[upbeat saxophone music]
- Gonna meet
the new neighbors.
I made them guacamole
using avocados
from their tree
that hangs over our fence.
I'd love to go.
- Oh, you wanna welcome them
to the neighborhood too?
- Yeah, I'd like
to welcome them to leave.
These gentrifiers can take
their artisan sandwiches
and their crusty white dogs
in strollers
and those shoes
that make them look like
they're always walking uphill
and get out.
- How do you even know
they're gentrifiers?
Because they didn't hire me.
They hired
some fancy moving company
with a bunch
of unnecessary frills
like bubble wrap and insurance
and employees
that speak English.
- Yeah, well,
let's not judge the book
before
we've even met the cover.
- The cover is
all you need to see, Mayan.
I guarantee you
someone living in that house
has a name like--
[mockingly] Dakota or Savannah
or Piper or--
Juniper.
Just call me June.
And thanks for the guac.
It'll go great with
the authentic tortilla chips
I brought back from TJ.
Ah, you hear that, Dad?
They went to TJ.
- Yeah,
Trader Joe's is the best.
You hear that, Mayan,
or was it drowned out
by the white noise?
- Oh, Paloma,
say hi to our new neighbors.
Hi.
Whoa.
Paloma? Wow.
You gave your daughter
a Latina's name.
It means "dove."
I know what it means.
- In the words
of the great Michelangelo,
cowabunga!
You watch "Ninja Turtles"?
I just got
the new Shredder LEGO set.
Wanna see it?
- Close your mouth, Gordo,
and get in there, man.
Oh, you also had a baby
way too young.
That is so cool.
- Yep, my water broke
during senior prom.
It really added to the whole
"Under the Sea" theme.
- [chuckles]
Mine broke in calculus.
I had to explain
to a bunch of math nerds
where all the water
was coming from
and then what a vag*na was.
Yeah.
- [gags]
Mayan, come on.
Nobody wants to be thinking
about math class.
- Thinking and math class--
two things you were
never good at, Georgie.
- Stevie, what the hell
are you doing here?
- What the hell
are you doing here?
- Oh, are you and my dad
old friends?
Oh, I don't think so, June.
Friends is another thing
my dad was never good at.
[upbeat saxophone music]
♪ ♪
- I thought
your parents sold the house
when you went to the state pen.
I went to Penn State.
Tomato, potato.
- Gran and Nan
never sold the house.
They just rented it out.
I own it now,
and Dad moved in with us.
[laughs]
You can't even afford
your own place, Stevie.
That's lame, 'ey.
- But Dad, you--
- Let you live with me.
That's one
of the many charitable acts
of the George Lopez
Foundation, L.L.Bean.
- You think I forgot about
that prank w*r you started?
He toilet-papered our house,
with one ply,
you cheapskate.
- Only because you ratted
on an illegal candy stand
I was running
around the corner.
I don't understand.
Was the stand illegal,
or were you
selling illegal candy?
- Both, Mayan.
Try to keep up.
And then,
that fool opened
a lemonade stand
on the same spot.
Even as a kid,
you were a dirty gentrifier.
Gentrifier?
We lived in this neighborhood
before you guys even moved in,
dummy.
- And before that,
LA was Mexico!
This land is our land, tonto!
Welcome to our land.
♪ ♪
- Okay, I know it's mostly dogs
at the vet clinic,
but do you think that
you can smuggle home a cobra?
Why?
Are you planning
on k*lling Stevie?
Oh, of course not.
I'm just gonna
put it in his toilet
so it can bite his huevos.
Oh, God, whose huevos
is your father after this time?
He hates the new neighbors.
- And so should you, Mayan.
You're my daughter.
You should
have my back on this.
- Can you please
just let all this stuff go?
June seems really nice,
and it'd be great
to finally have a mom friend.
Hello?
I mean someone my age.
Uh, not just someone
who looks my age.
Good save.
- You want a mom friend
in the neighborhood?
I see plenty
of pop-up ads online saying
there are a lot of lonely moms
in our area who wanna connect.
Call one of them.
- You shouldn't
let your dad say
who you can be friends with.
I haven't talked
to my maid of honor
since the wedding,
because according to George,
her husband danced too French.
What does that mean?
