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Mike, I might alert you to the fact that you're eating your cereal shirtless.

Also, pantless.

Okay. You have any chance of slipping a tub this morning?

Relax, Ed.

I like eating breakfast before I get dressed.

Is that right? Until you moved in, I did it all the time.

Now, uh, now you've lived here a few months, I figure you're one of the

Mike?

What, honey?

Oh, my God.

You've seen me naked. I'd seen me naked.

It's a big deal. We haven't seen you naked at the same time.

Why should that matter?

Mike, it just does.

Look, you guys, maybe it's time I found my own place. I can only imagine how

difficult it must be having a new baby and a house guest at the same time. And

don't want to use your hospitality here, so I got the whole week in here. I

could start looking right away.

Ed, don't be ridiculous. We love having you here. That's right, Eddie.

Really. Please, stay as long as you want to.

Really? You guys mean that? I mean, that's great, because I got to admit, I

wasn't that eager. Ed, this is the part you're supposed to insist on moving out,

no matter how much we protest.

Okay, Mike, Nancy, I'm moving out.

Please stay.

Don't go.

I insist.

All right.

Okay.

by your side watching the wild

Grand new kitchen, washer, dryer, screened -in patio.

What do you think, Ken?

How would you define the word id?

Id?

Well,

it's been a while since I took Psych 101, but I believe Freud said that the

three components of the human psyche were the id, the ego and the superego,

id being the subconscious part that deals with urges and drives, you know,

hunger, and things like that. Why? What are you reading?

The Wizard of Id.

Oh.

Good stuff.

Two bedrooms, high ceilings, southern exposure.

I love that show. That moose, he was always up to no good.

Kenny, that was northern exposure.

I don't think so.

Bosco, I need your full attention. I have a business proposal. I know all

your business proposal. The answer's still no. I do not want to hold

in the basement. Forget about that. This is better. It'll bring in busloads of

customers, and at what cost to us? Say it with me.

Zot. I'm not... What's the idea?

Open mic night.

Think about it. Free admission, ten drink minimum.

Okay, eight drink.

No, nine drink. Nine drink.

You really think people would come here and perform?

Bosco, of all the golden cabs worshipped in this godless country, none has so

seductive a moo as celebrity.

I mean, take Kenny over there. He's an amateur stand -up comic.

Kenny?

Whenever I'm on an elevator and it's stopping on every floor, I turn to the

next to me and say, What is this, local?

He's quirky, he's winning, and Shirley over there. Shirley's no stranger to the

limelight.

Shirley?

Once I went to SeaWorld, and the lady at the sea lion show asked for an

assistant, and I got picked, and I stood up in front of everybody, and I fed the

sea lion a fish, and the lady asked me to take a bow, and while I was bowing,

the sea lion bit me in the ASF.

How about that?

Hey, guys.

Well, hey, Molly. Hi.

Um, Ed, I... I need to ask you a favor.

Sure.

So?

It's about my grandfather.

You met him at Thanksgiving.

Actually, I met him way before that. Back when he owned and operated

Pet Shop.

You bought a pet for my grandfather?

My first one. A turtle.

Poor little guy choked to death on a jewel.

A jewel?

No, a jewel.

A gum with a squirty stuff inside.

Oh, right, right.

The thing is, Ed, Charlie's not doing so well lately.

The doctors say that we might not have him around much longer.

Oh, my.

I'm sorry.

He wants to put together... Wow.

It's a little tough to talk about.

He wants to put together his will, so I thought maybe if you weren't too busy...

Say no more. I'll get right on it.

Great. Great.

And you're going to get a kick out of Charlie.

Just don't let him talk your ear off about his swinging bachelor days. You a

wild man?

Oh, Molly, did I ever tell you about the time I nailed the butter -churning lady

at Colonial Williamsburg? Oh, my gosh. I'm looking forward to this already.

Thanks, Ed.

It means a lot to me.

Morning, Wendy.

What's so funny?

Oh, nothing, Dr. Burton.

I know, it looks like you're trying to hold back a laugh.

I was just thinking about an old episode of Night Court.

