Jenny
What are you doing?
I'm helping Ellie with her assignment. It's to draw her hero. And for some weird reason, she chose her father. And here's the picture.
What is this? Why am I naked?!
Jenny
Ellie did not draw that.
No, no, no, I helped her with this one.
Jenny
Taco, she can't bring this into a second grade classroom!
I'm sorry the crotchal region is not flattering, but it's accurate.
Jenny
Taco, the fact that you drew an anatomically correct version of my husband is just wrong!
Well, it's not 100% anatomically correct.
I gave you an extra inch because it's about hero worship, right?
An all-MacArthur Shiva Bowl, and I'm not even in it. You know, I did not set up this league to have a trophy end up with my wife's name on it or as a bong in my attic. I'm destined to never win it.
Maybe you're like Moses, you know—you're supposed to lead the people to the desert, but you're not allowed to go into the promised land yourself.
Look at this! Look at this!
Holy shit. Interception. Two points.
Go for the sideline. Keep going, Ed Reed.
He's got one guy to beat.
[Jenny, on a stepladder, turns to watch and starts to fall. Kevin rushes over to catch her]
Jenny
Oh, my God. You saved me.
Kevin, six more points! You won!
I didn't even see the play.
Jenny
You took your eyes off the game and you saved me.
Jenny
Oh, I love you, dick cream.
[They kiss and Kevin drops her]
I'm going to the Shiva Bowl! SHIVAKAMINI SOMAKANDAKRAM!!!
[walking in with Ellie's collage] What is this?
Jenny
Ellie's homework.
This is why I wanted a new kid--this one's no good.
You cheated me in the draft order, and you thought you could outsmart Ruxin!
Ruxin, just look at what I drew up--you'll see that there was no difference in either way!
I'm not looking at anything 'cause all I see are lies and collusion! This whole season is null and void! Vull and noid!
[Ruxin on the ground after having a stroke]
I think we're supposed to pee on him!
Jenny
That's jellyfish, you idiot!
It might not help, but it can't hurt.
[on video will] Hello, I'm Rodney Ruxin. Everyone calls me Ruxin. And this is my last will and testament. First of all, congratulations for knowing me. You really knocked it out of the park, friend-wise. But now I have moved on—left this world for a better place.
Jenny
Is it hot there?
My prize golf clubs I leave to Pete. No, Kevin... Wha... Andre...
No... Pete... No, Kev... You know what, no, throw 'em away.
Nope, sell them on Craigslist. No, you know what, throw them away.
It's classic. He even tinkers with his will.
Craigslist. Craigslist. A few things to clear up. Pete, your Paul's Boutique vinyl—I took it.
I listened to it, I scratched it, I threw it away and blamed it on the lacrosse team.
Son of a bitch. [noticing Sofia] Sorry.
To Jenny--honestly, I don't get it. I don't see what Kevin sees in you. I don't get you guys; never did.
Now, if I die or am incapacitated during the regular season, I bequeath my team to... Andre.
Jenny
What?
He picked me. Out of all of you, he picked me. This is great. I mean...
Andre, the shit just got really real.
And you better not fuck this up.
This has been my last will and testament. I mean, whatever, I'm dead now. So I just want to wish you one last hearty and heartfelt... Suck it!
I have got to win the Shiva, because if I don't win the Shiva, then I don't win the bet!
Jenny
Hey, babe. You won the bet.
Jenny
I'm pregnant.
Wait, just because I won?
Jenny
No, I found out a couple days ago.
We're gonna have another baby?
Jenny
Yeah.
Are you sure it's not my baby? I did jerk off in your underwear drawer.
And the thing with this Wonderlic test was not that the questions were so hard, but they were terribly worded. One of them was, like, "Randolph's got eight pairs of pants, four shirts, and six ties—how many days can he wear an outfit without repeating one?"
Jenny
192 days. 8 x 6 x 4.
Maybe, but you know, probably not. There were harder ones than that. They even went so far as to make up words. How many pints in a peck? That's not even real. What's a peck?
No, it's not, sweetheart. You're wrong.
Jenny
She's right.
I'm not even really convinced this whole piano thing is a good idea. I just want to start her on an activity that ensures she'll never have sex.
Jenny
Me too.
Okay, I still like my idea. I really think we should consider ballet. She can dance around with gay guys, and she won't have sex 'til she's, like, 30.
Jenny
Are you kidding me? Everyone wants to have sex with ballerinas. Did you see Black Swan? Ballerinas wanna have sex with ballerinas. I think musical instruments are the way to go, and we should just be thankful it's not a woodwind.
Jenny
Really? Woodwind?
[She mimes playing a clarinet, but it looks like...]
Michael Moore came in here and J'd off in our bathroom.
Jenny
What?!
Cracked his meat all over the place. It's disgusting!
Jenny
He just jerked off in our bathroom?
Yes! He saw you, and then asked to be excused to go to the bathroom and...
Jenny
What?! That is disgusting! He went and jerked off in our bathroom [gets a little flattered] after he saw me walk by?
[All finding Ellie singing "Pick a Bale of Cotton" while wearing Jenny's robe]
Jenny
You know what, sweetheart? Why don't we stop playing a musical instrument and start watching television?
Yeah, I hear The Grand Wizards of Waverly Place is on.
Jenny
You know what? Let's just get rid of this thing before we traumatize our daughter more than we already have.
You know, if we just put her in ballet, all I would have to return is a pair of Capezios and an eating disorder.
Can I propose a best-of-both-worlds scenario?
Maybe you should get some chocolate pudding, wipe it all over her face, and then she can perform Blackface Swan.
Tell me the story again. You were both running for the computer. You fell, she picked up the player. I mean, this sounds a little...
I would say that there has been foul play here.
Jenny
Are you insinuating I put a bounty on my own husband's head?
In the video post, you said that you wanted to take him out.
Jenny
It was a joke. You're on the message boards all the time saying that you're gonna put your D up Kevin's B. Do you?
No, because he is Pete's property.
Jenny
No!
Where's the nearest bathroom?!
I think they're pretty far.
[runs to the ocean] No options! Can't hold in!
[with camera] I'm getting it!
TTed
Dibs on "sea biscuit" as my new team name!
Jenny
I gotta have vacation sex with that!
Oh, God, Pacific Ocean forever unclean!