"Oh, it's on." "Time to bust out the popcorn, baby." "Why aren't you laughing, babe?" "You always laugh when we go on dates!" "Mitch, we have to talk." "I've been thinking." "We need to take our relationship to the next level." "My parents are in town tonight, and I think you should meet them over dinner!" "Whoa, seriously?" "Babe, that's a huge step!" "And I already know the perfect place:" "Wing Kingdom." "I don't think you should take my parents to Wing Kingdom." "I have another place in mind." "Oh no, bro." " Are you sure about this place?" " Yeah!" "This is the best place to make an impression." "I really want my parents to like you." "Sure." "Then, let's go here, babe." "I'm so excited for my parents to meet you!" "I have so much to do!" "I'd like to make a reservation." "Yeah." "Sorrenstein, party of four, seven o'clock PM." "Oui, Yes, Mr. Sorrenstein, we will see you tonight at seven." "Now, we do have a strict dress code." "Dress code?" "Oui." "Yes." "Black tie, jacket..." "Jacket?" " I think I might have a windbreaker." " What?" "!" "Did I mention a shirt and shoes are required as well?" "!" "Of course not, I know that!" "Now, this is totally a joke question, but that shirt has to be clean too, right?" "What?" "!" "Well, I never!" "See you at seven!" " Lemme guess, Bistro en Le Parc?" " Yeah." "I have to meet Starla's parents there tonight." "Takin' it to the next level!" "Yeah, but didn't you hear that?" "I barely made it through the reservation!" "How am I gonna impress Starla's parents if I can't even make a reservation?" "Dude, just be yourself." "I can't be myself!" "Myself sucks!" "Starla will totally dump me if her parents don't like me." "We'll help you get fancy for your dinner." "Really, dudes?" "Yeah man." "We're your friends." "We hate to see you bummed out." "Plus, last time Starla dumped you, you got all sad and we had to do your work." "Yeah." "Sure glad I'm not you guys." " Where do we start?" " Not we." "He." "I'm so happy that you decided to become fancy, Muscle Man." "And, you want me to help!" "I even wrote a book about it!" "Fanciness, Theory and Practical Application." "A practical application of advanced theory of fanciness." "Volume one of six." "First printing, publishing date, M-C-M, X, V, I-I-I..." "Dude, we're gonna have to do this our way." "Good. 'cause I don't know if I can handle having to listen to Pops speak Spanish anymore." "Dude!" "You look like a whole new man!" "How do you feel?" "Fancy." "I can't do this!" "We're gonna need a plan B." "Rigby, you still got those mini-headsets?" "Testing, testing!" "I don't know if I can do this, guys." "Dude, don't worry!" "We got this!" "Me and Rigby are already inside." "Just stick to the plan." "Everything will be alright." "Thanks, dudes." "I" "Mitch!" "Mitch!" "Babe!" "You look totally ho-- ...lovely!" "Mitch, these are my parents." "Shake their hands." "Mitch Sorrenstein." "Charmed." "I am Sir Herbert Gotzmendoder." "And this is my wife, Madame Rose Gotzmendoder." "How do you do?" "Let's go inside, shall we?" "Dude, get the door!" "Welcome to Bistro en Le Parc." "Sorrenstein." "Table for 4." "I hope Misure You found a clean shirt." " You know it, Bro." " Yes." "Your table awaits." "Keep an eye on them." "Dude, pull out the chair for Starla." "You're up, Mordecai." "Showtime." "I love this place, it's so nice!" "If it isn't Mr. Sorenstein." "Are you ready to order, Sir?" "Muscle Man, you're suppose to order for the table." "Oh, right." "The ladies will have the lobsterand the gentleman will have the filet mignon." "I mean, if the ladies and gentleman were cool with that." "Indeed." "Excellent choice, sir." "And here's a little something for yourself." "Make sure things are extra fancy." " Put your napkin in your lap." " Oh, right." "You're up." "Okay, Muscle Man, get ready for some fancy conversation topics." " How are you two enjoy..." " The weather?" "because I think it's... nice lately." "Indeed." "So what do you..." "Do?" "I work full-time in park... management." "Indeed." "Yeah, I'm just lucky I get to do what I love, which is basically just mowing the lawn topless." "Hot salads coming through." "Cool it with the topless talk." "Here's your salad, sir." "Salad?" "I love salad, I eat it frequently." "Let's dig in, shall we?" "FORK, FORK, USE YOUR FORK!" "Salad fork!" "To which I reply "My mom"." "Hey, this is going so well." "They really like you." "He did it!" "He got through the whole meal!" "Wait, who's that?" "Your dessert, sir." "You're not our waiter?" "Oh no, your waiter is on a break." "But do not worry." "I will take care of you now." "Pleses taste the dessert." "It's the fanciest we have to offer." "But there's no forks." "Oh, there's no forks for this dessert." "Only spoons." "Now pick up a spoon and eat it!" "You chose wrong." "It's time for you to leave." "What?" "Why?" "Because you're not fancy." "You do not eat the Crème brûlée with that kind of spoon." "You disgust me." "Is that true, Mitch?" "You faked being fancy?" "Oui Yes." "It's true, they're not fancy at all." "And if you will not leave, we will escort you out." "So what will it be?" "So what?" "So I'm not fancy?" "I only faked it so I can impress my girlfriend's parents, who, by the way, I learned are actually pretty cool." "Who cares what kind of spoon this is." "Starla, you're the only one I care about." "We're finishing our dessert." "Very well." "Enjoy your desserts in the emergency room!" "Get your hands off her, bro!" "What are you going to do about it?" "Herb?" "I have something to confess too," "I'm not fancy neither!" "Destroy them!" "Me and Rose were just pretending cause we wanted to impress you." "You didn't have to do that." "We're unarmed." "Well, let me give you a hand." "Let go of my satisfaction chain!" "Hey, Starla, nice" "What?" "What the?" "Are you okay, Mitch?" "Let's get out of here." "I know exactly where we can go." " I thought you guys are picky." " We are." "Hey, this place makes Bistro en Le Parc look like Bistro en Le Trash." "This calls for a toast." "I'll do you one better, Herb." "You want the rest of my wings?" "No thanks." "I just lost my appetite."