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That is it, Ray.

That's the last time
I go to paintball with you.

I mean, the last thing you said
to me was, "I got your back."

I did have your back!

Well, then how did this happen?

Hey, it's not my fault you
don't understand hand signals.

I clearly said...

Oh, I'm sorry.

'Cause I thought you said...

Hey, watch your language.

(clattering)

(laughter from kitchen)

KIP: Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh. (laughing)

Hey! What are you doing in my kitchen?

We needed a bottle of tequila

for something we're making.

What are you making?

Me drunk.

(both laughing)

NATHAN: You know, Mom,

I'm starting to think that your roommate

is a bad influence on you.

Oh, lighten up. (makes fart noise)

This is the only way
I could get her to make

prank calls with me.

I'm calling the mayor
and asking him to prom.

No, you're not using my phone.

Mom...

You're right, you're right.

You-you got bigger problems.

Since, uh... (laughing)

since your refrigerator isn't running.

Uh...

Yeah, it is.

(both laughing)

Then... then you better go...

(both laughing)

(laughing): I can't!

A fridge...

running...

catch it...

(laughing hysterically)

Shh. Shh.

Listen, listen, listen.

Oh. Oh, hey.

Mayor Hot Stuff?

Shh.

What's that?

Oh, my God, Carol,
I called the wrong number.

(both laughing)

Hey, Dad, how's the renovations going?

The Millers - 02x06
Diggin' Up Bones

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Thanks for dinner, Deb.

Sorry I didn't eat very much.

I'm on this new diet where
I only eat things with flavor.

Oh, come on! That was funny!

No, Nathan, it wasn't.

Your humor is as bland as Debbie's cooking.

(laughter)

(laughing)

I didn't hear. What did he say?

Oh, Kip, you got to come over
for dinner more often.

You're more than Mom's roommate;
you're a part of this family.

Aw. I've always wanted
a cute little sister.

(giggles)

And a much older brother.

Wait. Me?

No, I'm not older than you.

Well, you said before you're 43 years old

and I just sent out the Evite
for my 35th birthday, so...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait...

You're... (snorts)

You're 34?

What year were you born?

- 1979.
- What year did you graduate high school?

- 1998.
- Who shot J.R.?

I'm not familiar with the reference.

Debbie, did your mail come today?

Uh, yeah, it's in the living room.

Oh, let's go look
at Debbie's celebrity mags

for tattoo ideas.

You know, I always wanted to get a tattoo,

but they told me my skin is too thin.

Mom is thinking about getting a tattoo?

Can you believe this?

I don't know. You had
an earring for three years.

Well, yeah, it was the '80s.

You had to look stupid just to fit in.

I always wanted an earring,

but we couldn't afford any
real jewelry on the commune,

so I just glued a piece of corn to my ear.

It was so cool until the crows came.

CAROL: Nathan! Debbie!

Did you see this letter
from Central Elementary?

No. Is it some sort of announcement

giving you permission to open
other people's mail?

It was sent to me.

I guess I never updated
my address with them.

And look at this.

It's an invitation
to a retirement party for...

Miss Pam.

KIP: Ooh.

I smell a rivalry.

You know, Kip, I doubt my mom

wants to rehash all the ugly details...

For decades, I dedicated my life

to being a model educator
at Central Elementary.

My students looked at me with
a mix of fear, love and respect

usually reserved for popular dictators.

The semicolon is

a powerful mark of punctuation
with three uses.

Tammy, name them.

Connections, transitions and complex lists.

And, class, how do we use them?

KIDS: With respect!

(ukelele playing)

CAROL: But then, one day,

Miss Pam arrived,

with a pair of bosoms
so prominently displayed,

it was like there were
three globes in the room.

♪ It's a comma with a hat ♪

♪ And if you just remember that ♪

♪ That's all you need to know ♪

♪ About semicolons. ♪

Hey. Could you keep it down?

Some of us are trying to teach.

What are you trying to teach them?

How to hate learning?

(children laugh)

You might want to cover up.

I wouldn't want you to lose
something in your cleavage,

like your car keys.

