TRACY: Hey.

Where were you?

STEVE: Swim class.

TRACY: Oh, that was like, a couple hours ago.

STEVE: Yeah.

But, you know, there's uh, traffic, and it's nuts.

TRACY: Oh.

STEVE: And he's really fussy, so I'm gonna put him down.

TRACY: Oh, no, I'll put him down.

I miss him.

STEVE: Oh, it's OK.

I got him.

TRACY: So fussy.

No, I got it.

Come on, bubby.

Come on.

STEVE: All right.

OK.

TRACY: Hey, Steve?

STEVE: Yeah?

TRACY: This reeks like cigarettes.

STEVE: Huh?

What smells like cigarettes?

TRACY: This jacket.

Smell it.

STEVE: What do you mean?

TRACY: It like, reeks like cigarettes.

Like, ugh.

STEVE: He's smoking.

This is unbelievable.

TRACY: What it is?

STEVE: Oh.

Classic laundry mishap.

TRACY: Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

This looks just like him.

STEVE: Calm and [INAUDIBLE].

TRACY: No, this is definitely not my thong.

Oh, god, it's-- it is wet.

STEVE: What?

TRACY: It's wet.

What is that?

STEVE: It's more moist than it is wet.

TRACY: What is this?

Where did you get this?

STEVE: OK, you know what?

Fine.

You ruined the surprise.

Surprise.

TRACY: What is it?

STEVE: I got you a child who goes pee pee in the potty.

Our son took his first pee pee on the potty.

He did it.

TRACY: Yay?

STEVE: Yeah.

TRACY: What?

How?

I don't understand.

Explain to m that has--

STEVE: He took a pee pee on the potty, and the potty

happened to be inside of a strip club.

TRACY: I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, what?

Did you just say a strip club?

STEVE: Whoa, lower your voice.

Our son is in REM sleep.

The developmental--

TRACY: You took our kid to a strip club today?

STEVE: Not--

TRACY: A smoke filled--

STEVE: Technically speaking, OK, yes, we

went to a strip club.

TRACY: OK?

STEVE: We were looking for a bathroom.

Da da, da da, potty, potty.

And I saw, it a lot of glare, and I

saw an unmarked building.

TRACY: Right.

STEVE: I thought it might have been a house of worship.

TRACY: But it was a strip club.

STEVE: It happened to be a strip club, yes.

TRACY: OK.

STEVE: It happened to be a strip club.

TRACY: OK, good.

So you went in, went to the bathroom, you left?

STEVE: We went inside, we went to the bathroom, we walked

out, got a lapdance, and we walked out.

We left.

TRACY: OK, what did--

Did you just say--

You just got a lapdance?

STEVE: Yes, we got a lapdance.

TRACY: You got a lapdance?

STEVE: You don't know what happened.

They're very intimidating at these places.

A gigantic black guy came over, looked me

right in the face.

TRACY: Oh, yeah.

And he put a gun to your head?

STEVE: He said, hey man!

Y'all gonna get a lapdance.

TRACY: Really?

STEVE: Yeah.

TRACY: Yeah.

STEVE: Even the boy.

TRACY: Oh, wow.

He just, just like that?

STEVE: Yes.

TRACY: He told you you're going to get a lapdance.

STEVE: Yes.

I was frightened for, for my safety, and for Jack's.

TRACY: So you're telling my baby got a lapdance at a

dirty, filthy strip club, just covered in smoke?

STEVE: I don't know.

I didn't see him.

He was in a separate room.

TRACY: In a separate room?

STEVE: Shh.

TRACY: You've got to be kidding me.

STEVE: You can't do it at the same time, babe.

You can't make eye contact.

There's a very weird thing with boners.

TRACY: I--

STEVE: And for the record.

TRACY: Yeah?

She had nice tits.

TRACY: Oh, OK.

STEVE: But her ass was zitty.

Your ass has got way better complexion.

TRACY: Oh, wow.

Thank you so much, Steve.

That's go great.

That makes me--

STEVE: God, you're making a mountain out of a thong.

You are.

TRACY: Yeah, no, really?

But then, you bring my son Jack.

It reeks like--

No.

Move your foot.

Move your foot, Steve.

STEVE: Why?

There's not underneath my foot.

What food?

STEVE: Steve.

TRACY: Move the--

I'm moving my foot.

TRACY: This foot.

Steve.

STEVE: Oh, god.

TRACY: Destiny?

Really, Steve?

Destiny?

STEVE: I didn't--

TRACY: You got a stripper's phone number.

Are you kidding me?

STEVE: I didn't get a stripper's phone number.

Have you been listening at all?

This thong was in his jacket.

That phone number was in his jacket.

TRACY: Mm-hmm?

STEVE: I think we see what the problem is here.

TRACY: Yeah.

STEVE: You've been raising, like a young Tony Soprano.

TRACY: And did he smoke a cigarette himself?

STEVE: No.

TRACY: Take him to Oprah, you now?

STEVE: Give me this.

I'm going to call this Destiny, and I'm going to tell

her A, we have her thong in case she's looking for it.

TRACY: Oh, yeah.

STEVE: And B, make sure she knows how inappropriate it is

to give a phone number--

TRACY: Yeah.

STEVE: To a young child.

She, she should wait until at least he's 15 years old.

TRACY: Great, yeah.

Yeah.

Why don't you do that?

You do that.

You be busy with that.

STEVE: Fine.

TRACY: And I'll be taking him to swim class from now on.

OK?

TRACY: You sure you wanna do that?

STEVE: Yeah, I do.

TRACY: You really think you're ready to get back into a

bathing suit?

I shouldn't have said that.

Wish I could--

TRACY: Just sleep out on the couch forever.

STEVE: OK.

I like the way cold leather fells on my--

TRACY: Yeah.

Good.

It, it's just unfair, you know?

Because I don't know what's--

STEVE: What did--

What was the last thing you saw?

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