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"And even though
it was way, way too short,

it's an accomplishment
that will stay with me forever."

No.

- What?
- Sam,

you can't write your college essay
about seeing an exotic dancer's boobies.

Why not? They asked
about my greatest accomplishments.

That's one of my greatest accomplishments.

You say you don't do any extracurriculars
because they're too crowded,

and you opted out of PE

because the mesh shorts ride
up your butt.

Why?

Because it's true.

Okay, well, in this case,
true is less important than appropriate.

Okay? They just wanna hear about you, Sam.

Who you are, what makes you tick.

What about your autism?

What about it?

Well, why don't you write about that?
I mean, you get good grades,

you've had the same job for over a year.

Those are major accomplishments
for anyone with ASD.

I mean, half the neurotypicals
I know can't even do that.

You're a real success story, Sam.

No.

- No?
- Autism isn't an accomplishment.

It's something I was born with.

You wouldn't write an essay

about having ten fingers
and ten toes, would you?

No, because that would be really,
really, really, really dumb.

So I'll stick with the boobs.

Take another crack at it, buddy.

Take another crack at it?
What does that even mean?

This is crazy.
I don't know how to do this.

So now I have to redo my entire essay
even though all I ever did...

- So how am I supposed to change that?
- Let me see.

Mm-hmm.Mm-hmm.

Yeah, this is garbage.
It's fun, but it's garbage.

What? Why?

You're being too honest.

You gotta... tell 'em
what they want to hear.

You gotta lie, dude.

I can't lie. I'm bad at it
and I don't like it. What's the point?

Well, Imagine if you didn't like your boss
at work.

I do. I like Bob.

I know, that's why I said "imagine."

If you lie and pretend
that you like them, you're fine.

But if you tell them the truth,

you get fired, you can't afford food,

and you get shanked for cutting in line
at the soup kitchen.

And then you die.

- Huh! That does make sense.
- Sometimes you have to lie to get by.

Oh, like how a polar bear cub will cover
its black nose

to blend in with the snow
when it's trying to hunt a seal.

Yeah, sure.

What I'm saying is
that lying is an important survival skill,

like using a flint to light a fire.

- I can't do that either.
- Oh, dude, it's not that hard.

- Really?
- I don't know. It was a lie.

- Do you see how easy that was?
- Yes.

You're really good at lying.

I learned everything I know
from the Dark Lord herself.

Mom.

- Sam. Are you okay?
- Yep.

I need to learn how to lie,
and you're the biggest liar I know.

I just can't believe Ms. Whitaker would
tell you to lie on your college essay.

She didn't. It was actually Casey
who had the excellent idea.

Oh, of course it was.

Um, look, sweetie, regardless
of your sister's terrible advice,

it is never okay to lie.

Lies tend to snowball and...

one leads to another...

and before you know it,
you are so deep in a hole,

it's almost impossible
to dig yourself back out.

Okay.

The idea of digging yourself
out of a hole is ridiculous.

The more you dig, the deeper you get.

Yeah. You're right.
How did that ever become an expression?

You're a good liar.
I mean, you lie all the time.

Your whole life was a lie
when you were cheating on Dad.

Sweetie, I...

I'm not proud of my behavior.

And I just hope that you'll learn
from my mistakes, and that...

you'll be a better person than I've been.

Yes, of course, that's obvious.
But that's unhelpful to me now. Okay. Bye.

- Hey.
- Casey!

What's up? Are you okay?

Yeah. I've just been doing precalc
for the last 75 hours.

But other than that, I'm good. Why?

I mean, you were really drunk.

You're not mad at me
for telling your mom, are you?

- I didn't know what to do.
- No, I get it.

If you call my mom, I'll kill you.
If you call my dad, he'll kill you.

Yeah. Your dad is in the medical field,

so it'd be very easy
for him to dispose of a body.

- You didn't get in trouble, did you?
- Technically, I'm grounded.

