The first 200 lines.
Previously on This Is Us...
I see it all so clearly.
I see myself walking her down the aisle,
and afterwards coming over here and raising a toast to her
and her husband at the reception.
You're never gonna be good enough for her, Jack.
- Say again? - Jack?
Hey, Bec. I...
Oh!
It was hot out there, and he just had a few too many.
Hey, why don't we get you home.
I think it's time for you to get back to L.A.,
live your own life.
I think that's what's next for me... by the time I'm 40,
I'm gonna have a wife, I'm gonna have a kid...
- the whole shebang. - You should probably date somebody first.
You don't seem like yourself today.
You had a few, uh...
mix-ups?
I think I need to see a doctor.
Ooh, I hate CrossFit Toby.
My CrossFit group text is going crazy.
Kate, will you grab my phone?
_
Thanksgiving may be over,
but one more thing that I'm thankful for is
what a great traveler Jack is.
Unlike...
the screamer in row eight.
Hey, can you, uh, put Jack in his crib?
I am... beat.
Uh...
yeah.
Hey, are, uh...
Are we okay?
I thought we got past Avocado-gate.
We did. I'm just tired.
Well, the daggers shooting
out of your eyes tell a different story, so...
Why don't you just text Lady Kryptonite
and ask her what her opinion is?
La...
You... you were looking through my phone?
No. I was...
taking a cute picture of you and Jack,
when I saw you trash-talking me on your CrossFit text chain.
Oh, man.
Kate...
you and I were just in a...
we were in a weird place,
and I... had to vent,
and I made a mistake and I'm sorry.
Okay, I mean, you guys are obviously close,
because she has an opinion about me and our marriage.
Her name is Kara, all right? And no, we are not close.
I mean, I'm not closer to her
than I am anyone else at the gym.
All right? There's, like, eight people on this text chain.
Men and women. You can read the whole thing.
It's mostly just us talking about glycemic index.
Kate...
we are just friends.
I promise you have nothing to worry about.
I would not look you in the eye and lie to you, okay?
Okay.
When you tell me something, I believe you.
'Cause that's how we roll.
Thank you.
Let's just get past this.
- Mm-hmm. - 'Cause we have a beautiful son,
- and it's almost Christmas. - That's right.
Oh, God.
Kev hired a matchmaker.
Yeah, so, it's the altitude, you know?
The oxygen in Ethiopia does something to the beans.
Wow, that's so cool.
Yeah. I know. So, what do you do for a living?
I just got my PhD in molecular biology.
Huh.
You're way too smart for me and my little bean fact,
- aren't you? - Yeah, I-I think so.
Well...
Merry Christmas.
Man.
All the best neurologists are booked
through the holidays.
Okay, I'm off.
I made you a protein shake for the road.
Oh. Thanks.
Found it on the CrossFit blog.
You're the sweetest. Thanks.
Uh, I should go. I.T. solutions wait for no man.
Mmm.
There's nothing like coffee from Ethiopia.
Yes. See? This is what I keep telling everyone.
At least Ethiopians are good for something, right?
Hmm.
Yeah.
I really got to get a new matchmaker.
Happy New Year.
Okay, and trust me,
she's the best neurologist in L.A.
All right. Well, I'll call her first thing after New Year's.
I'm way ahead of you.
I've been wearing the doctor down and made us an appointment.
Us?
You coming out for this?
This family flies across country at the drop of a hat,
and this is actually important, Miguel, so of course I'm coming.
- Got it. Okay. - Will you do me a favor, please?
- Four. Three. Two. One. - Don't tell Kate or Kevin.
Happy New Year!
Shut up and lay one on me.
I'm sorry.
I got a little carried away with the fr-free gin and tonics
- at the golf course. - Mm.
Probably should have had more than just toast for breakfast.
My dad seemed kind of upset.
Did something happen between the two of you?
No.
- No. - I know he can come across a little...
old-fashioned, but...
once you get to know him, he really is the best.
Yeah, no, he... yeah, he's great. Mm-hmm.
Maybe just...
take it easy on the G and Ts on Saturday night?
Saturday night?
That's... it's my dad's big birthday party, remember?
Yeah.
I wouldn't miss it.
Are you sure you don't want to come stay at my place?
I know you don't love it here.
No, this place, this place is like the Ritz.
Oh, yeah, my butler, he's on vacation,
but, you know, when he gets back, it's...
It's fine.
Just temporary.
Okay.
You're two weeks late on rent, Pearson.
You know, they-they didn't have a whole lot of shifts
at the gas station this week.
I take cash or check. No excuses.
You have till the end of the week.
Got it.
Hey.
- Hmm? - It's gonna be okay.
And remember, we've got an episode
of World of Dance waiting for us on that DVR when we get home.
- It's the duels night. - Oh.
Your favorite round.
- Hmm. - So...
So, Randall, the councilman office
has you busy with work these days?
Every time I knock out one thing,
six more pop up in its place.
Well, you really didn't need to fly
all the way across the country for a preliminary memory test.
Which your mom is gonna ace, by the way.
I'm sure she will.
But I pulled a lot of strings to get this appointment,
and I am happy to be here.
I'm sorry to keep asking you to keep this to yourself,
but you know, Kate has a lot on her plate with Jack,
and Kevin is focused on his sobriety...
I get it.
Rebecca Pearson?
Yeah. I'm her son, Randall Pearson.
Nice to finally meet the man behind the 47 emails.
- Thank you so much for squeezing us in like this. - Mm-hmm.
Hi, I'm Rebecca.
And this is my husband Miguel.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
I'm Dr. Whitaker.
I'll be administering the test, which will assess your memory
- and language skills. - Any chance we can get the answers today?
I'm in from out of town, so...
If you don't mind hanging out for a bit,
I can go over the results this afternoon.
It's mac and cheese day at the cafeteria.
- Great. - Oh.
- Right this way, Rebecca. - Okay.
Um... I'm gonna be fine, guys.
- What do you think? - Gross.
I wouldn't even wear that thing if I was dead.
Kev, I'm throwing Toby a Jimmy Buffet-themed surprise party.
- He has to have a Hawaiian shirt. - Sure.
Oh, and I bought Jack this cute little Hawaiian outfit.
Look at you going all out for Toby's birthday, huh?
I don't know. I just think that if I show him that
I'm accepting his CrossFit buddies
in all of their tire-flipping glory
by inviting them over...
Even trash-talking Lady Dynamite?
It's Kryptonite.
Oh. I hate her even more.
I found these really cute
pineapple string lights.
Ha! They are super on theme,
and you can use them to strangle that monster
who's been talking smack about you
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