I'm a drop-off dad.
It's a time to really connect
with Jack and Diane.
And I'm in good company.
Jay-Z is a drop-off dad,
John Legend is a drop-off dad,
Terry Crews is a drop-off dad.
But he probably works out first.
And I whipped her right in,
and all of the spots in the parking lot
said "compact"!
- Wait, again? - Yes!
So, the city didn't listen to your e-mails?
Right?
Well, I mean, this car's not gonna fit in there.
- What did you do? - I do what I always do.
- Mm. - I took two spots.
N-Now, the key is to make it look like
you weren't trying to take two spots.
- Mm-hmm. - You know, like there was
a car that messed up before you got there.
Uh, you know what I'm talking about, right, Diane?
- Mm-hmm. - See?
Diane gets it.
Well, I mean, you know, ain't nobody compact
going to Del Taco at 10:00 a.m.
Is that a shot?
Huh?
Get out of my car, Jack.
- Wait, what? - Get out of my car, Jack!
Go to class!
Hey, can you believe this sucka, Diane?
Eh...
Diane.
Are you listening to me?
What was that?
How long have you been wearing headphones?
I don't know.
When did you start driving us to school?
Hey...
Okay, well, you know what?
We'll talk about this later, baby girl.
I love...
...you.
Damn.
This drop-off dad just got dropped.
I got a horn, too!
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06x07 - Daughters For Dummies
Uh, what's wrong, Dre?
Did you find out that your sneakers
are made by small children? Is that it?
God, it's so unfair.
They can make your high-tops,
but they can't clean the barnacles off my yacht.
No.
It's Diane.
I believe it's pronounced "demon," Dre.
I...
I just found out she wears noise-canceling headphones
on our drive to school.
That's not so bad.
I'm the noise she's trying to cancel.
Ohhh.
And I don't know what's going on.
Our morning drives is our time to bond.
I mean, we would roll down the windows
and take turns doing Mariah Carey vocal runs.
I don't understand it.
The older she gets, the harder it is for us to connect.
I, too, am more afraid of Diane growing older.
It's the older demons that you have to watch out for.
They... They tend to act the fool.
Dre, it's okay.
It's totally normal for teenagers
to not want to talk to their parents.
And for parents to not want to talk to their kids
and send you away to boarding school.
And boarding camp.
Boarding Christmas.
I never thought I'd say this to a Caucasian,
but, man, I feel bad for you.
The guys made me realize that I had to do something quick,
or Diane would be sending me to boarding Christmas.
To my son, David,
following my footsteps into the family business.
- Oh, to David! - Yes.
Oh, my gosh.
UCLA Medical School?
Unbelievable. How proud are you right now?
- The proudest. - Ohh.
What about you, Bow? What's Junior up to?
Junior is...
Um, he's killing it.
- Yeah? - Yeah, he took a job in tech.
- Wow. - Mm-hmm.
You know that, um... the app ChoreBoar?
- Of course. - Oh, my God.
I mean, I don't want to toot his horn,
but he's, like... pshew... fast track.
Making that Silicon Valley money.
Nice.
I mean, he's like a regular...
black Bill Gates.
- That is huge. - It's so big.
Delivery for Dr. Feinberg?
Oh, hey, Mom!
Hey.
Oh, boy.
Bow, when you said he worked at ChoreBoar,
you made it sound like he was the CEO.
Mom, what did you tell him?
- I was telling him... - Yeah, hold on.
- I got to finish this delivery. - Okay.
Thanks.
Tch, tch, tch.
You've been ChoreBoar'd.
Are you ashamed of me?
Oh, of course not.
I-I thought you were gonna be supportive.
I'm sorry, Junior.
But in my defense, I didn't expect you to be here.
Well, I guess maybe I should just...
stop taking deliveries to the hospital,
- because my job embarrasses you so much. - Okay.
- You feel flustered. - Even though the gastric bypass patients
are my best customers.
Junior, come on. It was a white lie.
It's like...
- Mom, I'm working to support myself... - Mm-hmm.
- ...like you wanted me to. - Yep.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
got to go hang a TV at a retirement home.
That's my kid.
Ha!
Piece of my celebration cake?
Choke on it, Feinberg.
So, I went home to fix my relationship with Diane,
one baked good at a time.
Hey, Diane!
For no reason, I bought you a cranberry scone.
Mm, not really a dinner-scone person.
Oh, I got to take this.
Hey, whoa!
Was that scone still good?
Not good enough to save
- my relationship with my daughter. - Uh-huh.