Or your car.

And when things like

the new overhead projector
arrived, it didn't matter

who needed it most.

The administration
would always look her way.

And when Principal Horne finally retired...

and to replace me as principal,

no one is more deserving than...

Miss Pam.

(squeals)

CAROL: When I started teaching,

it was all about "A"s.

But after Miss Pam, all anyone cared about

were the double "D"s.

So my biggest enemy became my boss.

If you're just joining us,
Kip is on the edge of his seat.

Thank you, Kip.

Retiring?

Why would she retire at that age?

Oh, I bet it's because
her boobs are starting to sag.

I hear that happens to some women.

Mom, that was ten years ago.

You just need to let it go.

She's the one who can't let it go.

Inviting me to her retirement party?

I'll tell you what I think of that.

Good Lord, that's a quality cardstock.

You know what you should do, Carol?

You should go to that party

and give that woman a piece of your mind.

You think so?

Oh, gosh, sorry. You know what?

I just remembered I forgot
to scrape any of the cheese

off those dinner plates.

Uh, you know, it's probably fine.

It'll be easy to scrape off
in the morning, right, Mom?

No, Nathan! How many times
do I have to remind you?

Cheese on a plate makes a morning you hate.

It's like nobody reads my needlepoints.

What is wrong with you?

My mom can't go to that thing.

Wait a second.
Did you just purposely divert

your mother into the kitchen?

Yes, I did.

Yeah, look, Kip,
our mom can't go to that party.

Why not?

She clearly has emotions
about this Miss Pam

that she's been storing up for years.

Your mother is an emotional hoarder.

She collects grudges like
they're Cool Whip containers.

The cheese was already stuck,
so I put it in soapy water.

Soak overnight, morning delight.

You know, Carol,

I'd like to hear more about Miss Pam.

Uh... oh, my God, I just remembered.

Silly me.

Left my wallet in the car.

Although... it's probably fine.

Are you crazy?

A wallet in a car is thief bait!

How much you want? Ten grand? 20 grand?

To just walk out that door
and never come back.

Okay.

Look, Kip, I know that you
think that you're helping her,

but maybe in this case we know what's best.

Yeah, you tend to get to know somebody
after you spend 43 years with them.

Well, that would be
impossible for me to do,

since I'm five days shy of 35.

What's your Chinese zodiac?

Goat. Specifically, an earth goat,

and my lucky flowers are carnation,
primrose and Alyce flower.

What else you got, Gramps?

Are you sure we should be here, Kip?

I'm positive.

- You need to move past this.
- Yeah.

Just remember you're powerful,
you're beautiful,

and if she comes at you, hit her high.

She's bound to tip over.

Yep, there they are.

I knew it.

We came looking for you at your apartment

and you weren't there,
and I went to Debbie's

and she said that she hadn't seen you,

and then I put together

that this lunatic
must have brought you here.

Carol needs this.

She needs to let Miss Pam
know how she feels.

That's right.

I need to get her chest off my chest.

And look at this party

she flirted the school
board into throwing her.

Scallops wrapped in bacon?

The only protein at my retirement party

was a cricket that got in the punch.

Mom, you've got to stop listening to him.

I mean, you're...

you're taking life advice from a guy

who still thinks he's in his mid-30s.

Ignore him, Carol.

This will be cathartic.

I once confronted the ice cream man

who always drove away
when I came running up.

Turns out, I had been
chasing the exterminator

whose horn played music.

That's why I'm so thin
and know seven different ways

to get a rat out of the attic.

Ah! There she is now.

If you'll excuse me.

Wow, those things haven't sagged an inch.

I should get her boob guy to redo my couch.

(gasps) Carol!

Oh, I'm glad you could make it.

And with the exact same hairdo
you had 25 years ago.

You know, usually people only stick
with something when it works.

That's not true.

You stuck with teaching.

I was an excellent teacher.

Better than you.

Why else would they have made me principal?

I can think of two reasons: boop, boop.

Those things got you everything.

A projector, promotion
and the only classroom without asbestos.

And that is exactly why the school board

threw you this elaborate party.

