♪ ♪
This will match my beige couch perfectly.
Oh yeah, that's cute.
But, what if you don't go so matchy-matchy?
You could keep one foot in tradition with this one,
and then throw in a little mid-century farmhouse fun
to spice things up?
I like that.
-I'll take both. -Cute, right?
-Customer: Yeah. -I'll get this for you.
-Customer: Thank you! -You just relax.
We also have these great soaps.
Not to brag, but I made 'em myself.
You're all set. Enjoy!
Customer: Thanks. Thank you so much!
Thanks for stopping in and, uh...
we hope all your moments are tender.
Thank you.
Let me know how those soaps work out!
-Customer: I will. -(laughs) Okay.
-Mid-century farmhouse fun? -Sam: Yeah, you know,
I just tossed around a couple of words I heard
on "Love It or List It" last night, and it worked.
It sure did. It was a great sale.
-Kind of fun. -Tricia: (laughs) Uh,
I gotta go pick up Shannon. Are you okay to hold down the fort?
-Oh, I'm great. -Wow. Thank you.
-Hey, Trish? -Hm?
Are you okay? I mean...
Do you wanna talk at all or anything?
-I'm fine. -Sam: Okay.
(door bell jingles)
(light theme playing)
(wings flapping)
(birds chirping)
-(knocking) -Fred: Hello? Hello?
-Oh, hey, Fred! -Fred: Oh, Sammy!
-How are you? -Good. I was just hanging out with the bats.
-What's going on? -I'm actually looking for your pops.
-Is he around? -Yeah, he's not here.
He's, um, he's visiting my mom.
Oh, he filled me in.
-I'm sorry. -Oh, he did?
-Yeah. -Really? Wow.
Well, you know, I'm in the club, too.
-Oh. -I got these soil reports for him.
-Can you pass them along? -Yeah.
-Yes, sure. -Great.
Hey, um...
It's kind of wild, but, um...
I'm just sort of looking around here-- You know, my sis--
My sisters and I used to fuckin' sing in here and shit and...
-Why are you all bashful? What are you trying to say? -I-I-I was just thinking, like,
we could maybe try like a choir practice here sometime or somethin'.
-In here? -You know, the acoustics
are pretty fucking good, so, I don't know, why not?
-(laughs) -Acoustics? Well, let me, let me hear it then.
(laughs)
♪ Fred Rococo is here, hallelujah ♪
-(laughing) - ♪ Fred Rococo is here... ♪
Actually, I'm laughing, but the acoustics are good.
(laughing) Yeah! Well...
I don't know. I just...
I don't really know how to bring it up with Joel
'cause he's going through so much and...
He really is sensitive. He called me, like,
every 10 minutes last Sunday. I'm just like,
get off the goddamn phone and go back to church already,
-right? -Right.
-You know what we should do? -What?
Let's have a poker party.
We invite everybody over, we butter him up,
and then we pitch the whole barn idea to him.
I mean, fuck yeah. That sounds like a great idea.
-Yeah? Alright. -Yeah.
(birds chirping)
Hm...
(inhales)
-They give you a good lunch? -MJ: Yeah.
-Yeah, oh yeah, very healthy. -(knocking on door)
-Oh, am I supposed to be somewhere? -No, you're good.
Mr. Miller, can I speak to you for a minute?
Sure thing.
(grunt, nervous laugh)
-(pouring coffee) -(inaudible)
(coffee stops)
(inaudible)
♪ ♪
(truck rumbling)
(brakes creak)
-(honks car horn) -Joel: Wow.
-You're up early for you. -Good morning! We have shit to do!
-What? -Well, you get two choices.
We can either Zumba together, or we could go to church!
-Zumba. -Fuck. I didn't think you'd say that.
No, Joel. Here's what we're gonna do.
We are gonna find you a church.
We're gonna get you back in the House of the Lord.
We're gonna get you all Jesus'd up,
huh? How's that sound?
-I'm good. -Sam: Joel!
How long have we known each other, huh?
-What, two months? -Twenty-nine years.
And I know you, and I know
that if there was something very important to me
that I was pretending not to miss, WWJD. Huh?
-What would Joel do? -Oh.
He'd come over to my house, he'd put me in a bra,
he'd walk me out the door,
get me back into life, wouldn't ya?
Okay, fine! Can I go change?
