All language subtitles for Date.My.Dad.S01E05_English

I'll be back
in a couple hours,

by 9:00 at the latest.

Are you sure
you're okay?

Dad, we're fine.

I'm 12!

Kids babysit at 12.
Hello-o-o?

You're not
babysitting me.

I'm not a baby.

Theoretically, I am.

Are not!

All right, I'm calling
Bill and Jackie to cancel.

Clearly, you're not okay alone.

We're fine!

Of course we are.

Sorry.

But you're not babysitting me.

Seriously?

We're fine.
Siblings argue.

It's what we do.

You know, I'm happy
to pitch in

with whatever's happening
over here.

Nope. I'm buying
a present for Abuela.

I'm getting her some fish.

To eat?

No, to keep.

So she won't
be lonely.

Abuela
is not lonely.

Believe me.

Mirabel...

I'm just saying,

plenty of fish
in the sea.

20 bucks, from me.

Wait... I just realized
I need 10 for tonight.

There's 10.

I'm leaving.

Not like that, you aren't!

Oh... these are the moments
I live for.

Totes.

Mirabel, go change.

What's wrong
with what I'm wearing?

Well, where should I start?

I mean, first of all,
unless you're going swimming,

you need to be wearing
more... fabric.

Everywhere!

You're not going
swimming, are you?

No, I'm not.

I'm going to the game.

Ah, okay, yeah,
the plot thickens.

Liam is pitching, I assume?

He assumes
correctly.

He does.

Enough.

And all my friends
dress like this.

Well, that's great for them.

You're not going
out of the house like that.

Go change.

-No!
-Excuse me?

No. I am not going to change.

I'm not
a kid, Dad.

I can wear whatever I want.

Ooh...

No, Mirabel... you can't.

You are 15 years old,
and you are very much a kid,

and this outfit
is completely inappropriate!

End of story!

Not "end of story"!

[tearing up, shouting]:
You don't understand!

It's not fair!

If Mom were here,
she'd understand!

She'd let me
wear what I want to wear!

She'd defend me!

You don't get it!

You never will.

[sobs]

You're not Mom.

[***]

[door slams]

* Aah, aah, aah
Can I get a witness? *

* Wow! *

* I'm feelin' all right *

* Just like I should
should, should *

* Best day of my life *

* It feels so good
good, good *

* I'd bottle up this feeling
if I could *

* Oh yeah! *

You should have heard her.

It was-- It was terrifying.

I mean, she was screaming.

Actually screaming.

Oh, God. You know,
Mom used to scream, right?

I hate screaming.

Do you remember
the time that we borrowed--

stole...
Mr. Angel's car

from down the block?

Right?
Oh-ho, man...

did Mom scream
that day.

What?

There's a lot going on
for Mirabel right now.

I mean,
she's in high school now,

and all the pressures
that go with that.

Her hormones are going nuts,

and she doesn't
have a mother.

She misses Isabella,

and that's gonna come out
in all sorts of ways.

No, but you guys
don't understand.

She lost it.

Yeah, just like Mom.

[exhaling heavily]

Poor... Poor kid.

She's a teenage girl.

It's bound to happen.

Really? Again?

Many times.

Teenage girls,
they scream, slam doors,

say "I hate you!"

I know,

I was one of them.
It's awful.

You need a Scotch.

Yeah. [sighing]

I don't know, I mean,
maybe she's right.

Maybe I need
to chill out,

stop being so...

Fatherly?

I know. It's my job,

but, you know, she kept saying,
"You don't understand!"

and "You don't get it!"

Maybe she's right!

I don't know what it's like
to be a 15-year-old girl

without a mother.

And you never
will, Rick!

You're never
gonna be her!

But the point is,
you're doing the best you can.

[sighing] Maybe I should
let her grow up, you know...

get a little more independence.

Maybe she's not a kid anymore.

Sh i a kid, Ricky,
but you called her a kid.

And teenagers, they don't
want to be called a kid.

Mm.

That was better, right?

Yeah, yeah.
That's right.

Most teenage girls
can't wait to grow up

and be taken seriously.

And Mirabel, she just
wants to be a grown-up,

and she wants you
to treat her like one.

You remember
what it was like...

Being the little brother,

trying to hang out
with me and my friends?

Trying to get into
the movies with us?

Wondering when the heck
you were actually gonna grow up?

I do. Absolutely.

And I'm still not
talking to Andy Stern.

