(woman screaming on TV)
Ooh.
Scary movie.
I hate scary movies.
Why are we watching this?
We're not watching this, Jess.
We're watching it.
(scary movie music continues)
(groans)
So fun, hanging with the dudes,
eating ice cream, watching scary movies.
(deep voice): We're not scared; we're dudes.
Shh!
(woman screaming on TV)
(whispering): You know what we should watch?
Have you guys ever seen Fame?
It's about a group of dreamers, with talent to spare
taking New York City by storm,
one dance number at a time--
the cafeteria,
the street...
Oh! Ooh!
That's so much blood.
It's spurting!
Mmm, that was good.
That guy's gonna blow himself up.
♪ Wah, wah. ♪.
Why would that guy blow himself up?
(explosion on TV)
Sorry. I saw it in the theater.
You know what else we should watch?
An American Tale.
It's about a little Jewish mouse
with a great big heart and a...
All right.
Wait.
Where are you guys going?
♪ Hey, girl ♪
♪ What you doing? ♪
♪ Hey, girl ♪
♪ Where you going? ♪
♪ Who's that girl? ♪ ♪ Who's that girl? ♪
♪ It's Jess. ♪.
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Do you know where you're taking her?
No.
Do you need a list of my sexiest date spots?
You know, it's been a while for you.
Want me to stretch you out?
It's not a date, Schmidt.
Actually, I don't know what it is.
She's, uh... she's a little hard to read.
Wouldn't it be funny if we, like, went out? Like...
- Do you want to go on a date? - Yeah.
We, like, go for dinner,
and, like, the two of us, like, do stuff.
- Is that a yes? - I know, right?
- Seriously, do you want to get dinner? - Right. No, I know.
Sometimes she's so ironic
that I think she's being serious.
I get it. Led Zeppelin is classic,
but I mean, it's no, like, Steve Miller Band.
Steve Miller Band? "The Joker"?
Oh, yeah. No, I love The Steve Miller Band.
Hey, look. You've been out of the game for a while.
I have three date packages.
They work every time.
Package A: Close-up magic, dinner, drinks.
Package B: Close-up magic, drinks.
Package C:...
Close-up magic.
You have a date? Fun!
I want to talk to you guys about this stuff.
With Amanda.
- Schmidt. - Amanda?
From the bar?
Whoa!
She's a looker.
Hatchie-matchie!
Yeah, I know how hot she is, Jess.
Have you been out with anyone since Caroline?
No.
Whoa! Big-deal alert.
Scary stuff, kids.
Yeesh!
Falling rocks. Bridge out. Duck!
This is why I don't talk to you, Jess.
Nick, you're gonna be fine.
Don't worry about it.
Just, you know, suck in the gut.
What gut?
The little pooch where you keep your extra cookies.
(exhales)
All right.
(stereo clicks on)
(reggae song playing)
♪ Well, you say with this riddim you have a patch? ♪
♪ Yellowman mend it ♪
♪ And if you haffi done mend it, me set it ♪
♪ Zungguzungguguzungguzeng ♪
♪ Zungguzunggugu- zungguzeng ♪
♪ Seh if yuh have a paper, yuh must have a pen ♪
♪ And if yuh have a start, yuh must have a end ♪
♪ Seh five plus five, it equal to ten ♪
♪ And if yuh have goat... ♪
I had a lot of adventures in this room
while you were gone, Winston.
(sighs) How'd the job interview go?
You know, terrible.
Did you see the JWoww retweet
and the Gaga Twitpic?
I know Word, and I can open a document...
...save it, save as,
print,
print preview...
She just wanted to chitchat about stuff
I've never even heard of.
Well, you gotta get up to speed, man.
The chitchat is the interview.
I've spent the last two years of my life in Latvia.
I was playing ball year round.
I didn't read the news.
I have no idea what happened in America.
I've got interviews tomorrow.
Fill me in. What'd I miss?
From... from the past two years?
Give me the highlights. Highlights. Okay.
Uh, country's broke.
Betty White's back.
