Hey, you know, we missed watching the games
with you last week. Yeah, we had Ellie's stupid soccer game.
You know what, though? Next, week, last week.
Oh, my God! We're done. Oh, peaches.
Hey, where's Pete been?
Oh, he's been, you know, really busy with his ref stuff.
You got to put the hours in.
Oh, man, he loves those ref buddies.
Ref buddies? No, they're just... they're work friends, okay?
Like someone you have lunch with in your office
instead of eating alone, that's all.
Well, all I know is, he's AWOL, Ruxin's in Puerto Rico,
so while the cat's away, the mice will play.
Don't say that, Andre! Especially while holding
a thick cucumber. This?
Stop it! Wow. Look at this place.
Everywhere you look, there's a super hot lady.
This it like the new bar,
but you don't have to, like, go up to somebody
with an opening line.
You just kind of ask a woman about fruits and vegetables.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Watch and learn.
So, can I ask your opinion about something?
Oh, what did I miss? Not much yet.
This cucumber seems great 'cause it's,
you know, it's long and skinny.
But then this one-- I don't know--
maybe it's more fulfilling
'cause it's, like, kind of short and squat.
Which one would satisfy you-- tall and skinny,
or short and squat?
You are seriously such a pervert.
Did you get laid?
Eh. She's probably an eggplant gal.
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ANDRE: See...
Meegan was great, right?
But that sophisticated city person isn't right for me.
I need someone a little bit more country, you know, so I joined
FarmCouples.com, and look at these girls.
So cute, right?
They even have an app, like a Tinder app, called "Firmer."
I don't think that's the way it's pronounced.
Plus, you've heard all those stories
about the farmer's daughter.
Andre, those aren't stories. They're jokes.
That's like saying, "Have you heard the story about the guy
who keeps knock-knocking on peoples' doors?"
I have heard those stories,
and I'm always surprised by who's there.
"By farmers, for farmers."
Uh, which one are you?
That is a problem, yes. Yes, what are you gonna do about that?
I got to figure out how to get a farm.
I have a farm.
Taco, growing marijuana
on your windowsill is not a farm.
No, that's how it started out.
I was growing my own weed at the EBDB B&B.
But I had to keep going to the store to get my munchies,
so I just started growing my own munchies.
So, the EBDB B&B is a fully-functioning farm?
Yeah. As you can imagine, the soil there is quite fertile.
No, no thank you. Ew.
Yeah, just keep dumping loads...
Okay. It's enough. No. No, thank you.
(broadcast playing on TV) I-I can't do this. I cannot!
Do you have to sit this close to me?!
I'm like Beetlejuice.
Say my name three times, and I just show up.
No one even said it once, Andre!
Oh! Caught you! (buzzing)
Whoa! Jesus! What is that, man?
TACO: Meet the Taco drone. ANDRE: Taco.
Taco!
No, no, no! Come on! Just put
some chips in the basket. KEVIN: Come in here and
get it yourself!
Just put the chips on the drone.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?!
JENNY: No! No, no!
No flying this in our house.
What?! What? Why do you even have it?
TACO: It's the newest
exclusive benefit for EBDB Prime members.
I got to stay competitive.
And your competitors are who?
I mean, who isn't a competitor?
Wall Street, big oil, little oil.
Little oil?
It's a guy I know. He siphons gasoline
out of parted cars and sells it on the side of the road.
Does he have a drone?
Well, right now, he has a screwdriver,
a hose and a bucket, but a drone cannot be far behind.
The guy's an innovator.
The best part of this whole thing--
when EBDB Prime members aren't using it, I get to use it,
and it helps with tedious tasks that I never want to do.
Like watch TV with you guys.
Come on, Flying Taco, let's go chop up some kites.
Taco, is this safe? Whoa!
Is that safe?
(buzzing, whirring)
I mean, he's gonna kill someone, right?
How do we know he hasn't?
Hey, guys. KEVIN: Pete!
Hey! Pete likes beer.
Jenny, can you get me and Pete a beer, please?
No, you get him a beer.
Uh, no. Yeah, I was actually just
coming to get my jacket. I gotta run.
Oh! Just wanted to say hi.
Okay, where you... where you heading off to?
Oh, uh, I was gonna go to a movie with my ref buddy.
That... Cool.
You guys are hanging out when you're not working. That's cool.
Yeah.
Just like the way we do. (whispering): Oh, God.
Best friends forever, right?
Get off of me, please.
Yeah. PETE: Hey, man.