I mean, who wanted to go to
his stupid Bar Mitzvah anyway?

But Mirabel,
she's the oldest.

Exactly.

And that's why she feels like
you've demeaned her.

But I got
to tell you.

Andy Stern's Bar Mitzvah...
off the charts!

Was... [trails off]
...a lot of fun.

Whatever, Bill.

I didn't mean
to make her feel bad.

At all.
It was just...

You know, when I saw her
in that outfit

and I started thinking about
boys seeing her in that--

Oh, no, I know
exactly what you mean!

I couldn't handle
that for a minute!

I mean, you know what?

I go crazy
even if I know

someone's looking
at my niece!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just want
to grab them by--

Oh, my God!

Guys, please!

-What?
-Hold on. I lost it, too.

I don't want her wearing
something like that,

and that's
my prerogative!

I mean, I'm her
parent, right?

Oh, exactly!
Oh, and boys?

No, no, no.
Not even one.

No! Never. Never, ever!

Uncle Bill putting
his foot down, right now!

Of course,
you are the parent,

but there's ways
to go about it. Right?

It's like telling somebody
to calm down--

never calms them down, right?

Ah, I'm glad
I have you guys and Rosa.

I can't do this alone.

You know, and sometimes,
I just get so...

you know, mad at Isabella
for...

dying, and...

leaving me alone.

[***]

What, uh...

what's happening
over-- over here?

Um...

Looks like "fancy"
is happening here.

[background music playing,
chatter]

[***]

[waitress]: There's room
at the counter, girls.

Thanks.

You went about it
all wrong, Mirabel.

I change in the locker room
once I get to school.

I leave the house looking
as Amish as possible.

If I owned a bonnet,
I'd wear it.

Yeah, but I don't want to lie
to my dad, Julie.

[sighs]

You guys should have heard him.
He lost it.

I know what
that's like,

but, Mira,
it's not lying.

It's withholding.

Different!

Oh... [laughs]

I wish my dad cared
about what I was wearing.

I honestly don't even think
he knows what I look like.

That sucks, Elaine.

Sorry.
My dad's great.

It's just he...

doesn't get it.

And... you know,
he's a guy.

I'm sorry,
Mirabel.

It must be so hard.

I don't know
about you guys,

but I'm glad that
we left when we did,

because I could not
take another inning.

So boring.

Totally.

We're here
'cause of you.

'Cause of Liam.

Whoo!

[chuckling]

[door bells jingling]

There they are!

I'm just going to go talk
to the girls for a sec.

Hey.

Hey. I was just
telling Elaine and Julie

how amazing
the game was.

Yeah.

Really?
'Cause you left.

Um...

That's okay.
I would've left, too.

It sucked.

There's a woman coming here,
isn't there?

A woman coming for dinner
for the widowed brother.

You're ambush-dating me!

No, no, no. It's--
It's not like that.

Oh! Oh, no.

But Billy,
it looks like that.

Calm down. Oh--!

[mock gasping]: Oh...
"calm down", is it?

Well, I thought
that didn't work.

Turns out, it doesn't.

I'm leaving.

And not
at all calmly.

Okay, look.
Look, Rick.

I get it, I do.

You made it very clear
that we were

to butt out
on your dating.

And yet, here we are
with Mom's china and candles.

Imagine that!

It's just
we couldn't

help ourselves.

Yeah. She's
incredibly cool,

and this is going to be
totally casual.

I won't even
light the candles.

Really?

You won't even
light the candles?

It just slipped
out. Sorry.

Look, this will be
totally casual, bro.

I made rack of lamb
with wine, Bordeaux,

and chanterelle reduction,

and red quinoa
with almonds and shallots.

A light arugula salad
with some shaved parm,

and chocolate ganache
for dessert.

No biggie.

Not helping.

Is that all?
Is that all?

Sounds like a real casual meal,

with
the Bordeaux wine reduction.

Okay, listen to me.

Lindsay is just--

Oh! Lindsay, is it?

The ambush-date has a name.

"Lindsay."

Okay, she happens
to be smart and sexy.

She is also
an orthopedic surgeon.

Yeah, she's done

Tommy John-type surgeries,
like you had on your elbow.

Many times.
What do you think about that?

Is that not cool?

Totally cool!

[sighs]

I don't want
you to think

that we arranged
anything,

or that
we ambushed you.

