- [trunk latch clicks]
- Good morning, good morning It's great to stay up late Good morning, good morning to you When the band began to play The moon was shining bright Now the milkman's on his way It's too late to say goodnight
- So good morning, good morning
- Mmm.
- Sunbeams will soon smile through
- Mmm, mmm.
Good morning, good morning to you And you and you and you
- Good morning, good morning
- [ice cracking]
We've gabbed the whole night through Good morning Good morning to you Nothin' could be finer Than to sleep off all that wine, oh!
- In the morning
- In the morning It's great to stay up late
- Another morning
- Good morning to you Might've been more frisky If we hadn't had that whiskey When we left the bar last night Our future looked so bright Now comes the dawn And work is calling I just want to say goodnight And now it's morning Good morning
- Good morning to you
- [Sheila]
Mmm! What a beautiful day! I love walking with you guys.
Friends, fresh air, sunshine.
Look how hard you're working.
Everyone's rooting for you! [girl giggles]
- You're so happy.
Why?
- Why would anybody not be happy?
What if someone has a baby, and while they love him, or her, or them, if it's twins
- We know you mean you.
- I just miss going out, having a life.
John Legend's touring, and I wanna see him four times.
- So do it.
- I can't.
Every time I go out, RJ makes this face like, "Mommy, aren't I enough?
" Ugh, babies are the worst.
The trick is to not say goodbye to them.
Alondra, you need to put on a crop top, go to a concert and shake those boobs for someone who doesn't just see them as dinner.
[Lisa]
Congratulations on your boobs, by the way.
They are amazing.
When I stopped breastfeeding, mine turned into Russian nesting dolls.
This one could fit in that one.
Oh, come on, your body is ridiculous in those tight leggings and that sweet ass.
Dan is lucky to hit that sh*t.
Yeah, but it's how he hits it.
The man is tense.
The last time we had sex, I swear to God, he didn't blink.
I clapped right in his face, nothing.
It's like f*cking a British guard.
You two should be having more fun.
Live your best lives.
Give it the full Oprah! Sheila, you have really changed in the last few days.
You used to be kind of bland, no offense.
And kinda uptight, no offense.
- We did stuff without you all the time.
- No offense.
Hey, Eric has a science thing at school tonight.
Will you come?
It'll be so much less boring than going with just Alondra.
No offense?
Of course I'll come.
And I'll bring Joel and Abby.
We love Eric.
I wanted to adopt Eric, but Joel said no.
Seriously, what's going on with you?
It's probably my new diet.
I've been eating a lot of protein.
- Really?
- How many grams?
All of them.
Good morning to you Come on!
- [bell on door jingling]
- Good morning To you May I help you?
Yes.
Good morning.
I've been hired to do a documentary for the National Geographic Channel.
It's an historical look at the undead and a very legitimate project.
Eager to make it accurate, I've been visiting paranormal bookstores looking for materials on outbreaks and possible remedies.
You'll find the zombie literature in our lifestyle section, next to the fertility crystals.
If you hit witch balls, you've gone too far.
Isn't that always the case?
Anything you can use?
I don't think so.
I'm looking for something more real, less for kids.
I do have one thing in the back, but I don't show it to a lot of people.
Yeah?
What is it?
Zombie p*rn.
Thank you for your time.
[gasps]
Oh, my God.
[instrumental theme music playing]
- Hey, Rick!
- Hey, Joel.
Can you pop your trunk for me?
Those are words you never wanna hear from a cop.
[chuckles]
Come on, I want to check the cargo space.
See, I love my bike, but the only thing it holds is ass.
By the way, you gotta try that thing.
Zero to 60 in one
-point
-f*ck seconds.
- Oh!
- [chuckles]
Hi, honey! Where'd you go this morning?
What's in the bag?
Is it a present?
Is it for me?
Is it for me?
Plain white bag.
[whispers]
Nasty.
[chuckles]
Hey, babe.
I changed his diaper, put on his socks.
