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You want to drop out?

I don't want to drop out, I just want to take a break.

I've been going to school for 12 years, I should take a break and relax a little.

You are relaxing, you're in college.

Just leave her be.

Excuse me?

It's her business.

You're encouraging your granddaughter to drop out of school?

Is it that bad?

Women have waited a long time to have access to education

and you don't think girls should go to school?

-If she's pretty, no. -How come?

A pretty girl,

unlike a homely-looking one,

has the possibility to seduce a rich man.

And if she's really pretty, she won't have to do housework.

So the moral of your story is, women are meant to be seen, not heard.

They should be seen, not heard, and spend their husband's money.

You always contradict me in front of the kids!

I'm trying to help you act like a real father, goddamn it!

Well,

if I wanted to be a good father, you're the last person I'd go to,

-okay?! -I'm sick of your fighting!

He's right.

You're like an old couple.

Couldn't you stop for a few days?

For Jonathan's sake.

Sure, not a problem for me. I could even hold off for two weeks.

Why don't you set achievable goals?

You always go for the unattainable and you end up breaking your promises.

I know you can't understand setting the bar high

when you have the ambition of a loaf of bread!

Maybe if you weren't always busting my balls!

Your balls? That's impossible, you don't have any!

One week. All right?

One week.

A whole week?

Yeah. I don't know how I'll manage. I'll do my best for the kids.

Are you sure it's not you?

No. He's always trying to pick a fight.

I don't like Cirque du Soleil, is that a crime?

Little Chinese girls twisted in a pretzel over New Age music? That's annoying.

Not to mention, did one of their clowns ever make you laugh?

Not me. Not one.

One week. I don't know how I'll do it.

If I keep it all inside, I'll explode.

I have nothing to wear.

-Come on, baby. Stop worrying so much. -Hey.

I'm nervous because they invited us.

What should I wear?

There they are. Carol!

Is it your first time?

Yes.

You might feel a bit out of place.

The blond wrestler looks like the actor in Mamma Mia when we saw it in New York.

Oh, my, you're right.

That one looks straight out of The Lion King .

We love Broadway shows.

Yeah. You would, too. I'll go if they make one about Rambo.

Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my. He's bleeding!

He's bleeding. He's bleeding!

Hey, Guy.

This is Patrick, my neighbor.

-Hi. -Pleasure.

Guy, our promoter.

Oh, so you're the promoter.

Hey...

Can I give you some advice?

You didn't like the show?

I did, I did.

I was just wondering why there's no VIP section.

You know, for businessmen. Just like in boxing.

I never thought of that.

Our company has a reserved box at the Bell Center.

Our clients love it.

I'm sure they do.

If you wanna make more money,

sit the businessmen in a different section than the lower class

and you'll be the real winner.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh, yes.

You can tell me the truth.

You look upset.

It's just that... Patrick and I,

we're not fighting, but...

It's just that...

There's a bit of tension between us. Is there a particular reason?

Yes. What is it?

Promise me you won't tell anyone. Of course. Who do you think I am?

Pierre-Louis wants to go back to work, but Patrick wants him at home.

Does he know we're not in the '50s anymore?

Sure. He married a man.

Patrick's friends are so progressive that his doctor friend married a nurse,

his pilot friend married a flight attendant,

and he married his secretary.

-Yeah, but there's one thing-- -Hey!

You promised.

That wasn't a fight.

Your father's not foaming at the mouth, so it doesn't count.

Anyway, think about it, since your grandfather wants you to be a freeloader.

Your socks don't match.

They should go with your shoes or your belt.

You're kidding.

If you don't believe me, ask an expert.

Don't look at me.

With your shoes or your belt.

-Really? -Or your pants,

since the shoes should match the belt.

So all these years, I've looked terrible without knowing it.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Hey, listen...

Stand up for yourself.

If you want to go back to work, you should.

How do you know?

Well...

You seemed upset

and I know a couple with similar dynamics,

so I assumed that was the problem.

What couple?

