All right. They didn't even check our fake I.D.'s.
And I wasted a whole day thinking up my fake name.
Yeah. Sorry, "Pez."
Let's drink.
- So, fellas, school let out early? - Yeah. We're just-
- Kelso, shut up. - Uh, I mean, no.
No, we're old.
We're workers. We're all construction workers.
Hey, fellas, did you see that brick today?
- Whoo! - Relax, guys.
It's "Serve a Minor Night" at the old "Don't Have a Liquor License" Saloon.
You look familiar. Do I know you?
I should hope so... Dad.
Hangin'out
Down the street
The same old thing
We did last week
Not a thing to do
But talk to you
We're all all right
Hello, Wisconsin.!
- Hey! Steven! - Wow!
- So you're Hyde's Dad? - Well, that's what his mother says.
Kidding.
Hello, Mr. Hyde's Dad. I am Pez.
- I've heard much about you. - Good things, I hope.
Well, if running out on your family and becoming a drunk is good, then, yes.
Okay, guys. Let's... look over here.
Wow! Look at you!
You're... bigger-
and you got your mom's hair...
and her sideburns.
- So, how long has it been? - Eight years, 51 days.
Wow! Time really flies when you're-
- Drunk? - Y-Well.
I was gonna say "havin' fun," but- same thing.
Yeah, so, uh, how long you been back for?
Well, let's see. Ah, that must be about a year.
- Ayear? - Yeah! Hey, I was gonna call ya.
Oh, you were gonna call me? Oh, man, that makes you, like...
I don't know, what, father of the year?
I'll see you around, Dad.
Oh, man, Hyde's upset. Better go see how he is.
Yep. One more round, we'll go see how he is.
Hello!
She is just my type: Naked.
I, too, like the naked ladies.
I find them so... naked.
Yeah, that's realistic. I think I'm gonna change the oil in my car-
but first I'm gonna take off everything but my cowboy boots.
Sure, I mean if you're in bare feet, you could slip in the oil.
Come on, Donna. Safety first.
Whoa! Surefire ways to pick up women.
What kind of lonely losers read this stuff anyway?
Gimme.
"Look deep into her eyes, and use her name often...
showing that this conversation is just for her."
Hey, Donna.
I think they're onto something, Donna. What do you think, Donna?
Oh, my God. I'm taking off my shirt. Stop it, hands! Stop it!
Well, Steven, honey, you haven't touched your sandwich.
- You feel okay? - Yeah. I'm just not hungry.
Oh, Steven. Are you finally tired of freeloading?
- Can it, Laurie. - All I'm saying is Daddy works really hard...
and nothing here is cheap.
- Except you.
- Believe me. I'm not cheap. - Fine. "Free." Whatever.
Hey, honey, I'm home!
Oh, good. The hippie's here.
Hyde, man, your dad come by lookin' for you, man.
Which is really freaky 'cause I thought this bald dude was your dad.
Thanks, Leo.
Steven's father is in town?
Yeah, right. Like he even knows who his father is.
- Eric, you know something about this? - She's a bitch.
Right. Okay. Uh, yeah.
We bumped into Hyde's dad last night.
He'd been back in town, like, a year- hadn't even talked to his own son.
Cool. Egg salad.
Well, I'm gonna talk to Steven...
and see how he's feeling about this.
You know what, Mom? I wouldn't do that. Hyde likes to bottle those things up.
Good for him. That's where those feelings should be kept.
Well, what is he gonna do? Pretend he doesn't have a father?
Kitty, this is a family issue, and, for once, it's not about our family.
Look, the bond between a father and a son...
is complex and subtle.
You wipe that damn smirk off your face!
Red, when we took that boy into our home...
it became our job to see him through thick and thin...
and now it's thick-
or thin- I don't know, but he needs us.
Cool egg salad, man.
Fine. Stick your nose in where it doesn't belong. Go ahead.
Okay. Will do.
Bud's comin' over for drinks tonight.
Uh, Mom, do you really want to invite an alcoholic over for cocktails?
Oh, right. Okay, well, I'll just, um...
I'll make him a nice Shirley Temple...
and he can fill up on cheese.
You keep a stack of dirty magazines under your bed?
What? No! God, not a stack.
You know, what is a "stack" really?
- Why do you have these down here? - Now, wait, Donna...
downstairs you were laughing and cracking jokes about this stuff.
