Platonic

Watson.

Can I have some ketchup for my pork chops?

- What? - Can I have ketchup for my pork chops?

Yes, no problem. I'll get it from the fridge.

- Oh, right. -

- Excuse me. - Don't let him in.

Can you stop him barking, babe, please?

Watson, heel.

Fuck me.

Heel. Watson.

So how was everybody's day at school?

- Better than this. -

Hey, Watson, it's okay.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

He's so loud.

- Goddamn it! - Mom.

Jesus.

Christ.

Here you go, sweetie.

- It's ironic that we're inside the gate… -

- …and the dog isn't. - Just while we're training him.

It's obviously not gonna be like this forever.

- Oh, good. Fun. - Yeah.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Charlie. Okay. - Okay. Okay.

- What? Oh, my God. - Okay. Hey, no, Wats.

- No, no, no. Watson… - Hey, hey. No taking.

- Bad dog. - Oh, my God. Okay.

- Please, enough. Okay. - Watson. Down.

You gotta close the gate.

- Excuse me. Really? - Yeah. Watson respects the gate.

If you closed it he wouldn't be up here.

How about he respects the fact that I cooked these pork chops?

- No. This isn't… Watson. - Wait. Oh, my God. Whoa! Hey!

- Come on. - Hey! Give me back my--

- - Are you kidding me?

Okay.

- -

- All right. Out! - Okay.

- Shit. I have to take this. It's work. -

- Out, out, out, out. Out. Out. -

- - Get out.

You gotta lift and close.

No, no, no. There we go. Okay.

Hey, Cabo Carrie.

Hey, chica. Look, I am gonna cut straight to the chase, okay.

Do you wanna be our in-house event planner?

- Oh, my God. Wow. -

Now, before you say anything I just wanna say the gig is pretty intense.

You know, it would be more than full time.

I'm talking most weekends, a lot of out of town travel.

- It's exciting. -

It's party, hangover, brunch, repeat.

But, also, some mamas can really find it too demanding.

- Oh. I'm very flattered. -

Can Jessipa ride Watson?

- No! Don't bring the lizard to the table. - Oh, Maeve, no.

For the last time, dogs and lizards don't mix.

They're not… Why is Jessipa at the dinner table?

- She likes it. - Can I just think about it for a bit?

Oh, you know you can, hoochie mama. But just don't think too long, okay.

- Okay. Bye. - Wat…

Watson, arrêt.

Arrêt.

This is like Dr. Dolittle.

- -

Why does it matter what Sylvia thought about Mason Grand?

I mean, you had a willing investor who is a famous actor.

So you pretty much had a fucking ATM.

He probably would've funded you forever.

And as we know, the restaurant industry is full of terrible people.

Yeah, but this guy was so gross.

- Okay, so is Reggie. - This guy was grosser than Reggie.

Reggie thought this guy was gross.

So think about how fucking gross that makes this guy.

Yeah, that's pretty gross. But anybody who invests in a bar is gross.

I mean, we're gross. It's a cash business.

You either wanna launder money or hit on young drunk people.

On top of being gross, they were just unbelievably lame to hang out with.

And not funny in any way, shape or form.

And what's crazy is Sylvia, she saw this shit, like, a mile away.

She had, like, a sixth sense about it.

Fuck is going on right now?

Nothing.

Just… I'm just looking at my friend.

You're not just looking at your friend. You guys are eye-fucking each other.

- I can see. - I'm looking at my friend. I love him.

You're gonna get that eye syphilis I heard about.

What is going on right now?

You and Sylvia are too involved in each other's lives. It's ridiculous.

You guys are co-dependent. Like me and my aunt.

Mm-hmm. All I'm saying is that Sylvia is too up in your business, man.

Okay? You just messed up a huge financial opportunity because of her.

And what do you get in return?

You live in her ADU,

- your career is in shambles… -

…and also, you're not fucking.

Actually, I was fucking and then she made me stop.

Of course she did. Because what you two need are boundaries, man.