Great dad alert.
[Rick laughs]
Come on, you.
Let's go listen to some John Legend, take your socks off, 'cause it's 100 degrees.
I gotta get ready for work.
I gotta drive out to Riverside today.
Might as well be Mars, except it's hotter, there's less air, food's not as good, less culture, and it's further from my house.
f*ck me.
So let's take a look.
Yes.
[chuckles]
Let's.
[remote beeps]
Oh, my.
That is roomy.
[chuckles]
Rick, look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
What?
[crunching]
I can make my hips go side to side now.
- I could never do this before.
- Why would you want to?
Because it's a turn
-on, Rick.
Yeah, I see it.
So what's a car like this set you back?
It doesn't set you back, Rick, it launches you forward.
If you want one, you should get one.
Don't overthink it.
Overthinking is a boner k*ller.
- Hit the deck, we got a sh**t!
- [Sheila gasps]
- What the hell, Dan?
- [Dan laughs]
Just testing your reflexes, Officer Puss.
Not so bueno.
When Santa Monica PD hears "sh**t," they think "oyster bar.
" That's 'cause we can afford oysters, since we make a sh*t
-ton more money than a sheriff's deputy.
Boom! Hmm?
Thanks, guys.
Here, I got you ant spray.
- That's okay, I have ant spray.
- You don't know what you have.
I need you to k*ll those little bastards before they start making their way into my yard.
I found one in my kitchen this morning.
Now if I get an ant problem because you have an ant problem, you and I are gonna have a problem.
- What is she doing, Joel?
- I don't know, Dan.
Just spray your yard.
See?
He doesn't think we k*lled Gary, he's just obsessed with ants.
Yeah, that's a relief, and in some ways even more troubling.
Come on, I want to show you something.
- Wow.
- Mm
-hmm.
He's throwing up a ball thing, like I did.
[Joel]
I know.
I've been going to all these occult bookstores.
The woman where I found these said they're copies of prints from 16th century Serbia.
Then we need to find somebody who speaks Serbian.
Yeah, in Santa Clarita, which just got its first Indian restaurant.
[sighs]
I wonder what it says.
[quacking]
Jesus, I hate that ringtone.
- Clients like it.
It's funny.
- We disagree on that.
Uh
-oh.
It's Abby's school.
[man]
Your daughter walked out of class three days ago and she hasn't been back since.
- We had no idea Abby was skipping school.
- [sighs]
She's never done it before, or at least she's never been caught.
Not a great sportswoman either.
Is anything unusual happening at home?
- Um, unusual
- Unusual Unusual
- No.
All good.
- Unusual?
Very usual.
The reason I'm taking this so seriously is because it's not just about Abby.
She's also having a corrupting influence on Eric Bemis.
And [chuckles]
Eric Bemis is a remarkable young man, so Are you saying that Abby Hammond isn't remarkable?
I'm sure that's not what he's saying.
It'd be great if that's not what you're saying.
Eric Bemis has a 4.
5 GPA.
The only Bs he ever got are the ones he raised to study colony collapse disorder.
[chuckles]
That's something that happens to bees.
Based on her biology grades, I guess Abby may not have known that either.
Well, now it feels like you're calling our daughter stupid.
And us.
Again, I'm sure that's not what he's saying.
It'd be great if that's not what you're saying.
Yes, it would be.
Let's keep this simple.
If your daughter misses school again, she's going to be suspended.
Suspended?
If Abby is going through some typical teenage problem that happens to any typical family like ours, instead of punishing her you should show her some compassion.
And you shouldn't tell me how to do my job.
Well, maybe if you did it right, then all the parents wouldn't talk about you
- like you are a steaming pile of
- Here's a solution.
Let's all stop talking until I can think of what to say next.
Okay, we'll speak to our daughter and make sure she never misses school again.
Good.
Because if she does
- Please don't say it.
- miss school again
- She won't.
- she's going to be
- Don't say it.