But my mom doesn't live here anymore
and my dad doesn't know about it, so...

I think I'm just gonna fly under the radar
until the next family crisis,

which shouldn't be too long.

So I was looking at my phone,

and it looks like
you took a few selfies the other night.

I did?

- Oh, I did! You have to delete those.
- I already did.

But they will always be in my brain.

Oh, my God.

It's all coming back to me now.

I'm sorry, but I will never be able
to look you in the eyes again.

I love you, but this is goodbye forever.

Such a bummer.

I was hoping you'd sing those camp songs
to me again really loud.

Oh, my God, stop.

No!

I folded your shirts,
but I'm not touching the under stuff.

Okay? If it's lacy, it's Casey.

- I just made that up.
- Thanks.

Okay.

Hey, Dad.

You okay? You seem tired.

Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.

Okay.

So, Sam called me a liar.

And the thing is, he's not wrong.

I do tell some whoppers.

In fact, I'm pretty sure growing up
I was encouraged to lie.

You know, to be...
polite when I was actually uncomfortable.

To not say what I was actually thinking.

So it's ironic, then, that I...

have a son who says what he's thinking.

And who has practically
no ability to... be fake.

Um... And it's inspiring.

I don't know if I could go a day
without lying

and that's really sad because...

um... lying ruined my life.

So I guess what I'm saying is I'm...

going to try and be more like Sam.

Nice.

Um...

Marguerite,

you burnt the brownies.

And there's your baby.

- See that little flicker there?
- Yeah.

That's the heartbeat.

Nice and strong.

Great. Really great.

- Would you like to know the gender?
- Hell no!

I'm so sorry.

- There's no need to apologize.
- I'm usually not a yeller.

It's okay.

I'm just having a hard time
getting my head around this.

My friend and my ex think
that I'm in denial

because I won't buy maternity clothes,
and I haven't told my parents yet.

But, really, I think I just can't focus
because my life is blowing up,

and I was mean to a patient,
which means I suck at my job,

which is really my whole identity. So...

I'm just feeling a little lost.

In general, would you say
you've been more emotional lately?

No.

I'm sorry.

Maybe a little.

- Is that bad?
- No.

No, it's completely normal.
The hormones make you crazy.

Oh, my God. You're right.

I mean, that could explain
why I yelled at my patient.

That thought never occurred to me.

Tell you what.

I'm going to put the ultrasound photo
and gender info in an envelope for you.

That way if you get home
and decide you want to meet your kid,

you have everything you need.
Sound good?

You're gonna love these headphones.
No need to thank me for the discount.

- I need to talk.
- Totally on me. Any questions at all,

come please find me. I am your guy.

Name's Zahid. Starts with a Z,
ends with a beautiful friendship?

I wrote my Insta handle on that receipt.

It's brownsugar_doingit.
Hit me up.

- Yes, Samuel?
- I don't know how to lie.

You've come to the right place.
How can I be of service?

Lying is a crucial life skill,

but the biggest liar I know
won't teach me.

Wrong. Yes, he will.

Lying takes practice, homie.

That's why I try to tell one doozy
in every room I walk into.

Did you tell one in this room?

I called that short guy
over there Stretch.

Lucky for you, I have developed
a foolproof lying strategy.

I call it the Pants on Fire technique,
or POF for short.

Ready?

- Yes.
- "P," praise.

Start every lie with a compliment.
Something about their personality,

or their appearance,
or their sharp new suspenders.

- What if they're not wearing suspenders?
- Any accessory will do.

People are desperate for validation.
Next, "O," as in "obviously."

If they're skeptical of your lie,
simply repeat the word "obviously."

- How many times?
- I play it by ear.

But, I like to vary my tones.

Finally, "F," for "flee the scene."

Lying invites follow-up questions,
and follow-up questions kill lies,

but you can't follow up
with a man who isn't there. Observe.