Carol, you poor, misguided mess.

You think the school board did all this?

My students are the ones
who paid for this party.

- What?
- Yeah.

My students!

And they dug up all the time capsules

that our class has buried,
just so I could read

all the wonderful letters
that they'd written

about their favorite teacher, Miss Pam!

Hey, Mom, are you okay?

Her students threw her this party.

My students didn't throw me a party.

I mean, I know I was strict, but I thought

at least they appreciated it.

Oh, I'm sure they did.

And they would've thrown you a party

if there'd been a Facebook
and a Twitter back then.

Oh, social media! (growls)

Ladies and gentlemen, reading
us letters from 20 years ago,

please welcome Miss Pam!

(whooping)

"I can't wait until I'm all growed up

so me and Miss Pam can get married."

Talk to me after the party, Charlie.

(clicks tongue)

Maybe she was the better teacher.

I never got a Valentine
from one of my kids.

Even when I made it mandatory.

"I love school with Miss Pam.

She's the bestest teacher ever."

Aw.

No, you're the bestest, Rachel.

Ooh, there's just so many of them!

♪ So many letters, we're gonna be here ♪

♪ All night. ♪

If you'll excuse me a second,
I-I need to get some fresh air.

Oh, God.

I feel sorry for whoever
drove here in the smallest car,

because that thing's
about to get flipped.

She's probably going for a nice, long walk

to calmly evaluate what happened

and to let the healing process begin.

Yeah, that doesn't sound like Mom.

(alarm blaring)

(woman shrieks)

That sounds like Mom!

You guys have to help me.
There's something wrong with your mom.

She's just staring into space.

I watched a fly walk across her eyeball.

Well, hang on a second, Kip.

I, uh, I know it's tacky to say
I told you so, but, uh...

check your phone.

I didn't bring it.

It says I told you so!

Okay, fine.

I get it.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I just don't have
the life experience that you do.

Look, it's not the first time
that Mom has been in a funk.

All right? Everything
will be fine just as long as

she's not moping around
in her depression hoodie.

You mean that ratty green thing
that smells like a hamster cage?

Oh, no, Nathan... the depression hoodie.

She hasn't worn that since Tom
Selleck shaved his mustache!

And she hasn't eaten anything
but Crystal Light in days.

She's not even mixing it with water.

She's sucking it straight from the packet!

Oh, God.

She's on the Crystal.

Hey, Mom.

How you doing?

Brought you some water
to go with your Crystal Light.

Don't get too close.

She spits.

Oh, it's okay.

Debbie and I got some tricks

that always get her out of her funk.

Hey, Mom?

I was thinking about
purchasing a major appliance.

You think I should just go ahead and buy

the first one I see
without comparison shopping?

Save your money.

Get some breast implants.

I got this, I got this. I got it.

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, Mommy?

I think I have a fever.

Would you mind checking with
your lips against my forehead?

It's always so much more
accurate than a thermometer.

What's the point?

We're all gonna die.

And my students aren't

gonna come to my funeral.

Okay, well, we'll-we'll go chew on that...

She's gonna spit! Go! Go! Go!

The only way that Mom is gonna feel better

is if she thinks that
her students loved her.

What we need are a bunch of
great letters like Miss Pam had.

Good luck with that.

Carol's not getting a letter from a student

unless it's coming through
a window tied to a brick.

Wait a second!

What if we just write our own letters?

We tell Mom that we dug up
her old time capsule,

- and just replace the letters.
- Yeah.

It's not a bad idea, but we don't know

any of her students' names.
Plus, you know Mom.

She's never gonna believe it
unless she takes them

out of the actual time capsule.

She's right. Carol can spot a lie

from a mile away. Literally.

Once, I told her I was sick
so I could get out

of going on a hot air
balloon ride with her.

She spotted me having a picnic.

From a mile away.

Fine. You know what? We'll go to the school

and dig up the actual time
capsule and replace the letters.

Yeah, yeah!

And we'll have Mikayla and Dad write them

so the handwriting looks like
it was done by sixth graders.

