Why do I still have to come
to these family meetings?
I'm an adult.
She said,
emerging from the basement
in her pajamas at noon.
Get off my back.
It's Saturday.
Right?
Yeah.
What is this meeting
about?
Are the ducks back?
'Cause that was weird.
They saved us.
From people thinking
we're normal.
Your mom
starts her new job
running Grandpa's closet company
on Monday,
and you know how she gets
when there are big changes.
Knockity-knock!
Oh, no. Not ...
Mrs. Clutterworth.
Who's ready to take
everything we don't want
and toss it in the bin?
I am!
You get her arms,
I'll get her legs.
I created Mrs. Clutterworth
when the kids were little
as a way to make
home organizing fun.
So fun. Super fun.
Maybe
a little confusing.
Why?
Well, the name
is clearly inspired
by Mrs. Butterworth,
right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
But somehow
she has a British accent.
Yeah, well, the kids
were super into Mary Poppins
back then.
Still missing a step.
Take one of these things
up to your rooms.
Put everything in it
you don't use.
Can't we just do
this next weekend,
or, like, never?
No.
I am starting my new job
and I want to leave things
as organized as possible.
Most people just throw stuff
into a closet.
As president of
a closet company,
you should know that.
We're doing this.
Or, more to the point,
if...
â™ª There's
Oh, I think you've lost it,
lost it, lost it.
I'd like to toast my dad
on his first day
of retirement.
Congratulations
on 42 years in the closet...
business.
I think what
I'm going to miss the most
is all the closet jokes.
Traditionally on an occasion
this emotionally significant,
he man of the hour delivers
a few well-chosen words.
I would just
like to say...
I'm going golfing.
Dad, don't forget
Lily's first flute recital
is on Thursday at 3:30.
I would love
to be there,
but I'm really
swamped at wo...
Hell,
that snuck up on me.
It's okay, Grandpa.
I don't want you to come.
I stink.
Hey, no. No.
You do not stink.
I don't know
why she's so bad.
She has a great teacher.
I was a brilliant flautist ...
may have won
best new soloist
at the Lower Ventura
Jazz Happening.
I used to keep my trophy
in my locker.
I'd stare at it every time
the jealous kids
would stuff me in there.
Hey, have fun today.
Ooh.
Nice face candy.
Huh?
The Aviators.
You're gonna be the coolest guy
on the golf course.
Hey, come here.
I'm dying to tell somebody.
Can I let you in
on a little secret?
A secret?
Just you and me?
Sorry, that had to come out.
Go on.
I'm not going golfing.
I'm taking my first
flying lessons today.
I always dreamed of
being a pilot.
Oh, Jay, that's fantastic,
and I ... I totally get it.
I had a crush on the pilot
who flew the crop duster
back home.
He had big, broad shoulders
and a deep, husky voice
that, in retrospect,
could have been
pesticide-related.
Don't tell anyone,
especially Gloria.
I want it
to be a surprise.
Not a word.
I'm your man.
You're wearing a purse.
This is a gentleman's
tactical tote.
And I'll have you know,
this exact model was carried
by a member of SEAL Team 6.
Yes, while his girlfriend
tried on dresses.
Knockity-knock!
What the hell
are you doing?
Getting
salon-quality haircuts
at a fraction
of the price!
Thanks, Flowbee!
Ow!
Come on, guys.
Have you gotten rid of
anything today?
Yeah, all that.
That's one sock.
Oh, my goodness.
What in the world
were we thinking?
Hey, gorgeous! Gimme a kiss!
I do not want
Luke's dirty sock
anywhere near my mouth.
It's seen worse.
No.
Oh, no.
Come on, guys.
Stay focused.
I can't be the only one
getting rid of stuff today.
Wait a minute.
What is Chickie
doing in there?
It's broken.
But every year
when the kids were little
he was the star of Easter!
I mean, besides Jesus.
When you squeeze it,
it says,
"Happy Easter!"
Now when you squeeze him,
he says,
"Battery acid
is leaking inside of me.
Let me die!"
Pbht!
Later.
She just took
my favorite stick.
You need to control
your woman.
That is your mother
you're talking about...
so that's not happening.
I love Chickie.
I love all of that stuff!
And I have a plan
to get it back.
But maybe
we'll let the Flowbee go.
All right.
