"Jake." "You're hardly touching your salad." "I promised Berta I'd cut down on the roughage." "Well, all right." "Why don't I get the soup." "Based on the salad, I'm not so optimistic." "So you have absolutely no idea why she invited us here?" "All she said on the phone was "dinner."" "And you believed her?" "Good God, man, do you realize what you've done?" "Just relax." ""Just relax"?" "We'll be lucky to leave here with all of our limbs and gonads." "What's a gonad?" "You are." "So it's bad." "You're not a gonad." "Says the other gonad." "Here we go." "Potato leek soup." "Oh, delightful." "You got any crackers?" ""Crackers"?" "Yeah, I like something crunchy in my soup." "A little goldfish, crouton, a stale bagel..." "I'll check." "Go ahead and start." "Captain Crunch will work in a pinch." "I've got a bad feeling about this, Alan." "What?" "We're having a nice dinner with our mother." "So you feel it, too?" "What kind of person doesn't serve crackers with soup?" "The only thing I have that's crunchy is macadamia nuts." "Interesting." "Let's give 'er a try." "Well, I suppose you boys are wondering why I asked you here." "You mean this isn't just a nice, warm family dinner?" "Knock it off, Charlie." "I have some good news." "And no, I'm not dying." "I didn't say anything." "Why would you even go there?" "Okay, I'm sorry." "Anyway, I have been doing some financial planning." "So you're thinking about dying?" "Trust me, darling, I promise to stick around long enough to identify your bloated, gin-soaked, syphilitic remains." "Okay, so we've got a time frame." "So what about your financial plan?" "Yes, well, one thing I've done is to set aside enough money to ensure that my grandson will get a college education." "You're gonna buy a college?" "I have set up a trust fund." "Oh, Mom, Mom, that is, uh, that is very generous, but, uh, I actually started a college fund for Jake when he was born." "Really?" "How much you have in there now?" "Did you hear?" "Grandma's seing you to college." "Now?" "I haven't finished my soup." "Mom, have you thought this through?" "Look at him." "Maybe there should be one child left behind." "Charlie, Charlie, shush." "Mom, I-I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this." "Jake, do you understand what your grandma is providing here?" "Yeah, more school." "Big whoop." "Well, Jal help enthuse you." "If you buckle down and your grades improve, when the time comes for you to go to college," "Grandmommy is going to buy you a new car." "I love you, Grandmommy!" "00:03:41,530 -- 00:04:10,530 DeSto Presents:" "Two And A Half Men 6x10 "He Smelled The Ham.He Got Excited"" "By the way, when I get my car from Grandma, one of you guys is gonna have to park on the street." "The car is for college." "And what makes you think you'll still be living here?" "Oh, comen, you know you love me." "He's got you there." "You do love him." "Yeah, but he doesn't have to rub my nose in it." "So what do you think Mom's angle is?" "Does she have to have an angle?" "A college trust fund?" "For him?" "Last week he bit his hand eating a sandwich." "He smelled the ham.and He got excited." "Maybe she's just trying to buy his love." "Alan, think it through." "She could've done that with a pork chop and a Creamsicle." "Well, whatever it is, it is a big load off my mind knowing his education's taken care of." "Oh, yeah, that's what Mom wants, to take a load off your mind." "Okay, why do you think she did it?" "I don't know." "But if you want to get inside her head, you've got to start thinking more twisted, manipulative, devious." "For example, if by some miracle he gets through college and she sends him to law school..." "L-law school?" "You've already lost me." "Maybe she's boinking the dean of admissions." "We don't know." "Just hear me out." "Go on." "Let's say he crawls through law school, takes seven or eight shots at passing the bar." "We know how that ends." "So what are his options as a failed lawyer?" "I don't know." "Government work?" "Exactly." "Maybe he lands on the zoning commission." "And bingo-bango, Mom finally gets to put a second story on her house." "You really think she's going to send him to college and law school just so she can add an extra bedroom?" "That's insane." "Is it, Alan?" "Is it really?" "Morning." "Morning." "Alan?" "Yeah?" "You having a stroke?" "No, no, I'm just," "?" "I'm just trying to figure out why I need to go to work today." "I mean," "Mom's taking care of Jake's education, buying him a car." "Why should I bust my hump?" "For your self-respect?" "Nah, Judith got that in the divorce." "'Cause you like to heal people's back pain with your chiropractic magic?" "Okay, well, you've