Click

Shh.

- Boo! Aah!

What was going on there, huh?

We thought you were sleeping, Daddy.

How can I sleep with two Twinkie burglars roaming around?

Can we watch Dragon Tales, please?

Yeah. Why not, why not?

Which one of these turns on the TV?

Huh.

Honey, I think you just opened the garage.

I'm just planning ahead. I know.

- P-yew! Was that a stinky-dink bug? - Good job.

Whatever happened to the good old days...

...when you pulled the knob and on came the boob tube?

The O'Doyles got a universal remote control.

One clicker controls everything.

Makes life a lot easier for old people like you.

Well, whoop-de-do for the O'Doyles.

-tree house?

I don't know. Ask your father.

Ask me what?

Think you'll have time to finish building the tree house ever?

Yeah, Dad. It's kind of been halfway done for two months now.

All right. I want to, it's just I got a lot of things going on at work right now.

But as soon as I'm done, I'm on it. I promise. Hang in there.

Hey, look at Sundance wrestle his duck.

Oh, no, that's not wrestling.

That's something you shouldn't know about for another 10 to 30 years.

Ten for you. Thirty for you.

Hey, Michael? Yes.

- I'll see you tonight at the swim meet? - Swim meet.

- Ah.... I gotta go to that? - Yes.

Ah, I'm kidding you. I'll be there. Okay?

All right. I love you, Michael.

Forever and ever, babe.

Mr. Newman.

Kevin O'Doyle. Yeah. Always a pleasure.

What kind of stereo you got in that blue piece of shit?

You know what? I never checked, Kevin.

Yeah, well, my father's stereo is a Bose.

Your father's stereo blows? That's too bad.

No! I said-- That's not what I said!

His father's stereo blows! Whee!

(THE KINKS' "DO IT AGAIN" PLAYING)

Come on! Pay the man, let's go!

- Good morning, Mr. Newman. - Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman. - Hello.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman. - Hi.

Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman. - Man, Alice,

I was stuck in traffic for an hour and a half. When's the meeting?

- Um, it started already. - What?

Can I go to the bathroom?

Go to the bathroom. I told you, you don't have to ask me.

Hmm. Well, the interesting thing, Prince Habeeboo...

...is that the building codes in Manhattan will allow us--

- Michael. - Sorry I'm late, sir.

Some moron in a red Lamborghini parked in my spot so--

Prince Habeeboo drive red Lamborghini.

Red Lamborghini? I meant blue Ferrari.

Is this one of your partners?

Actually, Michael is just an associate.

But he is one of our brightest young architects.

Thank you.

Would you like to walk His Majesty through our design concept?

With pleasure.

- Prince Haboobee-- - Habeeboo!

Prince Habeeboo.

Habeeboo. I thought I said that.

When Mr. Ammer explained to me the type of man you are...

...a visionary who prides himself on originality...

...I said to myself, "Let's smash the mold and redefine elegance."

So I present to you your restaurant.

Where is--? Where's bar?

Bar is-- Here's the bar. Now, the waterfall--

Make bar longer.

Okay. We could cut into the atrium a little bit.

No atrium. Just make bar longer for Prince Habeeboo.

Really?

- Still itchy? - You got it.

And put big drain in floor for wet T-shirt contest.

Now, you're kidding me, right?

Boob water's gotta go someplace, Michael.

Let's just take out the atrium and run with that and there's your drain.

- God. - I love it. It is simply awesome.

Yeah. Basically you want me to design you an Arabian hoochie house?

How dare you compare Prince Habeeboo's...

...Bikini Hut restaurant to this hoochie house?

This idea's got nothing to do with hoochies, Michael.

It's like opposite of hoochie.

I meant no disrespect, Prince Hubbida Hubbida.

- Hubba Bubba. - Habeeboo!

Habeeboo! Hubba Bubba is chewing gum.

Prince Habeeboo's not chewing gum.

Prince Habeeboo, we will-- I will make this happen.

