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Well, I'd have to check but I'm pretty sure we can handle that.

I do have...

one question.

Hold up.

Oh my God!

Andy!

- Sorry. - Andy!

Are you getting sick?

It's flu season again! I cannot get sick.

Stock up on kleenex. Don't touch your face.

Don't touch anything.

People are dropping like flies.

We already had to quarantine Larry.

Leslie, I don't feel good.

Can't I just work from home?

The tent is your home now, Larry.

We already forwarded your mail.

[Sneezes]

Oh, well, here's something

that's gonna make you feel really good.

Guess who I just secured

as the headliner for the unity concert.

Chipp McCapp.

- No! - Yes!

Nice!

Wait, no. I don't want to touch your hand.

Chipp McCapp is the most amazing

17-year-old country singer in the entire world.

He's, like, Indiana's sweetheart.

We are huge "Chipp Monks."

That's what his fans call themselves.

I don't know why. "Chipmunks."

Because of the animal? No, that's too simple.

Yeah, okay, his latest song,

beautiful like my mom (Support the troops),

has, like, 2 million hits on YouTube.

[Mellow country music]

Well, she don't care about no fancy trends

she's just a mom from old south bend

Get home safe, boys.

And thank you for protecting our freedom.

[Music fades]

- Let's play it again. - Play it again.

[Triumphant music]

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Today at a local vineyard, a bunch of sommeliers--

aka, wine experts--

are going to be competing for their certification.

I'm gonna hire the best one

at my new restaurant... [Clicks tongue] Tom's Bistro.

People that convince other people to buy expensive stuff

they don't need-- those are the real heroes.

Donna, April,

wine country train is leaving the station.

- You ready? - I want to come.

I love wine and everything about it--

the soil, the vines.

I studied Botany for three years at Purdue University.

Go, boilermakers!

There will be alcohol there, so I will go as well.

Well, maybe I'll tag along.

I don't have any more work to do.

Maybe it'll be relaxing.

I didn't invite any of you.

I started with two cool people;

I ended up with a bunch of grandpas.

Listen, grandpas,

when we get to the vineyard,

there's gonna be a lot of fancy people there.

Please, I beg you-- don't embarrass me.

How would we embarrass you?

You're already doing it.

I begged you.

I guess now that we got

Chipp McCapp as our headliner,

I can get rid of my awesome wish list.

Yeah, those are long shots.

"Bob Dylan's friends"?

Well, I just thought maybe

they could get Bob Dylan to come.

Land Ho. God, I love them.

Everybody does.

But there's no way they're getting back together.

Their lead singer split ten years ago.

He titled their last album We'll Never Reunite.

Leslie...

No! Back in your tent, sicky!

[Bottle spritzing]

I'm sorry, but Chipp McCapp's manager called.

He has to drop out.

No!

Okay, we need all hands on deck.

But there are no hands to be on deck,

because everybody's at the winery.

Okay, Andy, you and I need to handle this.

We need to be operating at maximum capa--

[gags]

[Sighs]

Oh, no.

[Retches]

Damn it, Larry!

Sorry.

Xander, my man-der.

Tom Haverford,

owner, operator, and global ambassador

for Tom's Bistro,

opening this spring in Pawnee.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Damn.

Look at that tie dimple.

Respect.

My main target for Tom's Bistro:

Xander Truffant.

He's the best young somm in the game.

I don't say this lightly--

he's basically the Bruno Mars

of Indiana amateur wine tasting.

If you'll excuse me,

I must prepare for the tasting competition.

I pour saline water through my nose

to clear the mucous from my smell-centers.

That is the most beautiful thing

I've ever heard.

Aw, man.

It costs $200 to get certified.

I wanted to make fun of stupid people while I get drunk,

my two true passions.

You want to futz with these fools?

I will bankroll you.

Really?

Oh, hell yeah, pimp.

Sounds like fun.

Thank you.

April Ludgate, professional drinker.

Where did you study, Ms. Ludgate?

The Wine...

Academy.

The Wine Academy?

In Bordeaux?

Yes.

Carol, make sure she's in group "A."

Oh, excuse me. I want in too.

I know I don't look the part,

but I know everything about wine,

and I will prove it.

My name is Craig Middlebrooks,

and this is my debit rewards card.

Well, why wouldn't you run this by me first, dad?

Whatever. [Sighs]

Sorry. Just weird family business.

Sounds private.

No need to discuss it with me.

My parents had this small little vacation house

on Lake Hubbard, and now they've sold it

without telling the rest of us.

Did you not hear me say

there was no need to discuss it with me?

My dad sent me this check out of the blue--

my share of the profits.

It's so disrespectful to the family structure.

Maybe a drink will help.

Put some alcohol in your mouth

to block the words from coming out.

Some of our blueberry wine?

We make it right here at the vineyard.

