Right-o.
Oh, and if anyone calls, I'll tell them you're...
"Sick."
I am sick, Arthur.
Of course you are.
Just like you had to "work" last night.
Oh, come on. Don't start with me.
I'm not starting anything.
All I know is your wife needed you last night,
but instead you were out enjoying yourself,
digging up buried footballs with your friends.
We were playing football.
Oh, save your oysters, Eddie.
I already have enough of your stink on me.
Oh, would you come off...
It's called covering your mouth.
Very mature. Oh, come on, Arthur.
Get off your high horse, huh? You're not Mr. perfect either.
Why? Because I eavesdrop on an occasional phone call?
Because I sometimes help myself to the change on your night stand?
Fine, I'm not perfect.
But at least I'm not a liar.
You broke my heart, Douglas.
Yeah, well, you... You broke my heart, too!
Ok? Your little guilt trip's not gonna work!
I do lots of stuff for Carrie, lots of stuff!
Tell that to your conscience!
My conscience is fine, so shutty!
No! You shutty!
You shutty!
I have something to say about that...
♪
Jackie gleason.
The honeymooners.
Hey, Deacon! Come on down, pal!
Hey, Dougie boy.
Well, my friend, I think congratulations are in order.
Why? The bus company starting to pay you by the pound?
Oh, you're funny, pal. You are funny.
I don't know why you're wasting your time down in the sewer,
'cause you should be on stage somewhere,
'cause you are a riot!
So, uh, w-what am I congratulating you for?
For bein' a genius.
I told Carrie we got an emergency meeting
down at the raccoon lodge tonight,
so now I'm free to go bowlin'.
Mmm, I'm good.
Wow.
I gotta hand it to you, Doug.
I could never lie to Kelly.
No, she'd smell it on me a mile away.
That's the difference between you and I, Deac.
Unlike you, I am not a-scared of my wife.
I am the king of my castle. The king!
She is just a mere peasant!
Now, help me think of a way to sneak out my bowlin' shoes after supper.
Hey!
Why don't we use this here and, uh, wrap them up like a gift?
That's using your noodle, pal. Here you go.
There. Put them in there. How's that look?
I don't know. It, uh, kinda needs something.
What do you mean?
Y-y-you got a nice ribbon or something?
Good idea. A ribbon. Here we go. Ok.
There you go, pal. Just wrap it up, and hurry up.
Carrie'll be home any minute.
Right-o.
Will you come on?
There, there you go. It's all done.
Hiya, Doug. Hello, Deac.
Hi, uh, sweetheart.
Whaddya say there, Carrie?
Doug, what time is your lodge meeting tonight?
I told you, 8:00.
Really? Because I just ran into
the high exalted mystic ruler's wife at the beauty parlor,
and she told me he's out of town till Tuesday.
Homina, homina, homina...
Well, of course he is.
Uh, that's why we're meeting to plan his, uh, surprise birthday party.
Oh! Is that what this is for?
Uh, no, no, it's something I got for, uh, Kelly.
Oh, well, that's sweet. What'd you get her?
Bowling shoes.
New bowling shoes. Well, that's swell.
Well, I'm gonna get cleaned up for supper.
All right. All right, sweetheart.
You, uh, you take your time now, ok?
Bowlin' shoes? That's what you come up with? Bowlin' shoes?
I... I got kinda nervous, you know, bein' around a king.
Get out. Get out!
♪
Ok, Arthur, 450.
Ok, uh, I'd like a 4.
We only take letters.
Is there an "h"?
Yeah, "h", "h" was called. In fact, you called it.
Ah!
Sorry, Arthur. Time's up. Carrie, it's your turn.
Big money, big money, big money!
And 600.
Uh, actually, pat, I would like to solve the puzzle.
No!
Pat! He's touching the letters!
He's touching them! Make him stop!
Wait a second. Did he lie to me?
No lie. I never...
♪
You're a liar.
Ouch!
You're a louse.
Oh.
You're a stinker.
But... but... Don't you "but" me.
Oh, boy.
