Georgie and Mandy's First Marriage (2024) s02e18 Episode Script
A New Scoreboard and a Horse's You Know What
1
you can find me on and pless support me
Since when
do you read the paper?
I'm doing the Jumble.
I always do the Jumble.
Not today, big man.
Well, maybe you boys
could do it together,
like a father-son thing.
No can do.
I Jumble alone.
Hey, uh, can I talk to y'all
before Georgie comes out?
-Is everything okay?
-Yeah, it's just that
today's the anniversary
of his dad's passing.
So maybe don't bring it up.
Ah. Can't believe
it's been two years already.
What do you want us to do?
Oh, just be normal.
What's he supposed to do?
This is serious, okay? No jokes.
Wasn't joking, but okay.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
Or just morning.
Uh, do you want some breakfast?
No, I got to get to the store.
There's this client
of Fagenbacher's
I've been courting.
Today's the day
I'm gonna steal him away.
Hey, knock 'em dead.
(mouthing)
If I land this account,
we should go celebrate tonight.
Oh, yeah, sure, or you
you know,
whenever you feel like it.
-Yeah. See you later.
-Okay, bye.
Let the record show
I was the only normal one.
(phone ringing)
McAllister Auto.
Hey, Mrs. Cooper.
No, he's having lunch
with a client.
He seemed fine. Why?
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't
realize that was today.
Good news. I stuck it
to Fagenbacher.
We got the U-Haul account.
Terrific.
Who you talking to?
Oh, uh, your mom.
Well, give me. I want
to tell her the good news.
No.
I cannot believe
I forgot what today is.
Well, you were in such
a good mood this morning,
I didn't want to upset you.
You remembered
and didn't tell me?!
See? Now you're upset.
(coos)
Thanks for having us over, Mom.
Well, I figured
we're all having a rough day,
might as well have it together.
Although I'm sure George
wouldn't want you to be sad.
You know? He'd want you
to get on with your lives.
I don't think Dad would want us
to forget him just yet.
She's not saying forget him.
We all know that's not possible.
Coach Wilkins was crying
during P.E.
He said it was hay fever,
but everyone knew.
Well, people grieve differently.
I mean, did you even hear
from Sheldon?
First thing this morning.
Told me he was proudly flying
his flags at half-mast.
Great. Even Sheldon remembered.
What's going on with you?
I forgot. I had a big
work thing, and it just
slipped my mind.
(sighs)
I'm a terrible son.
Oh, honey, you're not.
Or maybe you are.
She remembered
and didn't tell me.
-Hey, you were happy.
-You were happy?
I was. I'm not now.
Knock it off! Today is
hard enough
without you two bickering.
-Sorry.
-Yeah, sorry.
Well, hey, maybe
we could have a little memorial.
Go to the cemetery
and tell some George stories?
Well, let's do something bigger,
something
everyone will remember.
Like when he got his photo
on the wall at Sizzler
for eating that 72-ounce steak?
Let's please not remember that.
We can get something named after
him, like a bench, or Ooh.
Ooh, a new scoreboard at the
high school with his name on it.
Oh, that's a great idea.
He would love that.
Wait. So every time
I'm hanging out with my friends
under the bleachers,
I'll look up and see Dad's name?
Why are you hanging out
under the bleachers?
Uh, it's where we pray to Jesus.
Here ya go.
Ah. I can't believe
you're old enough
to buy us beers.
(voice breaking):
They grow up so fast.
Really, Wayne?
It's an emotional time.
-To George Cooper.
-To Dad.
-To George.
-He was a good man.
Thanks, Principal Peterson.
You're not in high school
anymore. Call me Tom.
That's okay. I feel weird
calling old people
by their first name.
Old people?
So, what's on your mind?
I want to do something
to honor my dad,
and I was thinking,
your scoreboard is
pretty beat up.
What if we got a new one
and call it
the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard"?
Damn it.
That's a nice thought,
but, uh, we can't afford it.
What if I raise the money?
Oh, well, they're pretty pricey.
You're talking to the best tire
salesman in Texas. I got this.
Well, let me be the first one
to contribute.
