[Bob gasps in horror at the paintings]
It's just a few days, Bobby.
Linda, there are animal anuses all over our walls!
Just think of them as cute little rumps.
Lin, they're anuses. I'm trying to think of worse paintings to hang in a restaurant. Um, nope, I can't think of any!
Your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jockey.
When you say that, I feel like you're trying to hurt my feelings.
Oh my god! Why do you talk so SLOW!
When you say that, I feel—
Tina, this is really, really boring.
Okay my little cow pokes, time for school. You can watch the rest tonight.
How could you encourage this?
Oh Louise, don't be a pill. A little father-son bonding is going on here, and that's a good thing. These two don't always do it so well.
[cuts to:]
[weakly rattles tambourine] Yeesh.
[cuts to:]
Alright, this is how you throw a spiral. Here comes the bullet. Ugh! Stupid ball! It's 'cause there's no laces.
Alright, we're done. Go inside.
[returns]
It turns out we bond better over movies that I like to watch, that I make Gene watch.
Oh that's... That's adorable. I'm going to school.
Great. Why don't you learn something and become a lawyer.
Ok, ABS. The conflict resolution program sweeping our school. You all know my system. And at the spaghetti dinner so will your parents or legal guardians. Um, Becky. 'Cause your mom's in jail. Tina, Jocelyn, Jimmy Junior, let's rehearse! Becky, you just watch. Tina here just found out that her best friend Jocelyn told Jimmy Junior here that Tina is whack. And... acting.
Tina, Jocelyn told me that you're whack.
Jocelyn, you skank! I hate you.
Whatever. It's true, you are whack.
[They weakly fight]
And freeze! Wow, that resolved nothing. Let's rewind, shall we?
[Tina and Jocelyn pretend they are being rewound]
Let's work out our ABS. A: Access your feelings.
When you gossiped about me to Jimmy Junior, it hurt my feelings.
S: slap it! [slaps own butt]
[Tina and Jocelyn high-five]
FMr. Fond
Well done. Do it just like that at the dinner.
[school bell rings]
Oh. Enjoy your lunch, everyone!
[to Jocelyn] If you ever gossip about me to Jimmy Junior outside of the conflict resolution skit, I'll punch you in the face.
It was just a skit, Tina.
I will punch you. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again—
—And again, and again, and again, and again— [door slams]
Alright, listen. You kids are going to be on your best behavior, right now. The landlord Mr. Fischoedeor is coming over to talk about the lease, and we don’t know if he’s gonna renew.
Well, we haven’t always paid our rent on time.
We never pay our rent on time.
This is big! You have to close. The whole building will have to be tented for 48 hours.
Great. There goes our weekend revenue.
Oohh! Two days off. Bobby, we could use it!
I guess it has been a while since we've had a break...
What? That can't be right.
Ten years, Bob. TEN YEARS.
[sarcastic] You're really living the dream, Linda!