As long as he doesn't start bringing his work
home with him. A lot of them do that.
Tell me another thing.
It looks good.
I don't think anyone will know but me.
I had a pie.
Who are you?
- Jeff... - Could you be more specific?
A family lives in this house.
That wasn't a... question.
Maybe let's stick to the basics.
Is that pie on your shoe?
Well, I don't want him to feel like he can't ask me things.
Have you been married before, Peter?
Jeff, let him eat.
彼得 彼得 爱吃南瓜
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.
Had a wife, couldn't keep her.
Right? Isn't that how it goes?
Put her in a pumpkin shell,
and there he kept her very well.
The man in that poem is not a candidate for glory.
It's a rhyme about abuse.
I didn't know the rest of it.
Had another, didn't love her.
That's the next line.
No, I don't think that...
How is that a bedtime story?
King John had a friend he didn't like,
and so he took that man's wife
and he sealed her in a room with bricks
until she starved to death.
In some versions, mice eat the woman,
but that's neither here nor there.
My mother used to read that to me.
Now I question her motives.
Early childhood neglect
can lead to dysfunctional adult relationships.
Are your parents still together,
like Jill and I?
威尔 你以后要... 每周和你♥爸♥爸
Will, you're gonna... spend an extra night a week
with your dad.
That's a good thing.
How long have you been sucking
on those coffin nails?
Yeah, actually, I've been meaning to quit.
You ever had a vice or a guilty pleasure?
Not like smoking, or adultery,
but... I have been known to...
take a sip or two of chocolate syrup,
straight out of the bottle.
Your vice is drinking Hershey's chocolate syrup?
Never have a coupon for Hershey's.
Yeah, but I mean...
You can afford name-brand syrup.
I can afford a lot of things,
but I only spend what I need,
and the rest goes to people who need it more.
对 完全对 每个月
Yeah. Totally. No, every month,
I give $15 to NPR.
They sent me an apron that says "NPR Apron."
I like the name Peter.
It's a good name.
You know what?
I'm gonna call you Big P.
Would that be okay?
Are you kidding me? Oh...
Jeff Pickles just gave me a nickname.
Oh, God. I feel like...
Elvis just gave me a sequin. What can I call you?
Oh, sorry. I thought you had left.
Good night, Will.
Good night, Big P.
Can I ask you something?
Oh, yeah, man. What's up?
What kind of mouthwash do girls like?
I love you.
You're frustrated? About what?
Oh, she's frustrated
because her rocket ship keeps falling over.
I think her bam-boosters are misfiring.
You know what I do when I'm frustrated?
I take a calm-me-down breath.
I think maybe she needs another calm...
All right, stop.
Why do you keep doing that?
- Stop. - Stop what?
You keep calling Astron-Otter a she.
Last time I checked, he was a he-otter.
He was a he. Now she's a she.
He's been a he for 20 years.
You don't just wake up one day and call him a she.
It happens every day.
It's happening to children all over the world.
It's called gender fluidity.
He's a he.
Astron-Otter's Lunar Lander Power Wheel.
Rock Space Fortress.
Astron-Otter's My First Boxer Briefs
with stain guard.
He's a seven-figure line item
marketed to boys.
She has no discernible genitalia.
I should fucking hope not.
What an important thing to impart,
that Astron-Otter could change overnight
and still be the same otter.
It's not a terrible idea.
Nobody asked you, Sheryl.
Astron-Otter is a boy.
Astron-Otter is a lie.
Let's tread very carefully here, Jeff.
That's an expensive vagina you're adding.
That is a $4 million otter twat.
Please don't use a bad word when you can use a good word.
These are not the decisions you make.
Astron-Otter is a male.
Maybe it's time for you to wake up