This is, uh, Jenny, it's Andre.
Hey. Hey. Hey, I'm Kevin.
Hey. I'm Kevin.
Kevin. Kevin.
Well, Pete calls me "Kev."
Pete calls me "Kev."
Does he?
Uh, anyway, we should get, uh, cranking.
Okay. Yeah.
Um, do you... you want to grab a beer
or something after the movie?
We don't know how long the movie is.
Yeah, there's, like, trailers and stuff.
Could be complicated, but, um... Oh, yeah, no.
We'll catch up soon. We'll-we'll see... Yeah...
Yeah, no, it's... it's complicated.
Whoa. Whoa. Miss that. Oh. Come on.
Okay. (patting) KEVIN: Yeah.
Ready to do this? Yeah.
(blow whistles)
Nice to meet you guys.
You, too, Kevin.
Well, looks like someone's got a type.
His name's Kevin, your name's Kevin.
He's younger than you, he's more fun.
He's very pretty.
It's like Pete got his own trophy Kevin.
There's no trophy Kevin!
Ah, don't worry about it, buddy.
It's you and me forever now.
And when we play dick chicken, I'm going to let you win.
Andre, just stop. Stop! What?
Okay, fine. Well, I'm just here with my bros and my hos.
Ugh! Okay. Oh, God!
What? My bros and hos!
Thank you so much for waiting.
Room 17 is finally occupied, so feel free
to let yourselves in and join the orgy.
Howdy, partner.
Why you talking with an Asian accent?
It's not Asian. I'm a cowboy. Supposed to be a farmer.
What's the difference? There's cows on farms.
No, not on this farm.
There's a pony somewhere, but I keep losing him.
Think he's in the bedroom upstairs.
Well, why don't we wrestle up some of them varmints
and then check out that firm?
Okay, I'll show you, but then you're gonna have to go,
'cause you're gonna creep everyone out.
This is your farm? Yup.
Pretty cool, huh?
It's a little small.
Yeah, I've been experimenting with cross-breeding crops
and trying to create my own strain
of EBDB B&B F&V THC.
Wait, wait. F&V?
Fruit and vegetable.
Trying to create a corn-scented weed.
I'm also trying to grow an entire salad's worth
of vegetables on a single cob,
a "cob salad," if you will.
Great, great.
Well, anyway, you got that.
I just need to make a couple quick pictures
for FarmCouples.com... No, no, no, no, no.
I'm putting you to work, young man.
I need you to till the soil,
pull the weeds,
and if I catch you smoking any of my corn,
you're in big trouble!
I'm gonna go have sex with someone. Wait up!
How'd it go? We won.
Oh, that's great, honey.
Awesome! Good job! Thanks.
You earned yourself a Popsicle. Go get it.
Awesome. Nice! Chow down.
They won. We lost.
- Why? - Because if they win one more game, they go to the play-offs.
Play-offs?! Play-offs?
Yes. Jim Mora play-offs in Decatur.
Decatur?! That means four more Sundays
of carpooling back and forth to Decatur and no football.
Sounds like hell. It's a nightmare scenario.
Oh. Well, I just stopped by to use the bathroom,
freshen up, I'm on my way out the door.
Ah, you got a nice tapas date with your best buddy Andre?
No. No?
I'm actually meeting up with Pete.
Oh, Trophy Kevin have a detention after school?
Very funny. If Andre calls, do not tell him where I am, please.
That's a real love triangle.
♪ ♪
(whistle blows) PETE: Foul.
Whoa-hoa-hoa, good call! Whoo!
Which one is yours?
Right there.
The tall kid by the ref?
No. Just the ref.
(buzzer sounds) All right.
(blows whistle)
Game over! Yeah-heah!
PETE: Everybody shake hands,
pretend like you like each other.
It's like we've been doing this for years together.
I know. Awesome, man.
On point. That's my Kevin!
Crazy. Hey, Pete!
What's up? Sweet no-call at the end of the game.
Really good discipline. Hey, Kevin.
Kevin. Kev.
Uh, what's going on?
What are you doing here?
Oh. I was in the neighborhood,
and I just figured we'd grab a drink after the game.
An adult alcoholic beverage.
Uh, yeah, I mean, it sounds great.
Uh, we have the court for another hour.
We were gonna play.
Ref pickup game. Yeah. Oh.
Great. No, I'll play. I'm in.
Let's do it.
You gonna play in that? Sure.
All right. Let's do it.
Let's do this. Let's do it. Here we go.
Oh... Ow.