Eric, that was in the basement...
with our idiotic friends.
- Why do you need them? Aren't I enough? - No-Yeah, you're enough.
God, you're- you're plenty.
It's just, uh, that, uh...
you see, Donna, you see, what I do with dirty magazines...
is...
really only interesting to me-
with the reading of the articles and the solving of the puzzles and whatnot.
You know what? I don't wanna know about the whatnot.
I'm outta here.
Oh, no, girls. She's onto us.
Hello, Jackie. How are you, Jackie?
- Fine. - I'm glad, Jackie. I, too, am fine, Jackie.
Do I have a sty?
No, Jackie. You, Jackie, do not have a sty-
- Jackie. - Okay-
Fez.
I don't know what you're doing, Fez...
but stop doing it, Fez.
Oh, no. Now I am turned on.
Oh, wow, man. Look at all these different nuts intermingling in one bowl.
It's like "Nutstock," man.
Kitty, I think we should rethink...
our "Don't Throw Leo Out On His Ass" policy.
No, no. Leo stuck around because he cares about Steven.
And, plus, I can't find my shoes, man.
- Hey. What's goin' on? - Oh, good news, Steven.
- Your dad's coming over tonight. - Screw that!
- No, Steven, it's a good thing, I think.
- I got nothing to say to him! - Well, we have fancy nut mix.
Hey, Red! Remember me?
Of course. I wasn't the one passed out in the gutter.
Yeah, I have this weird condition...
where I drink a case of beer and fall down.
Hey, Red. Man, you're lookin' good.
Have you lost, um... hair?
Steven'll be right out.
Hey, man, nice shoes.
Are those mine?
- Hello, Bud. - Hi.
- Can I go now? - It's "May I go" and no.
So, Bud...
can I get you a drink?
A drink! A drink of soda.
A nice drink of soda, Bud. Plus, we have cheese.
Soda sounds great, Kitty.
- Yeah, I'm off the hooch. - Oh, really?
- So, no more boozing? - I heard him.
Yep. I can finally see clearly.
Isn't it great, man?
It is. I got a job and an apartment.
- Color TV. - Ooh, color TV. That's nice.
Wow, Bud, you're doing great now, huh?
Color TV? Man.
I remember when I was a kid, I didn't even have a father.
Well, well.
- Who could have foreseen this terrible- - Can it.
Jackie didn't give me the time of the day.
I hate this stupid magazine.
Oh, no. I didn't mean it. I love you.
Hey, Fez. Check this out.
"Tight pants turn a man's derriere into a lady's dream...
"and an open shirt shows a sexy chest...
and an irresistible joie de vivre."
Really?
I always thought my joie de vivre was in my pants.
Okay. I can't believe I'm asking you guys this...
but if any of you losers had a girlfriend...
would you still look at those magazines?
Hey, I had two girlfriends- and a little action on the side-
and I still looked at those magazines.
You had action on the side? Who?
You don't know her. She went to Sacred Heart.
Okay. Anybody here have an opinion who's not a skeevy pig?
I'm glad you asked, Donna.
If I had Jackie, I would never look at those magazines-
Unless she's on the phone or went shopping...
or took a short nap.
Look, Donna...
this is just the way guys are. Okay?
I mean if Forman was actually dating the- the "Naughty Campus Coeds"...
he'd be locked in a bathroom looking at naked pictures of you.
He's right, so- Are there naked pictures of you?
My leg!
- Hey, knee him in the groin! - Oh.!
Oh, my, God! She did it!
So...
how's your cocoa?
Chocolaty good. Thanks.
That's good 'cause I think your father has really changed.
He is not the same man I used to know...
and the marshmallows make it extra good.
Well, at least you knew him, Mrs. Forman, 'cause I never did.
Okay, well, here's your chance.
Maybe now you can make some new, happy memories.
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Yeah!
Yeah, you know what, Mrs. Forman?
No.
Are you sure? 'Cause I kinda think you're bottling things up.
I'm not bottling anything!
Well, hi, there, beautiful. And how are you?
Not good, you dirtbag.
That's what I thought you'd- Excuse me.
I am not going to help you cheat on your girlfriend.
But I don't have a girlfriend, you...
silly librarian.
Don't you lie to me. I heard everything. I was right under that mattress...
and that Donna sounded really upset.