Oh, oh, no, it doesn't
look like that at all.

[Bill]: We just thought
that it would be fun

to have dinner
together.

Just dinner.

If you guys
dig each other,

you dig each other,

if not, not. Right?

Don't even think
of it as a date.

Just think of it as a...

[takes a deep breath]

...A chance encounter.

A chance encounter?

In your dining room?

Dug deep for
that one, hey, babe?

Kinda did.

Yep.

[doorbell chimes]

I'll get it.

Trust me.

-Really?
-Trust me.

Pow!

I don't think
we should be in here.

Well, not in
her closet, anyway.

She won't know.

She knows
everything!

[***]

Step away
from the garments.

Oh, look! Teddy.

Don't touch anything!

That's the key.

Look how hot
all of these are.

Yes, I think "hot"
was the inherent problem

with Dad's thesis
earlier this evening.

But they're all
so pretty.

All my clothes
are so boyish.

Look at
that frilly thing!

It's so girlie.

I want to be girlie.

No, you don't.

Now let's
get out of here.

I kinda do.

You've got
a different style.

Stick with it.
It works on you.

Style?
I have no style.

See? No style.

A fashion desert.

And sports equipment.

That's nice.

It looks okay to me.

Corduroy pants?

And not the narrow corduroys.

The thick, weird ones!

Not good.

Most alarming--

Blue cupcake t-shirt, 12:00.

Yeah, that's bad.

We're gonna have
a yard sale,

sell all
this old stuff,

and I'm gonna chip in
for Abuela's gift.

We're going
for the whole aquarium!

And then,
I'm going shopping.

Oh... "Ducky" jacket.

Oh, and it has a...
It has a beak, even.

On its hood.

Quack-quack.

Quack-quack.

But if I'm being
honest, I admit,

I want my girls
to stay kids forever.

[chuckles] You sound like
a very loving father.

No, it can be tough,
this parenting thing.

You know what
can be really tough?

Pro-ball.
Tell her about it.

You know, when you first bring
'em home from the hospital,

it's terrifying.

I mean, they're so small
and helpless,

and you're clueless
and scared,

and then, all of a sudden,
one day, it just... clicks.

[laughs] Just like that?
It just clicks?

I don't buy it.

No, it does.
It's wild.

I mean, what you feel
for this kid in your arms?

It's the most profound love
you can imagine.

No, I-I really can't.

I just--

I don't think,
unless you have kids,

that you get it.

I think
you're right, Lindsay.

I love my nieces,

but as a woman without kids...
I know what you mean.

Would anyone
like any cheese?

Olive tapenade?

To talk about
anything but this?

No, and when
they're little kids,

you get this truly
unconditional love from them.

They're like puppies,
but better.

I mean, no,
you can do no wrong.

They're mushy and sweet
and they smell good,

and one day, it's...
it's not about you.

That's the thing.

It's never gonna be
about you again,

and you know what?

It's the best feeling ever!

You become...

selfless
when you're a parent.

If... If you're a good parent.

Agreed.

Yeah, you know,
I know a woman

who tried to sell her kids
on eBay.

Okay, that didn't go over
really well,

but, talking about long shots,

have you seen this man
throw a ball?

[Bill chuckles, forced]

Let's switch gears here.
How about dinner?

Jacquelyn,

would you join me in the kitchen
for just a moment?

I would love to,
William! [chuckles]

[Bill sighs]

You have issues!

He's talking about his kids!

About parenting
and "profound love"!

Yuck So not sexy.

They're having
an adult conversation.

Why does it have to be sexy?

It just doesn't feel like
a first date.

'Cause it's really not!

And we're here,

and Ricky just had a fight
with Mirabel,

and what do you know
about first dates anyway?

You haven't had a first date
in 15 years!

And what is so "yuck"
about profound love?

I don't know.
I just...

I don't see sparks.

[irate groaning]
Oh, my God!

You make so mad right now!

You don't see sparks,
you feel them--

and not in other people!

Get the lamb.
You're annoying me.

[slams glass down]

[Jackie laughs, forced]

He's so funny.
I love my husband.

What about
these overalls?

Overalls?

What am I, a farmer?

What was I thinking?

I'm getting rid
of everything.

No way.

Yep, you own
this bunny bad-boy.

I should be arrested.

It just keeps getting worse.

I think I need
to seek professional help.

Often, doing something cathartic
like this

is freeing in a way.

