Two and a Half Men s10e14 Episode Script
Run, Steven Staven! Run!
Men.
Sorry I'm late.
I've been waiting here for over an hour.
I'd to pee in that bush.
I shutter to think what you used to wipe.
Well, did you knock on the door to see if Walden and Berta were home? Yeah, they invited me in, but I said I'd rather pee on my feet while an azalea tickled my crack.
Okay, actually, it's, uh, it's an oleander.
That's probably not the salient part of your story.
You know, none of this would have happened if I had a key.
Uh, come on.
We've been over this.
I just, I feel like I'm overstepping my boundaries with Walden by asking if my girlfriend can have a key.
Well, I feel like an unwelcome guest in this house.
I'm an unwelcome guest in this house.
I don't think you're taking me seriously.
Isn't it enough that you have the key to my heart? Oh, bite me.
Okay, I get it.
I get it.
You're upset, and you have every right to be.
But why don't we just, you know, take a deep breath, maybe open a bottle of wine, uh, take a bath, light some candles.
Do you actually believe I'm going to have sex with you tonight? I can't believe you ever have sex with me.
But you're here now.
You look lovely.
You have an empty bladder, so why not? You know what? Keep the key.
Ah, Lyndsey, come on.
Don't be like this.
What, you're just going to mark your territory and leave? Son of a bitch.
Bet you wish you gave me that key now.
Men, men, manly men, men, men Ooh.
Ah Ah You're going to keep doing that until I ask you what's wrong, aren't you? What's wrong? Kate updated her Facebook status.
Still no mention of me.
Let it go.
She's eating a bagel.
We used to eat bagels.
Here.
Now you're eating bagels together.
I miss her.
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
I miss waking up next to Burt Reynolds.
What, it happened.
Morning.
Morning.
Where-where's Lyndsey? I thought she was spending the night.
Me, too.
But then she decided I suck.
Why? Did it take her so long to figure that out? I don't know what happened.
It just came out of nowhere.
It always does.
You know who knew relationships? Your brother.
Oh, please, his lasted an hour at a time.
An hour and a half if he was drunk.
Exactly.
He treated women like rental cars.
You pay for them when you need them, and it's someone else's job to empty out the trunk and hose them down.
Well, I'm not paying for sex.
And he can't afford to.
I don't need a hooker.
I have Lyndsey.
You should lead with that when you apologize to her.
Oh, we will be fine.
This whole thing will blow over and be gone by tomorrow morning.
So would the hooker.
Men.
Hey.
Well, well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence.
I needed some time.
Kate and I split up.
One second.
Another woman left you? She moved to New York.
They're crossing state lines to get away from you now.
Yeah, yeah I'm a loser.
I'm alone.
And meanwhile, you're having wild, crazy sex with my ex-wife like I could never imagine.
Oh, you don't have to imagine it.
Look, let me-let me paint you a word picture.
Uh, the candles were flickering; the music was playing; and she rode me like I was a giant, pink pogo stick.
You're not a giant anything.
That's funny.
You know what else is funny? You're alone.
Okay, I get it.
It's a joke.
Women always leave me.
I get it.
Well, you know what? It still hurts.
Not that I expect you to understand how it feels to have your heart broken by someone you love because that would actually require you having a heart.
Do you even know how it feels She dumped me.
What? Bridget left me.
Are you serious? She-She said I was inconsiderate, condescending, and that I look like a lesbian art teacher.
I-I don't know what to say.
Other than you do look like a lesbian art teacher.
I'm glad that my pain can make you happy.
Oh, wait, you have no idea.
Let me paint you a word picture.
Flowers are blooming.
Birds are singing.
Angels are farting rainbows.
That's not funny, all right? My-my life is falling apart.
Come on.
I'm just giving you a hard time.
I'm sorry.
It's gonna be okay.
No, it's not.
I loved her.
I know.
I did, too.
And then I realized she's the broken one.
You think so? Yeah, of course.
I she dumped me - to be with you.
