black-ish

Gender roles have evolved over the years.

And I'm fine with that.

I don't mind putting my baby to bed.

And Bow's cool with taking out the trash.

What is in this?

And why is it hot?!

Yeah. Gender roles are changing.

Do you want to drive?

Nah, I'm good. You drive.

But some changes are harder for me to roll with than others.

What the hell?

He's letting her drive?!

He better be drunk.

Did you see your son leave with Niecy?

I did. They're so cute together.

Although she's a little bit familiar.

Mm-hmm. I ran into her in the upstairs bathroom.

I mean... awkward. Okay, but... but don't get too attached, all right?

Because this is basically over.

Oh.

He's letting her drive on the date!

Oh, no!

What's next? Is he gonna let her vote?!

He's throwing away everything we gave him, all right?

We set him up perfectly!

We gave him brains. I gave him the brains.

We gave him height. I gave him the height.

Well, I gave him the looks.

Sure. People whistle at you when you walk down the street.

You've never walked around with me when I've been in a tank top.

Thank God I've never walked...

Hey, Mom.

Can you quiz us on our lines for the school play?

Oh, yes, of course!

I love "Death of a Salesman"!

I would be happy to!

Give me your script.

Okay.

I will be your audience.

Ready, Quinn? Okay.

Hey, Willy, over here!

Over here, pal!

That was great. Keep going.

Oh, those are our only lines. Oh.

We play Salespeople Number Two and Three. Huh.

Ms. Davis added extra parts so no one would feel left out.

Okay, then.

Every part is a good part.

Guys, Ms. Davis just called.

She's having auditions

to replace Willy Loman and his wife.

Cameron Carter and Emily Copeland dropped out?

Why? Did they break up?

Nah, they both got mono. Ooh.

And you know what that means.

Somebody's steppin' out.

How do you know that's what that means?

Being a stage manager means you grow up quick.

Uh-huh.

I've seen things backstage.

Really? Frenching.

And a rat.

Wha...

Oh... Wh...

Well...

don't you guys want to audition for the leads?

I mean, come on!

Made-up parts are for losers.

Well... I guess.

What do you think?

You could be Willy Loman. I'd be your wife.

Well, I mean, not that I'd want to be your wife.

S-So stupid.

It'd be great if you were my wife.

I do.

Uh, I will!

So stupid. Sorry.

That's my mom. Thanks, Dr. Johnson.

Oh, gosh, yes. Thanks for coming.

Hey, let your mom know... This isn't North Hollywood.

We don't use our horns.

Okay, great. Bye!

I'm just gonna walk him out. Okay.

Check this out.

My son went out with his girl last night.

And she drove!

Whoa! Ohh! No, she didn't.

Wow! Exactly. Oh, my God.

He finally has a girlfriend,

and he has no idea how to hold on to her.

W-Wait. There's a way?

I mean, are there steps? Is there, like, a chart?

'Cause... I'm asking for a friend.

What friend? Give me their first name in two seconds.

Billy... B... B...

What kind of man lets a woman drive him around?

A man with a D.U.I.

A man who has no legs

and hasn't had his pedal extensions put in yet.

A man who owns a Maybach and lives on a tropical island

where only women are allowed to be chauffeurs.

A man who lets lemon juice...

Charlie, not today. All right?

My son is emasculating himself, and Bow swears it's fine.

A-Am I missing something?

So, it's never okay to let a woman drive you?

Nope.

I lost respect for my husband the day he said,

"Honey, can you drive?

I took too many pills."

So now I'm like, "Now you can't drive or handle your pills?"

Got me thinking, "What else can't you handle?"

So I drove us right to the courthouse,

and I got half his pills.

Aha! Yep.

I'm astonished you're upset by this, Dre.

You're always the one going on and on

about progress and equality.

Well, what says "equality"

more than your son not needing his penis?

So, you all agree that Junior is blowing it?

Mm-hmm. Oh, absolutely.

Yes, sir, yes, sir. Wow.

I couldn't get you all to agree

when I said those Chilean miners should be rescued.

Yeah, well, they knew what they were getting into.

It's a mine. They got overtime.

Mom? Yeah?

Guess who got the lead in the play!

Really?!

Oh, my goodness! You're playing the wife?

Forget the wife! Diane's Willy Loman!

Willy? I hope that's short for "Willamina."

No. I'm the lead.

The male lead.

This is amazing!

Diane!

Oh, my... Oh, my goodness! Oh, my g...

What, uh... What happ... What happened with Quinn?

He was close, but Diane edged him out.

He didn't even know what to do with his hands.

Oh.

God. Now I don't know what to do with my hands.

But... Just...

Ex-Excuse me.

S-Sweetheart, put them... Put them in your pockets.

I don't know if I should do it. The show's in three days.

I've had a stomachache ever since I heard.

Oh, that's not a stomachache.

That's your ovaries revolting.

Girls shouldn't play boys' roles.

And I'm not liking him in this yellow bib.

Ruby, stop judging my babies...

Both of them.

Diane, I know this seems like a lot,

but you are gonna be amazing!

I mean, I still regret

not playing Hamlet in high school.

Why didn't you?

I wasn't cast.

But I would've crushed it.

Diane, Willy Loman.

Willy Loman!

It is one of the greatest roles in American theater,

and a young Black woman

doesn't get the chance to do it every day.

And shouldn't do it any day!

It's confusing for the audience

and for God.

Oh, my gosh.

If the Rapture comes during the show,

he might miss you because you're wearing pants.

But I already wear pants.

I'm gonna miss you in Heaven, baby.

She doesn't know what she's talking about.

You're gonna find that in life,

there are people that try to hold you back.

You and I have the same person.

Okay.

Do you want to do this?

I do.

Then we're doing it.

Okay! I'm Willy Loman!

Oh, my God!

Hashtag Black girl magic!

Hashtag Black girl magic!

Hey, Dad, what's our picnic basket sitch?

Why would I know that?

Well, Niecy is taking me to the Hollywood Bowl,

and she has got a whole night planned.

She really knows how to romance a guy.

Okay, this stops now, all right?

No more dates for you until I teach you how to be a man.

What... What am I doing wrong?

Everything.

Boy, you are a mess.

Oh, this is nice, Pops.

We... We should do this more often.

You got to be alpha.

Stop all this beta male stuff.