I don't know how I'm gonna bridge this gap.
All right, you don't understand what will happen
if Diane doesn't have a strong relationship with her father.
Girls with daddy issues...
they make terrible choices in life.
Bow, they...
They date horrible guys.
They end up being strippers!
Uh...
Diane is not gonna become a stripper.
Strippers can wear glasses, too, Bow.
I've seen it.
- Okay. - I've seen it!
I've known a lot of girls with daddy issues, all right?
A lot. All right?
There was, uh, Watana, Ruthie,
Demi, Dawn, LaShawn...
There was her sister...
- I can't even remember her name. - What?
I don't know who those poor ladies are,
but you are blowing this out of proportion.
I don't even know how to hold a conversation with Diane anymore.
It's like I'm a stagehand trying to talk to Rihanna.
You can't take it personally.
Right now, there are two Dianes.
Sometimes, she's my best friend, and other times,
I do not want to walk down the stairs in front of her.
But I want the best friend Diane right now.
Well, you can't just get it, Dre.
She's a 13-year-old girl.
She shows up when she shows up.
And what you need to know
is that you are not in control.
You just got to... wait for the right wave.
Well, when is that right wave, Bow?
Huh?
Don't do anything, Dre.
Don't force it.
I can do that.
- Be patient. - Okay.
- Okay, totally, totally. - What?
- Totally. - Dr... Dre?
Dre!
I know.
You can talk in the morning.
We're bonding.
Bow could wait for waves if she wanted,
but I'm a man of action.
Call me Daddy Du-rag, because I'm making waves.
What if I told you there was a film
where a man was screaming for no reason
and carrying a baseball bat in school?
That movie is "Lean on Me."
It stars a young old Morgan Freeman
who uses a megaphone as a weapon.
Oh, you're gonna love it.
All right, buckle up,
because this is his first day at a new school,
and he's gonna come across some kids
who need somebody to lean on.
Why didn't you tell me this was a period film?
Because it's not.
It was made in 1989 about 1989,
so it was new when it came out.
- So was the Bible. - Hey...
Do you see the way
that Joe Clark is breaking the rules
because he believes in those kids?
I've never seen anything like it.
You know you can't actually chain kids inside a school,
because then it's a jail, right?
No, he...
he's protecting the kids from the outside world.
Can't you see that?
Without their parents' consent?
I'm just saying,
if Ms. Biggs tried to chain me inside a school,
she'd need a bigger chain.
And I thought Coolio was in this movie.
I...
Ohh...
That Morgan Freeman knows
how to whip youths into shape.
And did you see how they took the school's song
and brought it up to date?
It's like I'm sharing a piece of my childhood with you.
How many times have you watched this?
Like 20.
And I know I talked a lot during it,
so, you know, we can watch it again if you want.
No, I'm good.
But... Okay, you want to...
want to do something else?
Let me miss you, Dad.
My attempt to connect with my child was a failure.
I had let myself and Principal Joe Clark down.
Hey, honey.
Hey.
I made you some ChoreBoar snacks.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Sorry I'm not taking these to my job at Google, Mother.
Okay. Okay. Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Give me a break.
I'm sorry.
But... Just, doctors are really competitive.
And what was I supposed to do? Brag about Zoey's Instagram?
I mean...
I needed a win.
- Yeah, I get it. - Thank you.
And you know, I'm sorry I ripped your head off right now.
- Don't worry about it. - I've just been a little stressed.
I'm sorry.
I got a call about coming in for a job interview
- for a full-time position, but... - Oh!
...I already committed to a bunch of ChoreBoar tasks today.
- Oh. - So...
Oh, oh, oh! Wait a minute.
I could do your ChoreBoar tasks for you today.
Are you serious?
Junior, I believe in you,
and I want you to know that I have your back.
Okay, great.
Well, you are going to be taking a dog for a walk...
- Okay. - ...giving a ride to the airport,
and doing an IKEA assembly.
- For the dog walk... - Mm-hmm.
...you are gonna want to keep an eye on Mr. Biggums.
- He is a lot smarter than he looks. - Got it.
And for the IKEA assembly...
Is it all on the phone?
I'm a doctor, Junior. I got this.
I can use a phone.
Yeah, my bad. Uh, here you go.
- Oh, my God. Okay. - Thank you.
- So, good luck. - Thank you.
Go get 'em!
That's my boy.
All right.
ChoreBoar. Chore... Okay.
Nope, that's... Okay, that's the flashlight.
Jack!
Come and help your mom!