- I mean Hey, that Shh, it gets better.
Here ya go.
We got chicken and star soup and grilled cheese sandwich with the crust cut off.
I-I got dumped by my girlfriend, not pushed off the monkey bars at recess.
And that's why I put whiskey in your sippy cup.
What's going on? Oh, Billy got dumped by Bridget.
Oh, man, I'm sorry.
Me and my girlfriend are going through a bit of a rough patch ourselves.
So, she sewed you up in your sheets while you were sleeping and started beating you with a broom? Uh, no.
Then it's not a rough patch.
What is it that makes relationships so difficult? Women.
Women.
Exactly.
I mean, when was the last time you were dating someone and you decided to ask "Where is this relationship going?" Or "Are you mad at me?" Yeah, or "What's all this glittery, sparkly stuff on your pants?" Guys ask questions that you can answer.
Like, "How are we fixed for ham? " Why is my beer empty? God, I hate it when Lyndsey asks me that.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Wait, were we doing guys' or girls' questions? Yeah, on the other hand, there's no better feeling than when you're in a loving, happy relationship.
The sweet release of black tar heroin's a close second.
Well, the good news is neither one of you guys are going to be single for long.
I mean, you got looks and money.
Thank you, Alan.
And you've got money.
That's true.
Yeah, and what about you? You got most of your hair both eyes.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I mean, no, you've got a You've got To go apologize to my girlfriend.
Exactly.
By the way, how are we fixed for ham? Men.
Alan.
Wow.
Oh, uh, hey-hey, Lyndsey.
What are you doing here? Well, I've left you a few messages since yesterday.
I don't know if you got them.
I did.
Oh, o-okay.
Well, you look nice.
Did someone die? I'm going out.
Ooh, girls' night out? No.
Oh.
Did someone die? I have a date with Dr.
Staven.
Wait, Dr.
Staven, your-your gynecologist? That's right.
Is-is this about the other night? Because I said I was sorry.
Look, if it'll make you feel better, you can lock me out and I'll pee in your bush.
Okay, that came out much worse than I meant it.
Okay, I have to get going.
Are you mad at me? No, we just have different ideas of what a relationship should be.
Well, then let's just sit down and talk about it.
Nothing to talk about.
Oh, yeah, right.
Like a woman is ever done She's mad at me.
They're hot when they're angry, aren't they? Oh, Herb.
Geez, you scared me.
Little trouble in paradise? Oh, yeah, you know, relationships Hey, want to come across the street for a beer and talk about it? Oh, sure.
Thanks.
So, uh, what are you doing over here anyway? Oh, just seeing if Lyndsey's coming out for her 6:15 jog.
Oh, you jog with her? No.
Men.
Oh, you know, I don't think Judith is going to be too happy to see me.
Oh, don't worry.
She's gone.
Okay, when you say "gone"" do you mean she's traveling, or is her head in that cooler? She left me, Al.
Oh, my God, what happened? Yeah, I had a moment of weakness with my receptionist.
Actually, 36 and a half moments of weakness.
Uh, a half? Judith walked in during 37.
Herb, how could you? This is my receptionist.
I would have finished 37 while she was watching.
Men.
Hey, man, thanks for inviting me over.
I really appreciate it.
Ah, come on, you'd do the same thing for me.
We both know that's not true, but it's sweet of you to say.
And besides, breakups are like a bruise, and I want to be there when yours turns from dark purple to yellow.
That is the meanest thing you've ever said.
Kudos.
Okay, here's a question: who's your dream schtupp? What? Any woman in the world, one night, who's it going to be? Oh, that's easy: Kate.
Oh, see, right there.
That's why I wouldn't have you over.
Who picks their ex-girlfriend? I mean, I'm talking any woman in the world.
Okay, dead or alive? It doesn't matter.
Do I have to know her? Nope.
What if she doesn't like me? I for the love of God.
In the game she has to like you.
Okay.
Can she be animated? Like a-like a cartoon? What? You want to be chomped by Ms.
