Unexpected

Periodically, on the road of life,

it is helpful to stand back and ask yourself...

"What were the events that led me to this place?"

Maybe we should start at the beginning.

I'm Bob.

And this is Amy.

We fell in love.

Got married.

And then...

- That wasn't so bad, was it? - Mm-mm.

Even with another round of IVF,

I'd put your chances of getting pregnant again

between two and three percent.

Do you think it's closer to two or three?

Amy, I don't think it's gonna happen.

Oh.

Oh, you poor woman.

It must be so horrible to have to tell people

things like that.

It's the worst.

I know lots of nice people that don't have kids.

Oh! Oh, really? Oh, that's great.

You know, there's my Aunt Sally and--

Oh. Sally?

Don't say Don.

- Don't say Don. - Her husband Don.

Don. Stupid Don.

- I... I... I'm not... - God!

God! You know what?

I just-- I keep thinking that I did something wrong.

- What? - Yeah.

- No, no, no. - What is it? What did I do?

- No, no, no. - In college?

You... you can't... you can't think that. Okay?

You are perfect. You're perfect.

Maybe it's me. We don't know.

- It could be you. - Yeah!

It could be you. It could be you.

- It could be you. - Probably.

Probably it's you. It is you.

No, wait. No. No. Oh, I am not gonna give up, Bob.

I'm not. There is a play for us.

And we just-- we don't see it yet.

But this is not over.

- It's not? - No. No, no.

Oh, come on.

What do you think about the adoption idea?

Oh, I'm not, uh--

- I need a little more time. - Hmm.

- Uh... - Hmm.

Can I just think about it some more?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can think about it.

Think about it.

I mean, I'm sad, too, you know?

Oh.

No, I know. I know. I know.

Bob, sit.

Could you close the door?

The Under Death review, I can't use it.

What was wrong with it?

You just wrote the word "“lies"” 912 times.

How long did you want it?

You know as well as I do that we need to balance

our critiques with a respect for the artists and their fans.

I'm so depressed.

They think you're working out something personal,

and I do, too.

It's this whole trying-to-have-a-kid thing.

I feel like such a failure.

Look, I just think your head's not in the right place.

- Bill, I need this job. - Oh.

Hmm.

Okay. Okay.

Look. Um...

I'm gonna need to take you off rock and roll reviews

for a while.

I think...

Well, try a new area of music.

Something fresh.

Hey. What do you know about world music?

Mm.

Mm!

Do you remember when I was sharing

that house up on Lafayette with Nancy?

One day, we were doing laundry

and she just picked up a load, and she tossed it in,

and she didn't know that her cat Pumpkin was in it.

When Pumpkin hit the spin cycle,

it kinda sounded like this.

But, you know, you can kinda get into it

if you picture a cat caught in a washing machine.

I'm a clean kitty.

I'm a real clean kitty!

Spin cycle!

Oh! You is no fun!

I am now a world music critic.

Mm-hmm.

World music critics are no fun, Amy.

Because world music is no fun.

Covering rock and roll is a cool job.

Covering world music is a pity job.

I have been given a pity job because I am no longer fit

to be with civilized people.

You're fit to be with me.

We fit.

Hmm. A perfect fit.

I crazy love you.

I crazy love you, too.

Here you go, Deedee.

Yeah?

- Oh, yeah. - Thank you.

There you go.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- I'll be right here, Deedee. -Oh, okay.

Thank you.

"A charming, rustic, fixerupper.

Perfect, family home."

I need to know that I have your absolute trust

in this, okay?

And you know that I would only have our best intentions

at hand, okay? Do you trust me?

I need to know that I have your absolute trust

in this. Because if I don't...

Do you love me, Bob? 'Cause...

And how was your day, dear?

Angels are singing!

This is the same house?

Oops!

What?

Okay, great. Now, just center it.

Okay. A little to the right.

More to the right.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Just, um, a little back to the left.

Left. Okay. Now, down. Down.

I hate this piece.

So, what do you want for dinner?

I don't care.

- Chinese? - No.

- Pizza? - No.

So, what do you want for dinner?

I don't care.

-Indian. Oh, yeah.

I love Indian.

Actually, I don't like Indian.

I'm just saying, now that we have room,

it might be nice to have a little animal

hopping around the house.

Well, you sort of hop when you walk.

If you worked on it, we wouldn't need an animal.

Oh.

Maybe it would be good for you to have a pet, you know?

Something to take your mind off of yourself.

Justine has a rabbit.

It's a sign.

And so, started the short and tragic tale

of Binky the rabbit.

I was thinking that maybe we could call him Binky.

Go, let him down so he can go explore

his new house.

Oh. I have his cage all set up and it's very simple.

Just food, and water, and--

Oh. There's a chance that maybe we could litter box train him.

Justine did say that her bunny bites electrical cords,

but I'm sure that that's just hers.

Ow!

He bit me!

Well, I'm sure that'll pass, too.

You should hold him for a while.

He'll just bite me.

Well, maybe that's how he shows affection.

You love me.

But you've never bitten me.

At least you've never drawn blood.

Does he love the lamps, too?

Are you sure you don't wanna hold him?

I'll pass.

What?

You wanna get out?

Hmm?

Hi.

Hi. Yeah, come on.

Hi, pal.

That's all right. That's all right.

Hi.

Hi.

No, no! No, no, no, no! Hey, come back! Come back!

Binky! Binky!

Binky! Binky!

Binky, where did you go?

Where did he go?

Binky?

Binky?

Binky!

Okay. Okay.

Now, we get it. Okay.

Oh, I hear you.

I have your favorite snack.

My fingers.

Okay, okay.