2×15 – Riech mal am Schirmständer | Smell the Umbrella Stand

Alan beim Packen ist ja der Knaller und sein Outift dann, wie er nach Vegas gehen will

Und Berta schmeißt eine Party, wenn sie Sturmfrei hat

Jake: I’m fine. Let’s go. We’re men.
Alan: Nope. You’re too sick.
Charlie: Some other time.
Jake: I’m really sorry I ruined your trip, Uncle Charlie.
Charlie: That’s okay. It’s not your fault; it’s your dad who won’t let you go.
Alan: Thanks, Charlie.
Charlie: Hey, why should he feel guilty?

Alan: [Jake]’s just going to sleep anyway, and I’ll keep an eye on him, so you can go.
Charlie: I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right just abandoning the kid when he’s sick.
Alan: Congratulations, now you know what it feels like to be a parent.
Charlie: Yeah. How inconvenient.

Charlie: What would you do if you want to go pee, but you have $600 in the table?
Jake: Go pee?
Charlie: You pee on yourself. Come on, you have pants that cost $50 and $600 that you could win. Do the math.
Jake: So I have to pee on my myself and do the math.