Okay.

Hey, you must be Dr. Burton.

Yeah, yeah, I am. Who are you?

Scott Benson.

Hey, call me Dr.

Scotty. My patients seem to like the informality. Yeah, it helps me relate to

you.

Why are you seeing my patient, Dr.

Scotty? Well, you were a couple six minutes late, so I thought I'd cover for

you. Could you pass me the tongue delighters?

Tongue delighters?

Well, we don't want to depress our patients now, do we?

Carol!

Carol!

Hey! Warren.

Warren, I realize it's Saturday, but weekday rules still apply. That means

student, me teacher, you Warren, me Miss Bessie.

Oh, I understand.

Because we have to keep up appearances.

Yeah. Sometimes I feel like we're in dangerous liaisons.

Hey, Cal.

Ed!

Is this guy bothering you?

Say the word and I'll throw down.

I'm fine.

How you doing?

Hey, can you play that guitar?

Because we're going to have an open mic night at Stucky Bowl.

Are you going to be there?

I might.

All right, thanks, tough guy.

I owe you a solid. Sure.

Hey, peace out.

Goodbye, Warren.

Bye, Mr. Essie.

Tell us something, huh?

Yeah. So, Mike and Nancy finally kicked you out. They didn't kick me out. What

they did was they... Kicked you out? That's right.

Why don't you join me? I could use a woman's perspective.

What do you mean?

You can help me find a happening pet that'll attract a happening lady.

Ah, I have a tip for you.

What's that? Let's go play for the grotto.

Grotto?

You know what I realized?

This will be the first time in my life I've lived alone, you know? I mean,

obviously, I grew up with my parents, and then I had roommates all through

college and law school, and then came Liz.

You guys lived together before you were married?

Yep. Yep.

It was just me, Liz, and Chrissy.

Who's Chrissy?

This nutty blonde chick. We had to tell the landlord I was gay. Oh.

It was a mad cat.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hello. Oh, hi.

I'm Ed Stephens. I'm in the market for a house. Oh, I'm Dana Jarvis.

Hi. Let me guess.

Newlyweds. Yes.

Yes. Is it really that obvious? We're not married. She's not well. Ed. Yes,

dear? Why don't you tell me what kind of home you're looking for?

Mrs. Jarvis, I need you to understand something. I lived in New York City. I

have a lot of experience with real estate agents. I know how this works.

And how's that, Mr. Stevens?

Instead of you showing me a place you think I really like, you show me a

bad one. So I lower my expectations, and then you can sell me pretty much

anything.

Sound familiar?

Yes. I suppose it does.

Then why don't we save ourselves some time and energy?

Skip the bad house, go straight to the good ones.

All right, Mr. Stevens.

By tomorrow morning, I will have a list of wonderful homes to show you. Very

good. Will you be joining us, Mrs. Stevens?

I'm not, Mrs. Stevens.

She was hit on the head with a falling coconut.

Come in.

Dr. Jerome, what's going on? Many things, Dr.

Burton, many things.

The universe is expanding, the art of cinema is dying, and my daughter Melissa

is marrying a Moroccan.

The man wears a fez.

What's the new doctor doing here? Oh, yes, Dr. Scotty. I've invited him to

the practice.

Why?

We don't need another doctor. You and I can handle all the patients, Dr. Jerome.

Dr. Burton, take my hand.

Feel it.

What was once a limber, supple instrument of healing... now grows

leathery, and stiff.

My day of retirement looms ever closer, and I want to make sure that this

practice is left in the right hands.

But when I took this job, Dr. Drum, it was the understanding that you'd leave

the practice to me.

You, Dr. Burton, are what was known in the grunge rock era of the early 90s as

slacker. Really? So I believe I owe it to my patients to see if Dr. Scotty can

do better.

Thanks for the chat.

Oh, I was expecting the Indian food guy.

Oh, sorry. It's me, Ed Stevens.

Molly said... Oh, yes, yes, yes.

You like Indian food, don't you, Jerry?

Ed, actually. I'll be calling you Jerry.

It's more fun to say. Come inside.