- I wouldn't say it.
- suspended.
- Okay.
- g*dd*mn it.
- We're all on the same page.
Honey, shall we?
I have a small refrigerated space I would love to introduce you to.
I think you would look really good in it.
- What?
- Tiny wine room.
We're selling a house with a tiny wine room.
Let us know if you're interested.
- [Sheila groans]
- [indistinct conversation]
- Jesus Christ.
- I don't care for him.
He's the principal! You can't eat the school
- [conversation stops]
- How's it going?
All right.
Principal.
We got lucky last night with that guy you k*lled in the parking lot.
But people have seen us here.
We signed in.
If his next appointment walked into a bloodbath, they might have tied it to his previous one.
Relax! I didn't eat him yet.
No, no, no.
You won't eat him, ever.
- Fine.
Ever yet.
- Honey.
The more impulsive you are, the more likely we'll get caught.
And if we get caught, our lives together will be over, forever.
Do you understand?
Yes.
I understand.
I can't be impulsive and k*ll the wrong person, like that bastard in there who didn't have any family pictures and probably doesn't have any friends, but did have sneakers with reflective strips in his office, so may run alone at night.
Thank you for hearing me.
So we just got called into the principal's office.
Why?
What'd you do?
[laughs]
What?
That was funny!
- She's a remarkable girl.
- I know she's remarkable.
- So then we're done?
- [Joel]
No.
It's because you're remarkable that we expect more of you.
It all just seems so meaningless.
Seriously, trigonometry?
- What does that matter?
- Trigonometry matters a lot.
There are triangles in everything.
Pizza.
Triangles.
Not the shape, the musical instrument.
- Honey, anything you want to add?
- Sure.
If Abby doesn't want to go to school, she shouldn't go.
- What?
- Wait, you're serious?
As a triangle.
She's not gonna use half the stuff they teach in there and you never cared about trigonometry.
The only triangle you were interested in was the one in my pants.
- Mom! Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God.
Follow your heart.
Listen, you like writing poetry?
Maybe do that.
You're saying I should drop out of school and be a poet?
- No, no, no.
No one's saying that.
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
- Live your best life.
- What's happening right now?
What's happening is you're grounded.
So go to your room.
Thank you.
No, that I understand.
- You can't keep being like this.
- You mean, being who I am?
I know you want to do whatever you want now, but I'm not sure the family can survive it.
- Hello?
- [robot whirring]
Mrs.
Hammond, what are you doing here?
Would you like a Triscuit?
Your front door was unlocked, and no, thank you.
Listen, I need to talk to someone, and you are the closest thing to an expert I know.
Thank you.
Please, sit.
This morning, I felt really great.
I was encouraging everyone to be their best selves, but just now, I told Abby to drop out of school.
And before that, I almost k*lled Principal Novak.
Yes, uh, impulse control.
The undead do not have it.
I gotta do something, because I can't be like
- [growling]
- [yelps]
- Oh, uh sorry.
- It's okay.
No pee, so, that's a win.
Do you think it's possible for me to have any control?
We can't ignore a fundamental truth.
The undead are completely driven by their id.
But if I can't control myself, then I risk everything that matters to me.
You can't change your nature.
- But I have to.
- Then maybe you can.
- Do you think?
- No.
- But I could lose my family.
- Then you have to change.
- But you just said I can't.
- You can't.
- But you're saying I have to.
- You do.
You're saying that I need to change my nature, but that's impossible.
Yeah.
Uh, on the other hand, maybe nothing's impossible.
Who would've ever thought an octopus and a kitten could fall in love?
It's on YouTube, you gotta see it.
It'll give you hope.
No.
Wait.
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want one?
[chuckles]
You know, I used to ditch.
My home life was also a little challenging.
Really?
Did Grandma Jenny eat half a man and bury the rest of him in the desert?
No.
But she once made a produce guy cry over a head of lettuce, and that was her public persona.
How'd you deal?