I'm in for fifty.
Fifty?
That man was your best friend.
You're right.
(voice breaking):
A hundred.
Damn, you are good.
So every Friday night,
people will look up at the score
and see my dad's name.
Oh, that's real nice.
It is a high school, though.
You better put the sign up high
so no one can change "Cooper"
to "Pooper."
Good thinking.
I totally would have done that.
How are you gonna pay for it?
Donations.
People loved my dad.
They'll be happy to contribute.
Put me down for a hundred.
How? That just means
I'm paying for it.
No. Mom, can I have $100?
Of course.
It's going to a good cause.
How much
can we put you down for?
I guess a hundred, too.
Really? That's what I put in,
and I'm broke.
Put us down for $500.
Thanks, Mrs. McAllister.
That's real generous.
-You're welcome.
-From both of us.
That's a pretty good start,
right?
Still got a long way to go.
Scoreboards are more expensive
than you think.
Then put me down
for another hundred.
Would you cut that out!
Hmm. Nice picture.
That was the day
he finally shot the gopher
digging up the backyard.
That is a very Texas story.
Let me get things started.
Hmm? (chuckles)
Five dollars?
My dead father's only worth
five dollars?
It was either that or a twenty.
Okay, but I'm taking
my five back.
-Hello, boys.
-What do you want?
I just came by
to congratulate you.
Poaching my U-Haul account--
that's that's got
to feel pretty good.
It does,
and I'm gonna do it again.
Ooh, little doggie's
got a big bark.
And a big bite.
He may have rabies.
I didn't come here to fight,
okay?
I-I like having
some competition.
It keeps things spicy.
Well, thanks for stopping by,
but we got work to do.
I'm going.
What's that?
-Something for your dad?
-Watch it.
No, no. Hey, I-I respect that.
In fact, let me chip in.
Ooh. (laughs)
I only got hundreds.
(laughs)
That's a Benjamin Franklin,
in case you've never seen one.
(door closes)
Can I take back my twenty?
Wow.
-You raised all this at school?
-Yeah.
-How?
-Stole Meemaw's cigarettes
and sold 'em
for a dollar apiece.
Well, at least
you ain't smoking 'em.
Sure.
So, how'd you do?
People are giving,
but not nearly enough.
-Have you tried crying?
-What?
Whenever I want something,
I just whip up some tears
about Dad.
-I ain't gonna cry.
-It's easy.
(crying):
'Cause ever since Dad died,
people feel bad for me
and they just want to
make it better.
(crying)
Is everything okay?
I'm fine,
this is just a hard time.
What can I do?
Can I get you something?
What do you need?
All right, I'm gonna go
hop in the shower.
Maybe I'll join you.
Didn't you just take one?
Yeah, but you weren't
all soapy in mine.
(phone ringing)
-Hello?
-Georgie. I got
some good news for you.
Scoreboard's paid for.
What? That's amazing.
Yeah, Fagenbacher Auto offered
to cover the whole thing.
You're kidding.
Nope, just want
their logo on it.
-What's going on?
-So, it'd be the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard
sponsored by Fagenbacher Auto"?
Pretty good, huh?
No, it's not good.
(stammers)
(crying): It's just,
e-ever since my dad died,
Fagenbacher's just been trying
to run me out of business.
(tongue clicks)
What are you doing?
Crying.
(chuckles)
No, I don't think so.
(crying):
I-I have to call you back.
I-I'm just too emotional
right now.
You can't take his money.
This is a public school.
I will literally
take anybody's money.
Fine, then you can't
put his name on it.
Georgie, I get
where you're coming from,
but your dad's name is still
gonna be on the scoreboard.
Yeah, with "Fagenbacher Auto"
right below it.
Or above. We're still
negotiating placement.
He's just doing this
to spite me.
Look, we get to honor your dad,
and I get a free scoreboard.
Everybody wins.
Except the football team, who
as you well know, truly suck.
What if I can buy you
an even nicer scoreboard?
If you really want
to raise more money,
we can upgrade the library.
My dad was a football coach,
not a library coach.
Just give me a chance.