- Amen. - Well, yeah…

What kind of boundaries you thinking?

I don't know. Like, formalize that shit, dude.

First off, pay rent so you don't owe her anything.

Oh, yeah. That's good. I like that. Pay her rent.

- Yeah. - Boundaries.

Hell, yeah.

Oh, my God. I almost forgot to tell you guys.

- What? - The basement is flooded.

- Right now? - Yeah.

Why are you just telling us that now?

Yo.

Oh, hey.

Um, here you go.

What's this?

It's rent.

You don't need to pay me rent. I'm your friend, not your landlord.

I know. I appreciate that.

And if you were my landlord, I'd probably have more than a mini fridge in there.

You know what I mean? But I just…

If I'm gonna live in your ADU, I'd rather… I'd rather pay rent.

It would make me feel better. Kind of make it official, you know.

Some… Some little boundaries, you know.

Oh. Sure, I…

What do you mean by boundaries?

I just mean I'm… I'm trying to get my life back together, you know.

And we're just so… …you know, intertwined.

And-And I'm honestly, I'm so reliant on you for everything.

I talk to you about all my problems. I come to you for all my advice

and-and I live in your garage.

It just might be healthy, you know… …to have a little separation.

Some… Some… Some boundaries.

Yeah. Sure. I didn't…

I didn't realize there were so many festering issues…

- There isn't. - …between us.

It's just… It-It-It'll be… It'll be a healthy step for both of us.

You know, um… You know, you have your space, I have my space.

Which is also your space.

But now I'm paying you rent so it's, like, sorta, a little bit my space.

Little boundary.

Great.

Great.

- That looks delicious. - Hmm. Thanks.

$200?

The idea behind Jay 6 Bar & Grille was simple:

Open a neighborhood gathering spot with the heart of an alehouse.

That makes no sense.

Here's a cold one, Jenna.

- Thanks, Terry. Whoo. -

That's good beer.

What the actual fuck?

Hey.

Hey, um…

Have a good one.

Thanks.

Honestly, Will, it's hard to tell.

I know.

There's potentially intimate contact below the belt, but we don't know.

No, yeah. He could just be innocently touching the small of her back

or he can have a whole handful of fucking butt.

It's impossible to see from this angle.

Okay. We need to do more recon.

I agree. I very much agree.

- - Okay.

- Pull up the grid. - Okay. Pulling up the grid.

Terry. Oh, God.

Terry's, like, obsessed with goldendoodles.

- A weirdo. - Wait, yo, yo, yo.

Look at him doing yoga there. Shit, look how flexible he is.

Did he make that knife?

He mills his own blades?

That's fucking cool as shit.

- Are you kidding me? - Very manly.

- Very manly. - Yeah.

This guy has too many dogs, he can suck his own dick it seems,

and he makes knives.

He's got, like, really diverse personality traits.

This drink is amazing, by the way. What is this?

Oh, my gosh.

That's a cosmo, girl.

- Ooh, "that's a cosmo, girl"? - Mmm, mmm.

- Well, it's fucking great. Okay. - Uh, Carrie's never wrong.

Who's Carrie?

Man, I've never seen this show before. It's fucking awesome.

Yeah. I mean, it's got sex and it's got the city.

- It's got it all. - It's got it all.

Do her and Mr. Big end up together?

Oh. Well, you're gonna have to watch six seasons,

two movies and a shitty spin-off that's just the same show minus one bitch.

- Which one's that? - Cattrall.

- Really? - Samantha, yeah.

- Damn. - Yeah.

- Will you just tell me? - They get married.

- Oh, nice. - Ultimately, he dies.

- Oh, shit. That is very grim. - He dies. Yeah.

- Spoiler alert. - Yeah.

Hey, should I mix us up some spicy margs?

Shit, yeah. If you don't mind going through the trouble

- I'd love a spicy marg. - No. I love making cocktails.

- Oh, awesome. - All right. You're in for a treat.

Yeah, if you don't want any help, I'll be here.

- No, no, no. I got this. - Great.