- Hey. - Hey.
- You know, I almost died today. - Really?
That's what you say when I tell you I almost died?
What am I supposed to say?
"Oh my God, Ray! Are you all right?!"
- What happened? - I'm in the press box,
- I'm watching the game... - Yeah.
...and I'm eating a soft pretzel.
But these pretzels they have, they're not moist.
They're bigger than the other ones, but they're very dry.
Anyway, the salt doesn't stick to them, it falls everywhere.
Oh my God, are you okay?
- You gonna mock? You just gonna mock? - All right, I'm sorry.
- The salt didn't stay on your pretzel. - Yes!
All right, so I'm...
I'm bending down to wipe the salt off my shirt, and bam,
a foul ball comes flying into the booth.
- It came this close to hitting me! - Yeah?
Yeah! I felt its wind!
And then I turn and Andy, who just got a turkey and cheese sandwich,
and the ball knocks it off his tray.
The soda, pickles, chips, chocolate cake, everything!
You get chocolate cake in the press box?
It was Friday. We get a different cake every Friday.
- But you're missing the point. - I'm getting the point.
A ball bounced into your world and disturbed paradise!
Yeah, but the ball doesn't just bounce in there, okay?
You don't know what it's like when a foul ball comes at you.
Don't children catch them?
Yeah, they catch the ones that come,
"Oh look, bally! Ooh!"
But this one came in, "Ray Barone!"
And at the last minute, it said, "Chocolate cake!"
Yeah. Yeah.
All right, make fun, okay?
When the ball does take my head off,
maybe you won't be so mockulatory.
- Hey. - Hey.
Honey, can you be home by 6:00 tonight?
I made an appointment with an attorney.
Well, nine years. I had seven in the pool.
He's meeting with us about our wills.
Wills? No no no.
I do not want a will. It's bad luck.
You've been putting this off for years.
And I would think you'd want to be prepared,
especially after your near-death experience.
Near-death, I was going for pity sex.
You know, I don't understand you.
You were fine when we did the life insurance.
Insurance is too dull to be scary.
By the way, how much do you get if I die?
$800,000.
That was a little fast.
Right? Yeah.
Your social security number, you got to look that up,
but that number, oh yeah.
Right there, right on the tip of your tongue.
Ma wanted me to tell you she's making frittatas.
Robert, you have a will, right?
Why? What did you hear?
Is that why Ma's making frittatas?
Ray and I were talking about wills,
- and he doesn't want to make one. - Oh, why not?
- He thinks it's gonna tempt fate. - No no no, silly.
If you don't have a will you're tempting fate.
"I don't need a will. I'm gonna live forever. " Manhole!
I don't know.
Raymond, listen to me.
You need to have a will and eat a fibrous breakfast every morning
and nothing can touch you.
- Maybe you're right. - Oh, that's what convinces you?!
I've been talking to you about this for six years!
You didn't fall in a manhole!
He knows how to get through to me.
See if you can get him to floss.
Whatever you need.
That's it, all right. We're doing a will.
I'm loading up on fiber and you're out 800 large.
All right, this all looks good.
We should put something in there that if I die
you can't marry another man named Ray.
Excuse me?
Well 'cause eventually everyone would call him Ray
and me "Dead Ray. "
- I don't think I can... - Just ignore him.
All righty.
Now all that remains is the issue
of who should be granted guardianship of the children.
What do you mean?
Guardianship in the event that both of you die at the same time.
Wow, party pooper.
I guess that would be my parents, Frank and Marie...
Ray...
I don't know if they're really the best choice.
Well...
I mean, they're over here all the time anyway, right?
They know where everything is.
Just because they're convenient
doesn't mean they're the right choice.
You want your parents? That's not exactly a kid-friendly house.
All the pointy metal sculptures.
And your father, you know...
Ray!
We have to discuss this.
"Discuss!" Here we go!
Hey, maybe you'd better take us off the meter.
Take your time.
Look, it doesn't have to be a relative.
- No? - No.
The character of the couple is what's important.
What are their values? Are they loving?
Are they patient? Are they honest?
If we find people like that,
we should give them the children right now!
You know what? We don't have to complete this now.
Once you two get this ironed out, you can just call me with the name.
Okay, we'll probably call you tomorrow.
Unless we die before then, in which case you get them.
Hope you got a sofa-bed.
- I think he likes me. - Yeah.
Come on, Ray, we've got to think about this stuff.