Pacman? No, but I always had these weird feelings when I used to see Bugs Bunny in drag.
Fine, she can be animated.
Her place or mine? Who cares? I do.
It's hard for me to relax in strange surroundings.
Okay, you know what? Just forget it.
But-but I didn't pick a girl.
Just shut up.
You ruin everything.
Mother Teresa.
What?! That woman gave her whole life for the benefit of mankind.
And one man should give her a little something back.
Hey, guys.
Oh, hey.
Hi.
Hey! Oh, Alan's girlfriend is taller than I would have thought.
Herb, uh, you remember Walden.
This is Billy.
Oh.
Hello, Billy.
Alan tells me you got, uh, dumped by Walden's ex-wife.
Yeah.
I got dumped by Alan's ex-wife.
I guess that makes us dump brothers.
That's, uh Who is this guy? You don't recognize your own dump brother? Herb is the most recent victim of Judith's unrelenting assault on mankind.
Oh, it sounds like just the kind of horrible ball-breaker I always end up with.
Mm-hmm.
She available? Not emotionally.
And she's only physically available twice a year.
Twice? Uh, birthdays and Valentine's Day.
Oh, that explains it.
My birthday's on Valentine's Day.
I thought you were going to see Lyndsey.
I did right as she was going out on a date.
Yikes.
Gut-punch.
With her gynecologist.
Shut up! What? That man is a trained vagina handler.
You do not want him down there.
He-He's already been down there.
Yeah, on business.
You don't want him to return on a pleasure cruise.
I mean, I mean, he could take apart and reassemble her undercarriage blindfolded.
You're more like a guy trying to put a bookshelf together from IKEA.
Well, you know what? I don't care.
I don't need her.
That's a good attitude.
Mm-hmm.
Exactly.
Who needs women? Not me.
Me, neither.
Uh-uh.
Know what we should do? Go to a bar and pick up some women? Yup.
All right, this is not gonna be that hard.
I mean, look at us.
We've got a doctor, a billionaire, another billionaire.
Billionaire's permanent houseguest.
Ooh, he said I'm permanent.
Check out the talent at three o'clock.
Oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Hotsy-totsy! Oh, I got dibs on the blonde.
Oh, who's taking the manly one? What manly one? Herb's got the one with the Adam's apple.
Okay, what are we gonna do here, guys? You know, uh, what's the plan? I mean, uh, teams of two, every man for himself, uh, shock and awe? Or we just send in the tall, handsome guy with the big johnson.
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, not you.
Pretty boy here.
Well, I am more than just a pretty face.
Come on, man.
You can be like the-the great white shark, and we'll be the plucky little pilot fish who swim alongside you and feed off your scraps.
Why do I have to be cursed with all of this? Back off.
I will seal the deal.
I've seen this movie before.
You're going to enjoy it.
Hi.
I hate to interrupt, so I'm just gonna cut right to the chase.
I'm neither tall, nor handsome, but I'm incredibly rich.
So which of you would like the honor of sleeping with me for $5,000? I apologize.
Ten thousand.
Gentlemen, the bar has been lowered.
This is a great idea, Herb.
Yeah, but we shouldn't call him Herb.
We should call him Erb.
Well, as a doctor, I have access to some pretty righteous chronic.
You're a pediatrician.
I prescribe it to the parents.
Hmm.
This would be way better if there were four hot women in here.
Yeah, and none of you.
Please, the only way you could satisfy four women is if they were cannibals.
Okay.
Yeah.
Look, I will have you know, I have no trouble satisfying multiple women.
In fact, that's kind of the reason I ended in this big bowl of sausage soup.
What do you mean? Bridget and I would enjoy the occasional threesome.
And by "occasional," I mean every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bridget, like, my Bridget? Yup.
She was a weekend warrior.
Wow.
The closest we ever came to a threesome was one time we dog-sat, and I left the bedroom door open.
Me and that beagle made eye contact at the most inopportune moment.
Oh, my God.
