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Sarah, have you seen my phone?

Sarah?

Great.

Good morning, Dr. Blake.

Good morning. Morning.

Good morning, Dr. Blake.

Is anyone else going to come out of there?

It's a closet, not a clown car.

Okay, what were you guys doing in there?

They were both servicing me.

I'm sorry that I asked.

Well, with Holly's essence in Sarah's computer,

I thought it might nice to display her in a holographic form.

We were just working out the final details.

How do I look?

Um, exactly like you.

Oh! I asked for bigger boobs.

You were perfect before your untimely interruption and you are perfect now.

I can't actually touch anything.

Yes, Holly, I'm familiar with the concept of holograms.

Fargo, when was the last time that you slept

or bathed or weren't here?

My love can neither sleep, nor bathe, nor leave,

so I shall do none of these until she can.

Oh, and don't worry. I have plenty of sick days accrued.

And I'm giving Dr. Fargo tips on dating a non—traditional entity.

Yes, because one of you dating my house wasn't non—traditional enough.

Hmm.

Where is my...

Hey, mom, I told dre we'd give him a ride to school today,

so we have to go.

Okay, well if I could find my phone

or anything else around here.

Dungeon master, where were we?

Sarah: Approaching a subterranean river

in the caverns beneath the orc—infested keep. You know where the phone is?

Oh, oh! I can use that 50—foot pole I have stored in my portable hole.

Has anyone seen my phone?

Kevin: I... I think I found it.

Where? Oh. There it is.

Ow! It shocked me.

Oh, mine did, too. What's going on?

What? What?

Happy feynman day.

Oh, great. Feynman day.

And a fine day for feynman day it is.

You have no clue. No, remind me.

Global's version of April fools' day.

Richard feynman was a nobel prize—winning physicist

famous for his practical jokes.

So a bunch of science nerds playing pranks on each other.

Ah, what could go wrong?

Hmm, yes. I have to go inspect the medical equipment

for the new marine lab before it opens tomorrow.

A day alone in an empty underwater lab

is exactly what I need today.

You mean a day alone with your fiance is what you need right now.

Well, it is not my fiance that I'm avoiding.

Hmm, I think I'll avoid g.D. Today, myself.

Henry wants to talk about the bachelor party anyway.

Oh, well, good luck.

Yeah, um, on that note. Uh...

Any chance we could maybe nail down a date for the wedding?

Um, it's on my list of things to do.

Great, because I spoke to Zoe and she's really excited

andifyoulook on the calendar, I actually marked off...

I saw the calendar

and I will let my family know about the wedding as soon as I...

Can.

You haven't... you haven't told your family about the wedding?

Please don't give that look.

I... look, I've just been really...

You know what? I don't want to get into it right now.

Okay? Okay.

I've got to go. Okay.

Uh, hey, boss.

Uh, if you're not busy I'm going to head out.

Uh, actually, I think I might have an assignment for you.

You know how Fargo's been living on my couch

and spending every second with his, sort of, dead girlfriend?

It's not healthy.

I don't imagine it's very good for your pre—marital bliss, either.

No, there is that.

Um, so I'm wondering, in your lovable and tactful way,

if you could maybe...

Kick him to the curb?

Glad we understand each other. Thank you.

Invisible barrier, pre-approved.

Magnetized pants! Pre—approved.

Man: Okay! Let me down!

Foam party in the detergent lab, not approved.

Who is responsible for this?

Oh, I didn't do that.

I'm just here about my brachiopods. I can't find them.

Dinosaurs? Okay, tell me you're kidding.

No, not brachiosauri. Artemia salina, to be precise.

Very tiny, very harmless. Uh, just not where they should be.

Missing who—zits... Not on my list.

People, what part of pre-approved do you not understand?

Relax, Jo. Try embracing spontaneity for once.

Oh, see, you say spontaneity

and I say a reckless disregard for consequences.

I have a thousand reconstituted lungfish in the estivation lab,

the thermodynamics wing is now a sauna...

Oh, and the cafeteria floor is a trampoline.

You're kind of missing the point of feynman day, aren't you?

Oh, you mean there's a point to all of this idiocy?

Yes.

Some of the greatest innovations in history

were the result of a really cool prank.

I mean, how do you think we discovered anti—matter?

And velcro. Seriously?

Well, no, but it's possible

and you're kind of squelching that potential.

