...we bribe an exterminator to fumigate.
They won't have enough money for a hotel,
and they'll move back in.
And then we teach a "living on your own" masterclass.
Lesson one -- throw out those soy sauce packets. Uh-huh.
What's got you two in here sounding like "Red Table Talk"?
Well, Pops, Junior has made it obvious
that he is not ready to live on his own,
and him and Olivia think that we are supposed to be okay with it.
Well, he's right. You are. What?
I think you two are forgetting about
what your first place was like.
But -- What?
I mean, I've stayed in some
bad spots in my time,
but even I wouldn't have slept there.
Man, please!
Our first apartment was way better than Junior's.
Good location, great lighting, immaculately decorated.
It was terrible. What?
Y'all got all your furniture from off the curb.
Well, we were into sustainability
before it was cool.
Oh, that's what it's called?
Okay, fine.
We were a mess. Mm.
They did find a new species of bedbug in our apartment. Yeah.
But it's normal for us, Pops,
to want something better for Junior than we had.
It's frustrating to find out how much more work
we have left to do with him.
Pops, we were in victory formation,
running out the clock.
I thought the game was over. We were done.
[ Laughs ]
What's so funny? What?
You thought you were done?
Yes. Yeah.
You'll never be done. Look at me.
I'm still parenting you right now,
and I'm not even good at it.
[ Snorts ] Mm.
As I have learned, sometimes all you can do
is hope that they'll be okay,
even when it's not okay with you.
Ah -- Ah.
He has a point. Hmm?
We have continued to move the goal line for Junior... Yeah.
...with school, with his job, with this apartment.
It's like we're always on him for a plan.
Yeah.
It's like we always sweat what's next
instead of seeing what is.
And, you know, he is doing pretty good.
He is.
We may owe him an apology.
Yeah.
You more than me.
I mean, I handled myself pretty well.
What? I did.
You left your purse there and said, "It's trash now."
Okay.
Maybe I should get him flowers.
Yeah. You should.
♪
[ Door opens ]
Ah.
[ Door closes ]
Pops, were you waiting up for me?
No, no, no.
Uh...you did stay out kind of late, though, Diane.
It's 9:30.
Well, that's gotta be past your bedtime.
Well, clearly, it's past yours.
Mm-hmm.
You called your friend from Louisville?
Wait.
Were you worried about me and Brad-ley?
No. No.
I was working with Jack on his swing.
I think the boy got a chance at playing with the Dodgers.
Pops, Bradley is harmless.
He says he's from The Bay, but he's really from Sacramento.
He's the new kid trying to pull a "Fresh Prince,"
and I told him he better drop it if he's gonna be my boyfriend.
That's all you needed my advice for?
So you could hit him with an Evander Holyfield?
Pops, I didn't only need your advice for some boy.
I don't just come to you for cash
or stories about how you used to be able
to smoke around babies.
You're the only person in this house
that doesn't treat me like a kid.
You give it to me straight.
Well, that's the only way I know how to do it.
You've been showing me how to be myself for my whole life.
Just being here, watching you.
You've helped me put the pieces together.
Well, if you ever need more help
putting the pieces together, or breaking them apart,
you know I'm here for you.
[ Inhales sharply ] And you know what?
[ Grunts ]
This one's on the house. Oh, no, Pops.
You should get something for your trouble.
Oh, no. Trust me. I already did.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Smooches ]
I kept 20. Oh.
It felt light.
Goodnight, Dee! 00:03:57.487,00:00:00.000 Goodnight.