I don't drink alcohol

from that portion of the color spectrum.

Hey! Whew!

Whoa. That's strong.

Holy hell. That's a lot of alcohol.

We will take four bottles, please and thank you.

All we need to do is go to Indianapolis,

convince Chipp to do the festival,

and then, you know, head home.

Are you sure you're feeling up for this, boss?

I'm fine.

I've had the flu before, and I worked through it.

Okay, well, if you do collapse,

luckily I know first aid.

Or karate.

That's not first aid.

It is if you do it right.

Heimlich!

Well, I guess while you get your medicine,

I'll just stroll through the candy aisles

but won't get any.

You can buy two candies.

Two!

Can I help you?

I have the flu.

Super nauseated for a few days,

a lot of barfing.

It's a total disaster.

Plus I have a ton of work to do,

so I need the good stuff,

the "Mariah needs to sing tonight" stuff.

You don't look flushed, no signs of fever.

That doesn't seem like the flu.

It's the flu.

I mean, I don't think it could be anything...

This counts as one.

So mad at my parents.

I mean, they both wanted the house

for Columbus Day weekend, and they fought so much

that they decided to just sell it

to spite each other--

More wine, less talking.

You know, you are a wonderful guy,

and I admire many things about you,

but you're a terrible person

to discuss personal problems with.

Thank you, friend.

That really means a lot to me.

Pumpkin, undertones of lavender.

Medium-plus body.

It's mostly pumpkin.

There's so much pumpkin,

it's like a Charlie Brown Halloween special.

I'm getting notes of dried robin's blood,

old dirty cashews,

and just a hint of a robot's bathwater.

An old-world wine, Italian.

Ah.

It's a Verdicchio Doc classico,

2010.

It's new world,

Northern California, Napa Valley,

someplace beautiful and warm and amazing

where everyone is in great shape

and the night sky is full of stars!

This comes from... your mother's butt.

Enlist in Vietnam

ain't no woman in the world

as beautiful like my mom

America

Man, you were in the bathroom forever.

The receptionist said that

Chipp will be out in just a second.

Uh, I just need a minute.

I'm going to call Ben about nothing.

My parents make me so mad sometimes.

Just like the time they couldn't decide

who gets the dog, so they just dropped it off

at a local synagogue.

I was like, "Wh--wh--say what?"

[Cell phone ringing]

Hold on, Ron.

Hold that thought, just for a sec.

[Cell phone ringing]

Hey, honey.

Hey. It's your me.

It's wife.

It's Leslie, uh, Knope.

I have very big news for you.

Oh, my teeth are blue.

- Blueberries are alcohol... - What?

Are you having a stroke?

And I was just saying to Ron that my dog's Jewish.

Oh.

Phone water.

Ben?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Leslie?

It's dead.

Hello?

[Sighs]

You know, Leslie sounded weird.

I don't want to wait for Tom.

I want to walk home.

I'll join you.

I'm always game for a brisk walk.

Also, if I leave you alone, I'm pretty sure you'll die.

Home is that way.

Watch out for that fence.

Ah, Mr. Haverford,

allow me to introduce Terrence Montreaux.

He is a restaurateur like yourself.

You own a restaurant too?

No, monsieur.

I own 12.

I am here to find the best sommeliers

as soon as they are...

how you say, um, "certified."

That was my idea.

That is everyone's idea.

That is why we have this, how you say...

"thing."

Okay, don't act like you don't know

the word "thing."

With a filet mignon, I'd recommend a red--

something bold and dry, like David Sedaris.

Perhaps you could recommend a Riesling instead.

Not if you're eating steak, you loon!

You know in the movies, when the cops show up

and find lipstick on a wine glass

next to a dead body?

This is that wine.

I'll bring the girls

you bring the beer

and the troops will bring the freedom

We're sorry to interrupt, Chipp, hi.

We just wanted to say we are such big fans.

It's an honor to meet you.

Yeah, well, I'm very blessed.

It's always nice to meet my amazing fans

that keep me going.

You're the real superstars.

[Laughs] Thank you.

Would somebody get me one of those lunch stacks?

And stack 'em for me this time.

Cheese on top or no one gets paid.

You got it, Chipp.

That's my dad.

The guy's such an idiot.

We wanted to talk to you

about the unity concert, in Pawnee.

Can you do it?

Yeah...uh, no.

Sorry. I got a previous engagement.

It's a bummer.

Oh.

- Here you go, Chipp. - Look at that.

The cheese is on top...

of turkey, you dick.

I want ham.

I'm sorry, son. They were out of ham.

All right, well, maybe I should just let mom

be manager, then.

Pick 'em up, skip.

Ew. This guy's the worst.

I mean, it sucks that they didn't have ham,

but you can't treat your dad like that.

I know, he's a monster.

But we need him.