(laughs)

Cursive really throws me for a loop.

Pun intended.

(laughs)

I've been waiting many years

for the topic of handwriting to come up.

Anyone want to talk about the trombone?

Ooh, I got one!

Oh, Mr. Hoover's class 1978.

(groans)

Oh, hey, look.

There's a Charleston Chew in here.

Can't find those anymore, huh?

Just dig! We wouldn't even be out here

if it wasn't for you!

I already apologized!

Geez, someone needs to watch Frozen

and learn to "Let It Go."

(metal clangs)

Oh, I hit something.

Guys! I found it!

Okay, great. All right.

Let's fill these holes back up
and get out of here.

My... my shovel's stuck in a time capsule.

Nathan, I think you hit a pipe!

Yeah, that's not a capsule.
That's a water pipe.

Really?

You think I hit a pipe?

I do!

Yeah, Debbie's right.

That's a pipe.

(scoffs) Dummy!

That's it.

I'm killing you.

(laughing)

(grunting)

Will you stop it?! You're being ridiculous!

(both grunting)

(screams)

Oh, get ready to get your hair pulled.

I earned a ton of extra money
in college doing this!

(all yelling)

Dear God!

(siren whoops)

(car doors open)

Where are they?

Your three little hoodlums

are in the locker room getting cleaned up

because they were a mess.

(clears throat)

Look at you!

What do you have to say for yourselves?

Well, I can't speak for these two.

But I got to say that I'm kind of proud

that I still fit into
12-year-olds' gym shorts.

What were you all doing?

They were looking for this.

My old time capsule?

Why would you want to dig that up?

We thought it might make you feel better

to read some of your students' old letters.

You did that for me?

You're right.

I-I would like to see
what those letters say.

Uh, don't open that!

- Might be full of spiders!
- Or rusty edges!

Or terrible letters. I mean, more spiders.

I already opened it
and read all the letters.

In fact, let me share

my favorite one from Jay Simmons.

"Dear Citizens of the Future,

if time machines have been invented,

please come back and save me

from the detestable hell
that is Mrs. Miller's class."

Let me see those.

(sighs) This one's from Mike Fisher.

I loved him.

"The devil is not dead.

Rather she is walking amongst us

in an array of oversized tops

sporting way too much tropical fruit."

From Erica Temple.

Sweet girl.

"I am so eternally grateful that I was
assigned to Mrs. Miller's class this year."

Hey, that's a good one. Let's end on that.

"If I hadn't been assigned to her,

"then my parents' divorce

would've been the worst thing
that happened this year.

Instead, the bitter custody
trial proved a welcome relief

from the agony
of her lugubrious classroom."

Mom... you don't deserve that.

That's just mean.

"Lugubrious" ? Is that a good thing?

No. It means "sad and dismal."

Actually, what it means
is that my sixth graders

were writing at a 12th-grade level.

Look at this perfectly used
semicolon right here.

"The devil is not dead... semicolon...

rather... comma...
she is walking amongst us."

And right now I'm walking mighty proud.

NATHAN: Yeah, mom.

You know what? You're right.

I mean, look.

Look at... look at Miss Pam's letters.

I mean, they're filled with mistakes.

And this handwriting?

It looks like they wrote
these with their feet.

Well, at least they liked me.

Well, good for you.

I didn't sign up to be
a teacher so I could be

best friends with a bunch of sixth graders.

My goal was to lay my head
on my pillow every night

knowing I'd given my kids a great education

whether they liked me or not.

So, I'm fine if your students

think you are the bestest... semicolon...

I'd rather be remembered
as the best... period.

She just combined two independent clauses.

Uh, I know that 'cause I was in her class.

And I wasn't.

Which is why I have no idea
what an independent clause is.

(clicks tongue)

(blows raspberry)

Boy. Carol's one hell of a teacher

for you to be able
to remember all the things

she taught you over 30 years ago.

You've had my entire lifetime to forget it.

Who's your favorite Charlie's Angel?

- Lucy Liu.
- No, from the TV show.

- Didn't know there was one.
- Oh, damn it!

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