Well, hey, hey, hey-- one word of advice.
Do not look up from the lap of a girl you just picked up at Safeway and say to your girlfriend, "My God, I never want this to end!" Aah, threesomes never work out.
Somebody always feels left out.
That's why my receptionist and I got another couple and swing.
Ooh! Stringbean's a freak.
I like it.
Yeah, if you and, uh, Bridget ever get back together, maybe she'd like to become a Herbivore.
I will keep that in mind.
Okay, so I lied to the woman I love about who I am.
Herb cheated on his wife.
And Billy spent too much time yodeling in the wrong canyon.
Why did you and Lyndsey break up? She wanted a key to the house.
And? And I said no.
Why? Well, it's-it's not mine to give.
It's your house.
Since when does that matter to you? Since I don't want my girlfriend to have unrestricted access to my house.
And we're back to your house.
I like my space! I-I want to keep my options open.
Options? You have op-shun.
Shun.
As in, all other girls shun you.
Look, Alan, don't be a schmuck.
If you're gonna throw away your relationship, do it for a good reason.
Like spending too much time face down in the checkout girl.
Yeah, or, uh, fooling around with your hot, young receptionist who lets you wear a diaper while riding her around the office.
Is one example.
Nobody's gonna think about that next time we see you.
My point is, you're the only one of us who has a chance to get his girl back.
What about all that stuff about not needing women? We only said that because we don't have women.
Really? Of course.
Lyndsey is awesome.
She really is.
She's got the face of an angel, buttocks you can bounce a quarter off, and a bosom that just makes you wish she was your mother.
But I'm saying she's awesome.
Just give her the key, Alan.
Give her anything she wants.
Well, it's a little late.
She's out with another guy.
Well, no, it's not too late.
Go get her.
Go do it for yourself.
Do it for all of us who can't get our girl back.
Yeah! Come on, go get her.
Okay, okay, you're right.
Yeah.
You're right.
I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna do it for all of us! There you go.
Oh.
I cannot believe he is our only hope.
Men.
I don't know what the problem is.
This is delightful.
Oh! Oh, boy.
Alan? Oh, Lyndsey.
Lyndsey, hi.
Hi.
I-I just need two minutes.
Were you peeing in my bushes? What? No.
No.
Hi.
I'm, uh I'm Alan Harper.
No thanks.
Alan, this is not a good time.
Okay, just-just hear me out, okay? Look, she said this wasn't a good time.
Get him! Whoa, whoa.
Walden, what are you doing? You'll thank us later.
What are you doing? Put me down.
- Who are you? - You look lovely, Lyndsey.
What the hell is going on? I swear I had nothing to do with this.
Why did they just take my date away? Don't worry.
I think they're just trying to help.
Help with what? Okay, I-I know this seems crazy, but I've been doing a lot of thinking and here.
What's this? A key to the house.
I want you to have it.
Really? Yes, yes, you're my girlfriend.
Mi casa es su casa.
Actually, mi casa es Walden's casa es su casa.
I think I went to high school with a Sue Casa.
Which is ironic, because she ended up homeless.
Sorry.
Anyway, the point is, the key is yours.
What made you change your mind? I love you, Lyndsey.
What really made you change your mind? All right, here we go.
The fact that while you could certainly do better, there's no way I ever could.
Alan, that is so sweet.
And so true.
So I know Herb and Walden, but who's the lesbian in the bathrobe? Men.
Sorry about kidnapping you.
Ah, don't worry about it.
It was never gonna work with Lyndsey and me.
Outside of her vagina, we have nothing in common.
Doctor to doctor, can I ask you a medical question? Is it beautiful? Herb.
Sorry about that, Dr.
Staven.
Oh, please, call me Steven.
Well, Steven Staven? It's made me a stronger person.
You know, you wear that robe better than Judith ever did.
Really? I feel boxy.
No, no.
What was that? Uh-oh.
Oh, crap.
Run, Steven Staven! Run! Oh, wait! Herb's down! Leave him! Oh, dear God, help me! Tell Lyndsey I love her!