[exhales]
Collected baseball cards, painted pine cones.
Sometimes I went into the woods and yelled at birds.
You yelled at birds?
We didn't have money for a therapist and yelling at people was Grandma Jenny's thing.
Then when I got older What?
What?
- [engine revving]
- [Abby]
Whoo
-hoo! Whoo! Whoo! That was sick! I got a bike when I was 16 and never yelled at a bird again.
I can see why.
- Was yours as cool as Rick's?
- It was pretty sweet.
'83 Triumph Daytona.
- Do you still have it?
- Yeah, I keep it in the storage unit
- Oh, my God, I want to see it.
- Nah.
Now it's just a pile of rusted crap.
Check out this view.
I used to bring your mom up here when we were in high school.
Carved our initials in that picnic bench.
Back then it was all just open space.
Man, things change.
Can Mom still love?
- What?
Of course she can.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- That's a weird smile.
- I'm freaking out, man!
- I'm freaking out too!
- It's so weird!
- So f*cking weird! Last week, she organized our pasta by cooking times, and wouldn't let me eat crackers in the living room.
Tuesday, she strangled a rooster! Two weeks ago, she was making me vocab cards for the SATs.
Now she doesn't care if I go to school anymore.
- I know! What the hell's happening?
- I know! [sighs]
I mean, like, did Mom die when Mom d*ed?
I wish I had more answers, honey.
I know things may have changed from when you were here in high school but it's still beautiful.
Yeah, it is.
Come on, your mom's waiting for us at that science fair.
Wait.
Where'd you carve your initials?
There it is.
[Abby]
Aww.
That's sweet.
It's been here over 20 years.
Of course, the artwork around it is new.
[computer voice]
Nice to meet you.
One day he'll build a woman out of soft materials and never come out of his room.
You haven't touched your margarita.
Wow.
That's a lot of tequila.
Mmm.
Ever since I discovered this little trick I have been, like, the best mom.
Plus I'm pregaming for a work thing later.
- Tonight?
- Oh, yeah.
Pharmaceutical rep hours are super flexible.
That's why so many of us have time to go on The Bachelor.
Oh.
[groans]
No.
Ugh.
Look at him, the king of nothing.
- [inaudible chatter]
- "Yes, welcome to my land.
I am great.
I am a sex tourist, traveling the world over.
Paying handsomely for sex.
" [fake baritone laugh]
"Oh, I am currently farting.
" [chuckling]
[murmurs indistinctly]
Whoa.
Hi! [under breath]
You dickless bore.
- Eric is quite the star, hmm?
- [Lisa]
Yeah.
I don't know where he gets it.
His father was so dumb.
I mean, crush a mouse dumb.
- Oh.
My.
- Mm.
- Mrs.
Hammond.
- Principal Novak.
I am sorry that things went awry this morning.
Thank you.
Apology accepted.
- I wasn't actually apologizing.
- You just said you were sorry.
I'm sorry about the situation, which you instigated.
Isn't there a potato clock somewhere that needs your attention?
You should be grateful that I didn't suspend Abby.
In fact, I still might.
It all depends on what you say next, madame.
Fine, I'm sorry.
- You farting sex tourist.
- Oh, snap.
Tell Abby don't bother coming to school tomorrow.
What a cuntstick.
- Hold this?
- Yeah.
- Sheila!
- [gasps]
Joel! Hi, you're here.
Where's Abby?
She needed to swing by her locker.
I need to tell you something.
- Yes?
- I love you.
I have loved you since we carved our initials in that picnic bench.
I've loved you for the 19 years we've been married, and I'll love you for however long we have together.
So you be whoever you need to be.
Just because something's changed doesn't mean it's not still beautiful.
[sighs]
That's exactly what I needed to hear.
[door opens]
Oh, my God.
Hey, Novak.
- Dad?
- Abby, go back.
Let's keep this simple.
Abby's going through a really hard time right now so you're not going to suspend her, because if you do I will make your life miserable.