Once you dissect
the elements

of something
that is bothering you,

whether it be a trauma,

or a pair of
hideous plaid shorts,

you're able to move on
from this crisis point

and start anew.

Wow. Just wow.

You rock, Gigi.

You rock some weird stuff
for a eight-year-old to spew,

but you rock.

[door opens]

[Rosa, calling]:
Elisa? Gigi?

Oh, no, Abuela.

Act casual, say nothing.

She's too smart for that!

Okay...

then just don't
mention the fish.

Coming!

* I brought tamales!

[chuckles]

[sighs]

So, I know you two
are here alone,

which I don't love,

but I am trying
to let your father

parent without me,

which I also don't love.

Have you had dinner yet?

Elisa made chicken,

but we haven't
had it yet.

We've been going through
my closet.

I hate all my clothes Abuela.

I want to change my look.

Well, it's about time.

I-I mean that,
when you get older,

you pay more attention
to how you look.

For boys?

Ah! Boys are an afterthought.

You get dressed
to feel good about yourself.

I'm selling my old clothes.

Gigi and I are going
to have a garage sale.

Oh! That's great!
I love garage sales!

And I have so much stuff
to get rid of.

That's okay.

It's just gonna be me and Gigi,
by ourselves.

We want to do it alone.

But I have so much
to donate.

I'll tell you what--

sell the stuff
and keep the money.

It's kind of our thing.

So you don't want my help?

Next time, maybe.

Hmm. I move out,

a few months later,
I don't exist.

Hey.

Hey!

Join us.

How was the game?

Mirabel?

I'm going to bed.

She and Dad had a fight.

A big one.

He told her to change
what she was wearing,

because...

it wasn't
a lot of clothing at all.

Like, almost none.

Her stomach was showing.

Oh, boy...

And then he called her a kid

and she yelled
that he wasn't Mom,

and then
she slammed the door.

Okay...

Eat your tamales.

I'm on it.

[Rosa]: Mirabel?

She so deserves fish.

She's the best.

[Lindsay]:
Mm. Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, yeah, no...
grip.

Grip? Like that?

Yeah. And pulse it.

I'm pulsing,
I'm pulsing, I'm pulsing.

Oh, that's--
no, that's good.

And side to side
a little bit, like a--

Oh! Did you
feel that?

I do! I mean...

Ahem.

Dessert time.

Oh, you were right, Bill,
she is cool.

I was right?
[laughs] I was right!

Would you mind
saying that again,

little brother, so I can
get that recorded?

Put the phone down, Bill.

You were right.
I got it.

No recording necessary.

Mirabel?

Hi.

Hi.

Can we talk?

I'm not up
for it, Abuela.

Here... Let me.

Dad and I had a fight.

So I heard.
I'm so sorry.

But no father

wants to see
his daughter

start to look
like a woman.

Why?

Because he was
once a boy.

I'm genuinely
concerned about Liam,

if you and he start
to get serious... oh.

Your father
can wield a bat!

Whomp!

[both laughing]

Oh, dear!

He was just so "Dad"
about the whole thing.

My outfit was so cute.

Oh, I'm sure it was,

but he is your father.

And you're in such
an exciting time

in your life, Mirabel.

You gotta
have fun with it.

[chuckles]
I remember those days.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

I also remember
feeling a little sad.

that I could feel
myself changing.

You're...

You're saying goodbye

to that "little girl"
side of yourself.

[quietly]: Yeah.

Yeah.

I really got mad at Papi.

I yelled.

Well, sometimes, yelling
is better than being quiet.

Never keep
something inside

that you really
need to get out.

I love you, Abuela.

Oh. Love you, too.

Everything's gonna be
all right, pumpkin.

You'll see.

The truncated range of motion in
Ricky's arm

clearly illustrates
olecranon injury

and tendon scarring.

That's...

a career-ender for sure.

She's good.

But I'm guessing it's not
just baseball-type overuse

and rotational stress.

There's an impact injury
there, right?

There's bone fracture
and repair.

Am I right?

Yeah. [laughs]

Mirabel was only one.

I was, uh, going to put her down
for her nap.

[***]

[whispers]:
She's asleep.

Can you put her
in the crib?

I'll be right
over there.

[crack]

Ahh!

[Mirabel bawling]

Oh! Honey, honey, honey.

She's okay.
She's okay.

Oh, little thing.

You okay?

Honey?

I'm all right.