I told you so.
Shutty.
Not goin' so good.
Hey, bro. How you feeling?
Oh, man, like old gum.
Well, I brought your paycheck.
Oh, thanks a lot. All right.
So, uh, Carrie believe your lie about working late?
It wasn't a lie, man. It was an excuse, ok?
Besides, you guys pressured me into it! I had my tie on!
Chill, all right? I'm on your side, player.
Jeez.
Hey, hey, check this out.
Brian's song.
Cool. You want to hang out and watch?
Nah. I'm supposed to be working right now.
Later, guy.
Hey, black magic.
How you doin', Heff?
It's, uh...
It's 4th and 8,
and they won't let me punt.
Go for it, then.
I'm tryin'.
Jesus, God, I'm trying.
I brought your paycheck.
Thanks, magic.
Where do you want me to put it?
Over there by the deposit slips.
I'm sorry. What?
Just put it on the table.
Ok, guy, could you speak up a little?
That's good.
I love Doug Heffernan.
And I'd like all of you to love him, too.
So tonight, when you hit your knees,
please ask Carrie to love him.
What the...
♪
I understand you've done some impressive work for brash and sassy.
Thank you.
But I'm sure you didn't call me here to tell me that.
No. That's correct.
Then what do you want?
I want the formula for the anti-aging cream.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't my old friend Arthur Spooner.
Nikki Newman. We meet again.
So sorry to eavesdrop, but I thought you should know
that brash and sassy doesn't have an anti-ageing cream.
That cream is my baby,
and it's the exclusive property of jabot cosmetics.
It feels so good to hold you.
I miss you, Jack.
I can't believe you have a little person growing inside of you,
a little us.
So what about Doug?
Oh, to hell with Doug.
He doesn't love me like you do.
And he lied to me. He lied to me.
Bastard.
Oh, it's all right. It's all right.
It's you I love, Jack.
And I love you.
No!
Douglas, are you ok?
I heard someone screaming like a bitch.
I got to... I got to talk to Carrie.
I got to tell her I lied. You were right, Arthur.
Of course I was right. Now, go to her, son.
Tell her you're sorry.
Tell her what she means to you. Go.
Go! Can I put my pants on?
Uh, excuse me, folks,
if I can get you all to skooch on into the ballroom.
Uh, people, key note address about to begin.
Legal ethics in the new century.
That shouldn't take too long, huh?
Ok, come on, guys.
Doug.
What are you doing here?
I had to talk to you. It's important.
Is everything ok? Yeah, yeah.
It's just that I gotta... Honey, you are still boiling.
Go home. We can talk tonight.
No, I have to talk to you now.
Ok. All right.
Let me, let me just go herd them into their pen
and I'll be right back. Just wait at the bar. Go ahead.
And now we continue
with our weekend-long honeymooners marathon
♪
Jackie gleason.
The honeymooners.
So I lied to you, Carrie.
The whole thing was one big stinking whopper.
Well, ain't you going to say nothing?
Well, Doug, it's great that you finally confessed.
Just great. That explains where you were last night,
out having a ball with your chums,
but it doesn't explain something much more important.
Why you didn't even think enough of me to tell me the truth.
I wish you had an explanation for that.
Oh, how I wish you had an explanation for that.
I have got an explanation for it.
I'm a mope.
But I love you, sweetheart. Honest, I do.
Oh, Doug.
Baby, you're the greatest.
Huh? What... Oh, I must've... I must've fell asleep.
So what's so important? Why'd you come all the way down here?
Well, because I need to tell you something.
I...
I didn't have to work late last night.
I... I lied and I told you I did
just so I could play mud football.
I know you needed me here, and I... I really let you down.
I'm a mope.
But I love you, sweetheart. Honest, I do.
You lied to me? You make me sick.
You're the greatest.
Doug Heffernan lied at the age of 35.
He betrayed not only his father-in-law,
but more importantly, the woman he loves.
But when they think of him,
it's not how he played mud football that they remember,
but rather, how he lied, how he did lie.