S.A.R.A.H., have you seen my phone?
S.A.R.A.H.?
Great.
Morning, Dr. Blake.
- Good morning. - Morning.
Good morning, Dr. Blake.
Is anyone else gonna come out of there?
It's a closet, not a clown car.
Okay, what were you guys doing in there?
They were both servicing me.
I'm sorry that I asked.
Well, with Holly's essence in S.A.R.A.H.'s computer,
I thought it might be nice to display her
in a holographic form.
I mean, we're just working out the final details.
How do I look?
Exactly like you.
I asked for bigger boobs.
You were perfect before your untimely interruption,
and you are perfect now. Aww.
Air kiss...
I can't actually touch anything...
Yes, Holly, I'm familiar with the concept of holograms.
Fargo, when was the last time that you slept or...
Bathed, or weren't here?
My love can neither sleep nor bathe nor leave.
So I shall do none of these until she can.
And don't worry, I have plenty of sick days accrued.
And I'm giving Dr. Fargo tips on dating
a non-traditional entity.
Yes, because one of you dating my house
wasn't non-traditional enough.
- Where is my phone? - Mom,
I told Dre we'd give him a ride to school today,
so we have to go.
Okay, well, if I could find my phone
or anything else around here.
Dungeon master, where were we?
Approaching a subterranean river
in the caverns beneath the orc-infested keep.
I can use that 50-foot pole
I... I think I found it.
- Where? - There it is.
It... shocked me.
Mine did too. What's going on?
What? What?
Happy Feynman Day.
Great. Feynman Day.
And a fine day for a Feynman Day it is.
You have no clue.
No. Remind me.
Global's version of April fool's day.
Richard Feynman was a Nobel prize-winning physicist
famous for his practical jokes.
So a bunch of science nerds playing pranks on each other.
What could go wrong?
Yes.
I have to go inspect the medical equipment
for the new marine lab before it opens tomorrow.
A day alone in an empty underwater lab
is exactly what I need today.
You mean a day alone with your fiance
- is what you need now. - Well...
It is not my fiance that I'm avoiding.
I think I'll avoid G.D. today myself.
Henry wants to talk about the bachelor party anyway.
Yeah? Well, good luck.
On that note,
Any chance we could maybe, uh...
Nail down a date for the wedding?
It's on my list of things to do.
Great, 'cause I spoke to Zoe, and she's really excited.
And if you look on the calendar, I've actually marked off...
I saw the calendar, and I will, uh,
let my family know about the wedding as soon as I...
Can.
You haven't... You haven't...
Told your family about the wedding?
Please don't get that look.
I... look, I've just been really...
You know what, I don't want to get into it right now. Okay?
- Okay. - I gotta go.
Okay.
Boss.
If you're not busy, I'm gonna head out.
Actually, I think I might have an assignment for you.
You know how Fargo's been living on my couch
and spending every second with his sort of dead girlfriend?
It's not healthy.
I don't imagine it's very good
for your pre-marital bliss either.
No, there is that,
So I'm wondering, in your loveable and tactful way,
if you could maybe...
Kick him to the curb?
Glad we understand each other. Thank you.
Invisible barrier, pre-approved.
Magnetized pants, pre-approved.
Stop! Let me down!
Guys? Guys!
Foam party in the detergent lab not approved!
Who is responsible for this?
I didn't do that.
I'm just here about my brachiopods.
I can't find them.
Dinosaurs. Okay, tell me you're kidding.
No, uh, not brachiosauri.
Artemia salina, to be precise.
Very tiny, very harmless. Just not where they should be.
Missing who-zits... Not on my list.
People, what part of "pre-approved"
- do you not understand? - Relax, Jo.
Try embracing spontaneity for once.
See, you say spontaneity, and I say
reckless disregard for consequences.
I have 1,000 reconstituted lungfish in the estivation lab.
The thermodynamics wing is now a sauna.
And the cafeteria floor is a trampoline.
You're Kinda missing the point of Feynman Day, aren't you?
You mean there's a point to all of this idiocy?
Yes. Some of the greatest innovations in history
were the result of a really cool prank.
How do you think we discovered antimatter and velcro?
- Seriously? - Well, no.
But it's possible, and you're kinda squelching that potential.
Damn straight!
Okay, the next one of you eggheads
to pull an unapproved prank will be subjected
to unapproved discipline.
Spread the word.
What?
It looks like someone treated your clothes
with nanofibers from the meta-materials lab.
Bring on the unapproved discipline.
Get outta here!
EUREKA S05 EP08 - In Too Deep
Sync and corrected by dr.jackson for www.addic7ed.com
What the hell?
Seriously, you drank the coffee I sent you?
You're a dumb-ass.
Just chill. I just messed with the speech center
of your parietal lobe a little bit.
You'll un-beaker in a day or two.
