- Nanna. Hi, guys. [Emily] Hi, sweetheart. [Cal] Hi. [Hannah] What's going on? [Emily] Oh, I don't know, some game. He won't let me take
this dumb blindfold off. Cal? Is that him? What are you doing here? What are you doing here? Wait, do you guys know each other? What's going on? What are you doing here? [Robbie] Hey, Nanna. Hi, Robbie. Hey, Nanna. Hi, cutie. Jacob, it's so nice to meet you. I've heard so many wonderful things about you from Nanna. I'm sorry, what's a Nanna? I'm a Nanna. You know, I couldn't say
Hannah when I was little. How do you know my dad? [Emily] She couldn't say her H's at all. Okay. I'm having trouble understanding what's going on right now. Dad, this is Jacob, my boyfriend. No, it's not. I was bringing him over to meet Mom. No. No. No, no, no. [Emily] I wanna see the boyfriend. - I can't breathe. - [Emily] Can I take this off now? Cal, what are you doing with a daughter that's grown up? I was 17, that's why we had to get married so young. That is something you should have told me. You never wanted me to
talk about my children. Um, I'm gonna go watch TV now. Yeah, that's fine honey,
why don't you go do that? - Yeah. Can I come?
- No. So you guys, like, really know each other, then. Oh, screw it. This is ridiculous. Oh Honey, he's really cute. No, he's not. Look at you. You're really a mother? I don't believe it, sister. Alright, alright. Let me get this straight. So you guys are a thing. You guys are a couple, right? You guys are together? - Yeah.
- Yes. No way. Break up right now. Daddy? Please don't call him that. Cal, that's not gonna happen. Then I will mess you up. Dad. Cal. Cal. Jessica? Bernie? Daddy, no. I let her babysit for
you, you son of a bitch. - Oh my God! - Bernie! - She's only 17 years old. - Daddy! - What are you talking about? - Oh, God. Oh, God. - I have no idea what
you're talking about. - Aah! - Bernie. - Daddy, no. No, no, no. Stop it. (fighting sounds) - [Robbie] Dad. - Jacob! Oh, God. - Daddy, stop it. He didn't do anything. He doesn't know. - Is your back okay? - Know what? - Know what? - Is this some kind of a skit? Because I'm lost. - Argh! - No. - Aah! - No, no, no. Daddy, Daddy. He didn't even know that
I'm in love with him. With who? With him. You pointing at me? Are you pointing at him? She's pointing at him? Ohhhh. Wait. My dad is the older
guy you've been seeing? I knew it. You... No, no, no. He doesn't know
about the naked photos. What? Jessica. You made him naked photos? Seriously? I'm gonna beat you till
your brains fall out. Timeout, timeout. Hold on. Hold on. But I love her. Jessica's the one you're in love with? Excuse me, Emily? You left your sweater in
my car the other night. Oh. Who are you? I'm David Lindhagen. David Lindhagen? David Lindhagen. Okay. Is this a bad time? Yeah. Jacob! You know how much pain and suffering you caused my friend, you dumb son of a-- Stay the hell away from my daughter. - Ow. - You stay away from my daughter. - I don't even know you. - Stop it. - Oh, my God. That is not... What are you grabbing? (grunting) - Oh Really? Really? - Come on. - Let go of me! Let go
of me! Let go of me! - Come on, she's my daughter. - Stop it. Stop it. - I'll kill you. So, okay, wait. Which one
of you is Lindhagen again? - Hagen. I'm just gonna write, "Domestic
disturbance, all clear" Thank you, officer. Just simmer down, okay? We all have arguments. But if you're gonna
fight, just do it inside. Keep it in the family, okay? (laughing) I will kill you. (soft piano music) Let's go. Daddy? Now. Daddy? Now!
