Rebecca: really, girl? I didn't know that.
Rebecca, you're ignoring me.
On purpose.
Hello? Yeah.
Charlie: rebecca, why won't you play with me?
I don't feel like it.
Charlie: why not?
Because I'm, like, , and that's almost , ok?
In dog years.
[Sighs] and you're a kid, so no.
You're always so mean to me and max.
You won't even play with us.
First of all, max is not real.
He is your imaginary friend,
and I won't be playing with you, ever.
-What about-- -what about you and your
imaginary friend leave my room?
One day, max is going to come to life. You'll see!
Well, until then, you and max get out of my room.
Myles: ok, ok, what are we arguing about today?
Rebecca: it's not me! It's him, and his annoying--
yasmine: imaginary friend. Oh, charlie--
charlie: mom, you just knocked him down!
Yasmine: oh, I'm sorry.
Go get ready for dinner.
See? You knocked down his imaginary friend.
How ridiculous.
Myles: all right, rebecca, we'd like to talk to you.
Here we go.
Yasmine: charlie's been taking it
really hard since we lost our dog,
so why don't you spend some time with him?
Rebecca: he's so annoying. Yasmine: he's cute.
In a stinky skunk kind of way.
Myles: look, come on, you can be nice to him, right?
Ok, I'll try.
Myles: thank you.
How much you paying?
Yasmine: heh! Myles: rebecca.
Fine! But he really does stink!
And what's with his imaginary friend,
talking about, "mom, you knocked him down"?
Yasmine: it's his comfort blanket.
It's creepy, if you ask me!
Myles: well, we didn't ask you, ok?
Now, rebecca, look, we need you to be nice to him.
Like, we're all family.
You're right, and I will. I'm--i'm sorry.
Myles: all right, come on.
Bring it in. Thank you.
Rebecca: now can we get a puppy?
Myles: your brother's your puppy.
All right, now go get ready for dinner.
Charlie: mom, can max sit here with me?
Yasmine: yes, of course.
Rebecca: no! Mom, this has to stop.
He even holds a seat for his imaginary friend on the bus.
Rebecca: it is so embarrassing,
and you know how crowded that bus is in the morning.
Here. He can sit right here.
Charlie: m-mom!
You just knocked him down!
Yasmine: oh! I'm sorry! I'll pick him up.
Charlie: now he's crying!
Yasmine: oh, gosh!
Charlie: mom, he ran upstairs crying.
I'll fix it. Grownups are so cruel.
You do realize you're going to ruin that child's life?
Myles: oh, hey.
Yasmine: ooh! Something smells good.
-[Chuckles] -when'd you start dinner?
Myles: I have something to tell you.
Yasmine: you know, it smells like your mother's cooking,
but if she was here, she'd be talking
about how the kitchen can be cleaner.
Myles: heh heh heh heh!
Viola: it can. Yasmine: babe!
That was good. You sound just like her,
but her voice is really deeper, you know--
aged, deep and low! Heh!
Go on. Say what you were saying.
Yasmine: hi!
Ha ha ha ha!
Uh, did I miss something? What is she doing here?
Viola: I've been here for hours.
Yasmine: did you know she was coming?
Viola: if you're trying to whisper, baby, that ain't good.
[Myles chuckling]
hey, mom, hey!
Uh, how'd you get in?
I got in through the doggie door.
Myles: right. Uh, mom,
the doggie door is built for a chihuahua.
Viola: what I look like,
a great dane?
Viola: where is that dog, anyway? What was his name?
Myles: oh, rocky. Yeah, we had to put him down.
Charlie: wait, what?! You told me he was in spain, running with the bulls!
-Uh-- -charlie!
Viola: lying to kids will
lead them down the bad path,
or...have them marry the wrong person.
Myles: uh, mom, you told me my dad was mufasa.
Viola: maybe I just wanted you to think you were special.
Come here, rebecca, and give grandma--give me a hug.
-Hey, gran-gran. -Ha ha!
Aw! Uh, I'll say hi to my grandson
when he gets out of therapy.
Yasmine: will you ask her why she's here?
Viola: girl, you really need to work on your inside voice.
I'm here for a visit.
Is that ok?
Although I never get invited.
Yasmine: did it get really cold in here?
Myles: ok. Ok, mom.
So, look, ok, for you to drive all the way over here,
something must really be wrong, so--so what is it?
Viola: why does something have to be wrong
for me to visit my son
and my favorite daughter-in-law?
Myles: mom, she's your only daughter-in-law.
Viola: low bar to being favorite.
Viola: hey, baby, are you ok?
Charlie: I just wish they had told me the truth.
Viola: yeah,
that's what my daddy said when I told him I had
to hurry up and marry your grandfather.
Myles: mom.
Yasmine: I'm sorry, honey, about rocky,
but it was for the best.