Your job's not that hard, okay?

Just anticipate my needs.

Anticipatin', Chipp.

Of the 25 entrants today, only 1 has deemed himself

worthy of a sommelier certificate.

Oh, my God. Are you sure?

No way.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Thank you so much, everyone.

I think we can agree that all wine tastes the same,

and if you spend more than $5 on wine,

you are very stupid.

Security.

I just want to thank all the people that got me here:

Norbit, Pluto Nash, all the klumps.

Congratulations to the next Indiana master sommelier,

Xander Truffant.

[Applause]

Got to go talk to Xander before Terrence gets to him.

Cover me. Gotcha.

Oh, my goodness.

Mon Dieu !

Qu'est-ce qui se passe ?

Oh, je suis desol?e, monsieur.

Allons-y. Allons-y.

Xander.

Look, Tom's Bistro is going to be the dopest,

quite possibly trillest restaurant in the area.

What do you say? You want to work with me?

Thank you, but I've already accepted

an offer from Monsieur Montreaux.

I'll double whatever he's paying you.

You'll pay me $500,000 a year?

I will pay you 1/10 of whatever he's paying you.

Sorry.

Oh, man.

This wine bottle is all out of the wine.

Well, hello, gentlemen.

What brings you out on this fine evening?

Mother[bleep].

Whoa. Where'd you come from?

Uh, that's a complicated question.

All depends on whether your conception of time

is linear or circular.

What?

Hello, Ron.

Ron.

You know this hobo?

He was my counterpart from the Eagleton Parks Department.

Dude, are you a ghost?

Am I?

What is happening right now?

We know that you have that important other engagement.

Yo, I gots to get that haircut.

Snoop!

It's not just Pawnee that needs you.

It's the entire region.

Permission to speak, son?

Pawnee is kind of the gateway to that whole region.

They do buy a lot of albums.

They sure ain't buying toothpaste.

Bunch of dirty Hicks.

[Laughs]

What if we fly me in and out same day

so I wouldn't have to spend a night in your crap town?

Excuse me.

Pawnee is a good town

with good people from all walks of life.

Plus, it is an amazing place

to raise kids and start a family.

You think I care about that?

Look, I can do whatever I want, all right?

If I want to shoot a paintball gun at my dad,

I'm gonna do it.

[Gun fires]

[Groans] Good shot, son.

I'm proud of you.

You're crazy.

This is over, okay?

Pawnee does not need you.

And you should know that

when you shook my hand earlier, there was pee on my palms.

That makes us sound like Hicks.

We're not. Shut up.

Stupid. Okay. Let's go, Andy.

You know what? That was awesome.

You were great.

I thought you were gonna punch that kid's lights out.

It was not awesome. I lost our headliner.

I can't stop throwing up,

and Ben has not called me back yet.

I'm sorry I'm so frazzled.

There's just a lot of things going on right now,

personal things that I can't talk to you about.

You know, Leslie,

sometimes life throws us crazy curves,

and, yes, this moment may be

the biggest curve

you've ever had to deal with,

but just because your family is getting bigger

does not mean that you can't handle it.

You and Ben can handle anything.

Wow.

Andy, thank you.

That's exactly what I needed to hear right now.

God, it's so weird that you know

that I'm pregnant before Ben does--

Pregnant?

Holy crap.

Leslie!

Yeah. Well, what did you think?

I thought you were getting a dog.

Well, why did you go like this?

That's the sign for petting a dog

that's sitting on your lap.

But pregnant?

Wow.

Oh, that's amazing.

You know, Andy, I think we need to focus on the fact

that we have lost our headliner.

We are out of options.

It's time for a Hail Mary.

How are we gonna convince this guy to reunite Land Ho?

Same way I got a perfect score on the S.A.T.s--

broken Scantron machine.

Okay, wait, Andy, that is not a good strategy.

Okay, I will give him a brief explanation

about the unity concert,

and you stand by...

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

[Retching]

Hello?

Scott Tanner.

It's Scott Tanner.

Hi. My name is Andy.

And this barfing lady over here is Leslie.

We just need ten minutes of your time.

To do what?

To convince you to reunite Land Ho.

Listen, it means a lot to me

that you guys loved the band,

and I'm gonna tell you the exact same thing

I've told everyone who's ever asked us to reunite:

No.

Listen, I know that you and the band

aren't on the best of terms right now.

But bringing people together

is exactly what we want to talk to you about.

Pull that. Hold it down on the bottom.

I got it, yeah.

Mr. Ron Dunn,

I have something I'm very angry about,

but other Ron, he's not helping me with it.

Can you help?

Well, I can tell by the indigo on your chiclets

that you've been drinking blueberry wine.

That's a good start.

The Wamapoke called it mattapiqua.

They believed it had mystical powers.

Yeah, it also tastes like jelly.

