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The towel? It's absolutely terrible.

He said you just go up and over

and burrito him.

They'll be in college soon.

Your Highness.

Need to find you a crown.

We're pretty good together.

These L.A. actors,

they come out here, right? They do their little stint

in theater just to feel better about themselves.

- I'm here for the right reasons. - Let's get this over with, shall we?

- You got the part. - Wait, I'm sorry. What?

They think the nanny will sell tickets.

I did everything wrong by you,

and you've done everything right.

Look. It's Kevin.

Yo.

This is my biological father.

Wow. Well, that probably is gonna be

a longer conversation, but it's good to meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Long signal pass.

Baltimore hopping out of an eight man front.

Namath throwing deep.

Sauer, gets wide, get it,

he was there.

He had an inside step on Lenny Miles...

Beer.

Mommy.

Rebecca, you and your sister

need to play somewhere else.

Your father's trying to watch the game.

Rick Volk, number 21,

uh, coming with a fake

safety blitz and he goes up top.

So that, um, is in pretty good...

He doesn't get all the glory of Rocky Bleier

or Franco Harris, but he's been a great...

Jack.

Jack.

Jack!

Yeah.

Sorry.

No. I refuse to be my mother

staring at my father as he stares at the television.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

I think Cincinnati's looked a little tired...

So teach me.

Teach me football.

We got an offensive line...

- Mm-hmm. - defensive line. Quart...

- End zone, end zone. - End zone, quarterback...

There's Bradshaw straight back...

You suck, Bradshaw!

- Come on, man. - Babe...

The man has three Super Bowl rings.

- Give him a break. - Yeah, he also

had Franco wide open in the flat.

You're a freakin' bum, Bradshaw.

You're a freakin' bum.

Typical Bradshaw.

Super Bowl!

Mm! Mwah!

Oh.

- Time to tailgate! - Oh, already?

Yeah, babe. I got to move. Froggy's wants me to sing

at their pre-game party.

- Super Bowl Sunday? - Yeah.

Biggest crowd of the whole year.

- And we get to drink for free. - Oh, yeah.

So be there early, okay?

I'll be there before Bradshaw even begins

warming up his old noodle arm.

Whoa. Easy on Bradshaw, babe.

Uh-huh. Not in this house.

- That's my girl. - Hmm.

Are Miguel and Shelly gonna make it?

Yeah. They're gonna meet us there, you know,

depending on if they can get a babysitter,

and one that doesn't show up completely

stoned out of her gourd this time.

Why do people have kids?

No idea.

All right.

You okay?

Stop.

Randall, wake the hell up.

You almost put a chemo pill

in your shake.

Oh.

Uncle Kevin,

why are you writing in your book?

Play, sweetheart. It's a play,

and the director wants me doing scene work.

You seem to be doing a lot of writing.

Well, I seem to be getting a lot of direction, William.

Tell you what. You got a great voice.

You ever do any voice-over work?

Well, you should.

Really. I mean, you could be a...

like a... like a... like an owl in a Pixar movie,

- right? - Yeah.

No offense.

Not sure why I would take offense to that.

Oh, I don't do blueberries.

- Me neither. - Since when?

- Since now. - Yeah.

It's not the taste, right?

It's the texture of the skin, it's gross.

Yeah. I don't want blueberries either.

Yeah. Understood. Uh, any other dietary restrictions

I should let the staff know about?

No, man. You're busy. I'll just, you know,

I'll make a list for you later when I get some time.

Thanks, buddy.

You need to put something in your stomach, William.

Toast, pills, juice. That's the order. Okay?

Is that medicine?

Do you have a cold, Grandpa?

- Grandpa's fine. - No. They're just vitamins.

So.

You, uh, told the girls that he's Grandpa,

but not that he's sick. Right?

That's ballsy.

Hey, so, Kevin, uh,

it's been a few days now, you know,

since you showed up. Without calling.

Right. And... and it's great to see you.

I was just sort of wondering...

How do I say this politely?

When are you leaving?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Oh.

Yeah.

No, I mean, come on. I can, I... I can, um...

I can get out of here whenever. I just... I...

I saw this as an opportunity to hang with you two,

you know, and the girls, but, uh...

Plus I... honestly, this play, guys,

- it's kicking my ass a little, You know? - Mm.

And it's so lonely at that hotel.

I mean, I got this big suite all to myself

but I guess the bigger the hotel room, the emptier it can feel.

You know? I'm sitting there. I got that

800 thread count sheets. I got the endless

minibar snacks. You got the fancy oatmeal soaps,

plush robes and all I can do is sit there

and think about how...

quiet it is.

- We'll take it. - What's that?

Uh, the hotel. Beth and I, we'll take it, tonight.

- No, Randall. - Where are we gonna

- get a sitter? - No, We got two family members

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - living in our house for free.

One of them played a nanny on TV.

- No. - No, actually, an au pair.

Technically, I played an au pair on TV.

There's a difference. A lot of people don't know that.

I was... an au pair.

They were gonna call the show,

What Au Pair, but The...

Manny tested better. I-I can watch the girls.

- I'm-a go pack. - Okay.

- I'm-a go pack right now. - Wait.

Good morning.

- Hey. - Hi.

Breakfast in bed?

Yeah.

What did I do to deserve this?

I don't know.

You've done a lot of really nice things for me,

so I wanted to return the favor.

Oh. By cutting up cardboard into little squares

and putting it in a bowl?

Those are cheese squares.

- Oh, yum. - Hmm.

Yeah. What's on top?

Oh, hemp seed.

Hemp seeds on top?

Mm-hmm.

Boy, you really buried the lede.

Now I'm in.

What? You're not

gonna have any nonsense made-up food?

No. Getting weighed at our meeting this afternoon.

You know what?

So am I.

I probably shouldn't eat, either. Damn.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, what do you want to do after the meeting?

I was thinking miniature golf. Last time,

I was like, 20 under going into the 18th,

but that little windmill

owns my ass.

I can't. Steelers.

- Sunday Night Football. - Hmm.

Saturday Night Football.

With who?

Oh, no one. Just me.