Hey, Bob. I need tomorrow off.
I have a dentist appointment.

- Again? I don't know, Zahid.
- If you don't want me to go, I won't.

What you think of me really matters.
You're kind of like my role model.

Also, sweet giraffe tie.

Thanks. It's my spirit animal.

Okay. Well...
if I let you go you understand,

it's just this once
because it's an emergency, right?

Obviously!

Obviously.

- Obvi.
- Okay, then I guess...

Bye. See you later, buddy.

I was skeptical,
but that was very impressive.

I know.
And I threw in an extra tip for you.

Call him "buddy," works every time.
'Cause who would lie to their buddy?

I see the wisdom
of the Pants on Fire technique,

but I wouldn't know where to start.

That's easy. Start by lying to your ex,
because, so what? Can't dump you again.

Can't be tried for the same crime twice.
No double jeopardy allowed.

I do like an established legal precedent.

Samesies.
You're gonna be just fine, my guy.

Easy frickin' peasy.

- Hi, Paige.
- Hey, Sam.

I'm making a visual presentation
to pitch my senior gift idea to the PTA.

What's up?

Paige, I love your giant hair bow.

Really?

You always hated this hair bow.

I see what's happening.
You want to get back together.

And you know, Sam, it's just not our time.

Obviously.

Good, so you agree.

Obviously.

Yeah, I mean you seem... sure about that.

Like, really sure.

Um... Are you...

Are you seeing someone else?

Obviously.

Really?

Good, great.

I am so happy to hear that.

So just to be clear, you're saying
you're being sexual with someone else.

- Obviously.
- Okay.

Bye. See you later, buddy.

Good, yeah.

That's just... That's wonderful.
That is wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.

Holy shit.

Peg, you just cut your finger off.

My name is Paige!

Shit! Paige cut her finger off?

- Just the tip.
- Damn.

It was terrible. Lying is awful.

Hey, now, let's not get hysterical.
Alright?

I mean, finger loss is
an abnormal result of lying.

I mean, you just gotta get back
on that horse, and...

lie till the cows come home.

Sorry, there's a farm scene
on my milk carton.

Doesn't this cow look sad?

- It does look a little bit sad.
- Yeah.

Zahid, I see you with that pot.

Shit.

Oh, hey, Bob, looking lean,
sexy, sinewy.

- What's up?
- Nice try, pal.

That's the second time in a month.
That's strike two.

Next is strike three, and then you're out.

Or hit a home run and have sex.

You don't know the bases?

I'm really disappointed in you, Zahid.

You're a natural leader.
I see so much potential in you.

Why do you keep messing around?

- Low self-esteem maybe?
- We all have low self-esteem.

If I catch you doing this junk again...

you're out of here.

- Are we clear?
- We're clear.

- Man, what a dick.
- I like him.

Yeah, I know, me too.
He's just doing his job.

Good guy.

Hey, Eddie? Good.

- This place is amazing.
- Nice spin, honey.

They have so many classes
for kids on the spectrum.

Yeah. Yep, and I've got two of them,
so I'm here all the time.

Hey, ladies. Tell me the truth.
How bad is Marco's haircut?

He wouldn't sit still in the chair.

- That's not so bad.
- No, I think it's really cute.

I think it's one of the worst haircuts
I've ever seen.

Wow, brutal.

No, no judgment.

When Sam was little I could never
get him to sit still in the chair.

I used to have to do all
of his cuts at home.

Sometimes it would take all day.

One time, he fell asleep mid-trim.

So I just got down there on the floor
and finished.

Oh, my God.

Do you still cut hair for kids
on the spectrum?

Because if you do I know a lot
of mamas that would be interested.

- I mean, myself included.
- I mean, I do cut hair, but not...

You know what?
Yeah, sure, I'll cut your son's hair.

Great. How much do you charge?

- Oh, no, I'm not gonna...
- Thirty-five bucks.