- Who are we gonna get, huh? - I don't know.
- Oh, I hate everyone! - Yeah. See, me too.
Oh wait. What about Bernie and Linda?
- They just had a baby. - Yeah, exactly.
So why would they want more?
Look, they'll be experienced parents, and we love them.
Yeah, I guess. They're good.
And Bernie always has candy in his pocket.
They should definitely be the ones.
All right, okay. So we're settled?
Yeah. So it's Bernie and Linda,
we have a will and you're still alive!
Yea.
I guess we didn't displease any of your vengeful gods, huh?
Hi, dears.
I saw you had some store-bought pudding and I thought the children
might want to try something homemade.
- Thank you very much. - Okay.
"Attorney at law"? What's the matter?
Nothing.
- Are there marital problems? - No.
We were just making out our wills, Marie.
Oh, good for you, honey.
- That shows a lot of foresight. - Yep.
And isn't it good to just get it all out of the way
and know that everything now is under control
and you'll never have to worry about the children?
Yep.
- Marie. - Yeah?
Uh...
we decided that Bernie and Linda
are going to be their guardians.
Thanks for the pudding.
You're leaving the children to strangers?
Ma, Bernie and Linda aren't strangers.
Please, you don't owe me any explanation.
They're your children. It's your life, isn't it?
That's been the dream.
Well, I don't want to keep you.
I just came over to try to,
you know, help.
Ma, if Bernie and Linda drop dead, you're on deck!
Well, thank you.
And that's for the children.
Tell them it's from a friend.
You know, actually, this could be a good lesson for me.
To learn to be content with what is
and not to hope for what could be.
So what could be is us dying
- and you raising our children? - Well, not anymore.
I saw a pudding skin in the sink.
Oh Frank.
Have you heard, Frank?
Apparently, you and I are not fit parents.
I still want pudding.
Hey.
You're not up to their standards either.
I know.
What are we talking about?
We had to pick guardians for the kids.
- And it's not us? - No.
Okay.
What, you wouldn't have wanted the kids?
Would you?
I wasn't even asked.
Well, Robert, we just...
- Who'd you pick? - Linda and Bernie Gruenfelder.
Bernie Gruenfelder.
Well, let's see: A chubby jet-ski salesman
versus a blood-related protector of the people?
Yeah, well, that's a no-brainer.
Where's the whipped cream?
Marie, please try to understand.
I understand. You prefer to give your children
to gypsies instead of me.
Cheer up, Marie, we just dodged three screaming bullets.
Hey, did he take the pudding? Hey!
Pudding!
Oh...
I know what it is.
It's your father, isn't it?
Listen to me. If you were to...
God forbid, and I get the children,
I'm willing to leave him.
She is just a little angel!
Yeah, when she's sleeping.
- You should hear the set of lungs on her. - Really?
Oh yeah. When she's unhappy, you know it.
Yeah, babies are loud.
You know who's quiet, though? The older kids.
Oh yeah. Well, your kids are great.
Yeah, they are.
So, Linda, motherhood really agrees with you!
- You look fantastic! - Thank you.
I'm wearing more makeup than a drag queen.
And nursing bras, are they as horrible as they used to be?
Ugh, they're very complicated.
That's another good thing about the older kids.
Forget about the breast, you feed them right out of the fridge.
- Ray, please. - Well, you do!
Was that an awake sound or a sleep sound?
Oh, I don't know. Just write down
"Sound at 7:07."
All the books say to keep a sleep journal.
Bernie loves the books.
Helps me feel a little more in control.
That's from one of the books!
It's not yours! I hate you! I hate you!
I hate you! I hate you!
Write it down: "7:08, having fun"!
- You want to help me in the kitchen? - Yeah, all right.
- Get away from me! - Oh boy!
Thanks.
- What is the matter with you? - Nothing, it's just...
the kids are ruining it!
You're ruining it! We're not trying to sell them a used car!
Maybe we should throw in the car.
Would you just act normal, huh?
Let's just get it over with and ask them.
Okay okay okay. How are you going to ask them?
I don't know. I can't rehearse it.
Well, you just can't say, "Hey, when we die and you go to the funeral
bring the minivan. "
Oh, hello.
I noticed you had company.
Well what do you know?
If it isn't Bernie and Linda Gruenfelder.
Robert, they're just over for dinner.
Oh, just dinner? I don't think so.
Why is your shirt tucked in tonight, Raymond?