Well, do you like the samosas, Jerry?

The pakoras? The lamb biryani?

The onion kurcha? Sure.

Do you like tandoori chicken?

Tandoori chicken?

It's tasty.

All right, sit down. Sit over there.

Well, at first I wasn't sure about the whole...

bowling alley lawyer thing.

But then I figured, it's only my last will and testament.

Don't worry, Mr. Hudson. I promise I will do as good. I know you will, Jerry.

Well, let's get down to it.

Sure. Yes.

Well, there are lots of options when it comes to drawing up a will.

The point is, of course, to minimize the tax burdens. So just take all my stuff

and divvy it up among my survivors.

Okay.

Okay. And who might those survivors be?

My son.

Daughter -in -law, one niece, two nephews.

Molly, of course.

Say, do you like beefaroni?

Yeah. I bought a couple dozen cases of the stuff in preparation for Y2K.

I'm leaving it all to you.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

Is there anyone else we might be missing?

Ron.

Ron. And he would be? My lover.

Hmm?

Wait till you taste this chicken vindaloo.

Can I bounce a joke off you, Chief?

Oh, yeah, I can.

Open mic night? Absolutely.

Jewish astronaut.

Comes back from a month -long space shuttle mission where he orbits the

every four hours. A reporter asked him, how do you feel? He says, I'm exhausted.

Do you know how many times I had to say Chakras, Mirka, and Mariv?

What does that even mean?

Something hilarious.

Where'd you get that joke?

Made it up, Kenny.

Kenny, just a thought, but maybe you might want to think about taking your

in a less Hebraic direction.

Thanks, Chief.

You're a great sounding board.

My pleasure.

Hi, Ed.

Oh, hey. Hi, Molly.

How are you?

Good. Good. What you doing? I'm working on Charlie's will. I saw him yesterday.

Yeah, he told me.

He liked you.

So, how'd it go from your side?

Good. Good.

I'd say it went pretty well.

Good.

They moved him into the hospital this morning.

Really? Why? He seemed fine. Oh, Charlie puts up a good friend. He just doesn't

want anybody to feel sorry for him.

Right.

Hey, Molly, did Charlie ever tell you a surprising personal fact about himself?

What do you mean?

Well, you know, a fact about himself, a personal one, that when he told you, you

were surprised.

Thanks for the clarification.

Oh, okay. In 1952, he was hitchhiking and got picked up by Zeppa Marks.

That wasn't it.

Look, that was it. That was it. I know. When you told me that, I was bowled

over. I mean, of all the Mars brothers to be picked up by... You get picked up

by Zepo, that's... Is everything okay? Yeah, it's fine.

Phil! Pretty sweet, huh? Phil, we do not want you gonging the performers.

Fine, fine. We'll just move on to plan B. No giant hooks, either.

Right down here, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Andrews.

I have your test results.

And? We seem to have caught it just in time.

You're going to be fine, Mrs.

Andrews. You're going to live a long and healthy life.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank you, Dr.

Scott. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Don't be silly.

Have a lollipop.

Oh, I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I'm happy for you, Mrs.

Andrews.

This is exciting.

I'm going to have my own garage. I'm going to have my own backyard.

I'm out in the fireplace. Hey, Carol, what's your take on bearskin rugs?

I think they look good on bears.

All right, kids, here we are.

The perfect place for the two of you to start a family.

Okay, Mrs.

Jarvis. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I thought you said we were going to skip the part where you showed me the bad

house. We did.

This is obviously the bad house.

No, it's not.

Prove it.

What do you mean? Take me to a place on your list that's worse than this house.

If you can't, I'm getting a new realtor.

Mr. Stevens. Right now.

Let's go.

Honey?

Honey?

Well, Mr. Harris, I've got excellent news.

What's that?

Taking several weeks of treatment. I'm happy to tell you that your athlete's

foot has been cured.

Oh. Good.

Oh, yes, Mr. Harris. I have eradicated your athlete's foot.

Goodbye itching, goodbye redness, goodbye cracked skin.

You, sir, are going to live a long and healthy life.

