Michael, I have this fantasy.
Uh-huh.
It's Sunday morning,
and I'm lying in bed.
And I hear the little thump of the newspaper at the door,
and the sun's just coming through the window.
- Yeah? - And in the distance,
I hear the sound of someone singing very quietly
because they don't want to wake me up.
Well, that's considerate, I think.
And, as I look across the room,
I see, through the frosted glass of the shower,
the shape...
Of the guy that I love.
Am I conditioning my hair at the time?
- I'm being serious, Michael. - I know.
I'm sorry. It sounds nice.
It is nice. It can be nice.
It will be nice when you move in with me.
Hey, what do you know? X-Men is out on DVD.
You haven't given me an answer yet.
I've been thinking about it.
- And? - Well...
It's a big step.
- Watch out for the dog poop. - Heh.
Yes, it's a big step. Of course it's a big step.
And I don't want to put pressure on you,
but I believe that when somebody knows what they want,
they've got to go after it.
I want you to be coming out of that shower,
and I want to know that you're not going to run out.
Wouldn't you like that too?
Well, sure.
So when do I get an answer?
Soon.
I promise.
Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?
I can hardly wait.
Mm.
- David? - Yeah?
Nobody's ever put me in a fantasy before.
That you know about.
Bye.
Don't they have the most beautiful baby?
- Hi! - Hi, Linz.
- Hi. - Second most beautiful.
Mmm-mwah. Mmm...
Did you know he's a stay-at-home dad?
Really? So who pays for the pampers?
She does.
Something with stocks and the Internet.
Come on, hurry up. We're going.
Anyway, I was just thinking.
I'd like to stay at home.
Well, that sounds good.
We can order in kung-pao chicken,
rent Terms of Endearment.
You know what I mean.
What about your job?
Do you think anyone ever looked back on their life
and said, "gee... I wish I hadn't
taken that year off to be with the baby"?
But I thought we had a plan, a good plan.
After your maternity leave is up
- and we get a nanny... - A nanny. I know, I know.
But I didn't think I'd be in love like this.
Hmm.
Look, I'm perfectly happy
for you to stay at home,
and I think it'd be wonderful for Gus
to have one of his mommies with him.
- But we have to be practical. - Money.
Unless you have a solution.
Brian?
It was just a suggestion.
After what he did?
Just remember, we wouldn't have Gus without him.
And every time I look at him, kiss him, hold him,
I realize I have absolutely no rights.
You're still his parent, every bit as much as I am.
Not every bit. Brian took that away from me.
I have no more claims to our son
than if I were a total stranger.
Oh, my God! He lives here?
Now I do too. Isn't that cool?
Check out the TV. And the DVDs.
The furniture is all Italian.
Milan.
Ooh! Wait till you see the painting of the naked guy.
Ohh.
Oh, my God.
Justin, uh...
A word.
Hmm?
What the fuck is going on out there?
I was just giving my friend Daphne a tour.
- This is not the White House! - Ow.
George Washington never slept here.
He's the only one who hasn't.
Would you please just keep it down?
Do you have any idea what time it is?
It's noon.
Oh, shit.
I'm supposed to meet my new trainer at 1:00. Fuck!
You're just going to have to be more considerate, Daph.
Do either one of you know how to make
a creatine and soy shake?
No.
Would you please just pour me some guava juice?
- Hmm. - Oh. Here it is.
So are you going home today?
What for?
Well, I saw the balloons on the mailbox.
Oh, shit.
Molly's birthday.
Uh, yeah, but how can I go back now?
She's your little sister.
- I'm sure she misses you. - Yeah.
She's probably appropriated all my coolest stuff.
Here's your drink, Brian.
You'll make an excellent wife.
And then she can drop you.
Please. I'm never getting married.
I mean, why be tied down?
I love this girl. So...
I'm going. What are you doing?
Mmm, gonna smoke some weed, download porn.
Mm-hmm. Well, if you go out,
be sure and set the alarm.
Bye, darling.
Oh, my God.
He's to die for.
Honey, I...
I'm so happy for you.
- When... when did he ask? - Last week.
Last week? Last week?
Why didn't you tell me?
I haven't told anyone.
I haven't decided yet.
Wha... what's to decide?
