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Back in the '80s,
a new game swept the nation...

Pictionary!

And no one was more eager
to doodle their way to bonding
than my mom.

Who wants to frantically draw
their way to family fun?

Count me and Geoff way out.

She's not supposed
to answer for me,

but sometimes
not having a voice
can be a blessing.

Push me out, babe.

Well, that still leaves me
with two generous helpings
of schmoopie pie.

The old me would lie,
but I'm mature now,

so I'll answer honestly
and say I have nothing to do.

And the answer
is still no.

I think lying is a nice way
to spare people's feelings.

Welp, tonight's the night
I wash my hair. Toodles.

Despite the rejection,
my mom was determined

to make Pictionary
a part of her life.

What are you doing?

Circle.

Wheels.

Car? Oh, my God,
did you buy me a car?

Ugh, so close.

I need you
to get in the car.

We're getting you
new underwear.

She didn't need
to talk to anyone,

which wasn't as good
as you'd think it would be.

Do we have any
cream cheese, Bevy?

What is this? What...
What are you doing?

You're...
You're doodling now?

Forget it.
I'll find it myself.

No issue was
too delicate to draw.

Ooh, fun. She's not just
saying it outright.

Don't you dare
guess, Geoff.
Oh, is that a heart?

A broken heart.
Divorce?

Wait, my parents
are getting divorced?

My mom's had enough?

Her wandering eye
has caught up with
her thirst for more?

Geoff, no,
I'm trying to tell you

that my Uncle Marty had
a triple bypass this morning
and now it's touch-and-go,

but thanks
for that, Geoff.
Yeah!

You could be
more sensitive, babe.
What?

Yep,
she tricked us all
into playing.

But there was one person
she couldn't get on board.

What's more fun
than Matlock?

Magnum. But it's Tuesday.

Pictionary!

And I've invited
Bill and Dolores
to play with us.

Oh, great. I'll go first.
We'll both play.

Oh.

"No"?

You got it
on your first try!

Think you meant
to write...

"Woo hoo"?

Ah, yes!
Murray is pumped.

And he has no choice
in the matter anyway.

That's you.

** I'm twisted up inside

** But nonetheless
I feel the need to say

** I don't know the future

** But the past keeps getting
clearer every day **

It was
February 3rd,
1980-something,

and Erica and Geoff
were enjoying
a perk of college life,

going to the mall
in the middle of the day.

Okay, remember, we're looking

for one of these, but in new.

Got it.

The exact same shirt
you always buy. Again.

This is a rugby shirt, Erica.

That might not mean
anything to you,

but in some parts
of the world,

I think it might be
a sport.

Halt your
shopping spree.

Matt Bradley's missing,

and I need a mall ID
for a beef bowl.

Barry, it's $2,

and the last time you had one,

you spent the afternoon
in the mall infirmary.

Well, I love
their take on beef.

And Matt's
in San Francisco.

Gap corporate flew him out
for an interview.

Apparently, he's the
number-one khaki-pusher

on the Eastern seaboard.

Well, I'm sure
he'll blow it.

He's not a very
likable person.

Beef bowl!

He's gonna be
sick to his stomach.

We'll go by the infirmary
and pick him up later.

Whoa!

That's
when he saw it,
in all its majesty.

Hello there, you.

The mannequin?

You know that movie
isn't real, right?

And I can wear my hair
like that if you want.

No, the hat.

Yeah,
it's nice, I guess.

Nice? It's the same one that

our prom limo driver wore.

And he was the coolest.

Oh, yeah!
Nigel from Manchester.

Talked like a Beatle,
but drove like a lunatic.

At one point, we were
on two wheels. In a limo.

Anyway, try on the hat.

That is a cap hewn for
a more confident man.

I could never put that...

Whoa.

Whoa!

Are we in London
right now?

You know what?
You look pretty damn good.

Really?
I'm not so sure it's me.

It could be.

This is the '80s, Geoff.

People are gonna look back
on our fashion and say,

"They got it right."

Well, in that case...

Allo, luv!

Did you catch
the footie match
on the telly?

I'm into
what's on your head,

but not what's coming out
of your face.

Let's roll.

Off we pop.
Stop it.

Right-o.

And roll they did.

Straight to campus
with Geoff's new hat.

See?
What did I tell you?

You're really
pulling that bad boy off.

I know.
I feel seen.

That guy back there

just dipped his
sunglasses at me.

I believe that was a blind
student, but you know what?

Enjoy.

Hey, Geoff,
love the lid.