Why are you shouting?

All right, there you are. What did I tell you?

Miss Jarvis, this house is much nicer than the one we just saw.

No, it's not.

It's awful.

Just listen.

To what?

Train. There's no train. And just look at those windows.

What's wrong with them?

The windows and the door make the eyes and the mouth of a mean face.

Hey, she's right.

Ms. Jarvis, you are no longer my real estate agent.

Let's go, Carol.

Smell that?

We're right downwind of a glue factory.

Honey, you know, I just don't get it. He told you two years ago that you'd

inherit the practice. I know.

I know. It's ridiculous.

But what can I do? Well, I think you should talk to him.

The last time I tried talking to him, he tore me a new ax.

Tushy.

Tore me a new tushy.

Why don't you explain your situation to Dr. Scotty? He might not even realize

that he's stealing your job.

That's true.

Hey, guys. Hey, Edward.

So, how's the house hunting going?

Oh, it's great. I'll have a house in no time. We have yet to set foot inside the

house.

Hey, Ed, ten bucks if you give your order to the waitress and rhyme.

Oh, God.

What can I get you folks?

Ed, why don't you go ahead and get us started?

Okay.

What beverage will I have? Let's see.

How about a frosty glass of your iced tea?

And then, to start, for my appetizer, I would like the gravy fries.

Or maybe I'll have my fries with cheese, yes.

I'll change my order, if you please.

And after that, well, for my main course, I will have the tuna melt, of

Ed, you can't rhyme course with course.

And perhaps a side of horse.

A side of horse.

Okay. Dr. Roberts, Dr. P .D. Roberts, please call 301.

Dr. Roberts, call 301. Molly, I really wish you'd stop bringing me presents. I

don't like you spending your money on me.

Grandpa, I think you're forgetting something.

I'm a high school teacher.

I am rich beyond your wildest imagination. Oh, yeah.

I'll bet.

Well, what have we here? Oh, look at this.

A brand new photo album. You like it?

Look at this. What a coincidence.

It came filled with photos of me and my family.

What are the odds of that, Molly?

It's like an episode out of Twilight Zone.

New Year's Day, 1965.

Look at your grandmother.

Just like you.

Except for that god -awful beehive hairdo. Did I ever tell you about the

caught fire?

Yes, sir, you did.

Oh, God, I miss her.

You know, Molly, life's a lot more fun if you've got someone to share it with.

Yeah, well, it's finding that right someone that's the tough part.

The way you talk about that Ed Stevens, I figured maybe you had.

Grandpa.

Molly, have you ever been able to keep a secret from me?

There are no secrets between Molly and Charlie Hudson.

Yes.

What's the matter?

Ah, Carol!

Hi. Come on.

And Jerry.

Oh, my God.

A lawyer in a bowling shirt.

The world's gone to hell.

I brought you some cupcakes, but maybe... No, no, no, no. Just plop them

IV bag. They'll dissolve.

How are you feeling? Is there anything we can do for you? No, no, no. I'm

perfectly fine.

Right then.

Listen, why don't you girls give me and Jerry just a couple of minutes to talk,

huh? Okay.

See you later, then.

Well,

this will be quick, Mr. Hudson.

Just have you initial every page where there's an X, and then sign at the end,

and I'll be your witness.

I suppose you've been wondering about me and Ron.

I can assure you, Mr. Hudson, I have no problem with that.

It took me a long time to get used to it, I can tell you.

I was a world -class skirt chaser until my wife Eileen came along. Is that

right? Married 35 years.

Loved her with all my heart.

When she passed, I was lost.

Then one day, I'm having a beer over at the Smiling Goat, and Ron walks in.

Pulls up a stool, we get to talking. Turns out, he's a widower, too.

We start spending some time together.

You know, fishing, playing cards, that kind of thing.

And then out of a clear blue sky, it just happened.

Damnedest thing, ain't it?

I suppose that qualifies as the damnedest.

And Charlie certainly did go on well.

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, it's nice.

So what about you and Ed? I mean, what's the deal?

What deal?