-Hey...
-You okay?

Uh... the elbow was wrecked.

I never got it back.

But Mirabel was okay.

And that's--
that's all that mattered.

Mirabel?

[***]

Mirabel?

[***]

I love you.

[sobs quietly]

Come on, Daddy. Please!

It's snowing!

But it's my Christmas present.

[resigned sigh]

Okay. You win.
Here we go!

Don't let go, Dad!

You're doing it!

[***]

I did it!
Mom, Dad, I did it!

Way to go, honey.

All by yourself!

You're a big girl now.

[***]

Goodnight.

Should I be concerned
about being fashion-senseless?

[laughs]

Elisa, you are not
fashion-senseless.

You have a confidence
that transcends clothes,

but, if you like,

Rosa can take you shopping
for some new stuff.

Until then, if you see me
leaving the house

in anything corduroy,

you have to stop me.

I promise.

Love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

We looked online

and we can get
an aquarium with fish

for $65.

Does Rosa want fish
and an aquarium?

Who wouldn't want
fish and an aquarium?

Duh.

Daddy?

I like being a kid.

Are you trying
to melt my heart, Gigi?

Because you're
doing a good job.

[sighing]

[clap-clap]

Ahh, I didn't sleep
a wink last night.

You look great
regardless.

It's my thing.
It's what I do.

I had a thing
with, uh, Mirabel.

I know all about it.

I spoke to her.

I-Is she okay?

It was pretty bad.

I'm making
her favorite breakfast

to make up for it.

She is growing up,

and you have got to let her.

[sighing]

It felt good
talking to her.

She needs you.

And I need her.

The other two could care less.

What are you talking about?

They live for you!

They used to,
but not anymore.

I never should have
moved out.

Do I get
an "I told you so?"

Or do I just have
to commiserate in silence?

It's like I'm invisible.

Wait. W-What are you
basing this on?

They're having
a garage sale without me.

They weren't very nice about it.

[snickering]

This isn't funny!

I offered
to help them,

and they said no,
they would like to do it alone.

Their eyes were very cold.

I'm sure there were
no cold eyes, Rosa.

They want to do the garage sale
by themselves because they--

Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Abuela.

Did everybody sleep okay?

It's important to get
at least seven hours.

Eight is preferred.

Hey there, sunshine.

Hello.

I had a dream last night
all my clothes were plaid.

Shirt, socks,

shorts, shoes...

Everything!

People screamed
when they looked at me.

Wow, Daddy, this looks amazing.

I made Mirabel's favorite.

She's not here.

What are you talking about?

She left early this morning
to meet Elaine and Julie.

They're going shopping.

[Rosa]: Okay.

Kids, Ricky, let's eat.

-[sighs darkly]
-Okay?

She's fine.
She's shopping.

It calms her down.

It's true.

Different activities
help different people relax.

Shopping can be
a Zen-like experience

for someone
like Mirabel.

She finds comfort
in the routine

and diversion
in the act itself.

That's a lot for
a Saturday morning hija.

Oh...

I'm gonna text her and tell her
to meet me at the gym.

Don't be disappointed
if she refuses.

I'll bribe her.

I'm not proud.

Ahem.

Hi...

Hi.

-...Alan.
-Yes?

Uh, we spoke on
the phone. Lindsay.

Oh, Lindsay! L--
Oh, this morning. Yes.

And then again,
right, okay. Uh...

Uh, for Ricky.

Mm-hmm.

He's just in his office

and I'll let him
know you're here.

You got
really nice eyes.

Oh, no.
There's the hole.

Oh. You know,
I remember ninth grade.

I used to dress
it up pretty good.

"If you got it,
flaunt it" kind of thing.

In retrospect,
not my best year.

Here. I'll show you.

Oh. Whoa! Whoa. Yup.
Not your best moment.

Why is there a brick
next to your ear?

Well, that was
a giant cell phone.

Ah, I remember those.

Ricky, hey. Ricky!

Uh, someone by
the name of Lindsay

called for you
this morning.

Oh! The orthopedic
surgeon. Nice!

She must like you.

I don't know what she does
for a living,

but she called twice.

I don't like
the sound of that.

That's weird.

I attract weird.

You do.

Ooh! A surgeon groupie?

I wonder,
is that a surgeon

who likes groupies?

Or a groupie
who likes surgeons?

'Cause, the way I see it,
the "groupie" thing

takes precedence.