Manny, as requested,
a few of my favorite
clown props.
What's wrong, Manny,
you have too many friends?
Don't listen to him.
I volunteered to perform
at Joe's school fair.
I'm closing the show.
Well, at least
you know that going in.
Okay, snakes in a can,
endless handkerchief ...
it will keep
coming out of there
if you keep pulling it ...
and, of course,
the squirting flower.
Wow.
Thank you so much.
Before you take these
from me,
would you like
a small glass of water?
Is that a dribble glass?
You're ready.
I think I'll pass
on the fake peanut brittle,
though.
It's not even fooling
preschoolers.
Okay, maybe.
Oh, hello, Gloria.
Thank you for brunch.
It was...
revolutionary.
Yes. Goodbye.
Tough room.
No, no.
Your bowtie is very funny
because it was
spinning around,
but I just
can't stop thinking about
this terrible dream
that I had last night.
Oh, what was it?
It was about Jay.
He was falling
from a great height,
and you both
were by my side,
and I was very sad
because I knew that
I was never, ever
going to see him again.
What do you think
that that means?
How would I know?
I have all the same
information you have.
Excuse me,
I need to make a phone call.
I don't know
if Gloria's dreams
can predict the future
like mine can,
but I do know that
if something happened to Jay...
I couldn't live with myself.
Of course,
I wouldn't have to,
because Gloria
would kill me.
Ay, Jay left his phone
again.
Cam.
Why are you calling Jay?
Am I?
I-I thought I was calling
the gardener.
I forgot
to leave the gate open,
so I should probably
go let him in.
It'd be cruel to make Caesar
climb another big fence.
You know that maneuver
where you fly straight up
until you stall
and then
pull out of the dive?
Uh-huh.
Can we do that today?
Nope.
Don't decide now.
We'll talk when we're up.
Hey, Jay!
Jay, hey, wait up.
Do you think we can take off
before he gets here?
I think we can land
before he gets here.
So this is a pre-check, right?
What are we looking for?
Nothing. Just trying to look
cool for those girls over there.
Jay, I need to talk to you
before you fly.
It's a matter of life
and...
Oh, good God.
Hi, um...
Cameron Tucker.
Gus.
Hi, Gus.
What do you want,
Cam?
Huh?
What do you want?
What? Oh, yes.
You're not gonna
want to get in that plane.
Gloria had a terrible dream
where you fell
from a great height and died.
All right, Gus.
Up, up, and away.
No, Jay,
she seemed pretty upset,
and if something
were to happen ...
She's always
dreaming about me dying.
Dede did the same thing.
It's typical wife stuff.
Is it?
Nothing's
gonna happen, Cam.
Tell him, Gus.
It's perfectly safe.
He's in good hands.
Big hands, too ...
I couldn't help but notice.
I'm more worried about
dying from boredom in retirement
than from a fiery crash.
Now,
thanks for your concern.
Take your purse and go.
That's one of those
tactical totes, isn't it?
Why, yes.
Yes, it is, Gus.
Anyway, bye, Cam.
No, you know what?
I'm not going anywhere,
because in Gloria's dream,
I was alive.
So if I'm with you,
this plane can't go down.
You think you
being on this small plane
makes it less likely
to crash?
Please don't do this to me
in front of Gus, okay?
Hi.
God,
I was really into trolls.
Yeah, especially
your junior prom date
with the baby teeth.
What do you want?
I need to give
Clutterworth something
to get her off my back.
I never thought
I'd say this,
but can I borrow
some of your clothes?
What about this?
Oh, no, no, no.
Put that down.
It's Sanjay's.
And you're gonna keep it?
I don't know
what I'm gonna do with it yet.
Here.
Cut it
into a million pieces.
He was
my first real boyfriend.
So what?
He cheated on you.
You need to get over this guy
and move on with your life.
I-I am so over him.
So why are
you sniffing that?
I'm just smelling
how stupid he smells.
Oh, my God.
Okay, fine. You're right.
I need closure.
I saw on Instagram
he's home for the weekend.
So... you take his stupid hoodie
and ... and his clunky shoes
and you go over there
and throw them in his dumb face.
Those are my shoes.
Huh.
Mommy,
it sounds like those raccoons
are fighting again.
Fine, I'll stop.
Hey, what does he know
about art?
