Single Parents

Okay, so it happened... Poppy and Douglas broke up.

Doomsday scenario.

Possibly catastrophic for the group.

I dialed 3-1-1. They were not helpful.

Does anybody know what happened?

Who we mad at? Poppy? Douglas?

A sexy, sexy stranger yet to be revealed?

Whoa. Easy, Angie. It's no one's fault.

I mean, she wants a baby, he doesn't.

It's too bad, because I love a mixed baby.

Half old, half young.

That would've been so cute.

How are Rory and the twins handling it?

The kids don't know.

Poppy and Douglas haven't dealt with their own feelings yet.

They can't help their kids until they help themselves.

So that's why we're meeting here.

School on a Sunday... guaranteed kid-free zone.

You know what else is a no-kid zone?

A bar.

- Stop it. - We should hit up a bar!

You mean like we did yesterday and the day before?

Yeah, whatever. We're single, we're drinking!

- You're paying! - I am.

Damn, Angie, ever since you broke up with Colin,

- y'all been in the groove. -

All right, we got to stop. Our friends are hurting,

and they should not be left alone.

So I say we split up

and collectively be the custom-made bra

that supports our two wildly different-sized friends.

- I'll take Douglas. - Not Poppy, your best friend?

That makes more sense. I just like answering quickly.

All right, Miggy, let's get to Douglas.

He has the emotional intelligence

of a 1950s auto exec,

so we probably won't even notice anything's wrong with him.

What do you want?

Ang, am I doing the right thing?

Yes, of course!

You want a baby up in there.

You gotta do what you gotta do

to put a baby up in there.

I'm sorry I said it that way.

Me too, but okay.

You're right.

I mean, it's not like if you want another kid,

you can just wait forever.

Bottom line... you're gonna be fine.

I mean, better than fine... you're gonna be great.

Things might even be too good for you.

You might even end up murdered,

because that's just the way things go.

- - It's Derek.

He's here to pick up Graham.

They're doing a photo shoot

with Graham's LEGO Star Wars thingy around LA landmarks.

Yeah, first stop... the star on the Walk of Fame

where Harrison Ford is buried.

Okay, Ang, you know those stars

aren't where those people are buried, right?

Also, Harrison Ford is completely alive.

- Oh. -

All right. Wow. I'm about to meet Derek.

- How should I play this? -

Full bitch mode?

Polite but cold? Or...

we going to jail tonight?

No, actually, things are pretty good

between me and Derek right now.

He's really stepping it up as a co-parent.

He's renting a couch,

he's leasing a Honda.

He's, like, really trying.

Ang, you don't have a crush on Derek, do you?

- - No. No.

Yeah, so you feel nothing, right?

Nothing.

Hey. I hope it's kosh

that I parked my four-door car in the driveway.

It's actually five, if you count the trunk.

Six if you count the gas thingy.

Hi. I'm Poppy...

Angie's best friend, Godmother to your child.

Yeah, I've wiped his butt, and you haven't.

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Starting over.

Hi, I'm Poppy.

Poppy, yes, yes.

The little dude has told me so much about you.

I heard you have a blue shirt!

I mean, you're not wearing it now,

but I still believe him.

Check it! Where are we taking this bad boy first?

The Hollywood Sign? The Observatory?

The Chaz Dean billbo...

Oh, no!

Nooooo!

My life's work!

Why, God, whyyyyy?!

Oh. That stinks. But you know what?

Everything you're feeling, channel it to create something new.

Use that... force.

I got it. I got it.

Oh, man.

Man, just you wait!

Aww.

Wow.

That "force" thing was amazing.

- Did you think of that? - Yeah, I think so.

But the whole "thinking on the fly" thing,

I learned that from you.

- Nuh-uh. - Yuh-huh.

- Nuh-uh! - Yuh-huh!

Nuh-uh.

- Yuh-huh. -

- Nuh-uh! - Yuh-huh.

Yuh-huh.

- -

This is wrong, man.

I don't think he wants us here. We should bounce.

This whole thing is making my shingles flare up.

Miggy, he needs us.

Trust the expert.

Strong, masculine, but present.

Watch.

Heya, baby boy. Whatcha makin'?

- Breakfast. - 2:00 p.m. breakfast?

Hell, yeah. Very European.

If you say so.

Listen, I'd like to say

that I appreciate you being here,

but I don't.

Okay?

So let me just be alone, please.

Oh, fo sho, fo sho.

We hear you, and we ain't gonna be near you.

Come on, Will. Let's go to that new cream cheese restaurant.

Miggy, we can go to Schmear's Lookin' At You later.

Douglas, I know this is hard to hear,

but we're not going anywhere.

In fact, we're just gonna stand here

and exude quiet strength until you're ready to...

Really?

I know you think you want to be alone,

but that's not what you need.

You need your bros.

And they here.

So, come on. Let's. Dive. In.

All right.

Maybe I do need some company today.

I'm gonna go freshen up and fire up the Norelco,

put on a clean shirt,

and then I'm gonna come back ready to heal.

Good.

Thank you, guys.

Proud of you.

You see that?

The process works.

Did you just kiss your own shoulder?

I did. You can do it, too, if you want.

You didn't earn it, but you can do it, too.

- Nah, I'm good. -

This is shaping up to be a red-letter day for ol' Coop.

Helping Douglas out, teaching you how to support a friend...

- - It's a good day.

- It's a really good day. -

- - Yeah, he's driving away.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, ultimately, I'm cool

because it was bound to happen, right?

I mean, Douglas and I are so different.

I can't just keep being sad about this.

I need to move on. Can't keep looking back.

That's right! You're like a dog with a cone...

healing without looking back.

- - Ow, my head.

Oh, my God.

This poor LEGO man's got no face.

Oh.

It's just turned around the wrong way in his helmet.

Hey, Poppy, I don't mean to drop any eaves on you,

but is that really the healthiest perspective?

Excuse me?

Well, I just mean that the past is a gift,

and it helps us grow.

If you really care about Douglas, why forget him?

That doesn't feel fair to either of you.

Whoa. Uh, Derek, can we talk? I'm gonna come down.

- You'll come down? Yeah.

Hello. Um, what you just said...

Stupid.

- I'm sorry. - No.

Uh, it was weirdly wise.

I was kind of into it.

But that's not what we're doing here, okay?

We're validating, not challenging.

Ohh, so tell her what she wants to hear?

Like an echo chamber?

Yeah, exactly!

Exactly. Exactly.