Sorry I'm late.
I've been waiting here for over an hour.
I'd to pee in that bush.
I shutter to think what you used to wipe.
Well, did you knock on the door to see if Walden and Berta were home? Yeah, they invited me in, but I said I'd rather pee on my feet while an azalea tickled my crack.
Okay, actually, it's, uh, it's an oleander.
That's probably not the salient part of your story.
You know, none of this would have happened if I had a key.
Uh, come on.
We've been over this.
I just, I feel like I'm overstepping my boundaries with Walden by asking if my girlfriend can have a key.
Well, I feel like an unwelcome guest in this house.
I'm an unwelcome guest in this house.
I don't think you're taking me seriously.
Isn't it enough that you have the key to my heart? Oh, bite me.
Okay, I get it.
I get it.
You're upset, and you have every right to be.
But why don't we just, you know, take a deep breath, maybe open a bottle of wine, uh, take a bath, light some candles.
Do you actually believe I'm going to have sex with you tonight? I can't believe you ever have sex with me.
But you're here now.
You look lovely.
You have an empty bladder, so why not? You know what? Keep the key.
Ah, Lyndsey, come on.
Don't be like this.
What, you're just going to mark your territory and leave? Son of a bitch.
Bet you wish you gave me that key now.
Men, men, manly men, men, men Ooh.
Ah Ah You're going to keep doing that until I ask you what's wrong, aren't you? What's wrong? Kate updated her Facebook status.
Still no mention of me.
Let it go.
She's eating a bagel.
We used to eat bagels.
Here.
Now you're eating bagels together.
I miss her.
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
I miss waking up next to Burt Reynolds.
What, it happened.
Morning.
Morning.
Where-where's Lyndsey? I thought she was spending the night.
Me, too.
But then she decided I suck.
Why? Did it take her so long to figure that out? I don't know what happened.
It just came out of nowhere.
It always does.
You know who knew relationships? Your brother.
Oh, please, his lasted an hour at a time.
An hour and a half if he was drunk.
Exactly.
He treated women like rental cars.
You pay for them when you need them, and it's someone else's job to empty out the trunk and hose them down.
Well, I'm not paying for sex.
And he can't afford to.
I don't need a hooker.
I have Lyndsey.
You should lead with that when you apologize to her.
Oh, we will be fine.
This whole thing will blow over and be gone by tomorrow morning.
So would the hooker.
Men.
Hey.
Well, well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence.
I needed some time.
Kate and I split up.
One second.
Another woman left you? She moved to New York.
They're crossing state lines to get away from you now.
Yeah, yeah I'm a loser.
I'm alone.
And meanwhile, you're having wild, crazy sex with my ex-wife like I could never imagine.
Oh, you don't have to imagine it.
Look, let me-let me paint you a word picture.
Uh, the candles were flickering; the music was playing; and she rode me like I was a giant, pink pogo stick.
You're not a giant anything.
That's funny.
You know what else is funny? You're alone.
Okay, I get it.
It's a joke.
Women always leave me.
I get it.
Well, you know what? It still hurts.
Not that I expect you to understand how it feels to have your heart broken by someone you love because that would actually require you having a heart.
Do you even know how it feels She dumped me.
What? Bridget left me.
Are you serious? She-She said I was inconsiderate, condescending, and that I look like a lesbian art teacher.
I-I don't know what to say.
Other than you do look like a lesbian art teacher.
I'm glad that my pain can make you happy.
Oh, wait, you have no idea.
Let me paint you a word picture.
Flowers are blooming.
Birds are singing.
Angels are farting rainbows.
That's not funny, all right? My-my life is falling apart.
Come on.
I'm just giving you a hard time.
I'm sorry.
It's gonna be okay.
No, it's not.
I loved her.
I know.
I did, too.
And then I realized she's the broken one.
You think so? Yeah, of course.
I she dumped me - to be with you.
- I mean Hey, that Shh, it gets better.