Damn straight!

Okay, the next one of you eggheads...

To pull an unapproved prank will be subjected to unapproved discipline.

Spread the word.

What?

Uh, it looks like someone treated your clothes

with nano—fibers from the meta-materials lab.

Bring on the unapproved discipline.

Hey! Zane!

Ow! What the hell?

Good morning!

Seriously, you drank the coffee I sent you? You're a dumb ass.

Just chill. I just messed with the speech center

of your parietal lobe a little bit.

You'll UN-beaker in a day or two. Well, three, tops.

"Congratulations, you've been promoted to head of section five."

"Dumbass."

Ah, this is your idea of payback.

Nice try. You know what? You're right.

You wouldn't have the stones.

So why don't you tell Lupo to leave the pranks to the professionals, okay?

Nice touch, but I'm still not going anywhere near section five.

Sweet silence.

Computer! Status?

Automated voice: Initiating mobile lab detachment.

What? No, no, no. No detachment. Computer override.

Override unauthorized. Prepare for airlock seal.

What? No, no, no! Remain docked! Remain docked!

Help! Help! Is anyone out there?

Is anyone up there?

Mobile lab launch successful.

Yeah, depends on your point of view.

Surprise!

You pulled a prank on me?

Well, iwouldn't so much call it a prank as a "surprise".

I hate surprises. How do you not know that about me?

Well, I didn't think it was a bad surprise.

Oh, my god. One moment alone.

Is that so much to ask for?

Come on down. Just...

I'll bet you're going to like this one. There you go.

Oh, my god.

Uh—huh.

Come, sit.

I'm virtual Vincent,

and I'll be your tour guide through each delectable course of my feast d'amour,

as well as through your undersea cruise

through the enchanting global dynamics aqua farm.

Enjoy.

So, this took a lot of preparation, huh?

Yeah.

Well, that wine isn't going to pour itself.

Thank you.

Help.

Why don't you relax?

Man 1: Little help, please. Anybody?

Man 2: Hey, check this out.

No. No! Not approved!

Larry, stop!

You almost unleashed a flood!

Where is your pa? I am ending this right now.

Listen up, global, feynman day is over.

Anyone perpetrating a prank, authorized or not, will be spending the night in lockup.

Zane over pa: As grand poobah of section five,

I demand to be amused. Let the section five pranks continue.

Mr. Donovan...

And by the way, you're looking smoking, Lupo.

What?

Really?

Ooh! Holly rolls a 20!

Head shot! Whoo—hoo! Whoo! Ah!

Sarah: That eliminates the last of the orc combatants.

Do you wish to proceed deeper into the keep?

Yeah! Hey, guys, here's a thought.

You know how college roommates have a sign

to let the other one know that they're getting busy inside.

A, my college experience

did not involve a lot of "getting busy"

and b, does the compound word "non—sequitur" mean anything to you?

I'm going somewhere with this.

Seeing as how

we're both romantically involved with this house,

to one degree or another.

Perhaps we should have a similar system, like today for example.

We can pretend that I put out the sign and you have to go.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

To be fair, you have been monopolizing all of her time and I...

You and Sarah have an eternity to spend together.

Holly and I might only have...

Wait, might only...

Sarah?

Sarah? Where did she go? Is she okay?

Sarah: I'm unable to answer those questions with any degree of certainty.

As you know, Dr. Fargo, maintaining Holly's existence is...

Just get her back as soon as you can. Get her back!

Have what?

Um, only have until the end of this campaign

until I have to go back to work, you know. Oh.

Sarah, we're going deeper.

Nice.

If Zane wants discipline, I'm going to give him discipline!

Not approved!

This salad is really delicious.

Every ingredient in your kelp salad

was organically grown right here in Eureka's own aqua farm,

the largest manmade saltwater ocean habitat in the world.

Allie, how could you not tell your family?

Jack, please, can we just enjoy this meal?

Here's an interesting tidbit,

lake Archimedes is home to over 10,000 forms of aquatic life.

When I'm excited about something in my life,

for instance, our wedding day,

I like to share it with my loved ones.

And I'm going to tell them.

Okay, when? Because it feels like you're stalling.

Oh, this from the guy who took four years to ask me out.

I mean, what is the big rush? Oh.

Let's just take a breath.

A breath for what?

And remember, there's no need for you lovebirds

to be shy around virtual Vincent.