-Can I put on my own bra? -We got five minutes! We're on a tight schedule!
Today is Jesus' day! Let's go!
Jesus' day is Christmas.
Just change your clothes, Joel!
(engine cranking)
-This isn't good. -(engine stops)
Sam, we're supposed to be doing Zumba.
This is a sign from God.
Yeah, that, or it could be a sign
that I ignored my check engine light for the last three months.
-Why would you do that? -I'm a bad, bad girl.
-(laughs) -You're driving.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
-Tricia: Asshole. -(tires screech)
You fucker!
Okay, I got my little notebook.
I'll write down all the pros and cons.
We can just pop in, and if you're not feeling it,
we'll just check out the next one.
You wanna start over here?
-Or that one right there? -(quiet chatter)
Oh, one right here.
Joel: Mm-hmm.
Oh shit! And there's another one over there!
Yeah. Let's do...
-Lutheran, Presbyterian, catch Methodist... -I--
-swing around to Baptist, then we can go to the next block. -Okay, let's--
-Let's start and build one at a time. -Okay.
(handbell music)
-(quietly): I bet they do the Bible really good in here. -(chuckles)
-Why do you think that? -I don't know. It's just, like, a vibe.
Like the bells and, like...
those ferns.
-I think those are palms. -Oh.
And that guy holding a tiny poodle.
Oh my god, you've never been to a church, have you?
Don't worry about it.
(bells end)
Lector: Today's reading is from Psalm 139,
-verses 1 through 24. -(texting)
(grunting)
I'm sorry, Tricia wants to know what I'm doing.
(mumbled): No, no, no. Look, look, look.
...from afar, you search out my path
and my lying down and are acquainted with my ways.
-Oh... my god. -Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
-He's so... he's so hot. -(sermon continues)
Pro. That's a pro.
That's definitely a pro.
Joel: Put him hard in the pro column.
Oh, I'm putting him hard in there.
Lector: If I ascend to Heaven, you are there.
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
-Joel? -If I take the wings of the morning and dwell
in the uttermost parts of the sea...
-What are we looking at? -...and your right hand shall hold me.
I don't know. Just trying to get a feel.
-Sam: Yeah. -Lector: The darkness shall cover me
and the light about me be night.
-Me, too. -Lector: Even the darkness is not dark to you.
T-Tricia, just...
just calm down and tell me what you wanna do.
Okay, I... I don't really think the smoker is the issue here.
(laughs) I-I'll take care of it!
Oh my god. Tricia's losing her fucking mind.
-I mean, I can't blame her. -Yeah.
-Hey, Sam! -Sam: Oh shit. Don't go.
-Joel: I'm gonna get the car. -Don't go, don't go.
-Hey, Coop. -Hey.
How you doing? Didn't see you in there.
Yeah, uh, I go to that church. Just... getting my steps in.
Yeah.
Fuck, man, how you doing?
(sighs) Hanging in there.
Yeah.
So crazy. I...
Still can't believe that about Rick and Charity, right?
-(car honking) -Oh shit.
I gotta go. Um, I'll see you... soon.
Hey, heart-breaker of a loss, coach.
We'll get 'em next week.
(indistinct chatter)
Okay, so I'm sensing that wasn't a love connection,
but that's okay. There's another church back there
-that has an 11:00 service. We can try that out. -No. No.
Actually, it was a great church.
You know, but I was sitting there,
and I wasn't really... feeling it.
I don't think the problem was the church.
I think the problem was me.
I really appreciate what you've been doing, but...
I don't know. I think maybe I'm not a church person anymore.
Well, that's okay. I'm not either.
(laughs) Not anymore.
Sam: (laughs) Yeah.
-But are you okay? -Yeah.
-You sure? -(fake sob) Yes. I'm okay.
-(Sam laughs) -I-I am.
Can you drive me to this fuckin' motel?
I gotta commit grand larceny for my sister.
Okay.
Hey. I'm here to take your stupid fuckin' smoker.
-You need to take the smoker? -Yep. Tricia wants it.
Are all the parts there?
She gave that to me for my birthday.
Well, not my problem, Rick.
-(clang) -Look...
-I know I fucked up. -Oh yeah, you fucked up alright.
-She won't take my calls. -Sam: Again,
not my problem, Rick.