Kinda freaky, but then, she does
have all that schooling,

so maybe we go with
"Dr. Stalker Surgeon Groupie."

I like the sound of that!
"Dr. Stalker Surgeon Groupie."

What's the message, Alan?

Oh, yeah. The message.
She's out front.

She seemed so normal.

Don't they all?

Oh, go, your Dr. Surgeon
Stalker Groupie awaits.

Whew.

Hey, Steph. Ahem.

You know what
I was thinking?

I couldn't possibly.

I was thinking
that I'm gonna start

a new boxing-cardio class.

Well, uh, you can talk
to Ricky about it.

I'd be happy to see
your presentation.

Okay, um, well, you come in,

you start with
a little knees--

-...And then just--
-No! Alan! Alan...

-Ba-bap! Ba-bap!
-I didn't mean now.

-Not now.
-Not now?

You know what?

Maybe I don't see
your presentation.

Okay, well, maybe just knees--
"Hey, guys, how're you doing?"

Let's warm it up--
Airplane arms.

I don't think
that warms it up.

No?

I felt compelled to see you.

And bring you this.

Oh, wow. Compelled...

after one date.

I-I'm flattered.

Uh, look, I know that
you're friends with Jackie--

I want to have kids.

Oh... wow.

Oh. Not with you.

Uh, um...

I was just alarmed,
then insulted.

[laughing]
I'm sorry.

Let's go back.

I am a little giddy here.

And clearly,
coming off like

some crazy-surgeon-stalker
lady.

Exactly. I was just telling
my staff that I was scared.

I wanted to thank you
in person.

Listening to you talk about
your daughters last night,

it made me think.

[sighs] I never wanted kids.

I always thought
I was gonna have to choose

between career or kids.

Honestly, Ricky,

hearing you go on about
that profound feeling...

I want that,

and it's missing in my life,

and now I know it.

I did that?

Mm-hmm.

Wow, I'm good.

Real good.

Yes, you are.

10 months ago,

I broke up with this guy
I'd been seeing for five years,

and, um...

we split because
I didn't want to have kids

and he did.

I called him last night...

Ooh... Ooh, tell me more.
I love a good soap.

H-He's gone out
with a few women,

but no one serious, so...

we're seeing each other
tonight.

So... no second date for me?

[laughs]

Mm...

I will let you know
what goes on.

Thank you, Ricky.

You're a good guy.

Oh, now I'm kinda sad

that you're not surgeon-stalker-
crazy-lady.

[laughs] Bye.

Bye.

[***]

I got some stuff for you guys.

You're selling Teddy?

Yeah. It's old and useless.

Only got one eye.

How much
should we charge?

It's up to you.

Here. Take this.

It's a Roomba.
I don't like it buzzing around.

I can do my own vacuuming.

Sorry, Abuela.

This garage sale
just has to be our stuff.

So we can say
we raised the money.

For whatever we might buy...
with our money.

Okay, I can see
I'm not wanted here.

If you don't want Roomba,
you don't get Roomba.

We can't
buy her present

with her money.

Exactly. That would be
like her buying it.

Oh, poor Teddy.

Mirabel's
gonna miss him.

I already know it.

And this is--

it's just I've worked
for this really hard,

I've put a lot of
effort into this.

Hey! What are you
still doing here?

Go and enjoy
your weekend.

I got this.

Oh, correction,
young Stephanie--

we got this.

What are you still
doing here, boss?

Like the lady said,
we got this.

'Kay? Everything's a-okay.
We're rockin' and rollin'!

Steph and me, 'kay?

Steph and moi.
Steph and me! We got this.

Tap that!

Okay, first...

What?

It's not "Steph."

It's Stephanie.

And second,
he's right.

Go home.
We're fine.

I'm waiting for Mirabel.
She's meeting me here.

She's not coming.

Did she call you?

Well, Snapchat.
As of 10 minutes ago,

she was getting rid of
this teddy bear with one eye.

Sad. Really sad-looking item.

That man is overbooked.
You ever notice that?

When does he even sit down?

He's just constantly going
and moving. Look at this!

Bye!

Moving and flipping
around the thing.

-You know, it's people like--
-Get back to work.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Oh! Man, it looks like
it's going great!

Where's Mirabel?

Okay.

Can we talk?

So, um...
rumor has it

you're selling
Teddy on Snapchat.

I'm selling Teddy,
but not on Snapchat.

