The Neighborhood

Here you go.

Two chops, two strips.

Run me my meat!

Yes, Chef!

I used context clues

to figure out you needed more steaks.

Uh, would you put these out and stop saying, "Yes, Chef"?

Yes, Chef.

Sorry, Chef.

Quite a yardecue you're throwing.

Oh, babe, we had to celebrate.

I mean, the Fuse Box is finally in the black.

Hallelujah! Look, not that black.

Your profit was only $611.

That's still a profit. Well, yeah.

Then you decided to go and celebrate

and buy a thousand-dollar grill.

Oh. Ooh! No negative talk around my grill, Tina.

And by the way, I wouldn't eat that potato salad.

Miss Kim made it.

The only thing worse than the aftertaste

is the taste-taste.

I thought it was egg salad.

Hey, get away from that.

Dave, do you have any Worcestershire

in one of your 19 pockets?

No, but I've got something even better.

Check this out. Cruelty-free, low-sodium, small-batch,

locally-sourced, artisanal, heart-healthy rub.

Oh. Wow.

You say it's artisanal?

Yeah, yeah. What?

Ooh!

Still got it. Hey, Grover?

Come here. What do you need, Mr. Calvin?

Would you run to the corner store

and get me some Worcestershire,

a bag of ice, and play my number for me?

Six, nine, seven.

Straight or boxed?

Straight. Go on now.

I-I'll go with you.

Uh, Gemma, your son's a teenager now.

He can walk to Cresthaven by himself.

You're right. Hmm.

How did I become the mother of a teenager?

Well, it was 2010, and we were riding high

from that sexually charged Bonnie Raitt concert.

One thing led to another, and...

Yeah, yeah, I remember the night.

I just mean, he's grown so much, and I don't feel older.

Although my stomach's not feeling great.

Oh, I just had some of Miss Kim's bread pudding.

I thought those were enchiladas.

It's potato salad,

and I think we need to throw that out.

Gladly.

Hey, Pop. Sorry we're late.

Yeah, we were at Ernie's at the trivia tournament

with the Fuse Box staff. You should have stopped by.

Well, Marty, I'm not staff,

and neither are you.

We're management.

You shouldn't be blurring the lines like that.

Oh, come on, Dad. What would they have said

if I didn't show up?

They would say that you're the boss.

Yeah. I'm-I'm not like a... I'm not like a boss boss.

I'm a fun boss.

Malcolm was there.

Malcolm, tell Daddy how fun I was.

Oh, yeah, Pop.

They were making fun of Marty all day.

Not "fun of." "Fun with."

Marty. You can't get all buddy-buddy with the employees.

Listen, I've been doing this for a long time,

and I'm in it to make money, not be popular.

Yeah, well, I'm glad to hear you say that, Pop,

because from the way they were talking about you,

you are definitely not popular.

Behind!

Chef, if I may. You may not.

Well, I was actually going to agree with you.

Oh. Proceed.

Down at the VA, we've had a series

of mandatory three-hour, healthy workplace seminars,

which, by the way, are fantastic.

In my opinion, they should be six hours.

Anyway, what I've learned

is that properly managing power dynamics is crucial

to a healthy workplace.

Huh. Well, Dave, you know, for that,

you get to flip the steaks.

Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef.

Sorry, Chef. Sorry, Calvin.

Oh!

Y'all finished my cheesy, three-bean salad.

Good thing I got some more.

Did she just pull that out of her seat?

Nasty. Just nasty.

This is great. Oh, isn't it?

No, Marty.

I see people eating and chatting

and hoverboarding and TikTok-ing,

but you know what I don't see? What?

People working.

Our company repairs electric vehicles.

The vehicles are over there.

The people that I'm paying to work on them

are over there, but we don't make money

until they get together here.

Dad, for people in my generation,

work-life balance is key.

People work while they play. That's how work gets done.

That's not what work is.

My man.

Work isn't supposed to be fun.

That's why they call it "work."

It comes from the Latin-- "Bustus thy gluteus maximus."

Morning, Mr. B.

What up, nerd?

Courtney.

What the hell was that?

Oh, Dad, come on.

Courtney and I are old friends.

We worked together at JPL for years.

Well, you're not coworkers anymore, all right?

She works for you now.

This place will never be productive

if you keep treating it like a Dave & Buster's.

Okay. Dad,

I am co-owner of this company.

I have a say in how things are run.

And this-this is hardly a Dave & Buster's.

Where do you want this, boss?

A foosball table? Right over there.

Take it back to the store. I'm-I'm the boss.

I'm the boss.

Well, I ordered this.

Take it back. Got to pull it.

My man. My man.

And so I was like, "Ow, ow, ow!"

And that's when I took off my shoe,

and I realized it wasn't a pebble.

It was a Skittle.

Which you threw away?

Sure. In my mouth.

Aw. Why did I even ask you?

Oh, great. Let's hurry.

Why?

It's just that construction workers aren't very enlightened

when it comes to women. Okay.

Hey, excuse me? Just ignore them.

Your cans!

Wow. Original.

You want me to grab 'em?

In your dreams!

Okay, well,

your-your peaches fell out onto the sidewalk.

Oh, you mean those cans?

Yes, I will take those.

Thank you. Hey, no problem.

Have a great day, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Seemed pretty enlightened to me.

What do you know? You eat candy out of your shoe!

Really, Dad? A time clock?

Well, as you say, we're both bosses.

So if you decided

to let the employees have a foosball table, fine,

but I'm not going to pay them to use it.

So now they clock out when they start playing,

and when they're done, they clock back in.

Hey, hey!

Here you go, everyone.

You guys are all clocked out.

So as you guys like to say, turn up.

You aren't really doing this.

What's going on?

Oh, the cereal bar is closed.

If you're not here by 9:00 a.m.,

you miss breakfast.

Dad...

Cereal is not just for breakfast.

Yeah, Mr. B., us millennials are really

into hacking our metabolisms,

so we eat a lot of micro meals.

That's just snacking.

Your generation can't rename snacks.

I know snacks.

I've been a snacker.

I'm from a long line of snackers.

I keep a snack in the backpack, Jack.

So, you wanted these men to hoot at you?

No, it's gross.

I just want them to want to hoot at me.

I mean,

when you lose construction workers...

Gemma, listen to yourself.

I know. I know it's crazy, but...