I'll raise more money than Fred,
and we can buy
that scoreboard without him.
Hey.
How'd you know I was here?
I didn't. I got caught
selling cigarettes.
Well, what do you have
to say for yourself?
I'm sorry.
It's just
(crying):
Ever since my dad died,
I have been so lost.
And there's just no one
to tell me right from wrong.
Oh, honey, don't cry. It's okay.
Yeah. So, picture this:
the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard"
sponsored by y'all,
Lone Star Beer.
Oh, he was
a local football coach.
A beloved hero, really.
We just need about $10,000,
and we can make this happen.
I mean, he definitely
spent that much on your beer.
Probably more, so in a way,
he's already paid for it.
Well, just so you know,
I recently turned 21,
and if that's your attitude,
I'm gonna become a Miller man.
Ruben, I just had a brainstorm.
We're not paying
for the scoreboard.
You don't know
that's what I was gonna say.
What were you gonna say?
The point is, you don't know.
Mr. McAllister,
I just had a brainstorm.
Run for your life.
You hate Fagenbacher, right?
Y'all were competitors
for a lot of years?
Uh, that was a long time ago.
I don't really think about it.
Mm. Not just rivals in business
but also in love.
What are you doing, Georgie?
I'm just saying, if it was me,
it'd be hard
looking up at that scoreboard
every Friday night
and seeing the guy's name
who had intimate relations
with my wife before I did.
I'm going home.
Take him with you.
GEORGE SR.:
You did that for me?
FRED:
Eh, it's not a big deal.
You deserve it.
GEORGE SR.:
It is a big deal.
Let me take a look at that.
It's gonna be twice
as big as the old one
and state of the art.
-Ooh, that's a beaut.
-(chuckles)
What's going on?
I'm just showing your dad
plans for the new scoreboard.
Have you seen this, Georgie?
Look what Fred
put together for me.
It was my idea.
Well, then,
why didn't you do it?
Now, hold on, George.
He tried, he just failed.
Wouldn't be the first time.
You should have seen
his report cards.
I just happen to have a couple
of my old ones right here.
Straight A's.
Proud of you, son.
No, no, no, no, he ain't
your son, I'm your son.
-You want to toss
the ball around?
-You bet.
I was talking to Freddy.
I'd love to.
Come on, kiddo.
No, no, wait.
I-I'm the good son.
Missy's selling cigarettes.
Narc.
(gasps)
Hey. You okay?
Yeah. Just a bad dream.
Again?
Oh, Georgie, you know whatever
happens with this scoreboard,
your dad loves you.
Right, George?
Yeah, sure, whatever.
And then the rabbit goes
through the hole and
voilà.
Thanks, Pop.
(stammers)
(exhales)
You look tired.
CeeCee keep you up all night?
No, Georgie tossed and turned.
Yeah, wish there was some way
I could help him
raise the money.
Well, when you were
in high school,
you did all those fundraisers
for the cheerleading squad.
Yeah, I don't think
I'm comfortable
washing cars
in a bikini anymore.
Some of us weren't comfortable
with it then.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
-Hey.
I have an idea about
how to raise the money.
You do a news story
about my dad on TV,
and donations will pour in.
Oh, Georgie,
I-I just started there.
I can't pitch a story
about my father-in-law.
I mean, there's got
to be something else.
Time to bust out that bikini.
Forget it. Sorry I asked.
Whoa, son, I know
you're stressed, but
I ain't your son.
I'm George Cooper's son.
His only son.
-Except for Sheldon.
-Except for Sheldon.
Poor Georgie. I hate
to see him drive himself crazy.
I know.
His dad wouldn't care about
having something
named after him.
Wouldn't care?
Whose idea do you think it was
to call Georgie "Georgie"?
-I didn't know that.
-I was all set
to call him Phillip.
"Phil Cooper."
That's pretty good.
I know.
I don't like to speak ill
of people,
but this Fagenbacher,
he sounds like a real horse's
you-know-what.
(tongue clicks)
I know what. Do you know what?
Patootie.
Nailed it.
I think I might go down there
and give him a piece of my mind.