The man of your dreams
wants you to move in with him.
Wha...
I don't know if we're ready.
We don't know each other very well, and...
Please. There's plenty of time for that
once you're living together.
What about my stuff? My comics and...
And my robots and Captain Astro?
Fuck Captain Astro.
You've got Dr. David.
This is still my home.
This dump?
Honey, you won't look back.
Well, and what about you guys?
If I'm living with someone, I... I won't be able to see you.
Of course you will.
I, for one, expect to be invited
to fabulous dinner parties at least once a week.
This is about what a certain someone is going to say,
isn't it?
Well, I say that you deserve to be loved.
And don't let any man, queen,
or Brian tell you otherwise.
Thanks, Em.
You're welcome.
Now, there's just one other thing.
What about me?
How the hell am I supposed to pay the rent on this place
all by myself?
- Rotten bastard. - Whoa. Ohh!
Okay, get ready for the count of three.
- One, two, three... - Make a wish!
Make a wish!
You're going to get your wish.
Jennifer...
Sweetheart.
You came.
I couldn't miss Molly's birthday.
Where's Dad?
Uh, he's upstairs watching the game.
Kids' parties aren't exactly his thing.
Molly.
Justin!
Happy Birthday, mollusk.
What you gonna give me?
Permission to live.
Here.
Justin, this is beautiful.
Hey? Okay, go get some cake.
- She's thrilled you came. - Yeah?
How could you tell?
Are you all right? Are you eating?
Does it look like I'm starving?
Well, you are staying for dinner?
That depends if Dad wants to see me.
Of course he wants to see you.
He's as upset about this as you are.
Really?
He wants you to come home,
as you know I do.
Well... I want to come home too.
God, Justin.
I'm so glad to hear you say that.
- Let's go tell him. - Wait.
What about the rules?
Which rules?
That I can't go out or see Brian,
or talk about my "disgusting lifestyle."
I don't... I don't think he meant it quite that way.
Well, what did he mean?
I think he just wants everything to be as it was.
Well, it can't be the way it was.
I'm not the way I was.
And I... I don't want you to be anything other
than who you are, I just...
I have to consider the needs of this whole family,
not just your desires.
You have to understand that.
Mom.
Mom?
Let's get that cake cut.
I don't know.
That's why I was asking.
The first piece. You like the flower, right?
Yeah.
Yay!
Oh, wow. Whew.
And that was just the warm-up.
Wow!
Now we do some serious pumping,
focusing on each muscle group.
And plenty of reps.
What the fuck?
Jesus, I thought I told that kid...
My fucking television's gone.
And my computer.
Oh, fuck! My files.
They even stole my fucking clothes!
At least the bed's still here.
You had any strangers in the house recently?
Uh, no. Just, uh...
Family and close friends.
So you want me to pick you up
or do you want to meet me at Woody's?
Fuck Woody's.
I've been robbed.
Get your ass over here.
Holy shit!
Forgot to set the alarm?
I th... I thought I did.
Thought you did? Well, you didn't.
Where the fuck did you go?
My sister's birthday party.
And then I kinda walked around.
Well, while you were "kinda" walking around
- I got "kinda" robbed. - Just take it easy.
Well, that's... that's all there's left to take.
Look, I didn't mean to do it.
I'm so sorry.
I told you, when I said you could stay here,
there are rules.
Now you've got five minutes to pack your shit,
none of which, of course, was stolen,
and get the fuck out of here!
Brian got robbed.
Well, Brian should move to a safer neighborhood.
Like this. I leave my door unlocked,
nothing ever gets taken.
Not many thieves are looking for a velvet matador painting
and a console TV set from 1968, Mom.
Those things happen to be
very collectable these days.
So do they have any idea who did it?
No, but Brian sure is pissed at Justin.
Poor Sunshine.
Here, have some pancakes.
Can't. I have a brunch.
A brunch? My, aren't we fancy?
It's the same thing as breakfast...
Except with some kiwi fruit on the side.
Are you going with David, my chiropractor-in-law?
Don't you start too.
Start what? All I did was ask.
Next thing you know, you'll be wanting to know
if we're gonna move in together.
Wait a minute. Back up.
He asked you?
Yes, he asked.
Did you hear that?
He asked you?