Oh, cool, cool. What about the rest of the Golden Girls?
All dead, man.
Damn. You know what? Give me your computer.
I gotta get started, man. I'm going in.
♪ Lady Ann a yuh so take fe toy ♪
♪ Playgal all dem call him joy ♪
♪ Yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy ♪
♪ Yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy ♪
♪ Yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy ♪
♪ Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, watch it! ♪.
It is what it is.
♪ Zungguzungguguzungguzeng... ♪.
Hey, Nick, can you turn down that music?
♪ 'Ca Yellowman make yuh feel so fine ♪
♪ Me chat all me lyric, me chat dem in a rhyme ♪
♪ Me nuh eat lime it full of a rhyme... ♪.
Hey, Nick, can you...
What...? What are you...?!
(giggly scream)
Oh, my God!
Look at you. You're like an animal.
What are you watching now?
The King's Speech and Human Centipede.
Next up: Precious and David After Dentist.
I think you're doing a good job.
Okay, you know what, test me.
Pretend this is an interview. Hit me with the chitchat.
Ask me anything.
Chitchat. Let's go.
Forget it, man. Let's go!
Come on, what are you waiting for, man?
You're getting intense right now.
- You're the intense one. - I think you need to bring it down.
(clears throat)
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Something's happened.
It was totally an accident.
Not a big deal. I just want to do
the mature thing and come clean about it.
But, um, I accidentally saw Nick's pee-pee.
- What? - What'd she say?
I accidentally saw Nick's pee-pee
and his bubbles.
But it's not a big deal.
Ain't no thing.
(door opens) Ain't no thaaang.
Oh, Nick, hey.
Hey.
So, that was weird, right?
I'm running out the door, Jess.
I think we should talk about it.
Talk about what?
About me seeing...
your peen.
(with British accent): The peen what I saw.
(with French accent): Bonjour, le peen.
You're blocking the door.
Okay. Cool.
Have fun on your date.
(laughs awkwardly): Tell that guy to behave.
The adventure begins.
Okay. Excuse me, Jess.
(groaning)
- That was so horrible. - What am I gonna do?
He's never gonna speak to me again. I'm so embarrassed.
It's not a big deal. I've seen Nick's stuff, like, a million times.
You have?
I mean... how?
We grew up together.
Locker rooms, swimming pools,
penis fights-- it just happens.
Why haven't I seen it?
Why do you want to see it?
He's my best friend.
Again, why do you want to see it?
What if Nick gets into an accident?
What if he's horribly disfigured,
and I have to identify him,
and all that remains are his private parts?
And I'm standing there and I'm saying,
"Sorry, Officer, I can't help you,
because no, I haven't seen his penis."
And then boom, he's buried in an unmarked grave.
Again, why do you want to see it?
- What did it look like? - What do you mean?
Just say when.
Just sa... serious...
Seriously? Are you se... Are you serious?
Okay, you know what. This is impossible.
I'm starting over.
Schmidt, I need your help.
Okay... all right, Jess, fine.
What happened after you walked in?
I don't know. I kind of laughed.
Jess, you can't laugh at a naked man,
especially Nick.
Nick is delicate...
like a flower.
Like a chubby, damaged flower who hates himself.
Now, listen to me. You're gonna act
like this never happened.
We live together.
We're a family.
Families talk about things.
No. Families ignore things until they go away.
YOUNG SCHMIDT: Hey, Mom, hey, Mom, hey, Mom,
I'm a bunny, Mom. Mom!
Mom, Mom, Mom,
I'm a bunny, Mom. Mom!
No one wants to talk about their feelings, Jess.
Never talk about this again.
Okay. I'll ignore it.
♪ Not gonna talk about... ♪.
Or sing about it.
The bing-bong. I'm done.
This is my... my chambre.
What does that mean?
You're a good kisser.
Can we, can we be serious?
Do you mind just being serious?
I'm gonna get serious-- on your face.
(laughing)
I have no idea what that means. (laughing)
Actually, let's not laugh when you're near my penis.
Take it off.
Here, just take your shirt off.