The movie thing was a bust,
but I wasn't gonna give up trying to bond with Diane.
Hey.
You want to go to the trampoline park
and watch people get hurt?
No.
I want to go to the mall to return a shirt,
but there's a 30-day return policy,
and today's day 31.
So, I'm just gonna take a nap.
If I couldn't do something with her,
maybe I could do something for her.
Hey, I have 40 years' experience
of watching my mother yell at customer service reps
at JCPenney's.
Grab your shirt. Get in the car.
We're going to the mall.
While I was trying to solve Diane's problem,
Bow was doing the same for Junior.
So, Junior,
you always bring your son with you
when you're driving people around?
- Ah, yes, actually, I do. - Mm-hmm.
We're really close.
I'm her little man.
Oh, can we offer you a loose mint or some tiny water?
Uh, shouldn't you have turned left back there?
Oh, goodness. Oh, yeah.
You know what? I'm so sorry.
Sorry, I'm new to this whole ChoreBoar thing.
Uh... I-I'm actually a doctor.
Yeah, right.
No.
I know, it's crazy, right?
But, um, yeah, I'm an anesthesiologist.
- Mm. - Sure.
Maybe in your country.
- My count... - Hello?
I'm in the car.
No, it's a chick.
I don't know... seven?
A seven?
Are you kidding me?
Spit in his water.
Do it.
This is nice, huh?
It actually is.
Being out of the car,
getting a little exercise,
some fresh air.
Well, you didn't have to carry
a baggy for two blocks.
Ooh. Looks like somebody's thirsty.
Yeah, I could use a good bottle of water right...
No, the dog, Jack.
Here, hold this. Let me give him some water.
- Oh! No! - Oh, God. Wait, wait, no!
- Uh... - No, no, no, no! No, no, no!
- Go get him! Oh, God! - Oh, oh, oh. Uh...
Oh, Mr. Biggums!
Mr. Biggums!
Mm.
All right. Let's just do this.
Yeah, but, Mama,
I-I think this is supposed to be a bookcase.
We have put together your bookshelf.
Mm. We did that.
- Oh, yeah. - Yep.
Oh!
Tch, tch, tch.
You've been ChoreBoar'd.
Good God, that day was long.
Oh, the longest.
I need a soak.
- Being a ChoreBoar is hard. - Mm.
Those people are rude,
and the tasks aren't as easy as they seem.
- Mm-hmm. - And I think I hate dogs now.
I don't know how Junior does it.
- Yeah. His life is hard. - Mm.
But not as hard as Mr. Biggums' life
is going to be on the streets.
Oh, God.
I walked into that mall
like a soldier walking into battle.
Operation "Return Your Daughter's Shirt So She Lets You Into Her Life"
was a go.
Okay, hold on.
Wait right here.
I got this.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes, I'd, uh...
like to return this shirt for my daughter!
Oh.
- It's outside the 30-day window. - Mm-hmm.
I knew you'd say something like that.
Please.
Please, you got to take this back, man.
I-I don't know what I'd do.
My daughter's 13. Right?
She used to look at me like a god.
I feel like I'm losing her,
and now I'm just some dude that can't get anything right.
I'm begging you.
If I don't get this money back,
I don't know.
- I get it. - Oh.
I have a teenage daughter, too, man.
She's got me in her phone as "Captain Dumbass."
Thank you.
I owe you big time.
Now be quick about it, man!
We ain't got all day!
Heh. Captain Dumbass.
Again, you are saving my life.
- God bless you. - Mm-hmm.
Thank you! For nothing.
Wow.
That guy's probably gonna cry himself to sleep tonight.
Thanks, Dad.
Yeah, he's lucky I'm having a good day
- or else I would've went in. - Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Let's commemorate this victory
with a father-daughter photo shoot.
Come on. Come on.
Anybody in there?
Let's go, baby girl!
All right.
These pictures are gonna be great.
Mm-hmm.
I can feel it.
Hey, what's going on?
Sorry, I just got a text.
Come on, you've been giving me nothing lately,
and I've been trying really hard.
You know, I just want to connect with you,
but you just keep pushing me away.
You know what?
Why don't you tell me one thing you wish I knew about you?
Or one thing you wish I would stop doing
that drives you crazy?
Can I just... text you the answer later?
Like, not in public with people watching
in the cool mall?
Well, it was official.
I was out.
Now I was just some chump in the cool mall
getting dumped by a 13-year-old.
I know how it feels, brother.
Bring it in.
- Thank you, brother. - Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
I waited for Diane's text for hours.