Well, three, tops.
"Congratulations, you've been promoted
to head of section five..."
"Dumb-ass."
This is your idea of payback.
Nice try. You know what? You're right.
You know, you wouldn't have the stones,
so why don't you tell Lupo
to leave the pranks to professionals, okay?
Nice touch, but I'm still not going
anywhere near section five.
Sweet silence.
Computer, status?
Initiating mobile lab detachment.
What? No, no, no. No detachment.
Computer, override.
Override unauthorized.
Prepare for airlock seal.
What? No. Remain docked. Remain docked!
Help! Help!
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone up there?
Damn it.
Mobile lab launch successful.
Yeah, depends on your point of view.
Surprise!
You pulled a prank on me?
Well, I wouldn't so much call it a prank
- as a surprise! - I hate surprises.
How do you not know that about me?
Well, I didn't think it was a bad surprise.
My God, one moment alone. Is that so much to ask for?
Come on down. Just...
Think you're gonna like this one.
There you go.
My God.
Come... sit.
I'm virtual Vincent, and I'll be your tour guide
through each delectable course of my feast d'amour
as well as through your undersea cruise
through the enchanting Global Dynamics aquafarm.
Enjoy.
So...
This took a lot of preparation,
Yeah.
Well, that wine isn't gonna pour itself.
No.
Thank you.
Help, please!
Anybody?
Check this out.
No, no! Not approved!
Larry, stop!
You almost unleashed a flood.
Where is your P.A.? I am ending this right now.
Listen up, Global. Feynman Day is over.
Anyone perpetrating a prank, authorized or not,
will be spending the night in lockup.
As grand Poo-Bah of section five,
I demand to be amused.
Let the section five pranks continue.
Mr. Donovan...
And by the way,
you're looking smokin', Lupo.
What?
Really?
Holly rolls a 20!
Head shot...
That eliminates the last of the orc combatants.
Do you wish to proceed deeper into the keep?
Guys, here's a thought.
You know how college roommates have a sign
to let the other one know they're getting busy inside?
"A," my college experience
did not involve a lot of "getting busy."
And, "B," does the compound word non sequitur
mean anything to you?
I'm going somewhere with this.
Seeing as how we're both romantically involved
with this house, to one degree or another,
perhaps we should have a similar system.
Like today, for example.
We could pretend that I put out the sign,
and you have to go.
I'm not going anywhere.
But to be fair, you have been monopolizing
all of her time, and...
You and S.A.R.A.H. have an eternity to spend together.
Holly and I might only have...
Wait, might only...
S.A.R.A.H.? S.A.R.A.H., where did she go?
Is she okay?
I am unable to answer those questions
with any degree of certainty.
As you know, Dr. Fargo, maintaining Holly's existence...
Just get her back as soon as you can... get her back!
Have what?
Only have until the end of this campaign
until I have to go back to work.
S.A.R.A.H., we're going deeper.
Nice...
If Zane wants discipline,
I will give him discipline.
Not approved!
This salad is really delicious.
Every ingredient in your kelp salad
was organically grown right here in Eureka's own aquafarm,
the largest manmade saltwater ocean habitat in the world.
Alli... how could you not tell your family?
Jack, please, can we just enjoy this meal?
Here's an interesting tidbit.
Lake Archimedes is home to over 10,000 forms
of aquatic life.
When I'm excited about something in my life...
For instance, my wedding day...
I like to share it with my loved ones.
- And I'm going to tell them. - Okay, when?
'Cause it feels like you're stalling.
This from the guy who took four years to ask me out?
I mean, what is the big rush?
Let's just take a breath.
- A breath for what? - And remember,
there's no need for you lovebirds to be shy
around virtual Vincent.
What happens in the mobile obser...
Lights.
Maybe we should just do this another time.
Maybe we should.
What do you mean?
Well, what to you mean?
I meant lunch.
Right, that's what I meant too. Lunch.
All right.
Henry told me how to take it out of autopilot.
I've just gotta remember the sequence.
- Jack. - Hold on, I...
I did it with a song. It was...
Seven...
Jack...
- Four... - Jack!
What... yeah...
That doesn't look like it's on the programmed tour.
Okay, number sequence.
Right, it's... it's, uh...
Seven. The... the...
- Four... uh... the... - Go on!
Yes! Watch it!
Gotta say I was expecting something
a little worse.
Auxiliary power activated.
Okay, well, whatever it was, it fried the power.
Propulsion, navigation, communication... they're all down.
All right. Now what?
We drift down to the bottom of the lake,
and we brace for touchdown.
Brace, brace, brace.
Again, not so bad.
Yeah!
That's bad!
Don't move.
Okay.
What the hell are those?
- Automatic safety shields. - Okay.
Jack, we are not on stable ground.