What happens in the mobile...

Lights. Um...

Maybe... maybe we should just do this another time.

I think we should.

What do you mean?

Well, what do you mean? I meant lunch.

Right. That's what I meant, too, lunch.

All right.

Henry told me how to take it out of autopilot.

I just got to remember the sequence.

Jack... hold on. I... I did it with a song. Um...

Seven...

Jack? Foun_

Jack! What? Yeah?

Well, that doesn't look like it's on the programed tour.

Okay, number sequence.

Seven... four...

Uh... come on!

Yes! Watch it!

Uh, I've got to say I was expecting something a little worse.

Automated voice: Auxiliary power activated.

Okay, well, whatever it was, it fried the power.

Repulsion, navigation, communication, they're all down.

Now what?

We drift down to the bottom of the lake and brace for touchdown.

Brace, brace, brace.

Again, not so bad.

Wow.

Oh!

That's bad!

Okay, don't move.

Okay.

What the hell are those?

Automatic safety shields.

Okay.

Jack, we are not on stable ground.

If we go over the edge, this lab was not built to take that kind of fall.

Okay, can we... Can we drop anchor?

Uh, secure the lake bed?

It's okay. We don't have an anchor.

All right. Can we, uh, maybe fire torpedoes?

Jack, this is a marine lab, not the red October.

Um, how about fire, uh...

Like a grappling hook thingy?

Seriously? Well, at least I'm trying!

Wait a minute, the lab does have a couple of sample probes.

If I could bypass the electronic trigger

I could manually launch all the probes towards the trench at once.

And maybe the reaction will push us backwards onto stable ground.

Yeah, yeah, that's different from firing torpedoes.

Jo: And now an explosion in the alkaline metals lab.

Seriously, if undermining my authority wasn't enough,

someone could have really been hurt.

Whoa, Jo. Come on, I didn't blow this place up.

Oh, are you going to deny these assorted acts of spontaneity, too?

Well, that one was me, but you've got to admit that was kind of funny.

Okay, Zane.

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Uh...

There is a common denominator to a bunch of these, but it's not me.

It's water. They're all water-based. Look at this.

Steam in thermal dynamics, reconstituted lungfish...

Fish bowling in Fargo's office. The avalanche of lather.

Yeah, and alkaline metals which don't exactly play well together.

Watch.

The reaction's so violent that it ignites the liberated hydrogen gas.

All right, uh... Labidium, water.

You might want to stand back a little bit.

Okay.

You ready?

Whoa!

Multiply that by a couple thousand grams...

And you get fireworks.

Yeah, not exactly the spirit of feynman day.

Well, maybe this wasn't a prank.

What do you mean? Shh.

Do you hear that? What?

I think it's behind here.

Broken down sprinkler?

No, the lab uses a halon fire-suppression system.

So where's the water coming from?

Hey, Henry. I was just headed your way.

Okay, so g.D.'S water systems are in the clear,

no leaky pipes, no overflows, nada.

Where's this water coming from? Lake Archimedes.

Okay, wasn't expecting that.

Yeah, you and me both.

I analyzed the water from the pranks

and the high content of artemia salina was the same in each.

It's from our lake, no question.

Back it up, Artie, who?

Artemia salina. Tiny brachiopods.

Fowler.

Whatever it is you're doing,

does it have to be done on the tippy side of the boat?

Do you really think I arbitrarily just picked a spot

to bypass the electrical system?

My weight hasn't put us over the brink.

I don't think a few more minutes is likely to make a difference.

Likely is the word I'd like to focus on.

Well, I am going to focus on my plan to move us back from the edge of oblivion.

Your plan?

Which is based on my plan.

Yes, Jack, you are the genius.

Wait, that's it. Isn't it?

That's what?

Why you haven't told your family.

I don't measure up against the geniuses you brought home.

Come on. You have to know after all these years the differences in our IQ

don't mean anything to me.

Ah! So you admit there's a difference!

Of course there's a difference!

What are the odds that we would be exactly the same?

Well, I don't know. I'm not bright enough to figure it out.

You know what, Jack? This is your issue, not mine.

What do you think?

I go around comparing your IQ with my previous husbands?

I do now!

You know what?

Me and my genius IQ are going to go back to saving our lives.

Whoa!

At least we survived the descent.

Yeah.