♪ ♪
Can't...
Here. Do...
Do you want me to go first?
You're offering just to take your...
Oh, my God!
Look at you.
Take off your clothes now.
President Obama.
Yeah, I like him to watch over me.
Do you, like, want to take it slow... or something?
- This is nice. - Yeah.
MAN (on video): It's starting to even look like a triple rainbow.
(door opens)
MAN: Oh, my God, it's full-on!
Hi, Nick.
So I guess your date went well.
Sleepover party.
I have something from school
that, um... made me think of you.
It's a Feeling Stick.
Whoever's holding a Feeling Stick
has permission to say whatever he or she is feeling
without being judged.
I'll go first. Um...
I feel like I want to know what you're feeling.
Believe it or not, that's not the first time
someone's broken my Feeling Stick.
- I have a travel size. - No.
Nick, wait!
Nick, we have to talk about this.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry I saw your doojer and your chickadees.
And I didn't mean to laugh. I just...
Then why did you laugh?
Is there something funny about it?
No.
It's beautiful.
Stately.
A real treat.
Oh, my God.
(whispering): I think it's great you dance naked
to Jamaican music.
That's really cool.
You should explore your sexuality.
(bell dings)
- Nick? - Excuse me.
Come on, Nick. I dance naked all the time.
We have to talk about this.
Ugh! Nick!
(sighs)
(bell dings)
Nick, please talk to me.
Jess, there's nothing to talk about.
You ruined my date.
Every time I tried to take my clothes off, Jess,
I heard your little... (imitates Jess's cackle)
Your little crazy giggle scream.
And all I want to do is have meaningless sex
with a beautiful woman who, yes, talks in mind-bending riddles.
But I can't,
because I can't get your little...
(screaming cackle)
...out of my head!
Well, maybe you don't want to have meaningless sex.
Maybe that's not your style.
I have a bing-bong and chickadees.
It is my style.
Stop following me.
Then stop running away from me.
I just want to have a mature conversation.
How can we have a mature conversation
when you can't even say the word "penis"?
I can say the word "pen..."
- Say it. - I...
"Peernyas."
- What? - "Peernis."
You said "peernis."
- ♪ Penis. ♪ - Not singing.
(deep voice): Penis.
Not like a ghoul.
(chuckling): I... I can say it!
- Pianist. - No, you said "pianist."
- Enispay! - Not pig Latin.
- "Peernis." - Okay, not in Swedish.
- "Pemo." - Not in fake Italian.
(shrieking): Penis!
Shut up!
- Say it with me-- "pe... - Pe...
- ...nis." - ...neers.
Yeah, I'm the one that's immature.
- Hey, man. - Aah!
I'm the only one who hasn't seen it.
- What? - Just the gun.
- No. - Just the roses.
- What? - Just the hub, where it connects.
- Get out. - Fine!
I thought we were best friends.
We are.
Apparently not.
Best friends don't do this, Schmidt.
They do it all the time.
- You laughed? - Yeah, I couldn't help it.
Did you freak out and make that noise that you always make?
What? I don't always make a noise.
(giggles, cackles)
Fine.
I guess I missed the moment
when everybody got cool about sex.
I really messed up.
Ah, guys are simple.
You know what I would do? I would just make it even.
You've seen his; show him yours.
(sighs)
No.
I can't do that.
Hey, Winston.
Oh, no. Oh, man.
The interview? Did you mess up?
No, I didn't mess up.
Killed it. I was amazing.
At one point, I was on the outside...
...of my body watching myself be amazing.
- Well, that's a good thing, right? - The woman asked me...
...why I wanted to sell medical supplies.
I had no answer.
I've done anything but play basketball my entire life.
"Winston Bishop is an American basketball player
"who played professionally in Latvia
and he loves ducks".
Winston, did you write the part about the ducks?
I don't even like ducks that much, man.
Okay, look, man.
You got to get off Wikipedia, alright?
You're going crazy.
I was the guy who was good enough
to play in Latvia.
And then one day, I don't know, man...