Oh, my God. That's perfect. Remind me
to get your number before I leave today.

- Okay?
- Okay, I will.

See how I set your price?
I'm like your haircutting pimp.

Any of these moms get rowdy,
I'm gonna bust some skulls.

...normally, I don't prepare it that way,
but right now I'm gonna let the beef...

Aren't you supposed to be working
on your college essay?

No, I can't, I hate that essay.
Now, be quiet.

Fine.

Pizza again?
That's the third time this week.

He's in a mood.

Well, if you feel like learning to cook,

you're welcome to take up the mantle
of feeding the family.

- No, thank you.
- Well, then, pizza is served.

Oh, my God.

Ugh!

Quiet! The penguins!

- Sam Gardner is in a soundproof booth!
- Stop!

- Just stop.
- Stop!

What's up?

Hey, I've been meaning to call you.

I just wanted to let you know
that Casey's grounded.

So if you could just enforce that
at home, that would be great.

Grounded? What happened?

I can't tell you.

I'm sorry. I'm really trying to be
more forthcoming lately, but...

I promised her.

So, can you just take my word for it?

Oh, okay. You want me to trust you?

Yes?

Is that a joke?

No.

Okay, well, in the past, trusting you
hasn't worked out so well. I gotta go.

Jesus.

Dad! What happened? Oh, my God!

- Dad, are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- I'm good.

- Feels like something's going on.
- No, I just dropped the milk.

Um, yeah. Here.

- Here, let me do that.
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's just...

- It's okay.
- Jeez, it's a mess.

Here.

Elsa.

Julia, hi.

Oh, this is my brother, Jesse.

- Jess, want to say hi?
- No, I do not.

Okay.

I'll meet you there in a sec. Okay, Jess?

We're here for speech therapy
on the second floor.

Anyway...

- just wanted to say hi.
- Hi.

Elsa, I'm pregnant.

Sorry, I don't know why I told you that.

Actually, I do, um...

I think it might be
why I lashed out at Sam.

Or...

maybe I'm just looking for a reason.

Anyway, I just...

I just wish I could take it all back.

You know, I know I didn't always
make things easy for you, but...

you were really good for Sam.

You really helped him.

Thank you.

It's the truth.

And being a mom, it's the best.

Congratulations, honey.

Thank you.

I should go.

- Okay.
- Of course.

- Yeah. Good to see you.
- You too.

- What's up with Paige's finger?
- They sewed it back on, she's fine.

That's too bad.

It would have been so fun to leave it
around and just see what people say.

Yep.

Dang it, Zahid.

That's strike three.
It's time to drop the hammer.

Huh?

- You're fired. You left me no choice.
- What?

You can't do that. Please, Bob.

Bob, wait, that's my marijuana.

Also, nice shoes.

Sam, you use marijuana?

Like, for your autism?

Obviously.

Obviously.

- Obvi.
- I find that very hard to believe.

- Bye. See you later, buddy.
- Okay, hang on.

I wasn't aware.

So, just not
on Techtropolis property, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm still watching you, Zahid.

Hey, with a face this pretty,
who can blame you?

Dude, you did it!

You used the Pants on Fire technique
and it worked.

I mean, you're the king.

Thanks, but I didn't like lying to Bob.
But I'm glad you get to keep your job.

So, it's a bad feeling,
but a good feeling, too.

That's how you know you're doing it right.
I could hug you, you magnificent bastard.

Maybe just a small one.

I like that we're secure enough
to do this semi-regularly.

I'm neutral about it.

Zahid, I think your pants are on fire.

Oh, shit!

Aah, aah! Ow!

Take a video, take a video!

Hurry, I can feel
the burn. Horizontal, horizontal.

- Should I AirDrop it to you?
- 'Sup? I don't know, man.

Ow, ow, ow!

Hi, Casey.

Casey.

Casey.

Hey, Casey.

Where'd you go?

