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People always say they hate being labeled.

They don't want to be seen as just one thing.

But let's be honest... We need labels.

When things aren't clearly labeled,

it can cause problems.

Come on!

Who put the mom jeans in the men's section?!

And even in families,

labels can be a pretty useful shorthand.

But sometimes people... Just like pants...

Have the wrong label...

while others act in ways that surprise you.

And that's when things get confusing.

- Oh. Mom. - Yes.

Uh, which one for Laura's party...

This one or this one?

- I like that one! - Okay, great.

What? Wait, what are you do... That's my shirt!

Ugh!

She's doing you a favor, baby.

Up top.

- Okay. - Mm!

What kind of party is this gonna be?

Who's gonna be there?

What time are you coming home?

Dad, can you check her?

Bow, the girl is about to go to college, okay?

It's basically a courtesy that she's even asking us.

She could've lied and said she's gonna study.

Could've. Didn't.

You're welcome.

- Up top again. - So annoying.

Hey! Junior. Come over here.

- Why? - You want to go out tonight?

Sure. What are you in the mood for?

Dinner, a show?

It's been forever since we went dancing.

That was so much fun!

No, I meant with your sister.

You want to go to a party?

- Ooh! - What?! Why?!

Is this because of the shirt?

It's not not because of the shirt.

You guys are gonna have so much fun. Huh?

Trust me.

I'm in, so long as you and I

are still on for tomorrow at the farmers market.

Yeap.

I've got my eye on some local honey

that will help with my allergies.

- I'm gonna go get changed. - Mm-hmm.

- This is so unfair. - Really?

It is.

- He's a lame. - Exactly.

And I want him to keep an eye on her.

- Bow. - Ha.

She's got a good head on her shoulders.

We can trust her.

Look, Dre, it is the end of senior year.

- Mm-hmm. - This is when all these kids slip up.

They think they're grown, but they're still dumb kids.

- She's 17 years old, Dre. - Yes.

I remember where I was at 17.

- The library. - Yes!

Why would you s-say it like that?

He's gonna embarrass her, Bow.

- He's not gonna embarrass her. - What?

Okay. Party cloak or formal cloak?

I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard.

Lame.

Was that an "L"?

Yeah, for "I love you, Junior."

He loves you so much.

Party cloak, sweetie.

The purple... it'll bring out your eyes.

- Yeah? - Hey, Pops.

What the hell's going on over here, man?

Nothing.

Are you playing E-40?

- No! - I didn't know you liked E-40.

- Pops, I like E-40. - No, you don't.

- Yes, I... - We'll keep the music down.

"We"?

- You got somebody over here? - No.

Oh, hey.

Rhonda? I didn't even know you were in town.

What the hell you doing here?

Dad and I are on the mission to find the best sandwich in L.A.

- I like sandwiches. - You don't like sandwiches.

- Yes, I do. - No, you don't.

Okay. I see how it is.

Always the two of you.

All right, well, look, could you keep the music down?

This is a civilized community.

Sure thing, boss.

I love that song.

- You found me! - Oh, my God!

I've been hiding for two hours.

- Ohh! - Two!

- Did you find Jack yet? - Uh, I'm still looking for him.

You weren't looking, were you?

- Mm? - You forgot.

Okay, yes, I did. I forgot.

I have a growing parasite inside my belly

that is sucking all the power from my brain.

So you just need to lower your expectations, okay?

Mommy's doing her best.

Why do they tell women they can have it all?

Did I win?

I've been hiding in the dryer for 2 1/2 hours.

Mom stopped looking for us.

We're forgotten children.

Which means no one will know

if we do the things

that they always tell us not to do.

You mean like join the white man's army?

You've been hanging out with Pops too much.

So, what should we do first?

Mom said never to lay a finger on that vase!

But we're motherless children.

Catch!

Wow! This is festive!

I'd like to find Laura's parents and thank them.

Do you think they're upstairs or downstairs?

Or in St. Lucia.

- Hey! - Hi, Zoey!

There are no parents here?

But there are some adults present,

like an aunt or a trusted nanny...?

Nope... just that guy

who graduated from our school two years ago.

Okay. Dude, I'm begging you.

Please try and be cool.

Not a problem.

I am cool!

Yes! Fruit punch! Yeah!

I'm not with him.

Zoey!

Zoey?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but...

this punch smells like Pops' room.

I think there's alcohol in it.

Okay, dude, this is a high-school party,

so chill out.

You don't have to drink it.

All right.

I read about this.

It was bound to happen sometime.

Keep a cool head.

I'm at a rager.

Oh, my God.

You're the reason they should bring bullying back.

Joke's on you.

Never went away.

Ha ha!

I ain't believe that.

Dre. Me and Rhonda are going down to the track.

You got some extra cash?

Grown-ass man asking his son for money.

Get a job, Earl!

- Hey, Mama, don't talk to him like that. - What?

This man put food on our table.

He worked his ass off for this family

until he sued that mattress company for reparations.

- That's right. Thank you, Rhonda. - Uh-huh.

Yeah, I was a breadwinner and a civil-rights pioneer.

And now that I'm retired, I've taken up mentoring

several inexperienced gamblers down at Hollywood Park.

That's my daddy... philanthropic.

Still giving back.

Whatever. Pops, I ain't got nothin' on me.

That's okay... I know where you keep the money

- hidden in your drawer upstairs. - Unh-unh, Earl!

Dre's cupcake money is my petty cash!

Earl!

Oh, Earl!

Why do you always defend him?

Come on, Dre. We both have our favorite parent.

You chose Mom.

That wasn't even a choice.

She's the good one.

Dad cheats on everything... His taxes, his wife, Monopoly.

The man keeps a Park Place card in his pocket.

Dude, Mom's hardly a saint.

What has she ever done?!

Okay, well, I don't know she blew up Dad's boat.

- Mm-hmm. - Shot him.

- Mm-hmm. - Blew up his other boat.

- Mm-hmm. - Shot him again.

You reachin'.

She had an affair with Mr. Caldwell.

My gym teacher?

No. No. No way. No way.

Now, how you think you got an "A" in gym?

I...

Attaboy, Dre. You got it.

Thanks, Coach Dad.

No wonder he had Thanksgiving with us.

Mama, can I ask you something?

This is totally normal.