Well, if that piece
is "patootie," I wouldn't.
I don't need vulgar language
to make a point.
Yeah, you don't need it,
but it really adds some oomph.
I'd like to remind you, I have
the biggest "oomph" of all.
(chuckles)
(sighs):
Oh, brother.
Mr. Fagenbacher?
I am Mary Cooper, Georgie's mom.
No.
You're not old enough
to be his mom. (chuckles)
Maybe his big sister.
That ain't gonna work on me.
The devil speaks
with a forked tongue.
You calling me a devil?
A handsome one, I hope.
(laughs)
Do you really think
you can use my late husband
to upset my son and then charm
your way out of it?
Mrs. Cooper
-Can I call you Mary?
-No, you may not.
Mrs. Cooper
you got me all wrong.
All right? Yeah, Georgie and I,
sure, we have our issues,
but when he told me what
he wanted to do for his dad,
I was touched,
and I wanted to help out.
I have a teenage daughter.
I know what malarkey
smells like.
You got me.
I'm a bad boy.
(laughs)
You want to give me a spanking?
Don't you disrespect me.
-Yes, ma'am. I-I
-And do not disrespect
the memory of my husband.
-Well, I didn't
-I am not done.
My family has been through
too much these past few years
to put up with you
rubbing salt in the wound.
-Now, I never intended
-And God is watching you.
He may be forgiving,
but when it comes to my family,
I sure as heck am not.
I'm sorry, I-I crossed the line.
-And?
-And I will back off
the scoreboard.
You will also apologize
to Georgie.
Yes, ma'am.
(exhales)
All right, then.
There may be a decent man
underneath all that scruff.
I can shave!
(marching band playing)
It is beautiful,
your dad's name up there
for everyone to see.
Ain't as fancy as a scoreboard.
No, a snack bar's better.
Our team's so bad,
who wants to look at the score?
Be cool if they served beer.
It's a high school.
Excuse me for trying
to honor my father.
This is the best hot dog.
(crying): It's like George
cooked it himself.
Pull it together, Wayne.
You got a game to lose.
you can find me on and pless support me
you can find me on and pless support me
Since when
do you read the paper?
I'm doing the Jumble.
I always do the Jumble.
Not today, big man.
Well, maybe you boys
could do it together,
like a father-son thing.
No can do.
I Jumble alone.
Hey, uh, can I talk to y'all
before Georgie comes out?
-Is everything okay?
-Yeah, it's just that
today's the anniversary
of his dad's passing.
So maybe don't bring it up.
Ah. Can't believe
it's been two years already.
What do you want us to do?
Oh, just be normal.
What's he supposed to do?
This is serious, okay? No jokes.
Wasn't joking, but okay.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
Or just morning.
Uh, do you want some breakfast?
No, I got to get to the store.
There's this client
of Fagenbacher's
I've been courting.
Today's the day
I'm gonna steal him away.
Hey, knock 'em dead.
(mouthing)
If I land this account,
we should go celebrate tonight.
Oh, yeah, sure, or you
you know,
whenever you feel like it.
-Yeah. See you later.
-Okay, bye.
Let the record show
I was the only normal one.
(phone ringing)
McAllister Auto.
Hey, Mrs. Cooper.
No, he's having lunch
with a client.
He seemed fine. Why?
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't
realize that was today.
Good news. I stuck it
to Fagenbacher.
We got the U-Haul account.
Terrific.
Who you talking to?
Oh, uh, your mom.
Well, give me. I want
to tell her the good news.
No.
I cannot believe
I forgot what today is.
Well, you were in such
a good mood this morning,
I didn't want to upset you.
You remembered
and didn't tell me?!
See? Now you're upset.
(coos)
Thanks for having us over, Mom.
Well, I figured
we're all having a rough day,
might as well have it together.
Although I'm sure George
wouldn't want you to be sad.
You know? He'd want you
to get on with your lives.
I don't think Dad would want us
to forget him just yet.
She's not saying forget him.
We all know that's not possible.
Coach Wilkins was crying
during P.E.
He said it was hay fever,
but everyone knew.