No! No, no. Sh-She's okay. Really.
Excuse me.
My turnoffs include unfaithful men.
Didn't you read my biography?
Um-
l-You know, I was just getting to it.
Sorry, but Donna is a nice girl...
and you are a... filthy, filthy boy!
You filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy...
filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy boy!
Hey! You can't ditch me, then walk back into my life eight years later...
and expect everything to be okay.
- You screwed me! - I did. You're right. I know.
And-
You what? You know? What do you mean you know?
I got no excuse. I was a jerk.
I've been a jerk my whole life.
And all I can do is tell you I'm sorry...
and hope that you'll believe me.
You jerk! How am I supposed to yell at you now?
I was gonna yell! I was gonna tell you off!
I think you should. I mean, you wanna yell? Go ahead.
- I deserve it. - You're ju-You're caving?
That just makes it worse! Come on, man. Give me something!
- You want a beer? - Yeah!
Give me a beer!
- Well, hello, Jackie. - Hey, Fez.
Hey, Fez.
Nice ass!
Why, thank you, Kelso.
Oh, my God. What the hell's that smell?
Well, Jackie, it's a combination of musk...
and a little thing I like to call "Fez."
Whoa, Fez! What are you doing?
Showing off my joie de vivre.
- You like? - No!
So, what? This was all a waste?
The pants, the chest, the manly smell...
the "Jackie, hello, Jackie, Jackie...
Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, Jackie"-Worthless?
Not worthless- Hilarious.
Okay, look, Fez, you're not bad-looking.
I mean, some girls like that exotic, grimy look-
but only the cheapest, most sluttiest girls will like that.
I see.
Damn, Fez! Looking good.
Hey, so, thanks for the singles at the nudie bar, huh.
Hey, hey, hey! You gotta tip the girls or they ignore ya.
- Yeah. - So, they takin' care of you here?
Yeah, yeah. It's good. It's great.
- It's a nice place. - Oh, yeah.
That's nice. I like my place too.
It's good. It's got an extra room.
- That's cool. - Yeah.
So, if you ever wanna, you know, come by or whatever.
You know? I'm not usin' the extra room.
Hence, the term "extra room."
Yeah. Yeah, the rent's due, but...
they don't evict you for, like, three months...
so, I still got... two days.
So, you lookin' for a loan, Bud?
Well, will ya look at that?
A father and son brought together by-
Oh, my goodness! I think it was me!
- Don't gloat, Kitty. - Mr. Wrongie!
Fine.
Once in 26 years!
Live it up, Kitty!
Oh, crap.
Ta-da
Wow, Eric. It's a room.
Not just any room. See?
No more dirty magazines. I threw 'em all out.
And you know what, Donna? I don't miss 'em.
Eric, you didn't have to do that.
I mean, I understand why you need them.
- You do? - Yes! You're disgusting!
- What? - It's okay.
All guys are. You're a revolting gender.
You know, we really are.
But you're disgusting in a cute, harmless way...
and I guess I love you for that.
I love you too.
Let me make it up to you. I can have a naked girl in here in 10 seconds.
- Oh, great. Send her in. I'll see you later. - Shut up!
Steven, good. I wanted to have a talk with you.
- What are you doin'? - Oh.
- I'm movin' in with Bud. - You're movin' in with Bud?
- Yeah, Red. It's gonna be okay. - No, it's not gonna be okay.
Steven, your dad is not...
good.
Yeah. I know, but, you know, he's my dad.
- Yeah. He's your dad. - Yeah.
Anyway. Red, thanks for everything. You know? Really.
Hey, do me a favor. Would you tell Mrs. Forman?
- I don't want to have to deal with the whole crying thing. - You think I do?
Nah, I'll just tell her that, you know-
Anytime you need a place to stay, you're welcome here.
- That'll make her feel better. - Yeah. That sounds good.
Thanks.
Yeah, so, what? You don't wanna hug, do ya?
- God, no. - Good.
- 'Cause you're not gettin' one. - Right.
- Well, sis-boom-bah. - Sure this is okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Before you got here...
I got the thumbs-up from the old ball and chain.
- She's great. You'd like her. - Oh.
Well, if she's so great, are you sure you need me?
Look, I've been over this again and again and again-
And, yes, I do.
Okay.
Well, yea, team.