Here ya go.
We got chicken and star soup and grilled cheese sandwich with the crust cut off.
I-I got dumped by my girlfriend, not pushed off the monkey bars at recess.
And that's why I put whiskey in your sippy cup.
What's going on? Oh, Billy got dumped by Bridget.
Oh, man, I'm sorry.
Me and my girlfriend are going through a bit of a rough patch ourselves.
So, she sewed you up in your sheets while you were sleeping and started beating you with a broom? Uh, no.
Then it's not a rough patch.
What is it that makes relationships so difficult? Women.
Women.
Exactly.
I mean, when was the last time you were dating someone and you decided to ask "Where is this relationship going?" Or "Are you mad at me?" Yeah, or "What's all this glittery, sparkly stuff on your pants?" Guys ask questions that you can answer.
Like, "How are we fixed for ham? " Why is my beer empty? God, I hate it when Lyndsey asks me that.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Wait, were we doing guys' or girls' questions? Yeah, on the other hand, there's no better feeling than when you're in a loving, happy relationship.
The sweet release of black tar heroin's a close second.
Well, the good news is neither one of you guys are going to be single for long.
I mean, you got looks and money.
Thank you, Alan.
And you've got money.
That's true.
Yeah, and what about you? You got most of your hair both eyes.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I mean, no, you've got a You've got To go apologize to my girlfriend.
Exactly.
By the way, how are we fixed for ham? Men.
Alan.
Wow.
Oh, uh, hey-hey, Lyndsey.
What are you doing here? Well, I've left you a few messages since yesterday.
I don't know if you got them.
I did.
Oh, o-okay.
Well, you look nice.
Did someone die? I'm going out.
Ooh, girls' night out? No.
Oh.
Did someone die? I have a date with Dr.
Staven.
Wait, Dr.
Staven, your-your gynecologist? That's right.
Is-is this about the other night? Because I said I was sorry.
Look, if it'll make you feel better, you can lock me out and I'll pee in your bush.
Okay, that came out much worse than I meant it.
Okay, I have to get going.
Are you mad at me? No, we just have different ideas of what a relationship should be.
Well, then let's just sit down and talk about it.
Nothing to talk about.
Oh, yeah, right.
Like a woman is ever done She's mad at me.
They're hot when they're angry, aren't they? Oh, Herb.
Geez, you scared me.
Little trouble in paradise? Oh, yeah, you know, relationships Hey, want to come across the street for a beer and talk about it? Oh, sure.
Thanks.
So, uh, what are you doing over here anyway? Oh, just seeing if Lyndsey's coming out for her 6:15 jog.
Oh, you jog with her? No.
Men.
Oh, you know, I don't think Judith is going to be too happy to see me.
Oh, don't worry.
She's gone.
Okay, when you say "gone"" do you mean she's traveling, or is her head in that cooler? She left me, Al.
Oh, my God, what happened? Yeah, I had a moment of weakness with my receptionist.
Actually, 36 and a half moments of weakness.
Uh, a half? Judith walked in during 37.
Herb, how could you? This is my receptionist.
I would have finished 37 while she was watching.
Men.
Hey, man, thanks for inviting me over.
I really appreciate it.
Ah, come on, you'd do the same thing for me.
We both know that's not true, but it's sweet of you to say.
And besides, breakups are like a bruise, and I want to be there when yours turns from dark purple to yellow.
That is the meanest thing you've ever said.
Kudos.
Okay, here's a question: who's your dream schtupp? What? Any woman in the world, one night, who's it going to be? Oh, that's easy: Kate.
Oh, see, right there.
That's why I wouldn't have you over.
Who picks their ex-girlfriend? I mean, I'm talking any woman in the world.
Okay, dead or alive? It doesn't matter.
Do I have to know her? Nope.
What if she doesn't like me? I for the love of God.
In the game she has to like you.
Okay.
Can she be animated? Like a-like a cartoon? What? You want to be chomped by Ms.