So we're good? Yeah, we're great.

It's not what...

Never mind.

You know, when we don't get back on time, Jo will know what to do.

She's built for this sort of rescue.

Great.

Maybe she'll wear her sexy cat suit for the occasion.

I saw you two in the corner of g.D. This morning whispering together.

We were whispering about this.

She's the one who helped me pull it off.

Well, look how great it's turned out.

You're... you're still hung up on her.

That was a fake relationship between a fake her and a fake me

in a fake computer world.

A fake computer world designed to follow a plausible course of events.

If you think that I spend my day

comparing computer world Jo to you?

That's your issue. Not mine.

Jack, what are we doing?

Is that a trick question? Because I'm not very bright, so...

We never used to be like this.

I mean, our life is becoming nuts.

I hadn't noticed.

I guess it's always nuts.

But we have always been able to get through anything together.

Jack, I'm not worried about Jo

or even the differences between us.

I'm worried about losing what we have.

You really think that's going to happen?

I think that it's already happening.

We have gotten so caught up in the romance of things,

we haven't stopped to think about reality.

The merging of our households,

our family and the chaos of it all.

Jack, our kids will become our kids.

What if things don't work out?

I never thought about it not working out.

Yeah, well, there's a lot at stake here.

I mean, it's...

It's something that we have to consider.

What you and I have built together is sacred to me.

And if we do this...

And it doesn't work out...

We will never be able to go back to the way things were.

Before.

At this moment,

you'll get a remarkable view of the famous Archimedes trench.

But you wouldn't want to take the plunge into that abyss.

That thing is crazy deep!

Fowler, I found your missing brachiopods.

Yeah, along with a cubic ton of lake water

that you neglected to mention.

Oh, well, the water's not important.

Well, Dr. Fargo might feel differently

when he's swimming to his death.

Do you know how many labs, how many projects you've destroyed today?

I was trying to fine tune my targeting system

before the marine lab opens tomorrow.

But it seems that particle entanglement

is more or perhaps less entangled than I originally anticipated.

And Dr. Fargo's recent redaction of my recent redaction

is contingent upon proof that my matter—relocator has practical applications,

hence the brachiopods.

Okay, less why, more how.

Okay, I have been attempting to transfer

a sample of artemia salina from lake Archimedes all day.

Now my readouts show that it's been both taken and deposited, but...

But you flooded g.D. Instead.

You know, I bet someone's feynman day antics

are responsible for scrambling my directional signal,

not to mention my job security.

Okay, listen, I'm going to deal with the pranksters but in the meantime,

I want this machine kept off.

Hey.

Someone left the faucet on?

No, someone left feynman day on.

Would you please go and shut down

any section five pranks still in play?

Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do,

but those guys aren't going to listen to me.

Whether you believe it or not, you're head of section five,

so just stop acting like a 12—year-old and man up.

Okay.

Hmm.

But if this is a prank... Zane...

I'm not interested in stooping to your level.

Oh, my level. Read...

Wait...

Does that look like a chunk of the new submersible to you?

Well, to me, it looks like a key section

of the digital integrated circuitry

that powers every operating system on board.

Worse than chunk?

Yeah. Little bit.

Well, the mobile lab's not too mobile anymore.

Um, how'd that get here?

Fowler relocated it.

Henry, please answer.

And the paladin rolls another 20.

It's not very fair,

your being able to control your roll so precisely and all!

Yeah, but he's on our team so shabam!

Headshot!

Uh, hold on.

I'm taking a sick day, Jo. This better be important.

Jo: Fargo, we have an emergency search and rescue.

We need you at g.D.

Uh, when you say emergency, is that with a little "e?"

Doug, go! Yeah, but we're...

It's not like I won't be here when you get back.

Don't worry, Dr. Fargo, I'll watch after your girl for you.

I'll call you if anything happens.

Okay.

My turn?

Tell me you found them.

Yeah, we're working on it.

Jack and Allison did not take the programed route.

What about communications?

No go. We've got rescue divers combing the water.

They're doing high and low resolution sonar sweeps of the lake.

The sweep's complete.

No hits. How is that possible?

Okay, they're down there somewhere. We... we missed them.

Impossible, unless...

The Archimedes trench.

It's more than a mile deep

and that lab will not survive the pressure for very long.

Well, how do we get to them?

We can borrow a submersible from the nearest naval base,

but that'll take hours to prep and transport.