He was in a lot of pain, and he was really old.
Charlie: y'all do it to grandma when she gets old...
Er?
[Yasmine chuckles]
viola: I wish they would try to put me down.
[Chuckles] I bites back.
Rebecca: and you can fit through doggie doors, apparently.
Charlie: mom, there's a kid in my room. Can he come out here?
Yasmine: yes, honey. You and your imaginary friend
are welcome, if that'll make you feel better.
Viola: you know, they say they create them
when they want a brother or a sister.
Yasmine: well, he has one,
and the stork will be making no more deliveries round here.
Myles: no. Charlie: wait.
Is the stork bringing us another brother or sister?
Rebecca: no, thank goodness!
I cannot take another rug rat around here.
Charlie: mom, can he eat dinner with us?
Yasmine: yes, we'll set a place for him.
Myles: ok, so, mom, really,
did someone die? Like, is that why you're really here?
Like the guy with the cats. You know, the last time
you came over, you brought all those cats for us
to take in and, you know, then we had to send them all to--
yasmine: to that farm in indiana. Charlie: what?!
You told me they were in new york, in a musical
that was going to be a movie!
Viola: yeah, it's called "busted."
Rebecca: mom!
Yasmine: honey, I'm talking to your grandmother.
Charlie: mom, I want to let him sit in my seat, ok?
Yasmine: ok.
Rebecca: uh, mom, uh,
who is this kid with charlie?
Myles: it's your brother's imaginary friend, honey.
Rebecca: uh, dad, this kid is so un-imaginary.
Am I the only one who sees this kid with charlie?
Myles: ok, mom, so really, what's going on? Why are you here?
Rebecca: you two should really look over here.
Myles: mom, are you gonna answer me?
Rebecca: mom, dad! Look!
Dylan: yo!
I'm dylan! Ma, what up?
Myles: hey.
Dylan: what's up?
Myles: mom, why is my nephew here?
I thought you needed another kid to move in with you.
[Both laughing]
myles: ahem. Heh! What?
Well, he needed someone with a license
to bring him down here, but--although he did drive,
uh, half the way while I napped.
Myles: mom, he's .
Going on .
Besides, your kids haven't seen him in years,
and neither had I until your sister came by and said she'd be back at :.
Myles: ok, well, you know, take him back.
Heh heh! You leave now, you'll get there by :.
Viola: that was a month ago.
Can I congratulate you?
You just adopted a baby boy.
Dylan: what's up?
* There once was a kid from the city of chi *
* ma, no, I wasn't foolin', not a regular guy *
* everybody follow me, I'ma take you on a trip *
* buckle up, let's go, I'ma get you all hip *
* I'm a star, came up from my block in chi town *
* it was hard, I'm trying to balance school and these bars *
* came far, ain't no better feelin' *
* I tell 'em, "you're gonna love young dylan" *
* young dylan * singers: * young dylan *
dylan: dylan! * Young dylan *
singers: * young dylan *
dylan: * I'm saying you're gonna love young dylan *
myles: I'm sorry. What?
Viola: yeah, you got another kid.
Dylan: yo! This house is dope, man!
Yasmine: is that a good thing?
Dylan: yeah, ma!
Yasmine: who's "ma"?
Dylan: that's the way the streets be talkin'.
Yasmine: is this english?
Rebecca: mom, you have so much to learn.
Myles: uh, dylan, can you do me a favor?
Can you please go in the room and talk to your cousin?
Dylan: I could, but...
Myles: mmm, but what? Dylan: he a li'l lame, yo.
Charlie: what? Dylan: I can school you, though.
Myles: heh heh! What?
Dylan: I been in there trying to school him,
but he on that dial-up.
Myles: what are you saying? Viola: you know what dial-up is.
Back in the day, that's how I used to get my hook-up.
Myles: ahem! Mom, please, ok?
I'm trying to talk to this kid.
Viola: young dylan, don't worry about him.
He's on that sauce.
Dylan: that's what I thought!
Myles: ok, first of all--heh!
No--no saucing, ok? Heh! And, mom, could we not encourage that?
Viola: encourage what? Myles: this language.
Viola: boy, you got to get with it.
Dylan: now you're telling him, grandma. Know what I'm saying?
Myles: ok, uh, no, I don't!
Have no idea what you're saying!
Sounds like "blblblblb!"
Dylan, can you please go in the room
and talk to your cousin?
Dylan: uhh! Charlie: please. I mean,
I think you're so rad.
Dylan: "rad"? Oh, man.
I got to get this kid on game.
Come on.
Myles: yes. Go play a game.
Yasmine: go ahead. Go follow them upstairs.
Rebecca: w-w-what? You want me to go with these kids?
Yasmine: honey, go to your room.