Well, you're picking pumpkins on Thanksgiving and you're house hunting

That deal.

We're just hanging out.

There is no deal.

Right. Miles, look, I know it's hard to believe, but we've actually settled into

a very comfortable relationship just as friends.

So you have no interest whatsoever in pursuing a romantic relationship with

Edward J. Stevens?

Absolutely not.

Why?

I'm just curious.

Yeah. Well, now that you've satisfied my curiosity, let's just talk about

something else. Let's, you know, like Sherbert.

Sherbert? Have you ever noticed that people actually pronounce it Sherbert?

But it's not. You know, it's Sherbert.

No second R.

No second R.

One of those things.

Jerry, you're the only one in the world who knows about me and Ron.

Except Ron, of course. I think he has a hunch.

The fact is, there are people in my family who just wouldn't accept it. You

don't have to worry about me, Mr. Hudson. Anything you tell me stays in

room. My son George, for example.

A real man's man.

Just like his pop.

If he knew about Ron, he'd never look at me the same way again.

I understand.

So, here's the question I ask myself a thousand times a day.

Should I take my little secret to the grave, or should I tell everybody?

Consequences be damned.

You're, um... You're asking my opinion?

No, I'm asking the Sheik of Araby.

Ah. Well, it's a personal decision, of course, Mr. Hudson, but... I'd say you

have a right to your privacy.

Yes, I know that, Jerry, but I... I've also got the right to pass on without

feeling like I had something to hide.

God, it'd be great to just go ahead and tell him and be done with it.

Then maybe you should.

Maybe I should.

Jerry, I'm going to do it.

Would you arrange a family gathering for me?

Of course.

Thank you.

Dr. Scott, do you mind if I talk to you for a second? Yeah, sure thing, Dr.

Mike.

It's a plan Mike will do. Oh, trust me on this one. It'll double your tips.

Look, here's the story.

I've been working for Dr. Jerome for two years.

And to tell you the truth, sometimes the guy can be a bit cranky.

What's kept me sane these past 24 months is the knowledge that when he retires,

I take over the practice. Now, Dr. Scotty, I don't know where you came

you are, or what you want, but I'm asking for your sympathy.

Don't take this away from me. Tell Dr. Jerome you don't want the practice.

No problem.

Consider it done.

Really. Yeah. Look, if I'd known I was going to be stepping on toes, I never

would have taken this job in the first place.

Well, you're a decent guy, Dr. Scottie. Thank you. You know, my good friends

call me Dr.

Scottay. All right, well, try me again when I'm drunk.

You got it. Yeah.

Okay, Leonard, we look forward to seeing you Friday night. Just a reminder, the

pigeons need to be housed. We cannot provide housing for the pigeons.

Next, please.

Your name?

Godfrey Clemens. And what is that?

A lute.

Okay, are you like a hobbit or something? This is an upscale evening of

entertainment.

We're going to have to pass.

But it's just an open mic night.

That's right, and Broadway is just a street.

Next, please.

Warren Cheswick.

That is a hot stage name. What's your real name?

Warren Cheswick.

Finally, someone with a sense of showmanship.

I've got a band, the Warren Cheswick Experience.

That is so original.

Thanks.

I'll allow you to perform under one condition.

Righteous.

Yeah, sure, anything.

I sing lead.

Hi, Mai. Hi, Ed.

This is my dad, George.

Hi, George.

And my mom, Helen.

Hello. This is Ed Stephens.

We're worried, Mr. Stephens. Could you give us some idea what this is about?

I'm afraid I can't, Mrs. Hudson. Don't tell me. He's banging a nurse.

I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but... What is it?

Mr. Hudson just passed away.

Oh, no.

Oh, honey.

Mark calling Orson. Mark calling Orson.

Come in, laser breath.

Yes, Mark. This is Orson.

What have you learned this week?

Well... I experienced a strange new emotion.

Here on Earth, they call it love.

It's good.

You know, you might want to dial down that morph factor just a tad.

Gotcha.

Hey, Bosco, nice suit.

You're going to a funeral.

Phil, I am going to a funeral.

Oh.

Carol.