I still don't know.
♪ ♪
Okay, light it up.
[doorbell rings]
The old dog poop
in a burning bag.
Pathetic, Georgie!
I'm not stamping on that!
- He's onto us.
- No, he's not.
I did a Latino version of it.
I put a firecracker in there.
I call it "The Firecrapper."
- [bag explodes]
- [groans]
You're gonna pay
for this, Georgie!
- How'd you get that much poop?
Your dog's so tiny.
- I tried to get her to eat
a box of frozen cheeseburgers,
and she wouldn't.
So I chewed 'em up,
and I spit 'em back in the bag.
♪ ♪
[upbeat saxophone music]
Thanks for getting my back.
Oscar, you're better
than my own flesh and blood.
I don't know about that.
Those things keep you alive
and your bones
inside your body.
- You know what?
Just drink your beer.
I think you'd make more sense
when you're drunk.
- Hey, we got Stevie good.
- Mm.
- He will never top that prank.
- Never.
[phone rings]
Hello?
- Hey.
Is your refrigerator running?
Well, you better go catch it.
[laughs]
Stevie, really?
This is
the lamest prank call ever.
- [towing device whirs]
- What's happening?
- That fool's
having my truck towed!
Oh!
At least this is
bringing us closer together.
You're making me wet.
♪ ♪
- Daddy, can you teach me
how to manscape?
Don't worry, buddy.
Your body hair will come in
the same age mine did--
- I'm tryna look good
for the girl next door.
[sighs]
Paloma.
I want our playdates
to be less play, more date,
if you know what I mean.
- This is so romantic--
forbidden love
between two warring houses.
It's just like
my D&D campaign.
A blood feud prevents
Bongadir Rockcrusher
and Rotgut Oozemuscle
from marrying
and giving birth
to a half-dwarf, half-orc--
a dorc.
Can you imagine it?
Now I can.
So what do I do?
- Whoa.
You want my advice?
- Yeah, you're with Mom,
so you have experience
getting someone
way out of your league.
[laughs]
Yeah.
♪ ♪
- You sure you have
to cancel our playdate?
- I'm sorry.
I've just got a lot going on.
But maybe next week,
we can take the kids
to that
new bounce house place.
I hear they have a wine bar.
Oh, that sounds amazing.
Drunk kids always nap
for, like, four hours.
I'll call you later.
- Well, Mayan,
our wonderful new neighbors
had my trucked towed...
while I was in it!
And you found your way home.
Good boy!
- That's not funny.
I didn't even do nothing.
[chuckles] Please.
You never--
[as George] don't do nothing.
You always take their side.
You're not just a bad daughter,
you're La Malinche.
Rude.
What is that?
- During colonization,
La Malinche was an Aztec woman
who collaborated
with the Spaniards
to help them
conquer her own people.
Since when do you read?
It was on the Chipotle bag
during
the Hispanic Heritage Month.
But the moral still stands--
stick with your own side
and get their back.
- You know,
everything shouldn't have
to be about sides.
- Well then,
you clearly don't understand
the Chipotle menu.
- Why is it so hard
for you to let this go?
It's not a beer.
- Because Stevie stabbed me
in the back.
We were very close, Mayan.
Then he turned on me.
And I haven't had
a best friend since.
What about Oscar?
- I don't care
if he has a best friend.
So you shouldn't
trust Stevie's daughter
because she's gonna do
the same thing to you, Mayan.
The apple doesn't fart
from the tree.
- You talkin'
about the neighbor's tree?
It's crazy what they did.
What are you talking about?
The neighbors put up a net
and cut off our access
to their avocados.
Now we gotta steal 'em
from another neighbor.
- I'm sure
June wasn't involved.
I mean, I made her guacamole
with those stolen avocados.
You mean this guacamole?
- Oh, yeah.
That's your guacamole.
- I was so sure
she wanted to be my friend.
I bet this is why
she canceled our playdate.
- And now there's
an avocado-shaped Kn*fe
in your back.
- Ha!
That's not a very sharp Kn*fe.
But it cuts just as deep.
I gotta go.
- I told you, Mayan.
Those gentrifiers suck.
- I tried so hard
to be welcoming,
but I guess you were right.
Finally!