Rebecca: y'all are really gonna get me a puppy for this one.
Myles: ok.
Mom...can we please talk to you on the veranda?
All right. I'll go on the veranda.
Myles: mom, this way.
Myles: [sighs] uh, mom?
Yasmine: what's going on? Myles: what are we supposed to do with him?
Viola: well, don't send him to run with the bulls
or to indiana to be in a broadway play.
Myles: mom. Viola: listen,
I could take him. I love kids, but
I think he'd be happy here with kids his own age,
instead of living in a retirement community
with a bunch of old people, ain't having no fun.
Myles: mm-hmm. Yasmine: ms. Viola,
I don't think it's a good idea to uproot him and take him in.
Listen, this child has never had roots
or a home.
This would be one for him.
Yasmine: uh, can we talk about this in private?
Viola: I'm just gonna hear you anyway, baby.
It's like you got a speaker in your vocal cords.
Yasmine: ms. Viola, would you excuse me?
Now you're whispering?
Speak up!
Yasmine: would you excuse me?!
Sure. Heh heh!
Oh, you--you want me to go inside?
Yasmine: yes!
Viola: all right. Myles: uh, uh, uh,
mom, that--that door is locked.
I was gonna use the doggie door.
Myles: uh, m-mom!
Mm-mmm!
Viola: oh, I forgot.
I'm on the veranda.
Must use the right door.
[Both sigh]
dylan: know what I mean? Charlie: you need to explain what you're saying.
Come on, young dude. They got you in here, all locked up.
What? I'm not locked up.
You need to break free and realize, man.
Get woke!
But I'm not sleepy.
Dude, we got work to do.
I'm gonna help you, on the real.
I'ma get you right, though.
Charlie: what are you doing?
Dylan: one day, I'm gonna teach you.
Put your hand down, man.
Wait, you're gonna teach me?
-Yeah. -Thank you!
No one ever spends time with me.
Oh, I got you, son, I got you.
Charlie: you know, even though I'm locked up,
I'm glad you're here. Dylan: man,
don't worry about it.
They got you out here in the 'burbs,
and you ain't learned nuttin'.
Is "nuttin'" like "nothing,"
or is it like squirrels with nuts?
Aw, son, son,
I'm so glad I'm here. See,
I'm from the hard streets of chicago.
I was on that block.
Aren't all streets hard, like concrete?
I'm sorry. I need to stop you.
Dylan: what's up? Charlie: I'm trying to keep up,
but I think I need to google this.
Dylan: look here, do not worry about it.
I'll hold you down!
Why are you holding me down? What did I do?
Man, I got here at the right time, to save you.
From what?
Yourself.
You know, I really hope you stay.
Who said I was staying?
Well, I hope you do.
It would be cool to have another family member.
Man, I'm not staying here.
I'm going back to wait for my mama to come get me.
Well, that's probably for the best.
I could tell by my mom and dad's look
that they don't want another kid here.
So they don't want me here?
I don't think it's you. They don't want any kids here.
My mom said the stork is not bringing any more babies.
The--the stork?
Like, the big bird?
Yeah, that's where babies come from.
[Scoffs] man, they got you out here like a sucker!
We got so much to do, so little time,
so let me tell you where babies come from.
Dylan: so, when grownups... Rebecca: mom!
Yasmine: uh, another kid.
-Yeah. -We said we were done with two.
Myles: you're right. I know. I know. You know what? I'm gonna call my sister.
Viola: she ain't got no phone no more!
Myles: what? [Door opens]
viola: she doesn't have a phone anymore.
[Door closes] she's a hippie now, ma.
Come on, now. What y'all gonna do?
You can take him.
He would be happy here.
Myles: uh, mom, it's-- it's not that we,
you know, that we don't want to take him,
and kids are a lot of responsibility.
So is a veranda.
Yasmine: baby... We can do this.
Myles: you sure? Yasmine: yes.
Myles: ok, but I know my sister. I know her,
and you know what she's gonna do? She's gonna just come
in here after she gets settled and take him back,
and that can be traumatic.
Yasmine: oh, it could be more traumatic not having
a home, even if it is until that time.
Viola: you know, i--i think I like you.
Yasmine: thank you.
Little bit. Keep working on it.
[Myles and yasmine sigh]
yasmine: ok? Myles: uh...
Yasmine: so, let's go tell him he can stay?
Yes?
Myles: yes, yes, yes.
Yes, ok, yes. Yes!
-Yes. -Let's go do this. All right.
Uh...you're the woman I love.
-Mmm. -Ok.
-Ha ha ha ha! Oh, my god. -All right, all right.
Yasmine: he and charlie are the same age.
I think it's better that he has a real playmate.
Myles: right, right. Well, baby, he's only, like, . I mean, how bad could it be?
Rebecca: mom! Yasmine: ha ha ha!