You look like British miler
Sebastian Coe.

Not when he's running,
when he's walking

and doing errands
and stuff.

What a specific compliment.

Dude, I love it.

Thanks, Big Tasty.

Openly mocking the kids

who make dumb fashion choices

by pretending to like

what they like.

Wait, what?

You should've told me
you were doing this.

I would've brought
my monocle.

Inside scoop,
it's a Snapple lid.

No, dummy, Geoff's wearing it
because he likes it.

He likes making fun
of people who try.

Barry, I think I kind of
look good in it.

It may even be my new thing.

But we don't do new things.

It's just a hat.

It's not just a hat.

It's a gateway to new,
unwelcome fashion choices.

What's next? Sandals?

Pants that aren't jeans?

A second hat?

Why am I the only one
thinking about this stuff?

I ask myself
that every day.

I like my hat, Bar.

In fact, it makes me feel more
like a Geoffrey than a Geoff.

Maybe I'll go by that
for a while.

Hey, dig the cap.
Very GQ.

Whoa. The magazine
with multiple pictures

of Pierce Brosnan
reading in a hammock?

We're having a little
beer-garden party.

You two should come.
Cool.

Can I get one
for my friend here?

Um...

I'm not sure
it's his scene.

His socks
don't even match.

For your information,
one of those socks

is a puppet I made at camp.

Anyway, stop by
if you can.
Yeah.

And just like that,
it's happening!

Your dumb hat
is changing things forever!

But, luckily,
I have the perfect solution.

Be gone!

Aw, damn it!

Even the wind
is against me!

While Barry
wasn't excited about
seeing Geoff's new look,

my dad wasn't excited
about seeing
Bill and Dolores' new love.

You two know
we're here also, right?

Sorry, Mur.

It's been years
since I've enjoyed
the female touch.

Other than
my lady podiatrist.

But you can't go
to the foot doctor
every week.

Believe me, I've tried.

Well, no need
to apologize, Bill.

I think it's sweet
how in love
the two of you are.

Thanks, Bev.

Now if I'm hit with
a crushing wave
of loneliness,

I know it's for a deeper,
more unfixable reason.

This should not be
our social scene.

Or anyone's.

To be clear, kids,

relationships
aren't just about
physical affection.

It's the time spent together
that's most important.

Thanks, older couple
that I barely know.

I thought you said
there'd be pizza.

Dolores has me doing
all sorts of activities.

Did you know you can plant
vegetables in your own yard?

We're growing tomatoes.

This one's my tomato.
Oh!

Nyeh, you're still in
your honeymoon phase.
It'll fade.

And also brighten.

You know,
Murray and I have been
doing some fun activities.

Uh, the other day,
we took a nature walk.

You mean when
your car ran out of gas

and I had to schlep
to that gas station?

But we did see
a hidden garden.

Full disclosure,
I said I saw it
so we'd keep moving.

You know what
you two need?

A hot tub.

We've got one of those
sizzling soakers,
and she's the best.

It's true. We connect
just sitting there.

Sitting?

That's Murray's
favorite thing.

I-I'm gonna pass
on the hot tub.

Why not?
What do I need
a hot tub for?

Who am I, Hugh Hefner?

I think even
the casual observer
would say no.

I don't even know why I try.
Let's just play Pictionary.

Hey, that sounds fun.

Wait, wait,
that's tonight?

I told you we were
having a lovely evening
with friends.

This is my big night out.
I even put on my shirt

with buttons that go
all the way down.

How's about you guys
draw over there,

and I'll watch TV
over here?

Turn that TV off.

What? We're all here together.

We got you, me,
Bill, Dolores,
Cagney, and Lacey.

And us,
for some reason.

Please, Murray.

With just
a little bit of effort,

we could have
what Bill and Dolores have.

Mmm...

What, a strange
amount of comfort
in somebody else's home?

Some connection.

Please, they've been
married a month.

He still looks at her
when she talks.

So what if it's new
and fresh for them?

It doesn't mean
it has to be
stale for us.

You know, it breaks my heart
that you won't even try.

Brea? Any guesses?

I guess that
I'm super uncomfortable

and never
coming back here.

As my dad
was considering a change,

my brother
was fighting against one.

JTP minus Matt Bradley.

I think it's pretty obvious
why we're here.

Some eyebrow-raising
experimentation has occurred.

I shave there
'cause I'm a swimmer.

That mirror was on the floor
because I was cleaning it.

Geoff's wearing a hat.