got to go somewhere." "Why?" "'Cause you're creeping me out." "I should take up motivational speaking." "Morning." "Something's wrong with your brother." "We don't say the word "wrong."" "We say "special."" "No, it's true." "My friends don't think you're my grandma." "They think you're my young aunt." "If he gets his nose any further up her keister, we're gonna have to tie a rope to his feet." "Hey, I was thinking." "You know what would be a nice, safe vehicle for me?" "A used police car." "I don't know." "I guess from the police?" "She's buying Lunkhead a car?" "And a college education." "Ha." "Well, I guess that makes sense if it's a clown college and the car seats 20." "All right, then'll see you in an hour." "Hold on." "Nah, I don't need one." "Okay, okay, bye." "I'm gonna spend the afternoon with Grandma." "If she asks, I took a shower." "Figured out her angle yet?" "No." "And that's what scares me." "Seemed appropriate" "All right, Mr. Sharipa." "How's it feel right here?" "A little tender." "Yeah, yeah, you've got a spasm right here." "It's my own fault." "I was trying to do it in the shower with Mrs. Sharipa last night." "The woman is no ballerina." "Well, sex in the showe is really a young man's game." "Or a middle-aged man with a skinny wife." "Sure." "What can I say?" "I like a little junk in the trunk." "I, I think that says it." "Slap her on the ass at Christmas, it doesn't stop shaking till New Year's Eve." "Just between you and me, she enjoys a little spanking from Santa." "Who doesn't?" "I check the list twice:" "always naughty." "Uh-huh." "Could you, uh, turn on your right, Mr. Sharipa." "I'll, uh, try to relieve the pressure on your sciatic nerve." "Would you cross your arms, please?" "Uh-huh." "Thank you." "Okay." "Excuse me." "Oh, no, that, uh, that happens." "It's, uh, it's perfectly natural..." "Oh, dear Lord." "Yeah, that's the garlic clams I had folunch." "I like them." "They don't like me." "Um, if you'll just excuse me for a moment." "Hey, you know, I feel better." "Maybe that's where the pressure came from." "Where are you gog, Dr. Harper?" "Home." "Will you be coming back?" "Dr. Harper?" "Oh, my God." "Let's spend a little time talking about our college plans." ""Our plans"?" "Are you going, too?" "'Cause that changes everything." "I've already been to college, darling." "And they were some of the happiest years of my life." "Really?" "Mm-hmm." "What kind of car did you have?" "Look, Jake, I understand that you're excited about getting a car, but keep in mind the car is predicated on you getting into college." "Right." "What's "predicated" mean?" "No college, no car." "Oh." "What if I flunk out?" "Do I have to give the car back?" "Oh, sweetheart, what makes you think you'd flunk out?" "Well, history." "Right now there's a 60/60 chance" "I'm gonna have to repeat eighth grade." "60/60, huh?" "At least." "It could be 70/40." "Well, we can rule out the Ivy League." "?" "Is that good?" "For the Ivy League." "You know, dear, maybe we're going about this the wrong way." "College should be about pursuing the things you love." "What do you love?" "Um, TV, video games, sleeping." "I love sleeping so much sometimes I actually dream about it." "Okay, maybe I wasn't clear enough." "Oh, you know what I really love?" "Twice-dipped French toast with a sprinkling of orange zest." "Orange zest?" "Yeah, you scrape it from an orange peel." "It's what really makes my recipe work." "You have a recipe?" "Yep." "It kinda happened by accident." "I was making once-dipped opped it." "but i drop it" "A lot of great discoveries are accidents like Thomas Edison and the telephone." "That wasn't Thomas..." "So you like to cook?" "Yeah, I love it." "'Cause, you know, I love to eat and I lo." "Well, you know, dear, what you are talking about is becoming a chef, and there are schools for that, and-and the potential to make a terrific living." "Do I get to wear one of those poofy hats?" "If you want to." "Cool." "Then I guess I'll be a chef." "My grandson the chef." "I can live with that." "You know what I could drive if I was a chef?" "The Oscar Mayer Weinermobile." "I got a kayak." "I see." "Guess what I'm gonna do?" "Go kayaking?" "Yep." "I have decided that life is too short." "So you're going out in the Pacific Ocean in a plastic boat." "Good thinking." "No, I was at work today and it suddenly became clear to me that..." "Sorry about that." "It became clear to me that I don't like what I'm doing." "And nong care of Jake," "I can spend my time doing the things that give me joy." "So you're gonna masturbate in a kayak?" "No, but that's the point." "You'll have to elaborate." "I could if I wanted to." "Yeah, who could've seen