You've seen his drawings.
He thinks Jay
is shorter than a flower.
I don't know
what is happening.
I keep coaching her
and coaching her,
and she's just
getting worse.
You know what?
I'll give her a few tips.
My flute of choice
has always been the pan,
but I suppose
I could dumb it down.
This is a nightmare.
Yes. She's terrible.
But the nightmare
is seeing your husband
plunging to his death
and having people think
that you did it
for the life insurance
payout.
That's a new detail.
Gloria, dreams don't
predict the future.
They're windows
into the subconscious.
Maybe falling
from a great height
is about my dad retiring.
You think?
Yeah, it could be.
He's no longer a big shot
in the closet industry,
which is apparently a thing.
Maybe you're afraid
that the two of you
are growing apart.
It's happening already.
Today we could have done
all sorts of fun things together
and he decided to go golfing!
We could have gone
to dance classes,
the arboretum,
the art gallery!
You're kind of swimming upstream
with those.
Look. If ... If you want him
to do the things that you love,
you may have to learn to do
the things that he loves.
Like what?
Golf?
Yeah. Or marry Cam.
He loves all that gay stuff
you want to do.
Claire,
wait, wait, wait, wait!
Honey.
We got another box of stuff
to give away.
Really.
Yep! Pop her open.
Okay.
You were so right about
the Flowbee, by the way.
It is great, but I would miss
all the gossip at the salon.
I'm dying to hear
if Natasha's estrogen patch
is making a difference.
I saw her Wednesday.
It's not.
Hey,
you almost done back there?
Just making some room!
You know what?
I am so happy
to do this for you.
I love you way more
than my beer making kit...
Oh, honey.
the wooden
tennis racket.
Mm-hmm.
I don't know,
the cowboy hat.
The brown one.
What is taking so long?
All set!
Okay.
I'll see you guys later,
and thank you so much
for helping out today.
At your
service, Lady Clutterworth.
Kiss on both cheeks.
Oh.
Bob's your uncle.
Oh.
Keep waving up high.
Wave up high
so she can't look down low.
Son of a...
Seriously?
Honey, we don't want
to give this stuff away.
We like it.
It's important to us.
How can it be
important to you?
You didn't even know
it existed
until I told you to go through
the closet and find it.
That is beside the point!
All of this stuff
is packed with meaning!
Really, Phil?
What does this cheap snow globe
mean to you?
We got that at
a gas station in Florida.
The snowman's melted ...
it used to just be funny,
but now it's also a poignant
statement on global warming.
It's a poignant statement
on hoarding,
and we are donating It
along with
the rest of this junk.
Well,
I can't believe you two.
You'll thank me
when I'm back at work
and I don't have time
to be picking up after you
every two minutes.
Guess what?
She didn't get
my lucky hat.
You should have
kept the racket.
Let's just dive in,
all right?
I'm ready!
Good.
All right, take a swing.
Okay.
Let's see
what we're dealing with.
I get in front here...
Yes, you do.
And then...
one, two, three!
Ahh!
It went so far away.
I am a natural.
No, he is.
Your ball is still on the tee.
I am worse
than I thought then.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's fine.
You just need to remember
a few of
the simple fundamentals
that helped me
when I was learning, okay?
Okay.
Don't worry about it.
Just line yourself up
in front of the ball.
Now what you want to do
is keep your right thumb on
the left side of the shaft.
This one.
Yeah, mm-hmm.
And then
keep your head down.
Okay, and then
the left arm straight...
Okay.
Cup that left wrist.
There was one time
when I put the leg and ...
That was not helpful.
But then I feel like
I want ... no?
Mm, I don't want you
to do that.
Okay.
Not today.
And then what you're gonna do
is keep the right elbow
in front of the body
as you swing up,
and then rotate those hips.
One, two, three!
Ay! Mama!
Well, we're getting our
money's worth out of that ball.
Happy Easter!
Chickie?
The minute I heard that voice,
all the memories
came flooding back ...
hiding eggs in the backyard,
the girls in their dresses,
Luke in his little blazer,
Phil in his... bunny suit.
Happy Easter!
Hang on! Hang on, Chickie!
Mama's coming.
Happy Easter!
Hang on. I'm coming.
Baby, I didn't mean
to throw you away.
Happy Easter!