Now let's go to their house
and fill their crawl space
with tilapia.
We're not doing that.
- Yeah, you're right.
It's too mild a fish.
How about day-old mackerel?
- Someone has to be
the bigger person
and put an end to this feud.
[guitar playing]
What's that?
- I don't know.
You better go check it out.
- Don't eat
the fence guacamole!
♪ ♪
♪ Cómo sufría por ella ♪
♪ Que hasta en su muerte
la fue llamando ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Cucurrucucú ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Paloma ♪
♪ Cucurrucucú ♪
♪ No llores ♪
[panting]
I want you
to be my girlfriend, Paloma.
What do you say?
- I say,
get off my property.
You will never date a Lopez,
unless he's related
to that Mario Lopez.
I just love that guy.
[laughs]
- Hey, Gordo.
Hey, are you okay?
- No.
I may never love again.
That's probably true.
One love is all you get.
- You can steal
my stolen avocados,
but no one messes with my boy.
I am not Malinche.
I am...
Machete.
♪ ♪
[upbeat saxophone music]
- Okay,
here's how we get them back.
We set up a ramp
to send an army of chickens
over the fence
to crap all over their yard.
Alexa, put 200 live chickens
on my shopping list.
- I put live chickens
on your shopping list.
- Mayan, why did the chicken
cross the road?
Because it didn't wanna
go up the damn ramp!
- Well, if you can b*at
Operation Cluck in Awe,
then go for it.
Okay.
What if you build
a tunnel underneath
like El Chapo?
- What would that do?
- I don't know.
But we would have a cool tunnel
underneath like El Chapo.
- Alexa, what should we do
to the neighbors?
- Neighbors are to be treated
with kindness and respect,
and it is considered sinful
to annoy those
living around you.
This one must be Canadian.
Okay.
What if we reclaim the tree
by carving our initials
into it...
Hmm? And show them
whose tree it really is.
- Dad, that's trespassing
and destroying property.
- I love it.
- [laughs]
See, that's how a real
family has each other's back.
Okay, Mayan, after this,
they're gonna put us
on a Chipotle bag.
- Yeah, eso.
- Eso.
♪ ♪
[whispering]
Hey, Mayan!
Fire up the chainsaw!
- [whispering] What is
the point of the ski mask?
We're literally carving
our initials into the tree.
- Yes, but we're also
not trying to get arrested.
M.L. could be Monica Lewinsky.
G.L. could be...
George Lucas.
So burn the edges
around the letters
so it look like
it was done with a lightsaber!
Okay, here goes.
[chainsaw revs]
Oh, oh, yeah.
This is good.
Okay, I got it.
Oh, ho, ho, I got it.
Uh-oh.
No!
You think they'll notice?
Come on, let's get out of here
before they see us.
What the hell?
Mayan?
No, it's...
Monica Lewinsky.
And George Lucas.
Live long and prosper, you two.
Mayan, this is really insane.
- This was payback for not
letting us steal your fruit.
What are you talking about?
I would never stop someone
from getting healthy fats.
Dad?
Don't look at me.
I enjoyed the guacamole.
It had gala-penos.
Well, someone did it.
- I had to trick you
to win the w*r.
It's like the Greeks did
with the Trojan horse condoms.
- What?
- I don't know.
The Greek restaurant
doesn't have a heritage month.
The point is,
you should've had my back
when they had my truck towed,
all right?
This is all your fault.
You know how I am.
You towed his truck?
Two words: Poop b*mb.
It's a firecrapper,
trademark, copy machine,
passion pending.
- You said you--
[as George] didn't do nothing.
- I didn't do nothing.
I did something.
Because it's his fault--
he's the one
that said that
Chance can't hang with Paloma.
- What?
Of course they can hang out.
Dad, that's not cool!
I need a break from Paloma.
The Lopezes are freaks.
And let me be clear.
I'm not talking
about my man Mario.
He's the right kind of freak.
- Just clean up your tree
and fix your fence, Stevie.
- Hey, it looks like
the tree is in your yard,
so it's your tree now, Georgie.
- I am so sorry
about the tree and my dad.
Ugh, I am sorry too.
I just hope
we can move past this.
Really?
I thought
you didn't wanna be friends
after you canceled
our playdate.