I agree. That...
That's the headline here.

Yeah, I was
in that area, too.
I love the hat.

Aw, thanks, guys.

No, JTP!

Bag on him
until he takes it off.

I'll start.

your
hat, Geoff.

Hey, it's Geoffrey.
I'm also trying out
a new name.

Ooh, I love that
for you.

It takes more time
to say than Geoff,

but I think
it's time well spent.

Enough already!

We have
a time-honored tradition

of razzing each other
so mercilessly

that we don't dare
try new stuff.

We do.

Why, exactly?

Because it's hilarious.

If Matt Bradley were here,
he'd agree with me,

after I viciously insult
his sandals, jean shorts,
and million-watt smile.

Damn it, Matt Bradley,
where are you?

Maybe this is an opportunity
for the JTP to transform
into a more supportive unit.

Yeah.

What if we
built each other up

instead of
tearing each other down?

And encourage
each other to try

new things, new challenges,
New Coke.

I hear it's sweeter.

Like, I've always wanted
to be a leather duster guy.

Am I a post-apocalyptic cowboy
or a hit man?

Yeah, yeah,
a-and I could rock overalls.

You know, like a farmer.

Or someone that likes to wear
jeans up to their neck.

I love that
for you guys.

Look at us all growing.

No, you need
to stay the same.

Naked, short, and Geoff.

Barry, if I didn't
know any better,

I'd say there's something
deeper going on.

Nonsense.

Yeah, it seems like you're
a little afraid of change.

I'm only afraid
of two things, okay?

A room full
of grandfather clocks

and a baby
holding my stare.

No one is saying
you have to change, too.

Or everyone's saying it.
You know what?

I'll show you all
how bad change can be.

While Barry
was failing to lead the JTP,

my dad was leading
my mom to the basement.

All right,
take the mask off.

Welcome
to the rest of your life.

There's a hot tub.

In my basement?

And check it out.

There's clouds-and-sky
wallpaper

to transport you
to the great outdoors.

Makes me wonder
why you didn't just
put it outdoors.

Then what would I do
with the wallpaper?

You know what, Murray?
Thank you. Thank you.

I knew you wanted
to connect with me, too.

Well, bon appetit,
or whatever it is
people say

when they first
get into a hot tub.

Oh, it's like I'm on
Lifestyles of the
Rich and Famous.

Oh, Murray,
I've never felt
closer to you.

Murray, what are you
doing over there?

Get in.
I'm good.

But the whole point
of having a hot tub
is to enjoy it together.

Ah, this is living.

My sister
had helped Geoff
find a new look,

but he wasn't the only one
looking for a transformation.

Erica, I need a makeover.

You got it.
I just need seven weeks
and a team of 12.

No, I want you to use
your mediocre personal style

to make me look
so dreadful

that Geoff will see
the error of his ways
and lose that stupid hat.

Hold on.

You want Erica
to make you look bad

so your friend will
remove his hat?

Pops knows a good plan
when he hears one.

Lucky for you,
I'm too into this puzzle
to engage any more.

Please. Make me
look like a fool.

I mean,
I think we're starting
from a strong place,

but I'll do what I can.

And so
my sister trotted out

some of the worst looks
she could muster.

Wow, you can really see
all the curves.

And the straightaways.

Damn my versatile form!
We're going again.

You look a bit
like your mother.

So I'm beautiful?

Damn it! Next!

It's Boss Pig
from that show with the gal

whose entire character
is she wears jean shorts.

I do look like a boss.
Go stupider.

That is ill-fitting.

This just makes
my already-broad
shoulders broader.

Curse your
generous gifts, God!

Let me take
one more shot.

Erica
decided to stop trying
to make him look bad

and instead try to make him
look... Not so bad.

Wait...
The finishing touch.

What have you done to me?

I look like
a complete fool!

Thanks, Erica!

Not bad, right?

Honestly, I lost track
of the goal here,
but if you say so.

While Barry
prepared to give
his friends a surprise,

my dad
was trying to figure out
what happened to his.

Why is there a sign outside
that says "hot tub for sale"?

Because, once again,
you massively
disappointed your wife.

Whoa! Easy.

You easy!

She roped me into
a mother-son soak

before I had the good sense
to put that sign out front.

It's not my fault.
Of course it is!

My foot accidentally touched
hers under the water

while she talked
about the lack of intimacy
in her marriage.

I took a lot of steps backward
today 'cause of you, man.

Fine. I'll take care of it.

Damn right you will.

Tonight we're pushing cuticles
and scrubbing heels.

