Better Things

I'm gonna miss you so much,

but we can speak on the computerso you'll see my face.

But we won't be able to touch you.

Hey, look. You'll still have me.

- Just you? - Yes. Just-- Your father. Hi.

Whoa!

Hi.

- Dude. Mom. - Hey.

I missed you so much.

Oh, you did?

- Baby. - Oh, ew.

- Mom, don't. - Oh, sorry.

- Yes. Yes, sir. - Okay.

I missed... Yes.

I missed... Very good. Hello.

Who is that?

- Hi, Mom. - Who is this?

Hi, Gran. - Who is this?

I missed you so much.

I missed you.

I brought presents.

- You did?! - Yeah.

Cute!

- Hi, Gran the man. -

- What? - Slow down.

- Oh. I'm sorry, Gran. - Oh, come on.

- I forgot about your life jacket. -

Never mind.

- Hello, darling. Hi, Gran.

- I missed you. - Aw.

Did you miss me?

We only ever have today.

Are you helping your mother with the luggage?

She's got it. - She's fine.

Cool, cool, cool. I'll just, uh...

Did you ask her?

- Nan, she's fine. - Oh, please.

- It's not even that heavy. - All right.

- All right. I got everything.

Ow.

- Mom.

Has it been raining like this the whole time?

Yes.

- That's so cozy. - No fair.

I wish it would rain like this all year.

- Same. - Why is the window open?

Close your window, for God's sake.

Okay.

How's my dogs? And Dr. Bedloe?

They're good, bunny.

They missed you, but I missed you the mostest.

- Aw. - Mom,

I want to create a dating profile for you.

- A what? Can you turn down the music,

please? I can't hear myself think.

- Okay. Jesus. -

- Anything else, milord? Mom.

- Mom. Mom! -

- Oh! Turn this up. What? No projectiles.

- Turn it up. - Mom, I want to make a dating profile for you

on, like, Bumble or Raya or some shit.

No, thank you. I'm all set.

I am a volcel.

I'm a voluntary celibate.

It's true, Mom. You need someone.

Why? I'm fine. I'm seriously fine.

I have my friends and you guys and Uncle Rich,

our dogs and Dr. Bedloe

and-and my work.

So...

did you guys have a good time while you were there?

I don't know. Kind of.

You can have had a good time.

It's okay by me.

Mom.

Really sorry to say this, but my-my dad wanted to know

if you were gonna send him something?

Oh. What?

Um, he told me to ask you.

Sorry, what-what is that?

Is he asking for money?

You really shouldn't be drivingin this weather.

- We could get trapped in a mudslide. Mom,

I don't think you should send him any money anymore.

I mean, his family owns, like, a ton of businesses.

Okay, well, what do you think?

I want to give him money?

I don't want him coming for me.

- - Bless you.

One for a wish, two for a kiss, three's for a letter...

- If anyone sneezes. - If anyone sneezes.

Ow.

Don't pick at it. Don't pick at it.

Gran, how long do you have to wear the Cardiac Buddy for?

Ugh. Well, it's a temporary situation,

but I'm almost finished.

I just need the okay from my cardiologist.

Excuse me all over the place,

but I really can't bear it anymore.

Mm. - I don't remember why I have

to have it. I'm in perfect health.

Nan?

- Nan! - Oh. I feel very tired.

Mom?

Mom, is something

going on with Nan? Is she having a heart attack

- or something? -

Mom?

Mom.

You'll need to wear a personal defibrillator

for a few monthswhile we monitor your situation.

Whoa!

Whoa. - Bollocking shit-licker!

Phil. Don't do that. Christ's sakes.

- Oh, God. - Fuck you!

- - Mom!

What are you doing right now?

Well, it's incredibly rude and dangerous.

It's not for you. It's for the driver

to have road rage if she so chooses.

- Jesus! - Oh, my God.

Behave! Close your window.

God. Guys,

don't encourage her.

- Follow that driver! - God!

MOONX357.

- That's the number plate. - Shh!

- Hey, hey, hey. Nan!

Nan! - I mean... Mom!

Shh. That's it.

Okay.

- Get out. - Don't be ridiculous.

- Mom! - Mom!

Get... out.

I have a serious heart condition.

I could pop off at any moment.

Which you'd be very glad about

when I'm not in your hair anymore.

Bro, that's what the defibrillator is for.

It'll shock you and call the hospital.

Mom!

It even has a GPS in case she gets lost.

You're not allowed in the car anymore.

Goodbye now. If you can't

behave, you can't stay.

Go on! Get going.

You can leave me here like the squirrels

and the skunks and the roadkills.

Okay. Bye.

Nan, come back! Nan!

- Phil! Nan, oh, my God.

Nan, come on! - Mom!

- Come back. Nan! Come back!

Nan! M... Stop.

Don't. Turn around.

- Mom! You can't just do that! - Mom, you can't do that!

Okay. Phil, that's enough.

Come back.

- Wow. Okay. Mom, stop.

Mom, you can't just do that.

Uh-huh. Yes, I can. No, you can't. Go back.

Yes, I can. Go back.

Mom! Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Let me enjoy this. I have had custody

of your grandmotherthe whole time you've been away.

Mom, this isn't funny anymore, and it's raining!

She could get electrocuted. Shock, shock, shock, shock.

Okay, okay.

I'm going back.

Getting the old hawk.

So, did you guys have fun at your dad's?

- Mm. - It was fine.

All G.