I just lost it.
They found another black guy.
Labak melno virietis.
- Means "the better black guy". - A better melno?
- You're-you're the best melno. - I don't know, man.
- I just don't know what comes next. - You know what you do next?
Come on. You're gonna get up. Let's get up. Come on, buddy.
We're gonna get you out of the house.
We're gonna get you moving. It's gonna feel good.
Whoo! This feels good.
Totally. I love it.
You know, I think I was just scared, man.
I've been playing basketball my whole entire life.
What if I was wasting my time?
Maybe I should have been figuring out my life like you.
I don't have anything figured out.
I'm a fully-grown man with roommates.
I have a stupid job. I'm single.
My best friend won't even let me see his penis.
I mean, my whole life is a sham.
Aah!
I actually feel a lot better.
Thanks, Schmidt.
Winston, my legs!
- Schmidt? - My legs are seizing up.
- Schmidt! - I hate my life. I hate my...
...making new discoveries.
I'm a fear-based person, apparently.
Stop it. Go. I need a...
Give me a hug, please. 911.
Ow. Ow.
Hey.
I'm sorry about last night, Amanda.
So you're... you're, like, super into "cuddling".
No, I'm not super into cuddling.
I'm just getting out of a relationship
and I think I got nervous.
I've heard that I'm not great at talking about
what I'm feeling all the time
and so I'm sorry about last night.
Honesty.
I like that.
(sighs)
(Door slamming)
NICK: Really nice. (Amanda chuckling)
AMANDA: Oh, yeah?
NICK: We're doing it.
- Oh, yeah! - You're so hot...
Okay.
(panting): Yeah. Yeah.
- Alrigh, wow. - Yeah.
Oh wow. This is happening.
Take off your pants. Take off your pants!
Okay, okay.
Yeah, take your pants off.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- You want me to take them off? - Yeah.
- Want me to? - Yeah. Take them off.
- Okay. Want me to take these off? - Yeah.
Okay, lights on, pants off. Here we go.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
Oh, I'm totally cool with this.
Yeah. All right.
Okay.
What are you doing?!
What is...?! Who is that?!
(screaming)
What are you doing?!
Hi. I'm Jess.
Welcome to our home.
We live in a world with rules. We knock.
We have doors.
And we knock on those doors.
I'm sorry, Nick.
Just knock!
Nick.
I--
- Put that down. - But we have to talk.
Nothing to talk about.
I feel that Nick is not honoring the Feeling Stick.
I feel me, too.
I feel Schmidt's had
a particularly bad day,
and I feel that if Nick is truly Schmidt's friend,
he would show Schmidt what's in his pants.
I feel supported.
What is going on with you two?
What are you doing?
I feel Nick is yelling.
Stop it!
Yo. I just wanted to thank you
for taking me running.
Made me feel a lot better.
Now, I might not have a job or anything but...
at least I can run a mile.
I mean, watching you try to run, yeah, that was just pathetic.
I needed that.
I suffer from exercise-induced asthma.
Do you suffer from exercise-induced crying?
It's a real thing, man, okay? EIA.
You know what I learned from the Internet?
We got nothing to worry about.
Everybody has their moment.
We might get a cat one day.
That cat might play the keyboard.
A bear might fall on our trampoline.
We don't need to have it figured out right now.
Our moments will come.
Hey, man.
Let's keep bro'ing out.
(knock at door)
Come in.
Jess, you don't have to knock
once you're in the room.
I worked on something for you.
All right.
Penis.
Very good.
Thank you.
Um, so did Amanda call you back?
No, I don't see Amanda calling me back.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe I'm not ready
for meaningless sex with beautiful women.
Well, you know, maybe when you are
you'll be able to show her your other penis.
Your heart penis.
- Get out of my room. - Okay.
Hey, um, (nervous laughter) when I was, um,
leaving in a hurry
um, did you see
everything?
Yup.
Even my...
my gumbo pot?
Ugh. Gumbo pot? Get out.
Get out, Schmidt.
I'm the only one who hasn't seen it.
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