I posted a video
of him on Snapchat.

Oh.

Yeah, I just
figured out Instagram,

so you have to be
patient with me.

Mirabel...
I love you.

I know.

And we're gonna have
some tricky times ahead.

We've been through
the worst thing imaginable,

and we're here...

and we love one another.

And we're gonna get through

whatever horror

your teenage years
throw at us.

[sobs]

I miss her so much, Daddy.

I know.

It's not fair.

No.

[crying]

Who's gonna take me shopping
for my wedding dress?

Oh.

I will.

And Rosa will.

And your sisters will.

We will take you shopping
for your wedding dress.

And I will walk you
down that aisle,

and your beautiful mother

will be missed at every moment
of that day,

and every other day.

[sobs quietly]

It's not fair,
but...

It's the way it is.

And you,

and your sisters,
you got ripped off,

you got--
you got robbed.

And it sucks.

There's no dancing
around that.

It sucks.

[sniffles]

I love you, Papi.

I'm sorry I yelled.

Oh, please. It's fine.

I was more shocked
than anything.

And you're kinda scary.

[laughs]

Ohh.

Hey, I just--
I wanna, um...

interject one thing,

and then we never
have to discuss it,

hopefully, for
a really, really...

really long time.

Um...

Your wedding dress...

w-will contain a large
amount of fabric, okay?

Like, covering
all body parts.

I'll go full-Amish, Papi.

Oh, my gosh!
I-I would love that!

Full-Amish, it is.
I'm holding you to it.

Come here.

Mm. I love you.

I love you so much.

[sniffles]

What do you say we go help
your sisters make some money?

[quiet alarm]: Teddy!

Teddy!

Teddy.

Whoa! I don't think so, Buddy.

Here. Take, uh, Sheldon.

Go on.
He's on me.

[***]

[sighs]

Oh, so you don't knock?

You have never knocked
in your life.

I called, I texted,

I emailed,

I may have even sent a fax,

and nothing, no response.

I thought you were dead!

I might as well be.

Oh, okay,
easy with the drama, Rosa.

My youngest granddaughters
don't love me!

You need
to chill, woman,

and are you having
a dinner party?

[sighs]

I cook when I'm sad.
You know this!

W-Whatever you're cooking,
you need to stop,

turn it off,
and come with me.

But where?

Oh, God! Honestly!

Honestly, between Mirabel
and the Kardashian look,

and Teddy almost selling,

and Bill and Jackie
and the ambush-dating,

and potential
surgeon-stalker drama,

and now you with
this woe-is-me thing happening?

I'm exhausted!

I need a drink.

Me too.

Mm.

[sighs]

Thank you.

[sighs deeply]

[clink]

Mm. Ohh.

That's nice.

Now, what
were you saying?

I'm saying,

I'm leaving,
and you're coming with me.

Where are we going?

Into the living room.

[overlapping protesting
and beckoning]

-All right, all right.
-Come on.

Move that tushie,
move that tushie.

Come on. I know you can move
faster than that, Rosa.

Let's go. We're almost there.

Here we are.

[girls]: Surprise!

Oh, ho! Oh, my!

What have you done?

This is beautiful.

Do you like it?

We got you four fish

because there's three of us
and one of you.

Well, what about me?
There's one of me.

I just love it.

You did this for me?

That's why you couldn't
help us with the garage sale.

We wanted to do it
on our own.

See? What'd I tell you? Hmm?

Of course.

I love this so much.
I never had fish!

We didn't want you
to be lonely.

Abuela's not lonely.

Now that you're a teenager,
you need to learn some decorum.

What's that?

Like I said.

Gigi, I need you
to explain everything.

I need to know
what to feed them, and when.

-I'll make you a chart.
-Okay.

Or I can do
a PowerPoint presentation.

Uh, a chart'll do.

And, Elisa, can you
help me name them?

I don't know what to call them.

Mm. Why don't you
name one of them Ricky?

Ricky's
a good name.

Ricky keeps
the family together.

Ricky pays
for stuff.

Not about you, Dad.

Whatever.

So why don't we eat,

and we'll figure out
what to name the fish?

Good.
I'm starving.

What are we having?

Fish! Uh...

Sorry.

I think she should
totally name one Ricky.

[***]

I love you, Dad.

I love you more.

That one,
right there.

He's kinda macho!
He could be Rick.

Yeah.

Rick. Ricardo.