All of her foot business
is falling on me.

Good! You'll be
motivated to help.
Come on.

And
just like that,

my dad dragged me
into brainstorming

how to be more involved
with his wife.

Looking past
the obvious weirdness,

can I ask why your adult
best friend is on my bed?

You're lucky,
little man,

you got the best mattress
in the whole house.

And you know that
because...

Oh, I water your plants
when you're out of town,

but the details
aren't important.

What's important
is getting the Mur-man

back in your mama's
good graces.

Exactly. You two morons
seem to keep
your women happy,

so I thought I could ask you
both for some tips.

My first tip would be
to not go to your child
for advice on intimacy.

And your second tip?

Just get in that hot tub
with her.

Amen to that, Mur.

Hop in that lobster pot
with your lady.

Soothe the aches and pains
of your body and marriage.

Also, what happens
under that foam...

Oh, boy.

Yeah, sure. Just to hit
the fast-forward,

maybe a love note
would do the trick.

I get hand cramps
and don't want to.

What else you got?

How about
a moonlit stroll?

Well, I do go out at night
to the mailbox.

Uh, she's more than welcome
to follow me.

But that is really
my only alone time,
so I say no.

Oh, my God.
You are so bad at this.

Because these ideas
are terrible.

Look, buddy, it's normal.
Things get tired.

Happens to everybody.

But here's the good news.
Your laziness as a husband
is so profound

that even
the smallest gesture

is gonna make
a big difference to Mom.

A small gesture?

That's just slightly more
than I already do.
I can do that.

There you go.
A little affection,
a little surprise.

She'll be blown away.

I got it!

Thank you!

Yeah, you're gonna maybe
want to follow your friend?

Oh, this bed is like
a cloud's lap.

While my dad
was gonna show my mom
he could change,

Barry was gonna show
his friends the new him.

Attention, fashion elite!
Barrington has arrived.

Who's Barrington?
And what are you wearing?

You noticed my ensemble.

This is my new
forever look.

And you thought
your hat was stupid.

I didn't.

Well, I'm taking stupid
to new and exciting heights.

I don't think so, Bar.
You look kind of amazing.

Really amazing. In fact,
I'm kind of regretting

this very hot, cumbersome
coat I'm wearing.

I've taken like three
sports bets today,

and I have no idea
what to do with the money.

Yeah, and I don't like
how exposed I have
to get when I pee.

Barry? Is that you?

Sure is, Lisa.
Go ahead. Drink me in.

Tell everyone
how little you desire me.

This goes against
every fiber of my being,

but you actually look
super cute.

What? How dare you?

Look closer
at these soft pastels.

This actually
breaks my soul,

but I think I want you
to call me.

What?

This can't be happening.

How could I be
even more attractive?

Because, Bar,
you sincerely look good.

And you should
feel good, too.

Well, I hate
the way I look,

and I hate the way
you look, too.

They're just clothes, man.

It's not just the clothes.
It's everything.

College, living on our own,
new jobs, new girlfriends.

Matt Bradley isn't even
here anymore.

Matt's actually
coming back tonight.

Please, he's never
coming back.

San Francisco has it all.

Cable cars, Alcatraz,
earthquakes.

It's paradise.

Buddy, I think
you may be overreacting.

We're always
gonna be the JTP.

Are we?
Because it seems to me

we're all going
in our separate directions.

And I'm the only one
who cares.

Barrington...

The... The gate is open.

As Barry
worried the JTP
was destined to fall apart,

my dad hoped
his romantic gesture

would bring
my parents together.

** Slicing up
a grapefruit, oh **
Surprise affect...

Oh, my God, Murray!

Oh! Oh!
Brought you flowers.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking I would
get a smooch from my wife,

not a fruit knife
in my arm.

You're lucky
my survival instincts
didn't fully kick in.

I would've
finished you off.

How am I lucky?
I've got a new hole
in my body.

Imagine if I'd been
chopping an onion.

You'd have a chef's knife
in your heart,

and I would be
a beautiful widow

with a long line
of eligible suitors
standing outside the door.

The door
to your jail cell.

No jury
would ever believe

that you would do something
sweet and spontaneous.

But at least I tried.
And what did it get me?

A moldy basement
and a light stabbing.

You know what, Murray?
Sometimes trying isn't enough.

I don't need a hot tub
without you in it,
or a random hug.

I need real connection.

Clearly, I don't know
what that is.

And that's the problem.