Taco, this one just kind of fell out.
Put it back in!
And while you're at it, try to grow some opium.
W-With this?
Uh-huh.
It's a poppy seed bagel.
Yeah. You got a lot of bagel scraping to do.
I want you working till sundown.
See ya.
See how I'm doing on Farmer.
(mooing sound effect) Ooh. I got a love sprout.
"Want to meet up?"
Yes, I do.
(buzzing, whirring) All right.
TACO (over radio): Where do you think you're going?
I-I got a date-- you know, so I have to go home and...
shower and put on my, uh, fancy overalls.
Uh-uh. Did you plant the opium yet?
Look, I can't grow opium
from a poppy seed bagel, okay? I'll be back later.
No, no, no, no. You're staying right here.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!
There's still sowing to be done.
Or maybe it's reaping. Fine.
I can never tell. Selfie with a drone?
No. Selfies are lame.
Oh, gee-- all right, all right, all right! All right!
All right, I'm gonna go have drone sex. Later.
(whistle blows)
All right, game on.
We really doing a tip-off for a pickup game?
Yeah, refs like to do it by the book.
(whistle blows) Wait. Wait. I don't know who's...
- Right. - Are you up? Wait a minute. Hold on. I don't know who I have.
All right? Are you on my team? Hold on. Get it. Get it.
(whistle blows) Foul. Handshake. Suit.
Who had a foul? Take it. You'll get used to it. It's okay.
Not on my watch.
Oh. Oh, God.
PETE: Oh, yeah!
Kev!
Oh, that tasted good.
What tasted good? What was good about that?
(whistle blows) You should probably do shirts and skins,
obviously, because... (whistle blowing)
What? Oh. Lane violation, man. Stay on the line.
KEVIN: Stripes! Stripes! Pete!
Pete, Pete. I'm not on your team, man.
(whistle blowing) Go!
What could that possibly be for?
Shot clock violation.
Oh, no way.
Are you on my team?!
Come on, this way. Oh!
(whistle blows) What? Oh...!
Hand check.
Bullshit! You know what?
You've been riding me this whole ga-- (whistle blows)
Come on, man, you can't do that.
Are you kidding me? You didn't even see what I said to him.
(whistle blowing) I told him it was a great call.
Wait, I thought you were on my team.
Who blew it?
Curly hair, did you blow it? Somebody blew that whistle!
Everyone's got... (whistles blowing)
This is...Everyone has a whistle! PETE: Okay, okay, Kev...
What? I want a whistle!
Everyone has a whistle.
I want a (bleep) whistle. This is a pickup game.
ANDRE: You know, again, I'm so sorry about the other night.
I just got caught in some farm stuff. Farm stuff?
Yeah, you know, when Mother Nature wants your hands
inside of her, you can't exactly say no.
Right? (laughs) Right, right.
Well, what does she give you? What do you grow on your farm?
All-all the cash crops.
"Tobacky," uh, indigo...
Indigo? And it's all heirloom now.
Heirloom... cucumbers, heirloom radishes.
Heirloom radishes?
I mean, everything's heirloom.
It's kind of like the perfect mix of farming and antiquing.
(laughs) So, what's your secret?
Well, I only use my hands.
You have no machines on your farm?
My pappy used to say, uh, "Farmin's a real hand job.
"You got to... you got to stroke the land,
and plant your seed and watch it sprout."
You know, and shuck yourself to sleep.
You know, I would love to see this farm of yours, Andre.
Well, is that a date?
I think it is a date, yeah.
Okay, well, my farm or yours?
Yours!
I would love to see this heirloom hand-job farm.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yee-haw.
JENNY: And she actually
thinks you are a farmer?
Lest you forget, Jenny-- I'm a boyfriend chameleon.
Whatever my girlfriend is, I am.
The only problem is, I can't produce a farm.
Just take her to Taco's.
Yeah. Come on down to the EBDB B&B Farm,
where you can catch hay fever or an STD.
What's up, guys?
Hello.
Haven't seen you in a while.
ANDRE: But we have been
doing just fine. Get off me.
Well, you won't have to miss me this weekend,
because I'm actually gonna be reffing Ellie's soccer game.
Really! Really? Really?
Why do you care? I don't know.
I'm just trying to stay in the mix.
Really?
This team she's playing-- are they any good?
Well, they actually lead the league
in goals scored... Great.
...on themselves. They are
the worst soccer team I have ever seen.
Actually, Kev and I were just talking about it.
It was so funny. We were?