Oh, Michael! That's wonderful!
Congratulations, Mikey.
Oh! I've got some beautiful heirloom pieces
that your grandmother gave me.
I've been saving them up just for you.
Don't drag out the candlesticks yet.
I didn't say yes.
Well, what did you say?
Well, I said I'd think about it.
What's to think about?
Plenty.
I remember it took Roberto and me six months
to finally decide to live together.
And a week to break up.
Well, how did you know he was still seeing
three of his ex-es?
And why do you have to fill the kid's head
with horror stories?
I'm just saying it's not so easy
for two men to be a couple.
You think it's easy for anybody?
But if you love each other,
you at least owe it to yourselves to try.
You didn't have to make brunch.
Brunch is served.
I brought brunch.
12 Armani suits, 4 Gucci belts,
and 6 pairs of Prada shoes, gone.
You know I'm starting to suspect gay-on-gay crime.
Well, I wouldn't be surprised.
You have more visitors than Disney World.
I can't find a knife for the cream cheese.
Yeah? Well, they stole that too.
They stole your cutlery?
Even my juicer. I mean...
Who the fuck steals a Philippe Starck juicer?
A thirsty thief with good taste?
I didn't know you could cook.
Mm. Someday I'm gonna make some lucky man
the perfect wife.
I used to say the same thing.
Oh, but instead you've made someone the perfect husband.
Mmm!
These days you boys are so careful about what you eat.
All those egg whites and protein bars.
I suspect it's less to do with health
and more about keeping those 29-inch waists.
Oh, come on. You guys are in great shape.
Mm, we try to stay active.
If you know what I mean.
Well, I hope they find who's responsible.
I know who's responsible.
That little asshole who forgot to set my alarm.
Ohh, as if you never forgot anything.
Nothing that important.
You know, I just want Lindsay to be happy.
That's all I've ever wanted.
I think it's great that she wants to stay home
with the baby, but...
On your salary alone,
I just don't see how we can make it work.
Maybe if I took on a bigger case load.
Or, um, what if we reduced our expenses?
Mm. It's going to be kind of tough
with another mouth to feed.
These two met in World War II.
- We served on a warship. - The "Yorktown."
Talk about your gay cruise.
There was this place behind the ammo bay
where you could get a blow job
any time, day or night.
This was wartime.
You could die at any moment.
And sex was how you knew you were still alive.
I know you may not want to hear this,
considering he wouldn't give you parental rights,
- but, uh... - No, I told Lindsay,
Brian is not the solution to our problems.
He's the cause. And he can keep his goddamn money.
Well, then there's only one other possibility.
So where is he?
- Who? - Justin.
I don't know!
I told him to pack his shit and get the hell out.
You want me to use my inheritance my father gave me?
Well, if it's that important to you
to have Lindsay stay home with the baby.
It's just that that...
That's my nest-egg.
It's all I have in case something should happen.
I know. It's a tough call.
And, believe me, if there was any other way,
but I really don't see that we have any other options.
We just came back from Bora Bora.
- Yeah? - Went there on our 50th.
50th?
Anniversary.
Holy shit!
Yeah! It amazes me too!
I can't believe they've been together for so long.
Well, that's why I wanted you to meet them,
to see it's possible for two men
to share a life together.
It's what I'd like for us.
Are you two planning to live together?
Michael hasn't decided yet.
But I'm hoping.
What's stopping you?
I get nervous on cruises.
I get seasick crossing the Susquehanna, so...
Listen, young man,
living together ain't for sissies.
Neither is growing old.
And no matter what the problems,
the sacrifices, it's worth it.
Having someone beside you who shares your life...
And you are there to share his.
- You sent him away? - Look, I did him a favor,
and this is how he repays me.
He didn't do it on purpose.
Would you please stop making excuses for him?
Sorry.
Must be a force of habit.
Come on, honey.
Hey, where are you going?
It's time for Gus's brunch.
I thought you were going to help me with this list.
Oh, yeah. There's one valuable item that's missing
that can't be replaced.
_
You're such a big, dramatic queen.
It's "drama queen,"
and do you have a better idea?
You could stay at my house.
Yeah, I'm sure your parents would love that.
Well, what are you gonna do in New York?
- Model? - You're skinny enough.