- No, that was just because
I was busy cleaning up dog poop
and cheeseburgers
off my porch...
and my dad.
Trust me, I have always
wanted a young mom friend.
Me too.
I mean, all my girlfriends
are single...
or a dog.
Same.
If only my dog could
relate to my mom problems,
but Donut doesn't pee
when he sneezes.
Donut?
My dog's name is Churro.
- [gasps]
That means donut in Spanish.
Okay, this friendship
was obviously meant to be,
so we need to find a way
to get our dads to get along.
Well, that's gonna be hard.
I mean, the only thing
they have in common
is that they both
like gala-penos.
So my dad was right?
Oh, I've been mispronouncing it
my whole life.
I am learning so much
living in this neighborhood.
♪ ♪
[upbeat saxophone music]
- Chance, look who I secreted
across enemy lines.
- My mom said
I could come over.
Why are you making me
wear your hoodie?
- Okay, you have
zero sense of whimsy.
I brought Paloma here
'cause I know how badly
you want to be together.
Hi, Chance.
And the answer is yes,
I will be your girlfriend.
We can double date
with our dogs.
I'll go make us a pillow fort
for our honeymoon.
What was that, man?
What do you mean?
I thought you were
heartbroken over Paloma.
I was yesterday.
Since then,
I discovered older women.
You have?
Yeah, Eliza.
She's in second grade.
She's got the whole package--
a PS5 with a extra controller.
But now you got me stuck
with the girl next door.
Chance...
It begins.
- Well, at least
Churro and Donut are happy.
[dogs growling]
No, Churro's not fixed.
Donut, get off of her!
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
Okay.
I'm ready for my apology.
And I didn't have
my morning White Claw,
so I'm gonna
remember every word.
- I was told
you were gonna apologize to me.
And I did have
my morning Modelo
'cause what am I supposed
to do, not brush my teeth?
- Okay, actually,
we called you both here
for a different reason.
Yes, we wanted to show you
that out of destruction
and hatred,
something beautiful can emerge.
Which is why we made this.
What's that,
a little house for Stevie?
Stevie, jump in there, man,
so I can move you out of town.
It's a tiny free library.
We built it out of the wood
from the fallen tree
as a symbol
of unity and community.
- To show that it's never
too late to turn a page
and start a new chapter
in your relationship.
- Ooh, that was good.
- Right?
- You should write a book
that goes into the library.
- Maybe I will.
[both laugh]
Okay!
- Wow, Mayan,
this tiny library...
is a bunch of hipster nonsense!
You might as well put up
a sign outside that says
"Douchebags live here."
Georgie's right.
You know who moves in
if you start putting books
on every corner?
Nerds!
- And we'll be damned if we're
gonna let this neighborhood
be ruined by a bunch
of book-loving hippies
who think that
they're too good to watch TV!
- There's a new episode
of "The Voice" on tonight.
I love that John Legend.
♪ ♪
- Well, looks like our dads
are finally getting along.
- Guess all they needed
was a common enemy.
Die, library!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Man.
This reminds me of the time we
did this to the real library.
- Yeah,
we taught that librarian
not to tell us to shut up.
If you're gonna carry
"MAD" magazine,
expect people to laugh.
- Oh, man.
Good times, huh, Stevie?
Can't sledgehammer a book.
Hey, get the lighter fluid.
- Well, Georgie,
I guess I'm glad
you and Stevie
are friends again.
- Well, this feud
wouldn't have restarted
if you had gotten my back
in the first place
and stayed away from them.
- Please,
I get your back all the time,
but not when
you're acting like an idiot.
It's my way of trying
to make you better.
- Just so you know, I got your
back even when you're wrong
because that's how I roll.
- You literally just
destroyed something I made
because
you thought I was wrong.
- Why do you keep
bringing up old stuff?
- Whoa.
- Burn, stupid books.
A bonfire.
Isn't this romantic?
Yeah, really romantic.
I wish I could help you,
but I've never had
to dump anyone.
♪ ♪
01x11 - Lopez vs Neighbors
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George Lopez, the owner of a moving company that went bankrupt is forced to move into his daughter Mayan’s house.
George Lopez, the owner of a moving company that went bankrupt is forced to move into his daughter Mayan’s house.