Mom, dad, you will not believe this.
Myles: yeah, honey?
Rebecca: dylan is telling charlie where babies come from.
-Uh, heh heh! -Uh, uh, uh, go, go.
Dylan: it's ok, son, it's ok.
Charlie: mom, dad, you told me there was a stork!
Don't ever touch mommy again!
Myles: uh, uh, dylan, son.
Yo, what up?
Yasmine: did he just say, "yo, what up?"
Rebecca, singsong: mom, that means, "what's going on?"
Myles: oh. Ok.
I'm--i'm talking to him.
Uh, dylan--
young dylan. That's my m-c name when I'm spitting on the mic.
Myles: ok, dylan.
Young dylan! Put some respect on my name, pops!
Dylan: yo, I'm "young dylan."
Myles: mmm. Yo,
you want to be "old dylan,"
you might want to listen to me.
Yo, ma, he serious?
Viola: yeah. Yeah, yeah,
that's his serious face,
or is that the constipated face?
You getting enough fiber, baby?
Uh, probably not, with her cooking.
Myles: ok, uh, uh, dylan,
did you tell my son where babies come from?
I told him. You can thank me later. Heh!
Got him all in the game, looking like a sucker!
Talking about a stork.
Yasmine: what did you tell him exactly?
Do I really need to spit the truth to you, fam?
Viola: ain't he cute?
Yasmine: yes, in a chucky kind of way.
Myles: dylan, I need you to tell me exactly what you told my son.
I can't believe that I have to explain this to you!
You're, like, grown,
but anyway, here it goes.
When a man and a woman spend a lot of time together,
they pollinate each other,
like bees do flowers.
Myles: and how does this happen?
Y'all should know that!
It comes from french kissing!
[Myles chuckles]
french kissing? Dylan: yeah.
That american kissing don't make babies.
Myles: yeah.
Yasmine: ok. What's american kissing?
Do y'all know anything?!
Where you from, canada?
American kissing is like this. [Kiss]
take notes.
-Got that, babe? -Yup. I got--writing it down.
Dylan: ok, and french kissing is...
"Ah! Ah!"
And then you swap spit. "Ah, ah, ah."
Myles: is that a french kiss or a zombie?
They both look the same to me.
Myles: ok, and so, um, that's what you told him?
Dylan: what else would I tell him but the truth?
Can't have him out there like that,
but he'll get over it.
Y'all got to get that kid hip to the streets.
Come on, grandma. Let's go.
Viola: about that, wouldn't you enjoy yourself staying here?
No, grandma. They don't want me. I'm outta here.
Myles: all right, uh, slow down. That's--that's not true.
No. Charlie told me.
I saw the look on your face.
Y'all don't want another mouth to feed,
so I'm good with it. I'm used to making it.
Yasmine: honey-- dylan: come on, grandma.
Myles: all right, hey, wait, wait. Stop.
It's not true, all right? Look, come here.
Come here. Sit down. Come here.
Ok, look, um,
when your grandma first told me, right,
I have to admit, I was a little shocked.
But the truth is we want you here.
We all do.
Rebecca: uh, do I get a say in this?
Viola and yasmine: shh! Rebecca: uhh!
Grandma! The sprinkler, the sprinkler!
Myles: uh, charlie?
Come here, charlie,
come here.
All right.
Have a seat. You, too. Come here.
Viola: any room over there for me?
Myles: uh, no, mom.
Ok, so your mom and I were talking,
and we thought it would be great
if dylan would move in
and stay here with us.
Charlie: really? Myles: would you like that?
Charlie: I would love it! Dylan, will you stay?
Dylan: are you sure you want me?
Yasmine: mm-hmm, yes. Myles: yes,
yes, we do.
Dylan: then... I'll give you a try.
Myles: heh heh! Great, great, great.
All right. Now, listen, listen, guys, look,
we are very, very happy, right,
to welcome dylan into our family,
and we are going to show him so much love.
Rebecca: great, great, but stay out of my room.
Myles: ha ha ha ha!
All right, all right. Come on, guys, stand up.
Come on, bring it in. Group hug.
Group hug. You can get in this one.
All: mmm... [Charlie grunts]
myles: oh!
Charlie: dad, that's close enough.
Come on, dylan.
I can show you where you're going to be sleeping.
Dylan: oh, I already know.
I'm taking the top bunk.
I'm a top dog in this dog-eat-dog world.
Hmmph! You're just a squirrel.
Charlie: the top bunk is for my imaginary friend max.
Dylan: yo,
this dude got an imaginary friend?
Heh!
Kid, we need to talk.
That private school got you all twisted.
Come on.
Myles: ah.
Yasmine: is this gonna work out?
Rebecca: no 'cause I don't have a puppy.
Myles: I sure hope so.