You have, like, the world's most-perfect hair.
Or I could be a go-go boy.
I've seen 'em at Babylon.
I could make, like, 100 bucks a night.
Maybe I could come with you.
- I can shake it up too! - That'd be great.
You and me!
Except...
I have to be home by 11:00.
Well... I'm going.
Look at this.
It's a confirmation number. I charged a ticket.
Since when do you have a credit card?
I took Brian's.
That's like a major felony or something.
You could go to jail for that.
Least I'd have a place to live.
Besides, I'm gonna pay him back
as soon as I get a job.
I just gotta get out of here.
Now.
50 years?
Poor suckers.
Do you think they still do it?
At their age, it's not about sex.
Yeah, it's about life support.
You know, it just so happens a person can have
an active sex life at any age.
Well, that means there's still hope for you.
So when are you and the doc
going to start massaging each other's prostates?
Would you give him a break?
He's having enough trouble deciding.
Then why not consult Mysterious Marilyn?
What'll it be, boys?
Palms? Tarot? Spin around the ouija?
Only 20 bucks.
All right.
10, and not a peso more.
Mysterious Marilyn senses you're an accountant.
Oh, she's good.
You, the one with the boyfriend, sit.
Put your digits on the ouija, sweetheart.
Ouija, what is his true love's name?
"B"...
"R"...
- "I"... - Oh, this is too weird.
That is not my boyfriend's name.
That wasn't the question.
And, frankly, he's a bad bet.
Now let's ask about your boyfriend.
Hey!
Justin's run away.
- What are you talking about? - He went to New York!
- With your credit card. - What?
Um... He took your credit card.
That little fuck!
He's going to become a go-go boy in Chelsea.
And he's going to be very successful.
How do you know?
God writes the script, sweetie,
I just say the lines.
You better find him and bring him back.
I see you on the Pennsylvania turnpike.
Yeah, the fuck you do.
And before you leave,
be sure to check the air in your tires.
This is all your fault.
Ow!
This is all your fault!
Since when is he my responsibility?
Since you took him home and fucked him!
- Ma, please. - Well, that's the truth.
I mean, you've gotten away with a lot,
more than you should, but not this time.
Now, you're going to New York.
The fuck I am.
And you're bringing Sunshine home
in exactly the condition which you found him.
Otherwise it's not his parents or the police
you're gonna answer to, honey.
You're gonna answer to me.
Why do you care?
'Cause I couldn't live with myself
if something happened to that kid.
I love him like my son.
Hell, you're all my sons.
Thank you, Arthur Miller.
Look, I mean New York's a pretty big place.
How are we supposed to find him?
Daphne said he'd be in Chelsea.
I'm not going to New York.
Look, I'll go with you.
What about your work?
I can miss a day.
See? You never have to ask this kid for anything.
Well, as long as the backseat's empty,
I guess I might as well be in it.
Yeah, yeah! Count me in.
Why do you guys want to go?
"Wh... why"?
Why?
How can you even ask that?
Brian, you're one of our closest friends.
I can't let you go off on this perilous journey
all on your own!
We are gonna be with you all the way.
I'm really touched.
What's the real reason?
Road trip! Road trip!
Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!
Well, it's... it's going to be a bumpy night,
so let's do a "bump" and, uh, stay up.
Put that shit away.
Don't worry. I've got Valium to come down.
If you're not careful, you're going to get addicted.
Please! I've been doing this for years.
I don't know what clothes to take.
Just, um, pack your basic little black dress.
Works for all occasions.
Damn it. Where is it?
What?
The Broadway Album.
Can't go to the Big Apple without Barbra.
Road trip! Road trip!
Road trip! Road...
Trip.
I got your message.
Well, you didn't have to come all the way over here.
Oh, of course I did.
Now, what is this about a trip to New York?
In case we go clubbing, should I bring
the black leather or the orange leather?
David! Hi!
Hi, Emmett.
Well, hi.
Um, hey! You should come with us.
Because after spending all night in Brian's Jeep,
boy, we are all going to need...
Adjustments.
Justin ran away, so...
You've decided to form a search party?
Mm-hm. Emmett and Ted and me.
And Brian.
"The boys"!
Weren't we supposed to go to Melanie and Lindsay's?