Hang on.
I can hear you.
I-I ... Oh, I don't hate
this blouse.
Happy Easter!
This feels very weird.
Well, it looks great.
Now hinge your right arm
into an L-shape,
keep your hands low,
shift all the weight
into the front foot...
What do I do next?
Fire your golf coach!
No offense, Red.
None taken, Bald.
Here.
Just do what I do.
What,
lose all your hair?
I'm sorry.
I guess I was a little offended.
Do you like dancing?
Yes,
and I am much better
doing that
than doing this.
Well, this is
just like dancing.
Okay.
Forget everything he said.
Okay.
It's all about the rhythm.
Follow me.
Swing back.
Follow through.
Uh-huh. Swing back.
Follow through.
Uh-huh. Swing back.
Hey!
I did it!
You're fired, Red.
Level her off.
Good job.
You hear that?
Flawless.
It makes sense
this is second nature.
I've logged a lot of
remote-control hours.
Gus, what would you say
is harder,
R/C or the real thing?
The real thing.
Tough call.
What's rattling
back there?
Uh, well, I don't ...
I don't know
what this thing is.
My controls.
Roger that.
That tow bar come loose?
Well, I don't know.
Is...
Is this ...
is this the tow bar?
Yeah, that's it.
Oh, ooh! Sorry, my bag.
Sorry, sorry.
No, no,
that's all right.
I got it. I got it.
Peanut brittle,
could this day get any better?
Get the tow bar
off the yoke!
No, it's stuck
between the seat!
I can't!
Let it go! I got it!
Oh, Gus! Gus!
I hate it
when Gloria's right.
Gus. Stay with us, Gus.
Oh, my God. Those cheekbones.
You look like J.F.K. Jr.
He looks like J.F.K. Jr.!
I don't know
what I'm doing.
Well,
put it on autopilot.
Put it on autopilot!
There is no autopilot.
This is a lawnmower
with wings.
You fly
remote control planes!
Do what you do there!
I crash them!
That's why I buy them
all the time!
Oh-ho-ho.
I was wrong.
I don't want to die
this way.
I'll settle for a nice,
boring death at ground level.
Well, technically,
we will be dying
at ground level!
Aah!
Yes!
I got it! I got it!
I got it!
Aah!
Okay.
We're good.
Great.
Just so you know
I completely kept my cool
through that whole thing.
Listen, I know it felt great
to hit a couple of lucky shots.
I hit a whole bucket
of lucky shots.
But there's a limit
to how good you can get
without learning
the proper techniques.
(flute plays
"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star")
I was trying
to show you, but ...
Very good, Lily.
What did you do?
I just told her
to forget everything
and feel the music.
Dad, Manny's gonna teach me
from now on.
Ay, this is the second time
you got fired today, Red.
One, two, three.
Look, everybody learns
in different ways.
My intellectual approach
just wasn't right for Gloria,
and it probably
wasn't right for Lily.
It ... It's humbling to admit,
but I'm just
too smart to teach.
Be strong.
I'm proud of you.
Thanks.
You know, a lot of girls
would have tried to look sexy
to show him
what he's missing.
Is there more to that?
No, just trying
to figure you out.
Okay.
Hello, Sanjay.
Or should we call you
"Sans-Feelings"?
Start over.
You left this at my house.
I was going to just cut it up
in tiny little pieces,
but I thought
you should have to
look into the eyes
of the person you hurt.
I hope your new little
girlfriend is worth it.
She wasn't.
I-It was a huge mistake.
I'm not used to
girls liking me.
Stanford girls
are all type "A."
They're very aggressive.
I'm in
way over my head.
And that's supposed to
make this okay?
No. Nothing's okay.
I'm miserable.
And I miss you
every day.
Yeah, right.
Aww.
Seriously?
Oh, well,
he seems sincere.
I am.
If I could go back in time,
which the laws of physics
don't disallow,
I never
would have hurt you.
Well, if you believe
in the multi-verse,
there currently exists
a bubble of space-time
where you didn't.
I wish we were there.
Oh, my God.
Is this geek foreplay?
'Cause I don't understand
any of this.
If you were so unhappy,
why didn't you contact me?
I was ashamed
and embarrassed.
I came to terms with being alone
for the rest of my life.
I'm home for the weekend,
and my parents
aren't even here.