This is no ordinary dinner.
You're giving away the children, aren't you?
- Don't make a big deal out of this. - It is a big deal!
How could you choose them over me? I'm family.
We love you, Robert, but there's a lot of factors, okay?
We put a great deal of thought into this.
Look, you're single and you have a dangerous job.
And if you were to drop one of them, it's very very far.
And also, most importantly, you have no respect for me
- as a human being! - That is not true.
Look, you know what? It's none my business, okay?
Ally, Michael and Geoffrey Gruenfelder.
Rolls right off the tongue.
Where are you going, man?
I thought I'd leave via the front door.
Or is that just for fit guardians?
- Don't... - She is adorable!
Marie, what are you doing here?
Oh, well I saw a strange car parked in the driveway.
- I thought something might be wrong. - Yeah, okay.
If you don't mind, we'd like to spend the evening alone
with Linda and Bernie tonight.
I just came over to see the baby.
You know how I love children.
Yeah. Look, here's one of yours now.
Why don't you go put him down for a nap?
It's okay, Ray.
Madeline, I'd like to introduce you to Mrs. Barone.
The books say not to use baby talk.
Oh, you're book parents.
- Marie. - Yeah, you know the books are great,
but there's a lot you can learn from experience you can't get from the books.
- Oh yeah? - A lot of emergency situation stuff.
- Ray. - Robert.
Yeah, let's say your child or a child in your care
has put a Cocoa Puff up his nose.
- What do you do? - A Cocoa Puff?
That's an interesting question, Robby.
What would you do?
- They'd do the right thing. Coffee? - Anyone want coffee?
- I'd love some! - Um, I...
Stuck Cocoa Puff.
It's a quandary.
- Does that really happen? - Oh yes, it happens.
Doesn't it, Raymond?
It happened to me when I was eight.
And 10.
So what would you do, dear?
Tweezers?
Absolutely never.
Emergency room?
- Nope. - All right, stop.
You crunch and blow.
Crunch and blow?
I am very sure I'm gonna remember that one.
- Okay, that's great! - Give me another.
Let's say you're driving your seven-year-old to school
and she keeps turning the radio louder and louder
while you're driving. What would you do?
You tell her to stop in a firm but loving manner.
No. Linda?
Uh... ignore it.
Excuse me?
Well, you let her turn it up loud
and then she'll realize how unpleasant that is
and then she'll turn it off herself.
An excellent answer.
If you could explain what a seven-year-old
is doing in the front seat to begin with!
My my my.
Okay, you can leave now. You've ruined everything.
Ruined? I've been trying to help.
You're a maniac. Go!
By the way, I couldn't help but notice
that your infant car seat was positioned improperly.
Have a good evening!
Hey, dinner and a show!
Oh, sorry about them.
Um, but actually, we did ask you over here for a reason.
Now? Maybe we should get really hammered first.
You know, Ray and I were talking about our wills
and we just think you're great parents,
and we were wondering if you would want to be the guardians of our kids
if anything should happen to us.
And just so you know,
we're not planning anything.
Oh, that is so beautiful.
Wow! This is big.
Oh, and we love Ally, Michael and Geoffrey.
- We love all of you! - We love you too.
- That's why we thought of you. - Boy!
I don't think so.
What?
I mean, we're so flattered, but...
Your family's nuts.
Yeah, there's nothing in the books about that!
- Maybe you want to think it over... - No, I'm sorry.
You know, if there's an accident that takes them out
at the same time as you, maybe.
That's okay.
- I feel just terrible about this. - Oh, no no.
That's okay. Believe me, I understand.
I understand.
Hmm.
- We should get Madeline home. - Yeah, it's getting late.
Listen, I got some candy for Ally and the twins here.
Thanks. Thanks for that.
It's good to see you.
Hey, I hear you're getting the kids. Congratulations!
No, Dad, it's not really gonna work out.
What do you mean? These are really great kids!
It's all right, Dad. It's okay.
- All right, see you guys. - Good night.
How did you get out of it?
- The Wallaces? - No.
Their house smells like feet.
Well, that's it, 'cause we've gone through everybody.
- How about the Zs? - "Bronx Zoo. "
I saw that documentary, that kid that was raised by wolves.
Right?
He's a dentist now.
No, there's got to be someone, you know?
Someone else.
Oh please, someone!
We could always do cold calling.
Looks like the kids are stuck with your parents.
I will say this about your father: He is a happy drunk.