How much oxygen do they have?

Nine hours, maybe more.

If that capsule's still intact, we'll get them back.

I trust you're both enjoying the lobster de love.

This succulent invertebrate is one of lake Archimedes more voracious bottom feeders.

And it's a denison of the aqua farms

you're now passing on the right.

Really?

One thing works down here and it's got to be him.

Every seafood lover has had a bite

of one of these succulent creatures.

Any seafood lover wouldn't have it any other way.

Enjoy and I'll be back.

Can you please stop banging?

It's clearly not working.

Clearly.

Okay, listen...

I'm sure everyone's working hard to find us

so while we wait, can we please not fight?

Or bang things?

Okay.

Who's in the mood for something sweet?

Oh. Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! The pressure! Go! Go!

Allison: Oh! Oh, my god!

Come on!

What's the point of an airlock if it's not air tight?

I mean, can we seal this?

Jack, I don't think we can stop this lab from filling with water.

Don't mean to be butt—inski but might I suggest a dessert wine?

Sure! What goes good with a watery grave?

Um, I'd have to check the cafe diem database

and get back to you in a jiff.

Jack, wait!

If he can connect to an outside database

then he has or had a super Wi-Fi connection.

I realized it just as it left my hand.

Okay.

We might have lucked out.

If I can get this thing working again.

Okay.

Mayday! Mayday!

Vincent, what are you... Hello? Anyone there?

Can you hear me? Okay, we need help.

We just got vortexed or something.

Oh, my god, it's Jack

using virtual Vincent's super wi—fi connection to communicate.

We need to open up a two-way signal and lose the visual.

Then we fell into a trench

and now we're in the airlock which, by the way...

Is not as safe as it sounds!

All right, Jack, it's Henry.

Henry!

We have a submersible on the way.

It'll take a few hours, but even in the airlock,

you shouldn't be in any danger of losing oxygen.

We'll drown before we run out of oxygen.

Henry, uh, we're going to be under water in less...

Than 10 minutes.

There's got to be another way to get down there.

Fowler. Hey, turn that thing back on.

Huh? Now. Okay, he can relocate them.

He brought up a piece of the lab earlier.

It doesn't work.

Zane, you shut down all the pranks, right?

Yeah, although none of them utilize an energy spectrum

that would have messed with Fowler's system.

That's because it wasn't a prank.

What?

I did some tinkering since we last spoke

and it turns out my targeting system is faulty.

Even if we had their precise location I couldn't pinpoint them.

Well, Zane, you've been targeting me all day. How?

I programed this baby to lock onto your DNA,

making you the bulls-eye of an infrasonic meta—material changing frequency.

That's... That's kind of brilliant.

Yeah, I can pleather her at will.

No, for saving Carter and Allison.

We have their DNA on file.

If we can program Zane's DNA target system

into Fowler's matter relocater,

then maybe we've got a shot.

Jack, it's a long shot,

but we're going to use Fowler's device to relocate you and Allison back to g.D.

I know it sounds risky, but it's all we've got.

Allison, we're trusting our lives to this thingy

that relocated a slab of beef into oblivion.

What if it mixes our DNA with...

Like fish and we end up like mer—people?

I mean, do they even think about stuff like that?

Jack, we have to stop worrying about what might happen

and start focusing on what we can do right now.

All right. Good idea.

Yeah.

So what do you want to do?

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Okay, listen,

the pressure is crushing the lab like a tin can. Right.

Okay, if we can manually disengage

while there's still enough air in here.

Right, well, then we can float.

Well, we can hope for neutral buoyancy at best.

But we should be able to get enough separation

to stop the lab's collapse from sucking us in.

Okay. Okay. How do we do it?

There are four emergency release levers under us.

You have to pull them all to disengage.

Okay. I got it. I'm on it. Okay.

Jack...

Jack!

It won't budge. I think it got damaged during the fall.

Did you get it?

DNA on demand. Where do you want it?

Right here.

The matter relocator will be operative

in a few minutes so just sit tight.

All right! So we wait!

Okay. Okay.

There's just one more thing. What?

I've settled on a date.

What?

Marry me, Jack. Right now.

Are you sure? I mean, I pictured something a little different.

And of course, once we do this we can't go back.

I don't want to go back.

Okay.

Henry, uh, you ready for some on—the—fly officiating?