that coming?" "Look, I'm sorry." "Here you go." "Grilled cheese with gouda, Swiss and monster." "You mean meunster." "No, that's an old TV show." "And they're called that 'cause they're monsters." "This is a cheese." "Anyway, the sandwich also has heirloom tomatoes and smoked applewood bacon on sourdough toast." "Where did you learn this?" "Food Channel on Demand, Food Channel magazine." "And the school lunch lady." "Nd save room for homemade potato chips." "You're making potato chips?" "Oh, yeah, it's easy." "You slice the potatoes real thin, rub the sides with lemon and garlic, fry 'em up in a hot iron skillet and then salt to taste." "I can't get over this." "Bon appetite." "Teet." "(bon appetite appeteet tite)" "No, that's a cow's boob." "(teet teat)" "Oh, my goodness." "This is delicious." "Don't eat more than three or you won't poop for a week." "Trust me." "Well, at least we have finally found a career path for you." "Cool." "I'll go get the chips and then we'll talk about cars." "You know what?" "Let's settle this car thing first." "Oh, God, it was incredible." "The-the wind, the sky, the surf." "I feel like I'm reborn." "You were out there for 15 minutes." "Yeah, well, my arms got tired." "so you did decide to go with the kayanking." "What?" "Masturyaking?" "You're terrible." "But, anyway, no one could see me." "}So now what?" "Now?" "Now I just live." "I enjoy." "All right." "This rat has quit the race." "Good for you." "This hamster is off the treadmill." "Glad to hear it." "This squirrel is satisfied with the nuts he has." "No comment." "I'm not gonna make it, Charlie." "Didn't think you would." "No goals, no challenges, no, no gutrenching fear driving me forward." "I mean, how can you stand it?" "Me?" "Well, I have kind of an existential philosophy that shapes my outlook." "It involves a willingness to let life carry me along in its wake as I contemplate its infinite mystery." "Plus I drink and take a lot of naps." "Nwell, I need something meaningful to strive for." "Sorry, I don't follow." "I need a carrot in front of me and a stick behind me." "Without that, I..." "I have no reason to live." "That's it!" "What's it?" ""No reason to live."" "That's Mom's angle." "This never had anything to do with Jake." "}She's trying to kill you." "Oh, come on." "Think about it." "She takes the financial pressure off your shoulders, knowing you can't live without it." "Oh, she's good." "Why would Mom want to kill me?" "I don't know." "Why do I want to kill you?" "Why does your ex-wife want to kill you?" "You just bring that out in people." "You're being ridiculous." "Okay, okay, let's look at the alternate explanation." "For the first time in her life, our mother is being totay selfless and thinking about someone else's well-being." "Dear God, my own mother is trying to kill me." "Well, I'm glad we got that settled." "It was really bugging me." "Terrific sandwich." "Yeah." "I think you'll find the fire gave everything a nice smoky flavor." "Just out of curiosity, what does a used fire truck go for?" "Hey, Alan, I got an idea that might cheer you up." "I'm listening." "You need a carrot and a stick to make your life meaningful?" "How about this?" "Every month I let you give me a small amount of money in exchange for the pleasure of living in my house." "We'll call it... rent." "Wow, it's been a long time since I paid rent." "Five years, two months, 11 days." "Interesting." "It would certainly give me a reason to go back to work." "Right." "That's the carrot." "And if you fall behind, I get to hit you with a stick." "Very funny." "No, I'm serious." "That's my carrot." "ok how much did you have in mind?" "Well, I've given it some thought...and..." "I think you'll find this to be a fair number." "Oh, well, uh, at least if I'm paying rent" "I'll get a say in what goes on around here." "No, no, no, no, no, no." "No." "If you want a say, this is the number." "I don't need a say." "Good." "So, every month on the first." "Deal." "All right, all right, I feel good about this, pitching in, pulling my own weight." "It's long overdue." "Five years, two months, 11 days." "Right." "N, uh, course since the month has already started, we'll, we'll start next month." "Fine." "Uh, although, uh, with the holidays coming, maybe it'd be better to start fresh with the new year, you know?" "1/1." "Sure, whatever." "Okay." "Unless the economy's still in the tank." "Always a possibility." "In which case, you know, we'll, uh, we'll probably want to revisit the number." "Probably." "I mean, the market is-is pretty volatile right now." "I mean, I think some belt-tightening is in order for everybody, you know, landlords and-and tenants alike." "Ow!"