♪ Sweet waters on my brain flush ♪ Dreamin ’bout my bundle of joy ♪ And even if time ain’t really on my side ♪ It’s one of those days for takin’
a walk out- – I think I got it. – Did you get it? – Yes. – Oh, let me see. Is it a good one? Let me see. – I think. – Did you like it? It’s kicky, right? It’s like it- – It was kind of kicky. – It’s unexpected. – Is that good? – Oh, no, that’s good. – Yeah. – Oh, that’s good. – Good. – Let’s do it. – Good work, honey.
– OK. – OK. – I’ve got this. I’ve got it. – OK. – Just stay put. – Am I an alligator? – I don’t know what you are. – Oh, um, um, I was in “Children of a
Lesser God” and “The Doctor.” Um, “Damages” season two. – Whew! That’s the last. – My God, where have you been? – I would say it is more than a third of a
mile back to the car. I’m not exactly Google Maps over here. – Just put this stuff down. Come on. – What? – I need your help getting some mattresses
out of the other tents. – I’m sorry, I don’t understand what is happening.
-Come on, move, move move. You’re so slow. – Slow but steady wins the race. – No. I need these mattresses for my back. Hard surfaces wreak havoc on my pelvic floor. – We already have our own mattresses. Three, one for each member of our family. – I wouldn’t call these mattresses. I’d call them pallets. – What will the other people use? – Do you want me to have a dysfunctional pelvic
floor the whole of your birthday weekend? Is that what you want? – No. Of course not, honey. – Well, then hurry before the others get here. Oh, hi, big boy. This isn’t Mommy stealing. Seems like it is, but it’s not. – Then what is it? – It’s, it’s for Mommy’s pelvic floor. – What’s a pelvic floor? – It’s the muscles in my pelvis that control
my sphincter and the opening of my vaginal- – Orvis! Orvis! Orvis!
– Woah, woah, woah! – No, no, no, no! -Oh, my! – It was here when I got here. – Give it to Dad. – I guess it’s for the bears. It’s just BBs. – BBs can cause serious injury. – Yes. Christ on a cracker, do not point a gun at
your father. Ever. – Come on, baby boy.
– I didn’t mean to. – Come on. – Hey! Come here, Carleen. – Oh, there he is! Happy birthday, dear Walter. Hi, Orvie. – Hi, Carleen. – It’s just so exciting you were born! – Aw, shucks. – OK. This is so sweet. I’m gonna put it away until designated
present-opening time, OK? – She always has a plan, my Katty. – Oh, she sure does. These days, I can barely remember anything. – Where’s Joe? Let me guess. Stuck in the office. – Oh, no, he’s here. He’s sleeping in the car. – Long drive. – Well, I drove, actually, but Joe always
says it’s much more tiring for the person in the passenger seat. – Oh, good. I’ll go help. Hoofin’ it! – Oh, they’d appreciate that so much! – Hey, what’s going on, sexy sisters? Sorry, sorry. – We had to bring Sol, and I guess there isn’t
room, so we have to head back to Tucson. – Read the e-vite top to bottom. They weren’t suggestions. – I left your gift in the tent, Walt. – Oh. – It’s a metal detector. – Oh my God. No. Kath, no. No. To have Sol stay is well, it’s my birthday wish. – And we have an extra tent. – What extra tent? Why? – Because Margaret and Miguel aren’t coming. – What? No. Since when? – Hey.
– Ah! Welcome to the camps. – Walt, no. – Happy birthday, old man. – Sorry. – There you go. – I may be old, but you’re tall. – Wait, what happened to Miguel and Margaret? – Oh, shit, nobody told you? – Have you not spoken to Margaret? – Well, not directly. She liked one of my Instagrams. I assume we’re in a good groove. – Oh, yeah, no, she’s done. She’s finished. She’s fucking a waiter from 9021Pho. – It’s pronounced “fuh.” – All right, which one’s ours, Carleen? – I don’t know which one ours is.