If we go over the edge, this lab was not built
to take that kind of fall.
Okay, can, uh... Can we drop anchor?
Secure to the lake bed?
- It's okay. - We don't have an anchor.
All right, can we, uh...
Maybe fire torpedoes?
Jack, this is a marine lab, not the Red October.
How 'bout fire a...
Like a... like... Like a grappling hook thing...
- Seriously? - Well, at least I'm trying!
Wait a minute, the lab does have a couple sample probes.
If I could bypass the electronic trigger,
I could... I could manually launch
all the probes towards the trench at once,
and maybe the reaction will push us backwards
onto stable ground.
Yeah, that's different from firing torpedoes.
And now an explosion in the alkali metals lab?
Seriously, if undermining my authority wasn't enough,
someone could have really been hurt.
Jo, come on. I didn't blow this place up.
Are you going to deny these assorted acts
of "spontaneity" too?
All right, well, that one was me,
but you've gotta admit it was kind of funny.
Okay, Zane...
Okay, wait, wait, wait.
There is a common denominator to a bunch of these,
but it's not me, it's water.
They're all water-based. Look at this.
Steam in thermodynamics, reconstituted lungfish.
Fishbowling Fargo's office, the avalanche of lather.
Yeah, and alkali metals,
which don't exactly play well together.
Watch.
The reaction's so violent that it ignites
the liberated hydrogen gas.
All right.
Rubidium... water...
You might want to stand back a little bit.
Okay.
You ready?
Multiply that by a couple thousand grams...
And you get fireworks.
Yeah. Not exactly the spirit of Feynman Day.
- Maybe this wasn't a prank. - What do you mean?
- Do you hear that? - What?
I think it's... Behind here.
- A broken down sprinkler? - No.
The lab uses a halon fire suppression system.
So where's the water coming from?
Henry, I was just headed your way.
Okay, so G.D.'s water systems are in the clear.
No leaky pipes, no overflows. Nada.
Where's this water coming from?
Lake Archimedes.
Okay. Wasn't expecting that.
Yeah, you and me both.
I analyzed the water from the pranks,
and the high content of artemia salina
was the same in each.
It's from our lake, no question.
Who... back it up. Arti who?
Artemia salina. Tiny brachiopods?
Fowler.
Whatever it is you're doing,
does it have to be done on the tippy side of the boat?
Do you really think I arbitrarily
just picked a spot to bypass the electrical system?
If my weight hasn't put us over the brink.
I don't think a few more minutes is likely to make a difference.
"Likely" is the word I'd like to focus on.
Well, I am going to focus on my plan
to move us back from the edge of oblivion.
Your plan... Which is based on my plan.
Yes, Jack, you are the genius.
Wait, that's it, isn't it?
That's what?
Why you haven't told your family.
I don't measure up against the geniuses you brought home.
Come on, you have to know, after all these years,
the differences in our I.Q. don't mean anything to me.
Aha! So you admit there's a difference!
Of course there's a difference.
What are the odds that we would be exactly the same?
Well, I don't know.
I'm not bright enough to figure it out!
You know what, Jack, this is your issue, not mine.
What do you think, I go around comparing your I.Q.
with my previous husbands'?
I do now.
You know what? Me and my genius I.Q.
are gonna go back to saving our lives.
Aaaah!
At least we survived the descent.
Yeah.
So we're good?
Yeah, we're great.
That's not what I...
Never mind.
You know, when we don't get back on time,
Jo will know what to do.
She's built for this sort of rescue.
Great. Maybe she'll wear her sexy cat suit
for the occasion.
I saw you two in the corner at G.D. this morning
whispering together.
We were whispering about this.
She's the one who helped me pull it off.
Well, look how great it's turned out.
You're... You're still hung up on her?
That was a fake relationship between a fake her
and a fake me in a fake computer world!
A fake computer world designed to follow
a plausible course of events!
If you think that I spend my day
comparing computer-world Jo to you, that's your issue,
not mine.
Jack, what are we doing?
Is that a trick question?
Because I'm not very bright, so...
We never used to be like this.
I mean, our life is becoming nuts.
I hadn't noticed.
I guess it's always nuts.
But we have always been able
to get through anything together.
Jack, I'm not worried about Jo, or even the differences
between us.
I'm worried about losing what we have.
And you really think that's gonna happen?
I think that it's already happening.
We've gotten so caught up in the romance of things,
we haven't stopped to think about reality.
The merging of our households, our family.
The chaos of it all.
Jack, our kids will become our kids.
What if things don't work out?
I never thought about it not working out.
Yeah, well, there's a lot at stake here.
I mean, it's...
It's something that we have to consider.
What you and I have built together
is sacred to me.
And if we do this...
And it doesn't work out...
We will never be able to go back to the way things were.
Before.