Yeah, all the pieces are there. It's just the top and a bottom.
Alright, well...
-(rattling) -I'm taking it.
You know, I've been wanting to ask you something.
What were you doing at choir practice?
I didn't think you saw me.
Oh, I saw you. What the fuck were you doing there?
I was at the mall on a job one night,
and, uh, I-I just stumbled on it.
I watched a little from the door.
And-and I don't know.
I just-- I liked it.
And...
so, yeah, then I came back,
and I thought, okay, alright, this time,
I'm going all the way in,
and that's w-when I saw you,
and that was weird.
So, I left.
Okay.
Well, thanks for telling me.
You know, you say something sweet like that,
and then I remember that you stuck your dick in Charity,
and I'm fuckin' mad again. Idiot.
(smoker clanks)
(birds chirping)
(undoes seatbelt)
(reflective music playing)
(quiet laugh)
(laughs)
(birds chirping)
Holy smokes!
How did you get here?
I called Shannon and her and her little boyfriend picked me up.
-They kick you out? What did you do? -Ed...
If we had all the money in the world, I'd have stayed there,
but we don't. So...
I asked the doc, he gave me a list of meetings.
I can do it...
if you can help me.
-Give me the orders, chief. -(laughs)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(rummaging)
-(door bell ringing) -(puts down plate)
Hey, Sam. Is it raining out?
Um, no, and what the fuck are you doing here?
Oh, well, Coop found out about the situation,
and now, Tricia has nothing
to probably illegally threaten me with.
Well, how did he, uh, how'd he find out?
I guess people were talking at church.
That's weird. People don't talk at church.
(door bell rings)
Hey, Tricia.
-Hey, girl. -Sam: Um,
she's not your girl. She's my sister.
And we would like you to leave.
-Right, Tricia? Yeah. -Tricia: Yeah.
Only a hooker like you would put lavender soaps
by linen room sprays! What's wrong with you?
-I moved it here. Stop it! -No.
I moved it here, so that people could gather.
Charity: Just because you moved it here,
-doesn't mean it's in the right place. -Hey.
Hi. Hey, Charity, what are you doing here?
Hey, Joel. Listen to me.
-We never sold any... -Um,
-you left this in my car. -Y-you didn't read it, did you?
-No. -Okay, good, because it's my poop journal.
You think you're Pinterest but you're really Hobby Lobby.
-Give me the fucking table... -Okay.
I think they're gonna kill each other,
and I think it's my fault because...
(mouthing): Coop didn't know.
-Tricia: It looks like a resale shop... -Joel: Oh no...
-What do we do? -I don't know what to do.
You're the people-person, why don't you just hop in there
-and do something? Fix it. -(indistinct arguing)
Okay! Ladies, this is a place of business.
So, let's calm down and go to separate corners, huh?
Why don't-- Charity, you go to the day bed,
Tricia, you can go to the baby foxes, okay?
-(quietly): Good. -(quietly): I don't know what I'm doing.
Sam: You're doing great.
Okay...
I'm going to do something weird right now
and quote the Bible.
Uh, in Colossians, it says,
"Bear with one another and forgive each other
"if you have a grievance against someone.
Forgive the way the Lord has forgiven you."
It's such a beautiful verse.
But, like...
da-fuh? (laughs) Right?
I mean, some things can't be fixed.
Sorry, can I pay for this or...
-Uh, yeah, in one second. -Sorry.
But if this is still your dream,
if you feel in your soul
that this is your calling...
then work it the fuck out. M'kay?
-(laughs) -Now, somebody ring up this nice person.
-Sam: I'll take care of it. -Thank you so much.
-Sam: Uh, cash or charge? -Customer: Um, charge, please.
(door bell ringing)
Okay, that was awesome.
I thought you were done with church?
I don't know. You find God where you find God.
In this instance, it was right next to
those really cute sleep masks.
-Oh yeah, we just got those in. -Hm, they're fun.
White wine, red wine!
-You know it. Oh, those are so pretty. -(laughs)
-They won. -(gasps)
Whoa...
Okay.
-(door bell rings) -Downtown business of the year!
-(Charity gasps) -(laughs)
-Congratulations! -Charity: Oh my god!
♪ ♪
(muffled chatter)
-Wow, you're all dolled up. -Yeah, well,
-it's a party, right? -Yes, it is.