My... my grandparents.

Hi, Carol. How's it going?

Not too bad.

I've had a stiff neck for the past few days.

I'm so tense.

Hey...

What would you do if your better half made you feel

like a lousy provider?

Patrick, if you need someone capable of defending true values,

you found him.

Prune juice?

-Slightly constipated? -Slightly?

My colon is like downtown during rush hour.

Oh, yeah?

Since when?

A couple of days.

In fact, since... I've stop fighting with my father.

Well, there's your answer.

Listen up, boys.

I need you to perform especially well tonight.

Why?

VIP ROBERT CASTONGUAY REAL ESTATE

It's frustrating, they're not even looking.

You're right.

What should we do?

Let's get their attention.

You really threw me down hard.

Couldn't you be more careful?

We wanted them to remember their evening and give them their money's worth.

Look at it this way,

we gave them a 3D show without the goggles.

I'm so sorry, Robert.

Nonsense, Guy.

I wanted to thank you.

This evening was... wonderful.

We'll be back.

Really?

We got to see the wrestlers up close.

Their tight muscles covered in sweat.

And smell their manly odor of brute force. It was so...

You know,

paying for VIP is having the privilege of being seated strategically.

-So you can see better? -No.

So the others can't see.

He's hilarious.

Yeah. I told you so.

Oh, we have a guest.

A refugee, you mean.

A conjugal boat people.

There you are. I was worried.

Sorry. I should've told you.

You're his boyfriend, not his probation officer.

Unless he's avoiding an important discussion.

No, it's fine. My bad.

Patrick. Stand strong.

-Carl, it's okay. -Don't.

Patrick, Pierre-Louis would like to go out once in a while.

Then he should take his credit card and go shopping.

Then go back to his housework.

You goddamn stinking macho.

What else would you want him to do?

Go to bars with better looking and nicer guys?

Dad, Grandpa, are you fighting again?

It's Pierre-Louis and Patrick. We kept our promise.

It's none of your business.

Patrick.

Pierre-Louis would like to be independent and go back to work.

Pierre-Louis, you have beautiful hands. Patrick doesn't want you to ruin them.

Have you ever seen the hands of a working man? -It's like sand paper. -Stop treating him like a bimbo.

You could at least wait until the kids are older.

Can't you see that Pierre-Louis is suffocating? It's so obvious!

Stop it, this is ridiculous!

They're tearing each other apart, we're just trying to help them through it.

Let them settle their differences!

Where were we?

Uh... Pierre-Louis is suffocating.

What will the neighbors say? That Patrick can't provide?

That he had to force you to go back to work?

You want to make him feel like a pimp?

You want him to wear gold chains and purple fur coats?

And hate himself?

You're so heartless! I hope you're ashamed of yourself!

Come on.

Baby! Wait up.

Wait for me.

-Wait. -Look at that.

My neck is better.

It feels so good.

Oh, I...

I think I have to go.

Oh, boy.

Careful.

WE WANT BLOOD

No, the surf 'n turf is mine.

The salad's for her.

I'm on a diet.

She asked for extra dressing,

extra croutons, extra cheese, and extra ham, is it all there?

-It is. -Thanks.

What made you get the surf 'n turf?

You don't even like lobster.

I want people to see I can afford the priciest thing on the menu.

You're not going to let that go to waste.

Of course not. I'll throw it in the bleachers.

Check this out, they'll fight over it.

Hey, people!

Hey!

Courtesy of Robert Castonguay Real Estate.

Yeah!

You're too much.

Philanthropy always feels good.

Guy.

Listen.

It's practically all corporate boxes and only four rows of bleachers left.

I'm on it. Next week, there'll only be two.

-What are you trying to do? -What?

-What about the ambiance? -It's fine.

Sure, if you're into attorney conventions.

I'm elevating wrestling from folklore to the modern era, like every other sport.

What's going on?

You and your father encouraged a deep re-assessment of our relationship.

So, thank you. And...

incidentally...

can I stay for a while?

