Hey. Where have you been? Carwash. I found something real interesting in the back seat. Oh yeah? What? Okay, now you're just showing off. No Alan, I'm not. Although, I have to admit this is a sexy little item. It is, isn't it? Yeah, yeah. I'd like to meet the lady who fills this. Actually, you know her. Really? Eh... Lisa? No. Jennifer? Who's Jennifer? Oh, right. No. Well, then who? I can tell you. But once I do, I can't un-tell you. What are you talking about? Who borrowed my car last weekend? Holy mother of God! No. No. Unholy mother of us! Mom in a car? Mom in MY car! If I'd known this was gonna happen, I would've gotten the vinyl seats. Whoa, wait. You're not just gonna leave it in the middle of the floor, are you? It really creeps you out, doesn't it? No. Then pick it up. * phone rings * Hello? Oh. Hi Jake. What's up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there. Yeah. No, I know your mom broke up with Greg. Yes, I understand that you're very upset, but... Well... No. No. I can't come over there and pick you up just because you're mad at your mother. Well.. Eh... I'm sorry, that's just the way it is. Now, why don't you let me speak to her. Yeah, Judith, hi. Look, I'm trying to back you up here. No. I told him he had to work it out with you. No. No. Really? Really, you think it would be better if he came here to cool off? Well, okay br- Well bring him over then. Well, I'll see you in a bit. Jake's coming over? Yeah, yeah. Apparently he's furious with his mother about this whole Greg-thing. Well, it's understandable. He was just getting to know this amazing guy who had a boat and a pool and a Hummer. A guy who could teach him all sorts of cool stuff. And his mother just rips this wonderful man out of his life. Too soon? Hello! Everybody decent? Oh, hi mom. What a surprise. Well, I was in the neighbourhood and I thought I'd drop by and see how my sons are getting along. Well, we're doing fine. Yep, just fine. Good. Eh... Jake? Eh... he's fine. Just dandy. Oh, the hell with it. I left a 300 dollar bra in the back seat of your Mercedes and I want it back. Oh my. How in Heaven's name did that happen, mother? Well, if you must know... I don't need to know. Oh, Alan. Grow up. I sold a 12 million dollar house and I wanted to celebrate. With the Saudi prince? Don't be ridiculous. He's got nine wives and they're all like 11 years old. No, I was with the seller's realtor. Splitting that juicy commission made us both so hot we barely made it off the front lawn. Now go get mommy's bra. Oh, darling. That is just sick. Seek help.