Um... Where is the party?
Down the hatch. Come on!
-Are-are you fucking with me? -No, I'm not.
♪ ♪
(laughter)
-Hey. -(mouth full): Oh hey, Sam!
-Tiffani: Welcome to the lair! -Wow!
Crops Team National Champs.
-Okay. -Fred: Alright,
I don't know who indulges,
but I got Fredibles!
-Oh shit, we're getting high! -Fred: Yes!
Now, this is batch 3.0. I'm sober,
so I need a little help dialing in the dosage, okay, kids?
2.0 really spiraled me out.
-Fred: I dialed it back, you lightweight! -It was rough.
Sam: Well, you are a man of science.
-What's the worst that could happen, right? Fuck yeah! -(overlapping chatter)
(laughter)
Alright, what do you got? Come on.
Pocket jacks, baby.
(all groan)
Sam: Fuck.
Ruthless!
Joel?
Joel.
Fold. (laughs)
Uh, anybody else feeling it yet?
Sam/Tiffani: No.
(laughing)
Oh no, we're losin' him!
-(laughing) -Fred: Mr. Chuckles.
-We're losin' him. -(laughter)
(loud laugh)
Put your dick away!
I already did. It's under the sink.
(laughter)
Joel, you motherfucker! You told me you didn't read that!
-I did! I did read it! -Oh fuck!
Sam wrote these songs, and they're very funny songs!
-(laughs) Let's hear it! -Oh no! They're seriously so fucking dumb.
They're from a million years ago.
Alright, well, we'll be the judge of that. Come on.
Guys, there's absolutely
no fucking way (laughs)...
♪ When I come home at the end of the day ♪
♪ My fingers are down to the bone ♪
♪ My back is aching, don't there be no mistaking ♪
♪ I'm gonna call my girl on the phone ♪
♪ Then I'll pour a glass of wine ♪
♪ I'm going to take my time, I'll go get my shit relaxed ♪
♪ And when I say it's fucking time ♪
♪ You gonna lick my Valentine and don't forget the crack ♪
♪ Put your dick! Put your dick! ♪
(laughter)
♪ Put your dick away, oh! ♪
-Jesus! -(all singing): ♪ Put your dick... ♪
♪ Put your dick ♪
♪ Put your dick away ♪
(laughter)
-I'm speechless. -(laughter)
It's just seriously so dumb!
-I'm sorry! -Now sing "They Call Me Mrs. Diddles."
-Joel, stop! -Now, that one I gotta hear.
-(wagging tongue) -(laughter)
-(laughing) -I think...
I think we should take a field trip.
-What do you think? -Joel: Oh my god,
are we gonna go visit Mrs. Diddles?
(laughter)
-Let's do it! -Let's go. Come on, I'll drive.
Let's take the Growler.
This is what I'm gonna say to Mrs. Diddles. (rolls tongue)
-(laughter) -Fred: Jesus!
Joel: Don't you wanna go to a football game in this?
Sam: I don't wanna go to a football game.
-I wanna party in the fucking Growler! -(cheering)
Joel: It is awesome, girl.
Sharp turn, guys, sharp turn!
-(yelling, cheering) -Take it easy!
Fred: Okay, kids, let's have some fun.
(thud)
(insects chirping)
Oh, this is scarier at night than in the day.
Sam: It looks a little scary, but it's good.
-Fred: How do you like my driving? -(laughter)
-Sam: Oh, I don't wanna talk about it. -(laughing)
-Joel: Oh yeah. -Well...
This is it!
Tiffani: Oh, hell yeah. This is incredible.
-Yeah, the stage will go here. -Tiffani: Oh, bro,
we gotta do something with this Tin Man thing.
I love this guy!
You put the band here, the bar.
What do you think?
I mean, I think this is awesome.
My sister and I spent a lot of time in here doing shows.
I think she would really love this.
Well, you look good, the light's on you.
Can we hear one of those songs about the ding-dongs or the diddles?
Sam: Well, I have something, but it's not about dongs.
No, we wanna hear the juicy stuff.
You know, what sells!
-(laughs) -Alright, I'm gonna try something and...
-(click) -I guess now's as good a time as any.
(sighs) I don't know why I'm so fuckin' nervous.
(sighs)
Um...
Joel, this is for you.
(playing soft piano melody)
But there's no dongs.