John Ammer's office.

I hope that atrium idea didn't take too long to configure, Michael.

Oh, there'll be other Junes in my life, sir.

See that, uh, parking garage over there on 56?

Yeah. - Watsuhita wants to knock it down...

...and build a luxury hotel.

- You got the commission? - Not yet.

I just need someone to come up with a design proposal. Intrigued?

Hell, yes.

I'm Fourth of July-ing with the kids this weekend.

- When I get back, I'm all over it. - Great.

Have a great Fourth of July with the kids. I'll put Swardson on it.

No, no. Absolutely not. I-- I-- Can't it just wait three days?

These guys are Japanese. They can't wait for their fish to cook.

I guess I could talk to my wife.

Great. See you later for drinks at happy hour with Prince Habadabee.

My son has a swim meet tonight that I have to get to s--

Nah, I'm just messing with you. We're good.

(BAND PLAYING THE OFFSPRING'S "COME OUT AND PLAY")

Yeah, Ben!

That's my boy! That's my boy! Kid, you were great!

You're not my dad.

- Eh? As far as you know. - What?

I was just joking.

Is he really my dad?

Come on, come on! Yes, Ben. Yes, you did it!

Honey, you were so great.

Whoa, what are you, half a dolphin or something? That was incredible.

You just got here, Dad. I saw you.

What do you mean I just got here? Why are you saying that?

I saw you. You jumped in there, you swam to here.

- Then what stroke was he doing, Dad? - He was doing the shut-up.

Hey. Good thing is, Daddy was here to see you finish.

He didn't see me finish.

He was hanging out with Ping Woo for some reason.

Yeah, what was that about, huh?

The kid was drowning. I'm gonna let him drown?

Nobody goes drowning in my pool.

How you doing? Bill Herlihy. Ben's swim coach. You must be Dad.

Michael Speedo-- Michael Newman. Sorry.

Big Ben, that was great progress out there, huh?

Just remember, right arm out, head turns left. Left arm out--

Head turns right. I know. I just forgot at the end.

Well, that's all right.

You master that, with your power, people will think you're half a dolphin out there.

- Really? - Yeah.

Aww. Cute.

Hello? Mr. Ammer.

Ben, honey, slow down. It's not a race.

That's his second one in five minutes.

Keeps eating more and more.

He's like a machine. He can't still be hungry.

He's not. He's just doing whatever Michael's doing. It's driving me crazy.

Everything Michael's been doing lately is very unhealthy for him.

He's gonna kill himself.

Like a signature building we're talking about.

Oh, my God.

Scared the crap out of me.

Dad, how much longer are you gonna live?

- One minute. - One minute?

- Daddy's gonna die in one minute! - Oh, no, no, honey, honey.

Don't worry. I'm not dying.

I'm gonna live for 200 years. Is that long enough for you and me?

- Promise? - I promise. Swear. Come here.

Love you.

You son of a bitch!

Hey! There are families here!

Show some respect, you pieces of shit!

Go home and watch VH1, old man.

Don't light another damn one!

Ooh! - Huh?

Benjamin. Benjamin. What am I holding?

- A quarter. - A quarter.

Now, Grandma does not let me eat ice cream because of my diabetes.

- True. - But she says nothing, however...

...about a tasty quarter.

Okay.

All right. All right.

Very quickly, please, count to three because it tastes terrible.

One, two, three.

Are you shitting me?

First he's eating like his father, now you're talking like him?

- Ben. - Don't you ever say that again.

- Sorry, Grandma. - How do you do that, Grandpa?

A good magician never reveals his secrets.

Your daddy has wanted to know how I've done that trick...

...since he was your age.

Isn't that true, son?

Hey, Michael. Michael, who are you talking to?

Jesus. I'm talking to my boss, Ma. Take it easy.

Oh, yeah? Well, tell him to get a life.

You got family here. You're busy. Come on.

My mother says hello.

Oh, he's such a big boy, isn't he?