Your parents
aren't home?
That, I understand.
I'm home!
Hi, Daddy.
There they are.
There's my family.
Come here,
you little monkey!
Ay, no.
How much money
did you lose?
I didn't
play golf today.
I took
a flying lesson.
Hmm?
And how was that?
Uneventful.
Why didn't
you tell me about it?
I wanted it
to be a surprise.
Oh, well, then I have
a surprise for you, too.
I took a golf lesson.
You're kidding. Why?
To play with you.
That's not gonna happen.
Darlene started playing
with Shorty.
She never stops talking.
He had to develop a slice
just to get some alone time.
So what do you want to do?
Fly alone in your little plane?
No. The whole point
is to find something
we can do together.
I pictured
zipping up to Napa for lunch,
Sedona
for a sunset dinner.
You fall asleep
after every meal.
I am not getting on a plane
with you.
That's not true.
You eat
a grilled cheese sandwich
and you can barely make it
to the couch.
Nothing like
a grilled cheese nap.
I don't want you flying around
in a little plane, either.
Well, it's kind of
my life's dream,
but if you want me to stop,
I'll do it for you.
I had a bad dream
last night.
I think that
this retirement thing
is making me very scared.
Mm.
Join the club.
Just not my country club.
Everything's gonna be okay.
How do you know that?
I don't.
But we both spent the day
trying to do something
that we thought would make
the other one happy,
and that's
a pretty good start.
I guess we just have
to find something
that we have in common,
like a project
to do together!
Hello?
In a minute.
Mommy's thinking.
Where the hell
is Clutterworth?
On Skid Row,
giving our memories to hobos.
She threw out
all my old Vogues.
If I don't know the past,
I'm doomed to re-wear it.
Mom, this time ...
Oh, it's just you.
Hey, party people.
Why are you so happy?
Went over to Sanjay's,
got a little closure.
Yeah? Well, some of your
clothes are on inside out.
There you are.
You threw out all my magazines.
Yeah,
and if I hadn't been here,
you would have thrown out
Sanjay's hoodie
and then I would
have never gotten the
chance to return it,
and then he never
would have declared his
undying love for me.
That's right. I'm back.
And you took
my lucky stick.
I love that stick.
I was holding it
when I found my favorite rock.
Oh, my God. Please tell me
you didn't throw out Rocky.
You're right. You're all right.
I'm a terrible mother.
I'm ... I'm sorry.
What is happening?
Is it after 5:00 already?
Hey, you're back.
Dad, something's wrong.
Mom's apologizing.
No, we checked.
I couldn't save Chickie.
And think about all the others
I didn't save ...
Malibu Barbie,
Pink Bunny Pillow,
Stretch Armstrong.
Wait. You threw away
my stretch Armstrong?
Yes. It's gone.
They are all gone.
Years of stress cleaning
has eradicated
a lifetime
of precious memories.
Well, what if it hasn't?
Are you suggesting
an alternate universe
that parallels reality?
I'm suggesting a storage unit
that parallels the freeway.
Oh, my God.
It's all our old stuff.
Ah! My first bike!
My Van Gogh project!
My first phone!
Yes, I'll hold
for Lizzie McGuire.
So all of those trips
to the donation bin...
I didn't always make it.
Are you mad?
It's amazing.
See?
I'm controlling my woman.
Oh, this is totally
back in style.
Oh, my God! Twister!
Me, too.
I'm...
Hey...
It's no...
You just take
that nutty energy of yours
and put it to good use
at the office,
and we'll be waiting for you
when you get home.
You know we already
claimed all this stuff
on our taxes, right?
There's my girl.
Yeah.
It wasn't easy, but I got it!
Chickie!
Oh, honey. A little sticky, huh?
Little bit.
Happy Easter!
Oh! Is that really
all it says?
Yeah.
I feel like
it used to say more.
Happy Easter!
Mom, stop squeezing it.
I'm n... I'm not.
I'm not squeezing it.
Happy Easter!
It's really annoying.
I'm not doing anything.
Happy Easter!
So many good memories,
though.
Yep.
Happy Easter!
Yeah, I-I really cannot sleep
with that going on
all night.
Mnh-mnh.
Happy Easter!
Rocky? What's that for?
Happy Easter!
You know what it's for.
Happy Easter!
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