- You were here two seconds ago.
- I'm not here right now.

All I see is this nose.
Guess I better mess with it.

Boop, boop, boop.

Okay, you're letting this go on
a little bit longer than I expected.

You're never gonna see my face again.

This is going to be
our relationship now. Okay?

- I hope that you can still love me.
- Look, I get it. You're embarrassed.

You're a very sloppy drunk,

and a little bit aggressive,
but it's annoying that you're avoiding me.

So I decided to level the playing field

by showing you my deepest, darkest secret.

Come on.

- I'm intrigued.
- Come on.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God, is that you?

At American Chop Suey,
you'll learn strength.

Discipline. Commitment.

Awaken your inner cobra.

- This is the best thing I've ever seen.
- Yeah.

I think my mom was sleeping with Sensei,
so I got free lessons.

A lot of them, like,
a couple years'... worth.

The kick. You're good.

The point is,
everyone has embarrassing stuff.

So, no need to hide yours
away from me, okay?

Maybe.

Did I do the dance
that goes with the camp song?

- That's the next video.
- No, no.

- Just swipe.
- Maybe more karate.

Watch this!

- Or we could watch this one again.
- Come here.

Please stop!

I'm bad at a lot of stuff.

Being around other people,
wearing hats, and especially lying.

Which is funny,
'cause people lie to me all the time.

They think because of my autism
I can't handle things.

Knock, knock.

I am looking for two hungry teenagers.

Hey, who's ready to go out for some pizza?

They had pizza yesterday.

Okay, well, they can have it
two nights in a row, right?

Yeah, sure, let's just say it was two.

Why are you so happy?

'Cause I had a good day.

I wasn't being honest in my life before.

And I'm really trying now.

Good for you, Elsa.

Thanks.

It feels good, it feels like I'm finally
getting back to my authentic self.

You know? Back to who I really am.

You want to be honest now?

You?

The person that...

threw a grenade... into our lives...

with all your... lying...

and bullshit?

You want to be honest?

And talk about authenticity?

Well, I...

What?

- Well, I have some questions for you.
- Sure.

You and the bartender...

Who... made the first move?

What?

You heard me.

Come on, be honest.

You want to be honest, right?
How did that happen?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Most people I know
are really good at lying.

They're so good at it,
they even lie to themselves.

Hi, Mom, it's me.

I have some news.

I'm not engaged.

It's better than that.

But there's one person

who always treats me normal
and always tells me the truth.

My friend, Zahid.

Zahid has lots of theories.

Theories about lying, and girls,

and the best way to make mac and cheese.

It's four times as much butter as you
would think, three times as much cheese

and half the pasta. It is so delicious.

You should try it.

One of his theories is that people
with autism are actually the normal ones,

because we see the world as it really is.

Was it the guy that I met...

when I went to get your credit card?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Handsome guy.

And do you still think about him?

Yes.

It's only neurotypicals
who put an extra layer of meaning

on top of what's actually there

so it makes sense to them.

Zahid's no scientist, even though...

"...he has a sign above
his bedroom door that says 'Love Lab, '

but when I think about our friendship,

I don't see an autistic guy
who's friends with a neurotypical guy.

I just see two friends. And for me,
that is an accomplishment."

It's good, Sam.

It's really good.

Thanks. It was easy.

Buddy.

So, I'm starting to get
a little skeptical of this Izzie girl.

- Why?
- Well, you know, for starters,

she gets you drunk at school.

And, then, I've never met her. I've never
even seen the two of you together.

So I'm starting to think that maybe...

it's like your drunken alter ego
or something.

Like in Fight Club.

Spoiler alert!

- But that's been out your whole life.
- It's rated R.

- Hey, Mr. Gardner.
- I'm not old enough.

Dad, you gotta see this video
of Evan doing karate.

He's a purple belt.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad, oh, my God, are you okay?

Dad! Call 911.

Dad?

Dad!