♪**♪

My dad
had a hole in his arm,

but it wasn't as big as
the hole in my mom's heart.

So he decided to give her
exactly what she wanted.

What's this?

Go to the kitchen?

What, did you put a steam room
where the fridge should be?

No, no, no, no!

Aw, stupid arrow

pointing the wrong way.

Surprise!
Surprise!

Against all my instincts,
we're back.

I live here.

You're throwing me
a Pictionary party?

I thought
you hated it.

The game?
Sure. It's the worst.

But you want
to feel connected,

and I want to show you
that we are.

So I'm gonna go first.

Turn the egg timer, buddy.

Okay.
Here we go, Mur.

My dad
was about to prove to my mom

just how much of a team
they really were.

Sadly, he couldn't
draw for crap.

Unless the word's
"spaghetti pile,"
Mur's coming up short.

But then something
truly special happened.

Oh! That's obviously
an ice cream cone.

You got it!

Wait, how did you get
ice cream cone from
all that gobbledygook?

Well, that is a seagull,
which means the shore,

which is where
we all had soft serve

and then Barry had to make
in the ocean.

People ran out
like they saw Jaws.

I don't think the story
needed more color, Adam.

And
the craziest thing,

my parents kept dominating.

Diner!
Yes!

Where? How? What?

Spider!

You got that
from a single dot?

Hairdresser.
Bingo!

How are they doing this?

Through all their craziness
and dysfunction,

no two people
know each other
better in the world.

That's sweet.
And yet let's never
be like them.

Give me that marker.

Me and Bill have
the magic touch, too.

A horse.
What?

Why would that
be a horse?

Plain as day
that's a pony's tongue.

Why would I start
by drawing the tongue?

Because
it's the most expressive
part of a horse.

Okay, so you're saying
you can tell a horse
just by the tongue?

If it's done
with nuance, yes.

Look at us.
We clobbered 'em.

We really did.

You know, everyone told me
I should show you
a small act of affection.

But I thought,
we have something bigger
between us...

A lifetime together.

Maybe we're more connected
than I thought.

We are.

But that doesn't mean
I can't try harder.

I know.
Me, too.

** Oh, give a little bit

Sometimes
what's familiar

can be so much sweeter
than what's brand new.

H-Hey, the Jampilation.

Seems like
just yesterday

I was hanging
from that six-foot rim
while holding my crotch.

Where does the time go?

Look at us.
We were such idiots.

I loved those idiots.

Bar, we're the same guys.

No, we're not.

We're all moving
in different directions.

Pretty soon,

Andy is gonna be
the engineer for that
tiny train at the zoo.

They're just
overalls, bro.

Naked Rob is gonna be
a hit man for the Yakuza.

That's obviously
the natural progression
after buying a coat.

And Geoff is gonna be...

An old-timey golfer.

Oh, fun. I didn't know
where you were going with me.

Bar, our clothes might be
different, but we're not.

And even if we were,
change is good.
It's how we grow.

But that doesn't mean
we're gonna grow apart.

But it's already happening!

Matt Bradley is living
by the bay

and eating Rice-A-Roni
with Joe Montana.

I'm pretty sure
you're wrong about that.

** See the man
with the lonely eyes

Matt Bradley?

Hey, there, bud.
Heard you missed me.

No.

Maybe. Shut up.

Well, I just want
to let you know

that no matter where we are
in life or the world,

nothing gets between me
and my bro-hams.

Really?

Really.

Friends forever.

JTP!

Damn it.

Now do you see why
I love you guys so much?

JTP hug?

As exciting
as change can be,

sometimes it doesn't
beat the relationships
that get better over time,

and the time you spend
with people you love
who know you inside and out.

** Tonight **

♪**♪

Give me some light!
Turn on the lights!
Half lights!

Are you sure
no one's gonna
come down here?

The house is empty,

and as soon as you climb into
those soothing bubbles,

all your cares
will melt away.

Dude, no way.

Geoff and I called dibs
on these raging waters.

Yeah, I have
a tiny lumbar issue

that could really use
some hydrotherapy.

Yo, yo! Make a hole!

I'm about to cannonball
into this thing.

No!

Brea and I were
about to get in. Alone.

Your choice.

Just know my mouth,
butt, and feet

were in there this morning.

I'm sorry, Adam.
I can't.

As soon as he said "mouth,"
I knew it was over.

Nice try, but I'm sure

the chlorine'll take care
of your grodiness.

I will be wearing a Speedo.

Yeah, I'm fine
with my back pain.
Tub's yours.