Well, people grieve differently.
I mean, did you even hear
from Sheldon?
First thing this morning.
Told me he was proudly flying
his flags at half-mast.
Great. Even Sheldon remembered.
What's going on with you?
I forgot. I had a big
work thing, and it just
slipped my mind.
(sighs)
I'm a terrible son.
Oh, honey, you're not.
Or maybe you are.
She remembered
and didn't tell me.
-Hey, you were happy.
-You were happy?
I was. I'm not now.
Knock it off! Today is
hard enough
without you two bickering.
-Sorry.
-Yeah, sorry.
Well, hey, maybe
we could have a little memorial.
Go to the cemetery
and tell some George stories?
Well, let's do something bigger,
something
everyone will remember.
Like when he got his photo
on the wall at Sizzler
for eating that 72-ounce steak?
Let's please not remember that.
We can get something named after
him, like a bench, or Ooh.
Ooh, a new scoreboard at the
high school with his name on it.
Oh, that's a great idea.
He would love that.
Wait. So every time
I'm hanging out with my friends
under the bleachers,
I'll look up and see Dad's name?
Why are you hanging out
under the bleachers?
Uh, it's where we pray to Jesus.
Here ya go.
Ah. I can't believe
you're old enough
to buy us beers.
(voice breaking):
They grow up so fast.
Really, Wayne?
It's an emotional time.
-To George Cooper.
-To Dad.
-To George.
-He was a good man.
Thanks, Principal Peterson.
You're not in high school
anymore. Call me Tom.
That's okay. I feel weird
calling old people
by their first name.
Old people?
So, what's on your mind?
I want to do something
to honor my dad,
and I was thinking,
your scoreboard is
pretty beat up.
What if we got a new one
and call it
the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard"?
Damn it.
That's a nice thought,
but, uh, we can't afford it.
What if I raise the money?
Oh, well, they're pretty pricey.
You're talking to the best tire
salesman in Texas. I got this.
Well, let me be the first one
to contribute.
I'm in for fifty.
Fifty?
That man was your best friend.
You're right.
(voice breaking):
A hundred.
Damn, you are good.
So every Friday night,
people will look up at the score
and see my dad's name.
Oh, that's real nice.
It is a high school, though.
You better put the sign up high
so no one can change "Cooper"
to "Pooper."
Good thinking.
I totally would have done that.
How are you gonna pay for it?
Donations.
People loved my dad.
They'll be happy to contribute.
Put me down for a hundred.
How? That just means
I'm paying for it.
No. Mom, can I have $100?
Of course.
It's going to a good cause.
How much
can we put you down for?
I guess a hundred, too.
Really? That's what I put in,
and I'm broke.
Put us down for $500.
Thanks, Mrs. McAllister.
That's real generous.
-You're welcome.
-From both of us.
That's a pretty good start,
right?
Still got a long way to go.
Scoreboards are more expensive
than you think.
Then put me down
for another hundred.
Would you cut that out!
Hmm. Nice picture.
That was the day
he finally shot the gopher
digging up the backyard.
That is a very Texas story.
Let me get things started.
Hmm? (chuckles)
Five dollars?
My dead father's only worth
five dollars?
It was either that or a twenty.
Okay, but I'm taking
my five back.
-Hello, boys.
-What do you want?
I just came by
to congratulate you.
Poaching my U-Haul account--
that's that's got
to feel pretty good.
It does,
and I'm gonna do it again.
Ooh, little doggie's
got a big bark.
And a big bite.
He may have rabies.
I didn't come here to fight,
okay?
I-I like having
some competition.
It keeps things spicy.
Well, thanks for stopping by,
but we got work to do.
I'm going.
What's that?
-Something for your dad?
-Watch it.
No, no. Hey, I-I respect that.
In fact, let me chip in.
Ooh. (laughs)
I only got hundreds.
(laughs)
That's a Benjamin Franklin,
in case you've never seen one.
(door closes)
Can I take back my twenty?
Wow.
-You raised all this at school?
-Yeah.
-How?
-Stole Meemaw's cigarettes
and sold 'em
for a dollar apiece.