Pacman? No, but I always had these weird feelings when I used to see Bugs Bunny in drag.
Fine, she can be animated.
Her place or mine? Who cares? I do.
It's hard for me to relax in strange surroundings.
Okay, you know what? Just forget it.
But-but I didn't pick a girl.
Just shut up.
You ruin everything.
Mother Teresa.
What?! That woman gave her whole life for the benefit of mankind.
And one man should give her a little something back.
Hey, guys.
Oh, hey.
Hi.
Hey! Oh, Alan's girlfriend is taller than I would have thought.
Herb, uh, you remember Walden.
This is Billy.
Oh.
Hello, Billy.
Alan tells me you got, uh, dumped by Walden's ex-wife.
Yeah.
I got dumped by Alan's ex-wife.
I guess that makes us dump brothers.
That's, uh Who is this guy? You don't recognize your own dump brother? Herb is the most recent victim of Judith's unrelenting assault on mankind.
Oh, it sounds like just the kind of horrible ball-breaker I always end up with.
Mm-hmm.
She available? Not emotionally.
And she's only physically available twice a year.
Twice? Uh, birthdays and Valentine's Day.
Oh, that explains it.
My birthday's on Valentine's Day.
I thought you were going to see Lyndsey.
I did right as she was going out on a date.
Yikes.
Gut-punch.
With her gynecologist.
Shut up! What? That man is a trained vagina handler.
You do not want him down there.
He-He's already been down there.
Yeah, on business.
You don't want him to return on a pleasure cruise.
I mean, I mean, he could take apart and reassemble her undercarriage blindfolded.
You're more like a guy trying to put a bookshelf together from IKEA.
Well, you know what? I don't care.
I don't need her.
That's a good attitude.
Mm-hmm.
Exactly.
Who needs women? Not me.
Me, neither.
Uh-uh.
Know what we should do? Go to a bar and pick up some women? Yup.
All right, this is not gonna be that hard.
I mean, look at us.
We've got a doctor, a billionaire, another billionaire.
Billionaire's permanent houseguest.
Ooh, he said I'm permanent.
Check out the talent at three o'clock.
Oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Hotsy-totsy! Oh, I got dibs on the blonde.
Oh, who's taking the manly one? What manly one? Herb's got the one with the Adam's apple.
Okay, what are we gonna do here, guys? You know, uh, what's the plan? I mean, uh, teams of two, every man for himself, uh, shock and awe? Or we just send in the tall, handsome guy with the big johnson.
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, not you.
Pretty boy here.
Well, I am more than just a pretty face.
Come on, man.
You can be like the-the great white shark, and we'll be the plucky little pilot fish who swim alongside you and feed off your scraps.
Why do I have to be cursed with all of this? Back off.
I will seal the deal.
I've seen this movie before.
You're going to enjoy it.
Hi.
I hate to interrupt, so I'm just gonna cut right to the chase.
I'm neither tall, nor handsome, but I'm incredibly rich.
So which of you would like the honor of sleeping with me for $5,000? I apologize.
Ten thousand.
Gentlemen, the bar has been lowered.
This is a great idea, Herb.
Yeah, but we shouldn't call him Herb.
We should call him Erb.
Well, as a doctor, I have access to some pretty righteous chronic.
You're a pediatrician.
I prescribe it to the parents.
Hmm.
This would be way better if there were four hot women in here.
Yeah, and none of you.
Please, the only way you could satisfy four women is if they were cannibals.
Okay.
Yeah.
Look, I will have you know, I have no trouble satisfying multiple women.
In fact, that's kind of the reason I ended in this big bowl of sausage soup.
What do you mean? Bridget and I would enjoy the occasional threesome.
And by "occasional," I mean every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bridget, like, my Bridget? Yup.
She was a weekend warrior.
Wow.
The closest we ever came to a threesome was one time we dog-sat, and I left the bedroom door open.
Me and that beagle made eye contact at the most inopportune moment.
Oh, my God.
Well, hey, hey, hey-- one word of advice.