Oh, no, Ref Kev.
Yeah. Um... Oh. Oh.
I'm gonna grab a beer.
Might wet my whistle.
Little inside ref joke.
ANDRE: Wow.
Looks like Trophy Kevin's taking your sport, Starter Kevin.
(laughs)
It's not funny!
How would you feel if I started hanging out with a trophy Jenny?
I am Trophy Jenny.
Oh. I'm gonna get a beer.
That joke really backfired.
Want to talk about it? No.
Yeah.
All right.
So that team Ellie's playing is really bad, huh?
Yeah, they're terrible.
It's gonna be a cakewalk for you guys. Don't worry about it.
What if certain circumstances were to arise
that made a win easy for the other team?
Are you insinuating that I should throw the game
so that your daughter's team loses?
Come on, it is four more weeks of soccer, Pete, in Decatur!
That is four more perfectly good football Sundays ruined.
For what?
Sportsmanship, the art of winning.
Something a McAsterisk should probably learn.
I am shocked.
I am a man of integrity, Jenny!
No, you're not! I am when it comes to this.
Oh, 12-year-old girls' soccer-- that's your line in the sand?
I took an oath when I became a referee.
You did not. You filled out a form,
you went to Foot Locker and bought a striped shirt.
It was a three-pack,
and these cotton-poly blends mean something to me.
And I will not be sullied by your dirty plan.
Soccer is the dirtiest sport in the world.
Everyone in soccer is dirty! Come on!
And now, I am recusing myself as referee of Ellie's game.
Oh, my God.
And you can keep your blood beer.
Actually, it's not the delicious beer's fault.
You have no morals.
Goddamn it, Pete! Aah! (grunting)
Okay, come on! Come on, people! Let's go! Let's move it!
Remember, we're making a farm. Great. I love the wheelbarrow.
Very broken, very rustic.
Where do you want these vintage milk bottles?
Right here, but they need to be full of expressed milk.
Well, then, you should probably get a cow.
If I had a cow, I would show her a cow, okay?
That's where you guys come in.
We're-we're event planners.
You could do a petting zoo, right?
Just get me a cow! How hard is that?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wh-What is that?
Hold on. It's for your kid's birthday.
He's absolutely gonna love it.
How many times do I have to tell you?
It's not a birthday.
This is a farm, ranch thing.
The other guy said it was a plantation. Taco!
Not a plantation, okay?
All right, take the sign and the cake.
And I thought we agreed on a goat!
No. No goat.
Well, you'll be hearing from me on Yelp!
Taco, what is that? It's a condom clothesline.
It's disgusting.
No, it's folksy. Take it down.
I can't take it down. The condoms are still wet.
You ever try to put on a wet condom?
It's like peeling off a wet bathing suit, but in reverse.
Okay, disgusting. Please take away
that EBDB sign, too. JoBeth
needs to think this is a real farm.
What do you want me to do with the scarecrow?
What the hell?! Taco!
(whispering): I don't need an erotic scarecrow.
Erotic? This is the least erotic scarecrow I have.
♪ Drunk flying a drone. ♪
Taco, have you seen Jenny?
Yeah, she left a little while ago.
She left without me? Really?
Yeah, I'm surprised it took her this long to leave you, too.
(sighs) I gotta get to Ellie's soccer game.
Well, I'm almost there already.
Check it out. What are you talking about?
Yeah. Oh, shit, look at this!
Wait. Taco, don't you have to have a proper line of sight
to be able to fly this thing safely?
Oh, it didn't come with a line of sight.
No... All right, I'm gonna let it hover for a bit
until the game starts.
You want anything out of your fridge?
No, thank you. All right.
Oh, there's Pete.
Oh, and him.
What are they saying to each other?
So, in the future... PETE: Yeah.
hammys before quads. PETE: Right, I like it.
I like it, Special K.
"Special K?"
He's never called me "Special K."
All right, I got to take care of something before the game,
but, uh stay out here. Yeah, bro.
Here it comes, here it comes. Hi.
Uh-oh. (whistle blowing)
What is this little prick up to?
Yeah, so, you know, everything here is, uh, all natural.
You know, got our "tomaters."
Tomaters, huh? Tomaters, yeah.
Got some, uh, "kairn."
(laughs) You know.
Please say that again.
Yeah, "kairn," you know.
Corn?
Yeah, it's my-my farmer accent.
It's intense.
May I interest you in some, uh, "so-dee" pop?
Made right here on the, uh... on the firm.
So you make soda here?
