Rebecca, do you have an opinion
about your husband's alcoholism?
Did you ever talk to your children
about their father being an addict?
Did you ever warn them that they would have the gene?
Uh, my-my children lost their father when they were 17.
They didn't have their father at their high school graduation.
Randall didn't have his father when his children were born.
Kate will not have her father at her wedding.
So they had 17 years of memories,
and that's it.
There won't be any new ones for the rest of their lives.
So... no.
No, I did not sit them down
and color their memories of their father
by talking about the one part of him that wasn't perfect.
And you really do a disservice by calling my husband an addict,
because he was so much more than that.
Thank you.
It's interesting that you bring up examples
of Kate and Randall
but not Kevin.
What?
BARBARA: Kate not having her father at her wedding
and Randall not having
his father when his children were born.
Yes, because those were just the first two examples
that came to my mind.
But don't you find it interesting
that you have specific examples for your other children
-but not Kevin? -KEVIN: I don't.
I don't find it interesting-- I find it typical,
to be honest with you. I mean, this is what we talk about.
-Mom, you never... -Enough. Dude, enough.
You don't have to lay into her.
Okay, here we go.
Yeah, "here we go" is right.
Look, I...
I've tried to empathize with you, Kevin. I really have.
Okay, I've held my tongue
as your rich, spoiled ass got sent
to this Four Seasons for almost killing my daughter,
when most anybody else would've got sent to jail.
I've held my tongue while you've whined about your childhood,
a childhood which I was there for, by the way,
which I bore witness to.
Your football tosses on the lawn with Dad,
your tummy rubs from Mom when you had a fever.
See, Barbara may not have been there,
but I was there, so don't you dare try
to pull that same lame-ass piece of wool over my eyes, bro.
Okay? I've held my tongue,
but I will not hold my tongue while you go after our mother
-for not parenting you... -I'm not going after our mother,
Randall. Why do you always twist things around like that?
-I'm not going after... -He's not twisting anything, Kevin.
-He's simply defending me. -Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.
You're right. I'm sorry. Why don't you take his side
because that's... See, this is what I'm talking about.
-I am not taking anybody's side. -Hey, man, you want to talk
about your tortured childhood, you want to compare baggage?
-No, Randall, Randall, listen... -Yeah, let's do that.
No, I would never compare my tortured childhood with yours,
Randall, because I wasn't abandoned or adopted
or I didn't have anxiety or I'm not a genius
-or any of those... -No, you're definitely not that, Kevin.
You know what else you're not?
You're not an addict.
Okay?
The only thing that you're addicted to is attention.
I mean, what happened, Kev? Your movie wrapped?
You weren't rolling with Sly and Ron Howard anymore?
Nobody was looking at you?
So you had to get us all up here,
all eyes on you.
Cue drug problem.
Okay.
Okay, Kev.
(Kevin scoffs)
Okay, guys.
No, you know what, I-I just... I'm...
I want to know your thoughts on this, Randall.
Why do you think your daughter was hiding in my car?
Why do you think
your daughter was hiding in my car?
You ever thought about that?
-What about it? -She's avoiding the Randall Show.
-Don't you dare talk about my daughter. -KEVIN: No, no.
Welcome to the Randall Show, ladies and gentlemen.
-REBECCA: Kevin. Kevin. -Adopted by white people.
Two dads. Does it get any more interesting than that?
Well, not for Randall.
So, you-you move your dying father into your home
without thinking about what your wife
or what your kids think of that, and then you bring some-some
strange girl into the house after he dies, right?
And the only person sitting there
that no one's paying attention to
-is your daughter, Tess. -You know what, I'm done, man.
-No, Randall, Randall... -And cue Randall out the door,
cue Mom chasing her favorite son.
This is such a predictable movie. You are so predictable.
-You raise your voice to her one more time. -Hey. Hey. Hey.
All your children you love equally, right?
-Yes, I do love all my children the same. -Yeah, I'm sure
that you do. Wouldn't it feel refreshing, though,
just to right here in this forum,
'cause this is where you do that kind of stuff,
to just tell everyone the truth,
which is that you love Randall the most.
-He's your favorite, right? -Oh, that's not true, Kevin.
-KEVIN: It's not true? -That's absolutely ridiculous.
-I'm not gonna say that, Kevin. -It's ridiculous?
Yeah, okay, it's ridiculous, then name me one thing
that you and I have.
One thing that you and I have
that is special, that is just you and me.
Not-not-not all of us. Not me and Randall. Not me and Kate.
Kevin, can you please stop?
I-I-I'm-I'm flustered and it's not kind of you,
-what you're doing. -Just admit that you love Randall more.
-Hey. -We can stop pretending to be this perfect family.
No, he was just easier!
(crying): He was easier
and he didn't recoil when I touched him.
And he wasn't some sullen teenager
who was angry at me for no reason and he didn't...
abandon me and move away after his father died.