He left? For how long?

I don't know. He needs time to think.

But you... you won't let me down, right?

You'll stand by me?

Well... yes, of course.

I really need a friend right now.

Patrick...

It's hard. There.

And the winner of this magnificent bottle of sparkling wine...

is Robert Castonguay!

Congratulations! A wonderful blue frisbee.

A beautiful poster of Sugar Chris.

And the lucky winner is...

Congratulations to table four! Let's give them a hand.

Carl.

Linen doesn't go in the dryer.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't know.

He's an asshole. He didn't deserve you.

How did you know?

Hi, Jonathan.

Hey, Pierre-Louis, the lunch you made was delicious.

What was it?

Quail with fig and nut stuffing.

And for dessert, vacherin with candied citrus.

Of course. Hi.

How was your day?

I asked you a question.

No, we're not hungry.

Hello.

Hi, Pierre-Louis.

I have to tell you about my day.

What are you making for dinner? I'm looking forward to it.

There's hardly anyone there.

Again?

It's finally happened.

Wrestling is dead.

You should be glad, you tried really hard to kill it.

No, I'm trying to adapt it to the 21st century.

Big difference.

I mean, there's three minutes of wrestling in a one-hour show.

I'm trying to rebrand a sport that's losing popularity among the VIPs.

You know nothing about sports business.

Robert. Nancy.

At least you came to see the show.

Yeah, but my poor Guy, it's probably the last time.

But... why?

I thought you enjoyed your VIP seats.

If there are no commoners to envy my seat, what's the point?

Did you ever consider a wrestling show with just wrestlers fighting?

My God. What a bold idea.

And you could mix poor and rich people in the room.

Guy...

If there were more poor people in the room,

I'd probably come back.

Grandpa. Grandpa.

You fell asleep.

Is it hard to support Patrick?

Not as hard as living with Pierre-Louis.

Why not admit you were both wrong and you painted yourselves into a corner?

Hey, if it's Patrick, I'm not here.

He's not here.

Well, tell him I'll have less time to spend with him and I'm sorry.

-Really? -Yeah.

Pierre-Louis and I... made up.

Well, well, well.

What happened?

My first day at work made me realize it was a mistake.

-What kind of work? -Receptionist.

It was non-stop.

I had to answer the phone, hang up, answer again.

Put someone on hold.

I felt their need to talk and I had no time to offer.

I couldn't take it anymore.

It's too much pressure. The workload was too big.

I realized that...

I was giving up a dream life.

Right here.

In my home.

With my husband.

And my kids.

I only worked a day and my hands are already like sand paper.

I told you so.

Anyway, all's well that ends well.

-Yeah. -Right?

Don't you have something to do?

The roast will be ready soon.

I still have to make the vegetables and the dessert. I have loads in the washer and dryer. The kids have homework.

I have to clean up the bathroom. And vacuum.

He's so much better at home. It's far less work.

I hope you learned your lesson from all that.

Sure. Fights are ugly and destructive.

That's true.

Pierre-Louis and Patrick almost broke up.

Jaimie meant, did you learn something about yourselves?

Oh. Well, yeah.

-We're not idiots. -Far from it.

I thought about what you said and came to a compromise

about you dropping out of school.

That's funny. Me, too.

Well, so did I.

I think I can study part-time.

Oh, yeah? Why?

Seeing what happened to Patrick and Pierre-Louis,

I've decided that the best option is to do everything half-ass.

I'll study part-time,

work part-time, and have kids every other week.

I'd be true to myself if I half-assed everything.

Forget about studying part-time.

I agree with your father.

You should just quit.

You do need a break.

But only one semester.

You have to go back after. If you take a longer break,

you won't feel like going back and you'll end up as a waitress.

-What's wrong with that? -I have nothing against waitresses. But look at you, you're lucky I made you stay in school.

Yeah, and now I'm working at a shitty office with no windows.

I changed my mind to prove I was flexible and you have to do the same?

So you're the only one who can change his mind?