I was attached to my phone like a teenager on Instagram,
but the only "like" I needed was Diane's.
Oof. I know that look.
Postmates is late?
Don't go too hard on the driver.
The gig economy is tough.
No, Diane was supposed to send me a text,
- and it hasn't come through. - Mm.
You know, maybe one of the satellites are down.
- Uh, send me a test text. - Oh, sure.
Um...
Done.
Eh...
"Thirsty much?"
Nice, Jack.
All right, my relationship with Diane is on the line
and you got jokes?
Yeah, well, maybe her phone's broken.
She's probably just busy.
Oh, that's her.
She's bored, and she wants to hang out.
Ouch.
- So, she texts you and not me. - Mm.
Can't she see the effort that I'm putting in?
You know what? I'm done with this.
I'm tired of my heart being stomped on.
Your call, chief.
All right, you just make sure
you let me know when she gets married, I guess.
And ask her if she wants me to walk her down the aisle.
Oh, well, I mean, I'm...
Obviously, I'll be walking her down the aisle.
What?
I'm sorry, is this all new information to you?
- Yes. - Oh, I'll just let you sit with it.
Because it is happening.
Hey, sweetie.
I finished your ChoreBoaring.
- Oh. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - And it wasn't easy.
- Oh. - And it wasn't fun.
It was hard.
- And it was terrible. - Mm-hmm.
And I've discovered that the only thing I'm good at
- is putting people to sleep. - Aw.
- Hey, you also wake them up. - Eh.
It's the most important part, right?
Yeah.
By the way, I was wrong to be embarrassed.
After doing your job for an entire day,
I know that you work 10 times harder
than any of those doctors' children.
Really?
Yeah. And hey...
Can I tell you a secret?
- Getting into med school isn't that hard. - What?
There are a ton of doctors
who are dumb.
H-How many is a ton?
That's not the point, sweetheart.
I am proud of you,
and it doesn't matter what you do for a living.
Thanks, Mom.
But, like... like, surgeons?
Are... Are there dumb surgeons?
I decided to write my daughter off.
It felt harsh, but I had to remember it was her fault.
I wasn't gonna beat myself up.
Four out of five kids ain't bad.
- Mm. Morning, babe. - Oh, hi. Morning.
Diane.
Good morning, Dad.
Is it?
- Dad's being weird. - Yeah.
I'm gonna go upstairs.
All right. Bye, sweetheart.
Bye.
Mm-hmm.
I just had the most amazing conversation with Diane.
Don't care. She's dead to me.
Come on, Dre.
Guess what she told me?
That she wanted to be raised in a single-parent household?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
And then he chained the kids inside the school,
which I thought was crazy,
but Dad explained he was trying to protect them
from the outside world.
- Joe Clark was tough, but fair. - Oh, yeah.
That's the kind of principal I want to be
- when I grow up. - Aww.
Except for the fair part.
The movie's a hundred years old,
- but it's still so fresh. - Not a hundred years old...
Do you let people boss you around
when you know you're doing the right thing?
When do you stand up for yourself?
I get why it's Dad's favorite.
You know, I think I'm gonna start carrying a baseball bat
- around school. - What?
I broke through.
- I caught the wave! - Yeah, you did!
Now you got to ride it as long as you can, Dre.
- But you got to do two things. - Hmm?
- Be patient. - Mm-hmm.
And listen to me.
Yeah... that's gonna be impossible.
You do remember the guy you married, right?
I know.
But sometimes I hope.
- But for Diane, I will do anything. - Mm-hmm.
It's nice to know
- that my little girl is listening to me. - Mm-hmm.
Even if she keeps her ear buds in.
Yeah, you keep this up Dre,
and you might be able to walk her down the aisle...
with Jack.
So, maybe our relationship
wasn't going to be easy for a while.
But that's okay.
I had a feeling
we were going to figure it out.
Hey, Dad.
There's nothing I'd change about the way
you embarrass me in public.
I may not always make it easy,
but I'll always be your daughter.
Don't be weird about it.
Okay!
I won't!
- Hey. - Morning, Doctor.
Oh.
Hey.
Hi.
How's your son feeling about school?
How's that going?
It... It was a... There was a little misunderstanding.
Yeah... Yeah, it turns out that he was, uh,
selling meds to med students.
It was at UCLA, though.
What I really wish I had
was someone to pick him up from jail
- and take him to rehab. - Oh! I have someone.
Tch, tch.
Yeah. Tch, tch, tch, tch.
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