♪ How many times did I hear them say♪
♪ She's out of reach, drifted away? ♪
♪ Mm... ♪
♪ Another night staring at the wall ♪
♪ And if I try, I know I'll fall ♪
♪ Mm...♪
♪ All these hills closing in on me ♪
♪ There's nothing here I haven't seen ♪
♪ Mm... ♪
♪ Lift me to my feet again ♪
♪ I've lost touch, I need a friend, mm... ♪
(piano continues)
♪ You brought me ♪
♪ Home... ♪
♪ You brought me ♪
♪ Home... ♪
♪ My heart is beating through my chest ♪
♪ Why would anyone come clean this mess? ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ The song in me fell out of you ♪
♪ I found it now because of you ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ You brought me home... ♪
(piano continues)
♪ Yes, you brought me ♪
♪ Home... ♪
♪ And I am home ♪
♪ I am ♪
♪ Home ♪
(piano fades out)
That's it.
You motherfucker.
-(laughs) -Well, now that you've bummed us all out,
can we get back to it?
-(laughs) -Joel: No.
Let's just stay in the moment for a little bit, Fred.
-Okay. Was that long enough of a moment? -(laughing)
("My Sentiment" playing)
-I'm driving. -Sam: Oh god!
-(laughter) -Are you sure you have a legal license?
-Tiffani: Let's fuckin' go! -(laughs)
-(snapping) -Hey! Oh shit!
Fred: Joel, do not spill on my bus!
-Where are you taking us? -Fred: Oh, I'm not telling.
You're in for a big surprise, kids.
-Let's rage. -All: Irma!
(laughter)
Woo!
(overlapping laughter, cheering)
("My Sentiment" continues)
♪ Lovely girl, I wish that ♪
♪ I could make love to you ♪
♪ And you'd be mine, I'd never wanna lose you... ♪
(sighs)
-(dude voice): Hey, brah! -Hey, brah.
(laughter)
-Brah! -Brah...
Hey, Joel, what's that thing somebody said
about putting away childish things?
Childish things?
That's from the Bible, bitch.
(laughs)
I love your childish things.
♪ My sentiments... ♪
I do, too. (laughs)
I can't believe I'm getting lit with Irma. What the fuck?
(Joel laughing)
She's funner than you think!
(insects chirping)
(sighs)
Um... Are you alone?
Yeah.
-(laughter) -Joel: I'm never gonna hear "Mrs. Diddles,"
-and it's gonna kill me! -Wait, I have one other thing! One other thing I wanna say.
-Hold this. Hold it! No, hold it! Hold it! Hold it, -Say it! Say it! Say it!
I know... that you know me...
-from everywhere. -Oh ho!
-Ladies and gentlemen-- -No, you cannot say that anymore!
-Okay, people of the world! -Play the hits!
-Welcome to Sam Miller After Dark! -(cheering)
If you are lost, if you are lonely,
if you are desperate for the touch of another human being,
please let me be of service!
-Oh my god, do it! -Tiffani: Ow!
And you may wonder, what can I do for you?
What can you do for me?
-Well, I'm so glad you asked. -(Joel laughs)
♪ I'm gonna wrap this pussy around every dick I can ♪
♪ Wrap this pussy around every boy and man ♪
♪ I'm gonna wrap this pussy around these United States ♪
♪ Keep my country warm ♪
(screaming laughter)
Oh my god, that's the greatest patriotic act I've ever heard!
I'm practically a Navy SEAL.
(laughter)
Here's to wrapping our pussies around everything!
-(sighs) This is church. -This is church.
-Yes! This is church! -This is church!
-Church! -(laughing)
♪ ♪
(springs creak)
(creak)
(door hits wall)
(sentiment music playing)
♪ ♪
(inhales, exhales)
(sighs)
(inhales, exhales)
("Dust in the Wind" by Kansas playing)
♪ ♪
♪ I close my eyes ♪
♪ Only for a moment, and the moment's gone ♪
♪ All my dreams ♪
♪ Pass before my eyes, a curiosity ♪
♪ Dust in the wind ♪
♪ All they are is dust in the wind ♪
♪ Same old song ♪
♪ Just a drop of water in an endless sea ♪
♪ All we do ♪
♪ Crumbles to the ground ♪
♪ Though we refuse to see... ♪