Wilfred

Where's your ex?

She's been out sick all week.

Oh... oh, I get it.

She's all embarrassed to show her face now

'cause you tapped it and scrapped it, right?

You down with O.P.P.?

Wilfred: Sorry, sorry...

Sorry I'm late, everyone. Sorry.

Jen. Hair looks great today.

Whoa...

Scotty boy!

Did you see the bachelorette last night?

Brutal.

Jeremy: Okay.

Listen up.

This morning, Kanner-McKay announced the results

of their phase three trials of their cancer drug...

Ahead of schedule, and, uh...

Well, what can I say?

We lost.

They beat us.

All of our investors have, uh...

Jumped ship.

What? Oh, no, no..

We're screwed.

Me, speaking, you, quieting down.

Go.

Ah...

Now, I know that you're all worried about your jobs.

And I understand that.

But my grandfather

was once trapped

inside a mine

for 15 days.

And everyone around him

had lost hope.

But not my pepaw.

He looked at those men,

and he said,

"us.

"Digging out of here.

Go."

And ten years later,

he owned that mine!

And my grandfather

never gave up hope, and neither should you.

You should refuse

to see this situation as a defeat...

But rather

as an opportunity

to do something even better, even bigger!

Because this I know:

You will dig yourselves out of this mine,

and you will emerge even stronger,

and you will change the world!

Baby!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to call the wife.

Aw, man!

That was some inspirational shit!

First I'm like, "I cannot afford to lose this job right now,"

but it's just like Jeremy said, you know? We gotta...

Man.

When someone shoots themselves in the face,

it's just like... Dude.

I don't want to cast a darker shadow

on an already tragic day,

but I think someone may have eaten part of Jeremy's brains.

Hey, kristen.

Uh, thanks for ignoring my calls all morning.

Where have you been?

Oh. Right. Your checkup thing.

That's right, Ryan, my checkup thing.

For my pregnancy thing, which you are now 30 minutes late for.

You said you'd be here, Ryan. People in the waiting room

were looking at me like I was a slut.

It's just... I'm not in a good place right now.

Everything went to shit two weeks ago, and...

That's right, Ryan.

That was two whole weeks. Move on.

Scott, that is not my vagina! Look,

I need you to be here for me.

I do not want to be all alone

in that delivery room.

Can't you just... Ask someone else?

Thanks for nothing, Ryan.

Uh-oh.

Jenna's out of town.

Two single boys with no jobs and nothing to do, whoo-hoo!

Come on, let's get started. I don't feel like going out.

But you've been sitting on your ass doing nothing all week.

So?

My life sucks right now.

Look, I wish I could press the reset button, but I can't.

I'm just trying to take care of myself.

Yeah.

And judging by the rigidity of your load sock,

you've been taking care of yourself quite a bit.

What do you want? Look...

You're depressed. I get it.

You know what I do when I'm feeling down?

I get outside myself and do some good in the world.

Yeah, right. I do.

Remember when I mauled that black teenager's face the other day?

You think I did that because he had ice cream on his cheek?

No. I did it because

I hoped it would help him go on to be the next seal.

Wait, you did what? It's called service, Ryan.

And you can start by making me breakfast.

I usually eat at 9:15 sharp,

and it's already approaching... 9:17!

Come on, I'm kind of freaking out here.

This is why we had to rush over here... her cat?

I appreciate you both coming on such short notice.

There, there, mum.

Oh, wilfred.

Uh, okay, the thing is... and it's not a big deal...

it's just, I like to have my paw on top.

I know how much mittens meant to you.

She was my best friend.

Okay, uh, maybe you didn't hear me the first time.

And again, it's not a big deal, uh, but...

I usually have my paw on top.

Don't know how I can be any more clear about that.

As you can see, I'm kind of a mess right now.

Look, I...

Be cool, wilfred. She's grieving.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you, sweetheart.

You are just glowing

with the spirit of motherhood.

Thanks.

So is the baby a mulatto?

What? No, mom.

So you're no longer exclusively into black love?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

You know what?

Uh, kristen could really use some help

preparing for the baby. Ryan.

Ryan: I mean, that's what I do when I'm feeling down.

I get outside myself and do some good in the world.

Hey, you stole my line.

You know what I say to people when they steal my lines?

I say, "hey, hey, hey",

it's fat Albert."

Kristen,

I-I would love to help you with your baby.

I delivered mitten's kittens.

Most of them lived.

It would be so wonderful to be there for you.

Um, well...

I could use all the help I can get.

Watch the baby.

It's a terrible idea.

I wouldn't recommend her leaving the grounds.

In fact, I think we should discuss

a more managed care situation.

But I thought she was getting better.

Well, some people take a turn for the worse,

especially after losing someone close to them.

Even if it was a cat.

Mom's gonna be crushed.

Look, she's been very resistant to this idea.

It would really help ease the transition

if one of you could convince her

that this is in her best interest.

I know this is difficult.

And if you need to talk to someone,

here's the number of a good therapist.

He really helped me through a tough time

after I was...

Raped.

Hmm.

Shall I show you our managed care facility?

Wilfred: Ryan, I know the timing

couldn't possibly be any worse,

but I think someone may have

dug up mittens and eaten part of the corpse.

Kristen: Come on, Ryan.

Catherine: Did Dr. Cahill

talk to you about that...

Managed care thing?

Yeah.

Well, what do you think? Do you think I'm that crazy?

Of course not.

But he is the doctor, right?

Do you remember that?

When I used to help you paint?

Yeah.

You were so talented.

You had such a gift that I gave you.

And now you kids are all grown up

and you don't need me any more.

Of course, when you did need me,

I really wasn't there.

I will always regret that.