I'm facing an ethical dilemma.

What's that?

Suppose somebody had a secret, and they wanted to tell the secret, but for some

reason they couldn't, and you're the only other person that knows about the

secret. So now the only way it gets told is if you tell it, but A, it's not your

secret to tell, and B,

there's certain people who'd rather not hear about it.

Who has the secret? I can't tell you that. Ed. What? If you want my help,

really going to have to be more specific.

Look, but if I tell you this thing, then you have to promise that it stays

strictly between us.

Okay. Forever.

Okay. Charlie Hudson was gay.

What?

No way.

What about Molly's grandmother?

What about the time he nailed the butter -churning lady in Colonial

Williamsburg? It's a long story, but basically, he's been in a relationship

this guy named Ron for a few years now, and he wanted to tell his family. He

just died before he got the chance.

Wow. Yeah.

Does Molly know?

No. Nobody does.

So what do I do now?

You're sure he wanted everyone to know? He told me so himself.

Well, then, I guess... I guess you have an announcement to make.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe we could just flip for it. You know, heads I tell it, tails you tell

What do you think about that? Or straws. We could draw straws. Straws. Do you

have any straws in you? No. Oh,

George.

Everybody's being so wonderful.

Your father had so many people who loved him.

Yeah.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Molly.

Thanks for coming.

You can, um, you can just leave your coats over there.

Miles, I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

He's a terrific guy.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was.

You know, Ed, I don't want to waste any more of your time with the will, so I

was thinking that we could just do the reading tonight at the reception.

Well, there's no hurry.

In fact, the will isn't officially filed yet.

So we could wait.

Yeah, we better do it tonight before everyone leaves town.

Okay. Okay.

Excuse me.

Did you by any chance know Mr. Hudson?

Of course you know him, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here.

But... Sorry.

Do I know you?

I'm Ed Stephens, Mr. Hudson's attorney.

Ron Jeffries.

Friend.

That's what I guessed.

Guess what?

That you were a friend.

Or a business partner.

Oh.

Or something else.

Maybe a war buddy.

Perhaps you played together in a high school band.

He was first trombone, you were second trombone. Not to imply anything about

your relative trombone -playing abilities.

You could have been first trombone. He told you?

Yes.

Ron, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. Did he tell anyone else?

No. Good.

Nice to meet you, Ed.

Excuse me. Ron, I'm sorry. There's something I really need to discuss with

What's that?

Right before Charlie died, he was planning on telling his family about

relationship.

Now that he's gone, I was considering telling them myself. I thought

it might make more sense coming from you.

Ed, do you know how hard it is to have to hide the fact that you love somebody?

No, sir. I guess I really don't. I wanted to tell my family about me and

Charlie.

For years.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Call me a coward.

Sir, I don't think you're a coward.

If Charlie wants his people to know, I say, go ahead.

Tell them.

But I can't be there.

I'm sorry. I just can't be there.

Yeah, boys.

We blew the roof off that mother.

Something like that.

All right, let's do it again. One more time. Harold.

No.

I refuse to waste another nanosecond of my life learning a song, and I use that

term loosely, written by a bowling alley shoe guy.

Come on, Gavin. This is our first public performance.

You think a little group called The Beatles?

Ever hit the stage before they were ready?

The only reason I'm in this group is that you swore to me that we'd never

compromise our creative vision.

No, Gavin, the only reason you're in this group is because you got a Casio

for your bar mitzvah.

Harold!

Before we begin the actual reading of the will, I have an announcement to

I didn't know Charlie Hudson very long.

A few days, in fact.

But... In that short time, I came to realize that he was a... a special guy.

Here, here.

Caring.

Loving. Brave.

And funny.

And handsome.

Gay.

So on to the will.

I, Charles Hudson, being of sound mind... Son?

Mm -hmm? Would you mind repeating that last bit of business?

Sorry.

Your father wanted you to know that he was a gay, a homosexual.

And he intended to tell you himself, but he... So that left me.

Questions? Comments?

Hello,

everybody.

I'm Ron Jeffries, Charlie's partner.