Oh, shit. I'm... I'm sorry. I forgot.
Ah, don't worry about it.
You do what you have to do.
Thanks.
And, uh, I want you to know,
I've been thinking seriously...
Very seriously, about...
You know.
Living together.
Right.
You have a safe trip.
- Wear your seat belt. - Okay.
Buh-bye, Emmett.
I know, it's going to be a bumpy night.
♪ dah-dip, yeah ♪
Would you please shut the fuck up?
No, not you, ma'am.
Stop being such a party poop!
This is not a party.
Still, a song and a snack
can turn any moment into an occasion.
So there haven't been any more charges on my Visa
except for the flight to New York?
And you'll let me know if there are?
All right, let's sing some Barbra.
No, I can't do Barbra
unless you've got the lyrics on the monitor.
- Reow! - Bitch...
If one of you starts to sing People...
I will leave you on the side of the road
without stopping.
He's not kidding.
All right, well, we've already told all our big dick stories.
Discussed anti-gay legislation.
What we think of Bette's new series.
And let's see, we've been on the road...
Oh, 27 minutes.
Only five hours left to kill.
And if anyone can kill them, you can.
Ha ha ha.
God, we must be out of our fucking minds to do this.
You wouldn't be saying that if we were going after
the hottest guy in the world.
Yeah, that's because he'd be going after me.
All right, so how do we find little boy lost?
Mysterious Marilyn said he'd be in Chelsea.
You don't really believe that shit?
You know, Brian, sometimes you have to put your faith
in a higher power
and trust that everything's going to work out.
Jesus!
Running off to New York.
There's an original excuse to cancel at the last minute.
It's probably a good thing Michael's along.
Just to make sure Brian doesn't get distracted.
If... if you'd rather I not stay...
Don't be silly! So it'll be just the three of us.
Not exactly what I had planned.
And we all know who to thank
for things not working out the way we planned.
- Hon, would you check... - On Gus? Yeah.
- And if you could on... - Check on dinner? No problem.
David, would you like some wine?
- Merlot? Or some... - Chardonnay?
- Uh, chardonnay. - Ooh, and be sure to use the...
Wine goblets your aunt Esther gave us.
You two are amazing.
We are?
You're like synchronized swimmers.
The way you think together, move together,
you even finish each other's sentences.
Well, I guess that's what happens after six years.
- You just... - Become one.
I'd like that for Michael and me.
- It'll happen. - Oh, you two are a perfect fit.
I don't know.
I might have pushed too hard.
That might be why he ran away.
- Ah, he'll be back. - Oh, and believe me,
after a night with Emmett, Ted, and Brian,
you'll be looking damn good.
Cheers to that.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Fuck!
Mysterious Marilyn was right.
Hooray for her.
- So now what do we do? - Well, I...
Could always display a well-turned ankle.
Yeah, a lot of good that'll do us.
Or...
I can change a tire.
You cannot change a tire.
I know you all just think of me
as this Nelly retail-queen,
but it just so happens, I make it my business
to know anything that has to do
with lug nuts.
Of course.
Now, like any good magician,
I'll need an assistant from the audience.
You! The lovely brunette in the front row.
Come with me.
This...
I only have one,
for you and me.
Excuse me.
Okay.
It's strong.
Told you.
So here we are.
Brian and Mikey's Excellent Adventure.
Here we go.
Ah this sure isn't how I was planning to spend my evening.
Yeah? How did you think you'd be spending it?
Going with David to dinner at Lindsay and Melanie's.
Aww.
Dinner parties.
Couples!
Christ, Mikey.
Is this the life I raised you to live?
Whatever happened to your sense of fun
and your thirst for adventure?
I'm here with you, aren't I?
Stranded on the turnpike.
You know, that's what I'm going to miss the most.
Times like this, when it's just you and me.
But now you have the doc.
So how big is his dick, anyway?
I'm not going to tell you!
When he comes, does he run to the shower or does he...
Lay there and hold you tight,
all wet and sticky?
He lays there and holds me,
all wet and sticky.
I guess he does love you.
I don't know. I guess.
I'm glad you came with me.
We've always been there for each other.
You more than me.
That's not true.
Yeah, it is.
I know I can be shitty to you sometimes.
I know that.