Yeah, just get the water down from the crick and, uh,
put the cocoa... oh, goddamn!
S-Sorry. There was a... Ugh! It was an ant.
Okay, you know what? I'm just gonna be honest with you, Andre.
Sure.
This farm doesn't feel... real.
Of course... of course it's real.
It's just, um... it's more of a...
like a pop-up farm.
Okay.
No farmer has hands this soft and smooth.
It's genetics. I mean...
With manicured nails?
Luxury item for a hard-working man.
Why don't you shoot straight with me, Andre?
I'm not a farmer.
I'm actually a plastic surgeon.
I only pretend to be a farmer because
I never thought you would like a--
I don't know-- a guy like me.
You know, some sort of big-city big shot.
(laughing): I'm sorry. You're a plastic surgeon?
Yeah, well, actually, the number one plastic surgeon in Chicago,
according to Chi-Town Magazine.
You know, I was only on FarmCouples.com
because I-I didn't think I could meet a guy like you.
Really?
Yeah. Really.
I mean, where I come from,
even horse doctors pull a lot of tails.
Oh... Not-not literally, of course,
'cause you'd get, like a hoof in the mouth. Yeah.
Just figuratively. They're just sleeping around like crazy.
I don't want a guy like that.
I want a... guy like you.
So, wait. You're not mad?
Oh, well, no, this is... this is weird,
but it's also...
I don't know. It's kind of sweet.
Well, if you'd like, I can continue the tour.
Oh! Yeah.
Well, there's more to this
mini-farm! Oh, yes indeed.
Oh, come with me. Okay.
Um, I hope you like children's birthday cake.
I got eyes on you!
He's taking money.
Look, I know I said $50, but it's gotta be $100.
And it's not gonna be an easy game to throw.
(gasps) Trophy Kevin is dirty!
JENNY: You're a real scumbag.
Coming from the lady who's paying me
to toss her daughter's game.
Well, you know what?
$90 is all I have.
All right, consider that a first-time discount.
What kind of low-life deals with this son of a bitch?
(buzzing, whirring)
Nice doing business with you, Mother of the Year.
(gasps) Jenny!
Sucker. I've still got my money.
Jenny, what are you doing?!
Well, Kevin...! What are you doing?!
I could ask you the same question. What are you doing?
All right, listen up.
Trophy Kevin is dirty,
and I'm gonna tell Pete right now.
No! No! No, Kevin, you cannot tell Peter!
You cannot! Okay, I cannot do four more weeks of soccer!
Soccer?! Talking about soccer?!
I'm sorry, Jenny. I have to tell him. No!
Try and stop me!
All right, Kevin, no! You get back here!
Get back here, Kevin!
Goddamn, Kevin, get back here!
(whistle blowing)
Taco, how do I work this thing?
(buzzing, whirring)
...what this son of a bitch is up to.
No, no, no, you cancelled your EBDB Prime subscription.
(whirring)
What the hell?!
Taco! Taco! You cancelled your subscription!
(buzzing, whirring)
Give it! Come on! Give it to me!
(whirring, girls screaming)
(people screaming)
Come on! It's mine! Give it. Give it back!
(screaming)
Ellie!
Pete needs me!
(everyone screaming, drone whirring and buzzing)
Come on! Stop! I need to use it!
(screaming continues)
Hey! You're gonna get it...
(girls screaming)
Give it back!
Get the hell off my field!
Give it! Give it! Give it!
(buzzing, whirring)
Ow!
No!
God! Oh.
Oh, man.
I don't know why you're so jealous of this guy.
You still have all your fingers.
Eesh.
(gasping anxiously)
TROPHY KEVIN: I thought I had it.
I hope you feel better.
I want my money back.
Guys, what a heartbreaker.
I mean, we don't have a ref.
Looks like we're gonna have to forfeit.
I think yellow team is just gonna
chalk this one up as a loss.
GIRLS: Aw!
JENNY: I know!
Really?
We can't finish the game.
We don't have a ref.
Actually... we do have a ref.
(girls cheering)
Game on, girls!
(blows whistle) Follow me!
(girls screaming)
Goddamn you, Pete!
(drone buzzing, whirring)
TACO: Mm. Yeah, yeah, that's the stuff.
Oh! Ew! Taco! What are you doing?
This'll be great
for the Web site, Andre. Let me get the pony.
You big city folk are freaks.
No. JoBeth, come back.
TACO: What's her deal? She single?
Goddamn it, Taco!
Andre, no! Oh, shit!
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