Well, at least
you ain't smoking 'em.
Sure.
So, how'd you do?
People are giving,
but not nearly enough.
-Have you tried crying?
-What?
Whenever I want something,
I just whip up some tears
about Dad.
-I ain't gonna cry.
-It's easy.
(crying):
'Cause ever since Dad died,
people feel bad for me
and they just want to
make it better.
(crying)
Is everything okay?
I'm fine,
this is just a hard time.
What can I do?
Can I get you something?
What do you need?
All right, I'm gonna go
hop in the shower.
Maybe I'll join you.
Didn't you just take one?
Yeah, but you weren't
all soapy in mine.
(phone ringing)
-Hello?
-Georgie. I got
some good news for you.
Scoreboard's paid for.
What? That's amazing.
Yeah, Fagenbacher Auto offered
to cover the whole thing.
You're kidding.
Nope, just want
their logo on it.
-What's going on?
-So, it'd be the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard
sponsored by Fagenbacher Auto"?
Pretty good, huh?
No, it's not good.
(stammers)
(crying): It's just,
e-ever since my dad died,
Fagenbacher's just been trying
to run me out of business.
(tongue clicks)
What are you doing?
Crying.
(chuckles)
No, I don't think so.
(crying):
I-I have to call you back.
I-I'm just too emotional
right now.
You can't take his money.
This is a public school.
I will literally
take anybody's money.
Fine, then you can't
put his name on it.
Georgie, I get
where you're coming from,
but your dad's name is still
gonna be on the scoreboard.
Yeah, with "Fagenbacher Auto"
right below it.
Or above. We're still
negotiating placement.
He's just doing this
to spite me.
Look, we get to honor your dad,
and I get a free scoreboard.
Everybody wins.
Except the football team, who
as you well know, truly suck.
What if I can buy you
an even nicer scoreboard?
If you really want
to raise more money,
we can upgrade the library.
My dad was a football coach,
not a library coach.
Just give me a chance.
I'll raise more money than Fred,
and we can buy
that scoreboard without him.
Hey.
How'd you know I was here?
I didn't. I got caught
selling cigarettes.
Well, what do you have
to say for yourself?
I'm sorry.
It's just
(crying):
Ever since my dad died,
I have been so lost.
And there's just no one
to tell me right from wrong.
Oh, honey, don't cry. It's okay.
Yeah. So, picture this:
the "George Cooper
Memorial Scoreboard"
sponsored by y'all,
Lone Star Beer.
Oh, he was
a local football coach.
A beloved hero, really.
We just need about $10,000,
and we can make this happen.
I mean, he definitely
spent that much on your beer.
Probably more, so in a way,
he's already paid for it.
Well, just so you know,
I recently turned 21,
and if that's your attitude,
I'm gonna become a Miller man.
Ruben, I just had a brainstorm.
We're not paying
for the scoreboard.
You don't know
that's what I was gonna say.
What were you gonna say?
The point is, you don't know.
Mr. McAllister,
I just had a brainstorm.
Run for your life.
You hate Fagenbacher, right?
Y'all were competitors
for a lot of years?
Uh, that was a long time ago.
I don't really think about it.
Mm. Not just rivals in business
but also in love.
What are you doing, Georgie?
I'm just saying, if it was me,
it'd be hard
looking up at that scoreboard
every Friday night
and seeing the guy's name
who had intimate relations
with my wife before I did.
I'm going home.
Take him with you.
GEORGE SR.:
You did that for me?
FRED:
Eh, it's not a big deal.
You deserve it.
GEORGE SR.:
It is a big deal.
Let me take a look at that.
It's gonna be twice
as big as the old one
and state of the art.
-Ooh, that's a beaut.
-(chuckles)
What's going on?
I'm just showing your dad
plans for the new scoreboard.
Have you seen this, Georgie?
Look what Fred
put together for me.
It was my idea.
Well, then,
why didn't you do it?
Now, hold on, George.
He tried, he just failed.
Wouldn't be the first time.
You should have seen
his report cards.
I just happen to have a couple
of my old ones right here.