Well, I see you brought a meatloaf.

It's a Cajun meatloaf.

Dr. Jerome, I have here a project I've been working on in my spare time as a

gesture of goodwill.

It's a cross -reference study of every patient in the history of your 38 years

practicing medicine in Stuckyville.

Yeah, yeah. By looking at these files, you can learn how illnesses spread

throughout the community, success rates of various forms of treatment. Dr.

Jerome? I'm sorry, Dr.

Burton. I'm a bit distracted.

Dr. Scotty here connected my computer to a worldwide community of physicians who

help each other online.

Yeah. Say hello to Dr. Nelanta Nanayakara.

He's in Sri Lanka.

How you doing, Nelanta?

Hello, America!

Now, this is a man with initiative.

This is a man who's ready to run a practice.

You're good.

Ma, I'm so sorry I ducked out on you last night.

I just, I know.

Okay. Yeah. Um, I would love to... Oh.

I'll leave you guys alone.

Hey.

I came here to thank you.

Really? My grandfather meant more to me than anyone in the world.

In a lot of ways, we were best friends.

The fact that he had to hide from me, well, it was very upsetting.

But to know that he was going to come out with the truth makes it all better.

But your family's... Oh, they'll be fine.

I mean, some of them aren't the most forward -thinking people in the world,

hey, it's their problem.

Well, I'm glad you're not angry with me.

Not at all.

In fact, I know this is going to sound kind of corny, but I actually feel like

learned something from you and Charlie.

What's that?

That you're better off not hiding who you are or how you feel, and if you've

something to say, just say it.

You know, Molly, you never struck me as a person that leaves much unsaid.

Oh, Ed, you'd be so surprised.

What do you mean?

Well, okay, for starters, I've always found myself strangely attracted to Karl

Malden.

Karl Malden?

Yeah, there's just something about that nose.

It's big.

You lied to me, Dr. Scotty. You stood there with a straight face, and you said

you were going to tell Dr.

Jerome you didn't want the practice.

Well, Dr. Mike, do you really think doctors should always tell the truth?

Yeah, I do. Everyone should tell the truth. Isn't that like the Third

Commandment or the Sixth Amendment or something? Doesn't everyone know that

the time they can walk?

So, if you have a patient with a 5 % chance of survival, but you know that 5

will drop down to 2 % if he loses hope, you'll still be completely honest with

that patient? Yes.

Huh. Yes.

Well, not necessarily, but what does that have to do with anything we're

about? Let him off the hook, Dr. Scotty.

What hook?

I'm not really joining this practice.

I'm sorry, what? He works for a friend of mine in Jasper Town. I brought him

down here for a week just to motivate you, Dr. Burton.

And it worked.

Just look at you, sweating like a monkey in a steam room.

Wait, wait, wait. So this whole thing, it's a joke?

It was an act?

The whole Dr. Scotty thing, I have a tongue delighter? You were just doing a

bit? Faking your whole personality?

No, this is my real personality.

How can you do this, Dr. Jerome?

I don't know, Dr. Burton.

Do you play basketball?

My friends and I have a Thursday night game.

That's great.

So, um, are you still looking for a house?

I sure am. Because I just happen to know one that's available.

Charlie's place.

Yeah. I mean, I think it's got everything that you're looking for,

know, it'd be nice to kind of keep it in the family.

Right, right.

Well, thanks, Molly. You know, I might just take you up on that.

Excuse me.

I've got 72 cases of beefaroni for a Mr.

Jerry Stevens.

Kenny, come on. What's in?

Sorry, can't help you, ma 'am.

Come on, Kenny.

You're going to have to wait. We've got too many guys right now.

Sorry, honey.

Mickey. All right, people. If you are in this flash zone, now is the time to

cover up.

Featuring guest vocalist, Phil Dunn.

Hi, everyone.

Harold.

Sometimes I feel like a man without.

Just my guitars and my memory and the highways that I roam.

But then I do remember a place I called my home

in a little town called Tuckabell.

I'll be in the vein.

Remember when I said people shouldn't hide their feelings? I was so wrong.