Lunch is in the oven.

Right. Why don't you watch a little TV, Anais, while I go and check on the lunch?

Hey guys, can you step in here for a moment?

What is it, honey?

Why is it upside down?

It said on the pack to place it in the oven at 180 degrees.

You're probably not going to like dessert either.

What is it?

Creme... very brulee.

What is the matter with you?

And tomorrow there'll be high temperatures with a few IV drips of rain.

Then things may take a turn for the nurse, so be sure to take intensive care.

Do you want Anais to end up like the three of you?

What do you mean?

I need everyone to stop acting like they use paint fumes for cologne.

Uh, Mom?

No, I haven't finished yet.

This is about the future of your sister, okay?

And if you think about it, yours as well.

I mean, ten years from now, Anais may be the only difference between you two being in Penn State or State Penn.

I...

I'm still not finished.

If you can't do it for yourselves, at least think about what you're going to do for the rest of your lives.

I...

I'm still not finished.

If you can't do it for yourselves, at least do it for her.

Can I speak now?

Yes.

She's gone.

It was hard enough protecting her from your stupidity.

Now we have to protect her from the whole world?

There!

A piñata.

Richard, do something!

I've got this!

Free candy!

Come away from there!

Free candy!

Come away from there!

Free candy!

Come away from there!

Free candy!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Get off the freeway!

I've got this!

Nothing stupid, okay?

Ten miles an hour ought to do it.

101!

Yeah!

What is wrong with your sight?

You cause constant destruction!

What is wrong with your sight?

Constant destruction!

What is wrong with your sight?

Destruction!

What is wrong with your sight?

Destruction!

Construction!

Sight!

I can't look!

I can't look!

I've got this!

Oh, Anais!

Well, that ends well.

Let's all go home and run a CT scan and another blood test.

Oh, my gosh.

None of this is real.

All right.

She's going to be all right.

Thank goodness you're okay.

What?

What happened?

Do you know how we weren't supposed to say or do anything stupid for a week?

Anais cannot be exposed to any form of stupidity for an entire week.

Not all days!

You've been out of bed for 36 hours.

In 12-bed pants.

So what now, Doctor?

What's the prognosis?

Well, the symptoms are regular headaches, stress, face palming, and an abnormal amount of shouting.

It's called family, and I'm afraid there's no cure.