So what's got your goat there, friend?

My parents, they had this lake house,

and they sold it without telling me.

And so I was like, "Why?" You know?

I was like, "God, you guys!"

Oh, you're hanging on to that anger

for dear life, compadre.

Let's role-play.

Well, good night, everyone.

I'm going to go home and feel totally fine.

Who am I kidding?

I'm going to go home, put on a Macy Gray album,

and cry in the mirror!

Why are you bummed?

Are you all blind?

I want that job at Tom's Bistro.

I've been trying to show you for the last five hours.

Look, man, you know your stuff,

but you're like a crazy volcano.

You'd have to show me you can bring it down a notch.

I'll bring it down 1,000 notches if I have to!

This looks like it's gonna be a great concert.

The band just does not play anymore.

Well, I understand.

[Chokes]

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

My stomach is trying to murder me.

Still drunk from last night?

I've been there.

You know, this town still loves you.

I'm in a band myself actually-- Mouse Rat--

and we cover about five of your songs,

and they just go nuts.

Really? Which ones?

Catapult me into the sun and I'll

[Together]

burn, baby, burn

Oh, yeah.

Johnny Karate?

I thought you said your name was Andy.

Well, it is.

I'm also a children's performer.

He played at Joey's birthday, and he's awesome.

Sing Karate Chop Master.

I'll do it as long as your dad sings along.

Let's do it.

It's easy. You'll pick it up.

Karate chop master

I'm a karate chop master

and I will karate chop you

chop, chop, chop, chop

kick, kick, kick, kick-chop

Scott, you sing.

Chop, chop, kick, kick

kick-kick, kick-kick, k-chop

No.

Just listen to me.

Chop and a chop

and a kick and kick and chop

and a titan throw and chop and kick-chop

Now your turn.

[Together]

Chop, chop, kick, kick, chop

Harmonies! Oh, my God!

[Together]

Chop, chop, kick, kick

chop-chop, kick

- And a chop and a kick

- And a kick and a

No.

No, it's not--you didn't--

I mean, just listen.

Good evening.

May I assist you with a wine tonight?

Yeah, I'm having fish,

so maybe a full-bodied...

red?

You know, sir, you might want to consider

something white to go with your fish.

No. Red.

And bring some ice cubes.

I like ice cubes in my red wine.

I'll have a glass

of your most expensive red wine

mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine,

served in a dog bowl.

Silly straws all around, please.

I'll be right back with my recommendations.

Seems to be keeping it together.

[Screaming] What kind of monster

orders red with fish?

I know they're messing with me,

and it's just a test, but have some decency.

For you, sir, a light, crisp Pinot

with just a hint of lemon

to bring out the flavors in your fish.

I brought you a bold Cabernet,

which should still taste okay when watered down.

And for you, madam, would you consider this rose?

It's halfway between red and white.

Thanks very much.

Enjoy.

I think I may have found my new sommelier.

That was so embarrassing!

We'll have to make sure the wine cellar at Tom's Bistro

is soundproof.

[Screaming]

Hoy-hay!

Oh!

[Sighs]

That was beautiful.

You're surrendering to the earth mother.

Now stare into the fire and picture your spirit animal.

I don't know what my spirit animal is.

Because it doesn't exist,

because that's nonsense, because you're an adult.

Baby snow owl.

He's right.

Our spirit animals connect us to the natural world.

You need to remain open to their message.

Watch.

[Wings flapping]

Welcome back, old friend.

Whoa.

If you really want to cleanse yourself of that anger,

take that check and send it into the flames

and up into the air with your screams.

Do not burn that check. It is money.

No. Ron's right, Ron.

[Paper rustling]

There, there, baby snow owl.

You're safe now.

This is him right here.

I will also get out here and walk home.

You sure?

This thing runs on vegetable oil and bat guano.

Actually cleans the air as it drives.

Quite sure. Thank you.

Hey, thank you

for helping me with my anger.

You've already emerged from your cocoon.

Now the question is:

Will you fly?

Yeah, I don't feel any better.

I'm still angry.

Damn it.

I don't know why this lake house thing

is driving me so crazy.

I'm sorry we couldn't help you work through your problems.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I got a lady,

two little girls, and an infant waiting for me.

It's always nice to see the kids at the end of a long day.

Really puts things in perspective.

[Door closes]

Oh, my God, Ben. I have so much to tell you.

We got Land Ho to play the unity concert.

Whoa. What happened to you?

It doesn't matter.

I thought I was upset because my parents are insane.

But Ron kind of just showed me the real reason.

I have so many childhood memories at that lake house

that, in the back of my mind,

I always pictured taking my kids--

or taking our kids there.

I want to start our family.

I mean, I know things are crazy,

but there's no good time,

and I want to do it now.

Well, buddy, I got some good news for you.

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