You slept with Adam?
We only did it, like...
You never told me you slept with this monkey.
You porked my wife?!
I wouldn't use that word.
- You grabbed her ass? - With both hands.
You did "Bad hand" On my woman?
I have a drinking problem.
Come here, brother.
Man, you know, I-I was just kidding.
You've been reading Cosmopolitan again, haven't you?
Don't know why every man doesn't.
- I love you. - u202dI love you, too.
My friend Mitch is coming to town.
- What? - u202dI said I love you.
Drunk Hollywood douchebag Mitch?
I know the last time he was here things got a little bumpy...
A little bumpy? He hit on me and my daughter.
He peed in three places that weren't the bathroom.
One of them was our good salad bowl.
But he's not the same guy anymore.
He sobered up, he divorced Leanne,
he's on a whole different path,
and he just wants some bro time.
If you ever want to have sex with me again,
don't say "Bro time."
You see him. Just keep him away from me.
He just wants to apologize to you and Christy.
You son of a bitch.
- What? - u202dYou waited to tell me this
till after I had a decent orgasm.
"Decent"? You practically levitated.
Fine, it was a cascading series of body tremors.
Just like the article promised! So, what do you say?
Oh, no, this is way too big a favor for just one go-around.
You're kidding, right?
Seriously, why am I still looking at your face?
I can't believe you're letting that animal back into our lives.
Well, at least it's only one animal this time.
Leanne's out of the picture.
I'm still kind of shocked they got divorced.
Really? I'm shocked that marriage didn't end
in a murder-suicide.
Yeah, but they're kind of made for each other.
Like water parks and diarrhea.
Hey, we're here.
Ugh, I can't do this.
I promised Adam five minutes,
and then we can head to the meeting.
I got to stop wearing stuff with handles.
You remember Mitch.
Thank you for seeing me.
You might want to take that as a win and leave.
No. No, I got to do this.
I owe you both an amends
for the wreckage I caused on my last visit.
I hope that you can give me another chance.
But if you can't...
I totally understand.
I cry so easily these days.
What do you think?
I think making an amends like that is really painful.
I didn't understand...
what an ass I was.
Ooh, I like that. Delve into that.
I actually thought my behavior was charming.
That's alcoholic thinking for you.
Anyway, all I can do now
is try to repair the damage.
Damn it, that was really good.
Oh, crap. Real tears.
So, are we all kumbaya here?
'Cause I'm gonna show Mitch the bar
while you two go to your meeting.
实际上 兄弟 我有点脆弱
Actually, buddy, I'm-I'm feeling a little fragile.
I could really use a meeting right now.
Do you mind if I tag along?
We're not really allowed to say no.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, you just got here.
What happened to bro time?
Hey, what'd I say about that?
So, I'm directing this movie in Dubrovnik,
and everybody's looking at me to steer the ship
'cause, you know, I'm the director.
And all I can think is, "I'm a fraud."
"I'm a drunk. I'm a liar."
You're safe here.
I feel that.
So, I start saying the prayer
in my head, and... I'll be darned
if God didn't grant me the serenity to call "Action"
and send the Harley off the cliff,
through the helicopter door, out the other side,
where it hit a second helicopter,
爆♥炸♥ 火团 坏人死
exploded, ball of fire, dead bad guy,
that's a wrap and a Golden Globe nomination.
Well, if you believe the buzz. Anyway,
I'm just another drunk trying to get through the day.
Well, a drunk who's a Hollywood director.
Wow, lunch goes faster when someone else does the talking.
I don't know how you handle the pressure of making a movie.
I can barely deal with work and school.
If they ever stopped making Red Bull, I'd be screwed.
I actually won three Red Bull Stunt Awards.
But have you ever considered meditating?
but apparently my mind craves anxiety.
Well, it changed my life.
It made me a much better director.
Ladies, I just... I want to thank you
for letting me into the red tent.
I-I've just been so raw since Leanne and I split up.
Yeah, now, what happened there?
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