Straight A's.
Proud of you, son.
No, no, no, no, he ain't
your son, I'm your son.
-You want to toss
the ball around?
-You bet.
I was talking to Freddy.
I'd love to.
Come on, kiddo.
No, no, wait.
I-I'm the good son.
Missy's selling cigarettes.
Narc.
(gasps)
Hey. You okay?
Yeah. Just a bad dream.
Again?
Oh, Georgie, you know whatever
happens with this scoreboard,
your dad loves you.
Right, George?
Yeah, sure, whatever.
And then the rabbit goes
through the hole and
voilà.
Thanks, Pop.
(stammers)
(exhales)
You look tired.
CeeCee keep you up all night?
No, Georgie tossed and turned.
Yeah, wish there was some way
I could help him
raise the money.
Well, when you were
in high school,
you did all those fundraisers
for the cheerleading squad.
Yeah, I don't think
I'm comfortable
washing cars
in a bikini anymore.
Some of us weren't comfortable
with it then.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
-Hey.
I have an idea about
how to raise the money.
You do a news story
about my dad on TV,
and donations will pour in.
Oh, Georgie,
I-I just started there.
I can't pitch a story
about my father-in-law.
I mean, there's got
to be something else.
Time to bust out that bikini.
Forget it. Sorry I asked.
Whoa, son, I know
you're stressed, but
I ain't your son.
I'm George Cooper's son.
His only son.
-Except for Sheldon.
-Except for Sheldon.
Poor Georgie. I hate
to see him drive himself crazy.
I know.
His dad wouldn't care about
having something
named after him.
Wouldn't care?
Whose idea do you think it was
to call Georgie "Georgie"?
-I didn't know that.
-I was all set
to call him Phillip.
"Phil Cooper."
That's pretty good.
I know.
I don't like to speak ill
of people,
but this Fagenbacher,
he sounds like a real horse's
you-know-what.
(tongue clicks)
I know what. Do you know what?
Patootie.
Nailed it.
I think I might go down there
and give him a piece of my mind.
Well, if that piece
is "patootie," I wouldn't.
I don't need vulgar language
to make a point.
Yeah, you don't need it,
but it really adds some oomph.
I'd like to remind you, I have
the biggest "oomph" of all.
(chuckles)
(sighs):
Oh, brother.
Mr. Fagenbacher?
I am Mary Cooper, Georgie's mom.
No.
You're not old enough
to be his mom. (chuckles)
Maybe his big sister.
That ain't gonna work on me.
The devil speaks
with a forked tongue.
You calling me a devil?
A handsome one, I hope.
(laughs)
Do you really think
you can use my late husband
to upset my son and then charm
your way out of it?
Mrs. Cooper
-Can I call you Mary?
-No, you may not.
Mrs. Cooper
you got me all wrong.
All right? Yeah, Georgie and I,
sure, we have our issues,
but when he told me what
he wanted to do for his dad,
I was touched,
and I wanted to help out.
I have a teenage daughter.
I know what malarkey
smells like.
You got me.
I'm a bad boy.
(laughs)
You want to give me a spanking?
Don't you disrespect me.
-Yes, ma'am. I-I
-And do not disrespect
the memory of my husband.
-Well, I didn't
-I am not done.
My family has been through
too much these past few years
to put up with you
rubbing salt in the wound.
-Now, I never intended
-And God is watching you.
He may be forgiving,
but when it comes to my family,
I sure as heck am not.
I'm sorry, I-I crossed the line.
-And?
-And I will back off
the scoreboard.
You will also apologize
to Georgie.
Yes, ma'am.
(exhales)
All right, then.
There may be a decent man
underneath all that scruff.
I can shave!
(marching band playing)
It is beautiful,
your dad's name up there
for everyone to see.
Ain't as fancy as a scoreboard.
No, a snack bar's better.
Our team's so bad,
who wants to look at the score?
Be cool if they served beer.
It's a high school.
Excuse me for trying
to honor my father.
This is the best hot dog.
(crying): It's like George
cooked it himself.
Pull it together, Wayne.
You got a game to lose.
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