Uh, I don't know.

I... I was kind of looking foward to being best man.

Get greedy, be both.

Jo over speaker: Well, who's going to be the maid of honor?

I'm talking to her now.

All right, then, um...

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...

Uh, Henry, how about the cliffsnotes version?

Right. Do you, Jack Carter, take Allison Blake

to be your lawfully wedded wife,

for richer or for poorer for as long as you both shall live?

I do.

And do you, Allison Blake, take Jack Carter

to be your lawfully wedded husband,

so long as you both shall live?

I do.

Then if there are no objections...

Oh, hold on! What?

Just... I mean, you're not...

We're not just doing this because...

I mean, we're really doing this, right?

I love you, Jack.

Good answer.

Bring us home, Henry!

Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Jack, Allison, can you hear me? Jack?

Jack? Allison? Can you hear me?

I have a lock on their DNA signatures.

Hit it! Hit it!

May I present doctor and Mr. Jack Carter?

Jack, we're married.

How does it feel?

Wet.

Okay. Here you go.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

By the way, you owe me a buck.

What? You're...

You bet against the wedding?

I didn't think you'd actually go through with it.

Well, you proved me wrong, so congrats, Carter.

Thank you.

We're still going through with that bachelor party though, right?

Well, I think it... it... it's something we can discuss.

Wow. You guys, that was so exciting.

Uh, Fowler, you're fired.

I kind of figured.

Hey.

So thanks for helping Jack with my surprise.

And for being my maid of honor.

Well, I... I was the only girl here, so.

You really are my maid of honor.

You can cry now.

Thank you.

Chicks, what you going to do?

Okay.

Don't waste a second with her. Not one.

Congratulations, Carter.

Thanks, Fargo.

Jack, go be with your wife.

Right.

So, what's the deal with me running section five?

It was my idea. You like?

Uh, yeah, but why?

Because you deserve it.

No. No, I don't.

Everyone knows I'm a maturity—challenged screw—up with little to...

No capacity for leadership.

That's what everyone knew about me too.

It took a timeline shift to throw me into the deep end,

but I swam. So will you.

Hey, you want to talk about it?

No, I'm...

It's about Holly.

Hey. You're here bright and early.

I got to make a good impression on my subordinates.

Look, Zane, I may have been a little too uptight about feynman day.

I was wrong.

That's okay.

I would apologize for your wardrobe malfunction

except your butt just looked so damn good in that outfit,

but I get it.

It's your job to make sure everyone's safe.

And you take it seriously. I can respect that.

Wow.

I lobbed you a soft ball and you took the high road.

Fargo picked the right man for the job.

Uh, yeah, well, I hope you're right

because I just gave myself an assignment that I can't screw up.

Fargo gave me his trust and I'm going to give him something back.

What's that?

Holly.

She's dying again.

We were hoping Sarah's processors could handle her, but...

Is there a computer that can? No.

Whatever Holly is now, she's more than just information as we know it.

Sustaining her is going to take a breakthrough

in computer programing that... only you can do.

Exactly.

Automated voice: Identity confirmed. Welcome, Mr. Donovan.

Hmm.

I'm sure your butt looks pretty good too.

Morning, boss. Mrs. Boss. Don't worry, I'm not staying.

I just thought you might want somebody to drop off the kids today.

Oh. Oh!

Andy, that's very thoughtful of you. Yeah.

And I am going to take Jenna to the new animation exhibit after school.

You know, to give you guys a few more hours of alone time.

Yeah, I'm going to get out of your hair too.

You guys have been more than patient

and I can't keep ignoring my responsibilities,

but I'm thinking of keeping the beard though.

I'm not sure if that's a good idea necessarily.

Oh, and I can't technically leave,

but I can go into sleep mode

to give you privacy as long as you want...

Okay. Okay. Stop. Um...

Nobody's going anywhere.

Fargo, in light of Holly, I think maybe your responsibilities can wait.

And, Andy, why don't you take a sick day?

Kevin, Jenna, you are playing hooky today.

So you guys really want to deal with total chaos

on your first full day as husband and wife?

You bet we do.

Our life is total chaos.

And we wouldn't want it any other way.

So, come on.

What's this game we're playing?

Sarah: A fantasy role playing game.

We can always add a few more party members to the quest.

All right. Can I be sheriff?

Sous-titrage: C.M.C.