I can sell your home, I can f*ck up your Zillow estimate.
I can rezone your neighborhood for horses.
I have a notary that will do anything for me.
I am a realtor and I can destroy you.
It'll all depend on what you say next.
Tell Abby I'll see her at school tomorrow.
[soft chuckle]
Okay, then.
You have a lovely evening.
- Wow, you were intense.
- [hallway door opens]
Well, yeah, you're my baby.
[hallway door slams]
[sighs]
All right, let's go check out Eric's action.
[softly]
Why didn't you k*ll Novak?
Not that I'm complaining.
[softly]
You told me to be who I needed to be, and that's someone who doesn't want to lose her family.
- Come on, honey, we're gonna be late.
- Oh, my God.
[hallway door opens]
- Principal Novak, wait.
- Leave me alone.
- Are you Serbian?
- Leave me alone.
I saw the flag in your window.
It's Serbian.
- I saw it in my research.
- Let go.
- Do you speak Serbian?
- You people are insane.
- Do you speak Serbian?
- No, but my grandmother does.
You better let me go because I live with her and if I'm not home by 8:00 I'm a grown man and I can do whatever I want.
Still, I'm leaving.
- [engine starts]
- [tires screeching]
I need to meet your grandmother! How's it going?
All right.
Hey, girl.
Remember that work opportunity I told you about last night?
- I closed the deal.
- Ooh, awesome.
Big sale?
Sale?
No, no.
The opportunity was to bone an oncologist.
- What?
- Yeah.
We've been flirting for weeks, and you inspired me.
"Live your best life," right?
- Thank you.
- Well The clients are running 15 minutes late, so no rush.
- [door opens]
- [Alondra groans]
It's just three weekends in February.
You can't just pick up and follow John Legend on tour.
[Alondra]
But this could be my last chance.
Now that he and Chrissy have the baby, John wants to be home with his family.
He's such a good dad.
You don't do something like this without us talking about it.
- Hey, good news, Rick.
- Oh, sh*t.
- [vehicle door opens, shuts]
- Your Range Rover came in early.
- Just need a signature.
- Did you buy a new car?
Maybe let's get to the house early.
Okay.
This is all you, right?
They're grown
-ups.
They can make their own decisions.
[sighs]
- What did you tell him?
- Just drive, honey.
You know, these are our neighbors.
We have to maintain relationships Oh, Christ, there's Dan.
- Hey, Joel!
- [engine starts]
The sprayer I gave you is still on your porch! Spray your g*dd*mn ants! [sprayer hissing]
Lazy sons of b*tches.
I take care of this whole neighborhood.
Whoa.
I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat With a bat and a 64 Impala I wish I had a brand new car So far I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo, I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8
-track and a spare tire In the backseat, but that's flat And do you wanna know What's really whack?
See, I can't even get a date So what you think of that?
I heard that prom night is a b*mb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really, though, I'm
Figaro Within my car I can't even get a hello
Well, so many people
Wanna cruise Crenshaw on
Sunday One day I'm gonna have to
Get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw
Tell my homies "Look alive" 'Cause it's hard to survive When you're livin' in a concrete jungle
And these girls keep passin' me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Make me say "My, my, my" I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat
With a bat and a 64 Impala I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat
With a bat and a 64 Impala
- I wish I was a little bit taller
- Wish I was a little bit taller
- I wish I was a baller
- Wish I was a baller
- Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all
- Wish I was a little bit taller, y'all I wish I was a baller I wish I wish I wish I wish
01x04 - The Farting Sex Tourist
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Joel and Sheila Hammond are everyday suburban real estate agents in Santa Clarita, California that face a series of obstacles when Sheila undergoes a metamorphosis, becomes undead and starts craving human flesh.
Joel and Sheila Hammond are everyday suburban real estate agents in Santa Clarita, California that face a series of obstacles when Sheila undergoes a metamorphosis, becomes undead and starts craving human flesh.