Do not look up from the lap of a girl you just picked up at Safeway and say to your girlfriend, "My God, I never want this to end!" Aah, threesomes never work out.
Somebody always feels left out.
That's why my receptionist and I got another couple and swing.
Ooh! Stringbean's a freak.
I like it.
Yeah, if you and, uh, Bridget ever get back together, maybe she'd like to become a Herbivore.
I will keep that in mind.
Okay, so I lied to the woman I love about who I am.
Herb cheated on his wife.
And Billy spent too much time yodeling in the wrong canyon.
Why did you and Lyndsey break up? She wanted a key to the house.
And? And I said no.
Why? Well, it's-it's not mine to give.
It's your house.
Since when does that matter to you? Since I don't want my girlfriend to have unrestricted access to my house.
And we're back to your house.
I like my space! I-I want to keep my options open.
Options? You have op-shun.
Shun.
As in, all other girls shun you.
Look, Alan, don't be a schmuck.
If you're gonna throw away your relationship, do it for a good reason.
Like spending too much time face down in the checkout girl.
Yeah, or, uh, fooling around with your hot, young receptionist who lets you wear a diaper while riding her around the office.
Is one example.
Nobody's gonna think about that next time we see you.
My point is, you're the only one of us who has a chance to get his girl back.
What about all that stuff about not needing women? We only said that because we don't have women.
Really? Of course.
Lyndsey is awesome.
She really is.
She's got the face of an angel, buttocks you can bounce a quarter off, and a bosom that just makes you wish she was your mother.
But I'm saying she's awesome.
Just give her the key, Alan.
Give her anything she wants.
Well, it's a little late.
She's out with another guy.
Well, no, it's not too late.
Go get her.
Go do it for yourself.
Do it for all of us who can't get our girl back.
Yeah! Come on, go get her.
Okay, okay, you're right.
Yeah.
You're right.
I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna do it for all of us! There you go.
Oh.
I cannot believe he is our only hope.
Men.
I don't know what the problem is.
This is delightful.
Oh! Oh, boy.
Alan? Oh, Lyndsey.
Lyndsey, hi.
Hi.
I-I just need two minutes.
Were you peeing in my bushes? What? No.
No.
Hi.
I'm, uh I'm Alan Harper.
No thanks.
Alan, this is not a good time.
Okay, just-just hear me out, okay? Look, she said this wasn't a good time.
Get him! Whoa, whoa.
Walden, what are you doing? You'll thank us later.
What are you doing? Put me down.
- Who are you? - You look lovely, Lyndsey.
What the hell is going on? I swear I had nothing to do with this.
Why did they just take my date away? Don't worry.
I think they're just trying to help.
Help with what? Okay, I-I know this seems crazy, but I've been doing a lot of thinking and here.
What's this? A key to the house.
I want you to have it.
Really? Yes, yes, you're my girlfriend.
Mi casa es su casa.
Actually, mi casa es Walden's casa es su casa.
I think I went to high school with a Sue Casa.
Which is ironic, because she ended up homeless.
Sorry.
Anyway, the point is, the key is yours.
What made you change your mind? I love you, Lyndsey.
What really made you change your mind? All right, here we go.
The fact that while you could certainly do better, there's no way I ever could.
Alan, that is so sweet.
And so true.
So I know Herb and Walden, but who's the lesbian in the bathrobe? Men.
Sorry about kidnapping you.
Ah, don't worry about it.
It was never gonna work with Lyndsey and me.
Outside of her vagina, we have nothing in common.
Doctor to doctor, can I ask you a medical question? Is it beautiful? Herb.
Sorry about that, Dr.
Staven.
Oh, please, call me Steven.
Well, Steven Staven? It's made me a stronger person.
You know, you wear that robe better than Judith ever did.
Really? I feel boxy.
No, no.
What was that? Uh-oh.
Oh, crap.
Run, Steven Staven! Run! Oh, wait! Herb's down! Leave him! Oh, dear God, help me! Tell Lyndsey I love her!