But it's only because I know that you'll always love me,
no matter what.
I do.
I do too.
Always have.
I always will.
I don't know how I could have made it without you.
All right, ladies.
We're ready to roll.
Now!
David's great, isn't he?
Oh, Michael's damn lucky!
Let's just hope he doesn't blow it.
What's this?
"This card entitles the bearer to one year off.
To take care of the world's most beautiful baby."
I crunched the numbers.
But how?
It doesn't matter how.
- I made it work. - Ohh...
I don't know what to say!
You don't have to say anything.
Mm.
I'm sorry, I...
No, it's okay, it's okay.
- I have to. - I know.
I know.
Oh, my God, have you ever seen
so many cute boys in your life?
Jeez, it's like a porn-star convention.
You're supposed to be looking for Justin.
No, Ma, we haven't found him yet.
- We'll keep looking. - Okay.
Okay, yeah. I need a break.
What say we hit a homo bar?
All right, uh, how about "The Lure"?
"Leather, uniform, rubber"?
Nah. No rubber. I have a problem with rubber.
- It accentuates my hips. - Fan-fucking-tastic.
Good news?
Someone's been using my credit card.
I'll meet you guys back here in an hour.
Seems to me we're headed the wrong direction.
Yeah! Something...
I think something's telling me
that this thing's in this direction.
You wanna come in?
Ah, why not?
Since I'm paying for it.
New York's amazing.
I went clubbing last night till 6:00 in the morning.
And the guys, whew! The guys are...
Did you really think you were going to get away with this?
I figured, sooner or later,
someone would come and arrest me.
But I was hoping that you would find me first.
Well, congratulations.
Now pack your shit, because we're going back.
Back?
Back to what?
My parents don't want me.
You... Don't want me.
My life's a fucking mess, Brian.
Yeah, well, whose isn't?
But we're going to straighten that out.
First thing when we get back,
we're going to find you a place to live.
Why can't I live with you?
Because my place is only big enough
for one person... That's me.
Now listen up.
We're going back to glorious Pittsburgh,
you're going back to school.
You're going to turn 18,
and you're going to pay back every cent
you charged on my credit card.
By the way,
I didn't go out clubbing.
I didn't even leave the room.
Well, don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
You look like shit.
You should go take a shower.
Yeah, probably should.
I must stink.
Yeah.
Sounds like you had a rough night.
You need help?
Mmm.
What do you mean he's staying here?
I talked to his mom. She's all for it.
Well, I'm not!
Well, what do you care? You're moving in with David.
It's still my room.
It's still got some of my things in it.
Well, maybe you'd like to move some of your things out.
Sunshine's gonna need the closet space.
This is all your fault. Thanks a fucking lot.
Wait a minute.
Brian finally did something right.
Why, Deb,
that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.
- Don't press your luck. - Don't worry.
I promise I'll take care of it.
You better, 'cause I'm going to be doing unscheduled checks.
And if anything's missing...
Or damaged...
Why don't you two boys run along
and let me explain the rules of the house
to the newest member of our family?
More rules?
Starting with:
No bringing tricks home after midnight.
Hey! The traveler returns!
So how was New York?
I... I really didn't get to see much of it.
Well, in a way, I'm glad.
Gives me the chance to show you myself.
Oh, so, um...
- Can I, uh... - Get me something to eat?
You just finished my sentence.
- I'm sorry. - No, no. That's nice.
- Nice. - Oh.
Go.
I've been thinking a lot about...
Moving in. Mm-hm.
I was thinking about it practically the entire time.
And?
And...
I love you.
I really do.
But...
The answer is no?
I'm just not ready.
Oh, I... I understand.
You do?
All the excitement and the adventure of...
Taking off in the middle of the night
with your friends to New York.
Being with Brian.
The memories. The history.
I can't compete with that.
No, all I have to offer is me.
Us.
This home.
Can't we still be boyfriends?
We could be.
We...
But I... I don't want a boyfriend, Michael.
I want a partner.
Morning, beautiful.
I didn't want to wake you. Come on in.
So what are we going to do
on this beautiful Sunday morning?
Well, thought we'd make breakfast,
and then we'd read the paper,
and then we'd spend the rest of the day in bed.
Ah.
Just what I had in mind.
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