BearCity 3

Fred!

- What? - You gonna sleep all day?

- What time is it? - 8am

- In the morning? - Yeah, come on.

I want you to help me put the shelf locks on.

It's Saturday.

We're going to put together a baby sling.

Isn't the baby a little young for a sling?

It's for the sink.

They say most fatal injuries happen in the bath.

Who are "they"?

Also my mom is coming by.

I can't handle this.

Good Morning!

Fred! Get in the shower!

Oh, my god.

Oh!

Brent!

I don't even know what this is.

Handsome, stop worrying.

Watch this.

- This is my pet peeve. - Put that down.

- I don't want to watch videos. - Shhh!!

So, there's the cat,

lapping up the milk...

they put the cucumber behind him...

he turns around and...

Every time!

Stop!

I love it!

What's the matter? What's wrong?

This baby is less than a month away

and we are not ready.

Come on, honey, you're ready.

You're ready, stop worrying.

Look at all this crap.

What the hell is this?

A protective baby cone—

it goes around the baby's head

so it doesn't hit its head.

Do you hear yourself?

Yes. OK, soon to be Grandma?

This is on the essentials list

at Babies R Us.

That is, this is, that is.

What's that crap?

That is a very important

turquoise piece of

overprotective baby crap.

Come on, honey,

you guys will be great.

Sit down. Look at me.

You know how to do this. You're smart.

You have a big heart.

You'll be fine.

Did you breastfeed me?

Of course. With these boobs?

I could be sitting in the living room

and breastfeed in the bedroom.

Of all the people we know who should not be parents...

Yeah?

You'll be fine, all right? You're gonna kill it.

- The baby. - Yes.

- You're a terrible mother. - I know it.

Where is your husband? Shouldn't he be the voice of reason?

I can't believe I just said that.

He's in the "edit cave."

And no one's allowed in there.

Still working on that thing?

When will I get my investment back?

Bears don't pay for films.

That's the flaw in the plan.

Hey, Papa Fred.

Hey, Mom! I'm so sorry,

I got distracted. How are you?

Great! I'm so excited for my granddaughter to come.

I'll buy her non-sexist toys, wooden, handmade...

- Cool. - I'll take her on protest marches.

I'll take her to Burning Man.

We'll both be naked.

And lots of sugar.

I'll get her candy and pie and cake!

We don't know if it will be a girl yet...

Bite your tongue, it's a girl.

Hey, wait!

How are you doing on my...

your documentary?

It's coming along great, it will be amazing.

I'm working on it right now.

Come sit down, please.

That's Max, my editor.

I'm going to take this call in the other room.

Go ahead, Tarantino.

See? Lost, completely lost.

He seems fine.

He's not freaked out or overly concerned.

He's not concerned at all!

That's the problem.

'Cause he's in there in the dark, tinkering away at the movie,

and not worried about anything like being a dad in a month!

I need a drink. Make me a Bloody Mary.

- It's 10am. - It has tomato juice.

It does have vitamins.

And celery! I love a cocktail with food in it.

Would you like a burrito martini?

Yes! Olives...

Bacon margarita.

What are you doing?

Trying to push the button.

Oh, god, let me do it.

Ta da!

Grandma of the Year.

Shouldn't you be wearing a French maid outfit to do that?

Honey, you've got to get dressed.

Your daughter arrives in a half hour.

It's so hot in that kitchen.

If you can't take the heat...

So that's how you want to play.

Maybe I do.

Mmm, hmm.

Come here.

Shoot!

I'm sorry—I was trying to fix it. It got stuck.

Stop.

I'm not asking you to delete Carlos from your life.

I know, but of all days...

Michael—

what happened to you was tragic.

I can't begin to understand your loss.

But I do know that I love you.

And I'm willing to wait.

Because we are worth waiting for.

Whoa, my sweet buns!

Those sweet buns look really nice from here.

- Shit, she's here! - Oh, gosh!

I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one!

You look great!

Your dad's getting dressed...

just be a minute.

You know how dads are.

Would you rather put your...

that's fine, leave it there.

Emma!

I'm so glad to finally be able to invite you into my home.

Look—

I know this was my dad's idea.

You should be flattered.

It means he probably loves you.

Well, I love him, too.

Yeah, I know. The point is,

you guys always find a way to screw him over

and I end up having this exact same conversation

every few years in a different fat guy's living room.

So, let's just play nice and get this over with.

Here's my little girl!

Hi, Daddy!

Look at you, all dressed to suppress.

Michael picked it out for me.

My ninja has style.

He sure does.

Thank you, Michael, for having me in your home.

Thank you for coming.

My pleasure.

What did you make, Daddy?

It smells like you burned the house down.

I didn't exactly burn it down.

Made some sweet buns.

James, I just need a

mic stand, a stool, and a

cable for my guitar, please.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

Hey, Roger.

Kyle.

Sorry to hear about Nate and...

your situation.

Shit happens, right?

Yeah.

Can I get you a drink?

No, don't worry about it.

Yo, Rex.

Gimme my usual and... Kyle, what do you want?

Water.

Water? Really?

I gotta sing.

Rex, tap is fine.

Rex, get him a bottle,

make mine a double.

Keep it open.

I guess I was misinformed.

I guess you were.

How are things?

Good! I'm doing this

private acoustic session here

for the day drunks.

"Day drunks"?

You talkin' to me?

The credit card machine

doesn't seem to wanna work.

Any way you got cash?