At this moment, you'll get a remarkable view
of the famous Archimedes trench.
But you wouldn't want to take the plunge into that abyss.
That thing... Is crazy deep!
Fowler, I found your missing brachiopods.
Yeah, along with a cubic ton of lake water
that you neglected to mention.
Well, the water's not important.
Well, Dr. Fargo might feel differently
when he's swimming to his desk.
Do you know how many labs,
how many projects you've destroyed today?
I was trying to fine-tune my targeting system
before the marine lab opens tomorrow.
Look, it seems that particle entanglement is more,
or perhaps less entangled than I originally anticipated.
And Dr. Fargo's recent redaction of my recent redaction
is contingent upon proof that my matter relocator
has practical applications, hence the brachiopods.
Okay, less "why," more "how."
Okay, I have been attempting to transfer
a sample of artemia salina from lake Archimedes all day.
Now, my readouts show that it's been both taken and deposited,
but...
But you flooded G.D. instead.
You know, I bet someone's Feynman Day antics
are responsible for scrambling my directional signal,
not to mention my job security.
Okay, listen, I'm gonna deal with the pranksters,
but in the meantime, I want this machine kept off.
Someone left the faucet on?
No, someone left Feynman Day on.
Would you please go and shut down
any section five pranks still in play?
Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do,
but those guys aren't gonna listen to me.
Whether you believe it or not,
you're head of section five.
So just stop acting like a 12-year-old and man up.
Okay.
- But if this is a prank... - Zane...
I'm not interested in stooping to your level.
My level. Real... ly?
Does that look like a chunk of the new submersible to you?
To me it looks like a key section
of the digital integrated circuitry
that powers every operating system on board.
Worse than chunk.
Yeah, a little bit.
The mobile lab's not too mobile anymore.
How'd that get here?
Fowler relocated it.
Henry, please answer.
And the paladin rolls another 20!
It's not very fair, your being able
to control your roll so precisely and all.
Yeah, but he's on our team, so sha-bam!
Head shot!
Hold on.
I'm taking a sick day, Jo. This better be important.
Fargo, we have an emergency search and rescue.
We need you at G.D.
When you say emergency, is that with a little "E"?
- Doug, go. - Yeah, but we're...
It's not like I won't be here when you get back.
Don't worry, Dr. Fargo,
I'll watch after your girl for you.
I'll call you if anything happens.
Okay.
My turn?
- Tell me you found them. - Yeah, we're working on it.
Jack and Allison did not take the programmed route.
Well, what about communications?
No go. We've got rescue divers combing the water.
They're doing high and low-resolution
sonar sweeps of the lake.
Sweeps complete.
No hits. How's that possible?
Okay, they're down there somewhere... we missed them.
- Impossible, unless... - The Archimedes trench.
It's more than a mile deep, and that lab will not
survive the pressure for very long.
How do we get to them?
We can borrow a submersible from the nearest naval base,
but that'll take hours to prep and transport.
- How much oxygen do they have? - Nine hours, maybe more.
If that capsule's still intact,
we'll get 'em back.
I trust you're both enjoying the "lobster du love.."
This succulent invertebrate is one of lake Archimedes'
most voracious bottom feeders
and is a denizen of the aquafarms
- you're now passing on the right. - Really?
One thing works down here, and it's gotta be him.
Every seafood lover has had a bite
of one of these succulent creatures.
Any seafood lover wouldn't have it any other way.
- You... - Enjoy...
Can you please stop banging?
It's clearly not working.
Clearly.
Okay, listen.
I'm sure everyone's working hard to find us,
so while we wait, can we please not fight?
Or bang things.
Okay.
Who's in the mood for something sweet?
The pressure!
Go! Go!
Go!
My God.
Come on!
What's the point of an airlock if it's not airtight?
Can we seal this?
Jack, I don't think we can stop this lab
from filling with water.
Don't mean to be a buttinski,
but might I suggest a dessert wine?
Sure! What goes good with a watery grave?
I'd have to check the Cafe Diem database
and get back to you in a jiff.
Jack, wait!...
If he can connect to an outside database,
then he has or had a super wi-fi connection.
I realized it just as it left my hand.
Okay, we might have lucked out.
If I can get this thing working again...
Okay...
MayDay! MayDay!
- Vincent, what are you... - Hello? Anyone there?
Can you hear me? Okay, we need help.
We just got vortexted... Or something.
My God, it's Jack! They're using virtual Vincent's
super wi-fi connection to communicate.
We need to open up a two-way signal
and lose the visual.
Then we fell into a trench, and now we're in the airlock,
which, by the way, is not as safe as it sounds!
- All right, Jack, it's Henry. - Henry!
We have a submersible on the way.
It'll take a few hours, but even in the airlock,
you shouldn't be in any danger of losing oxygen.
We're gonna drown before we run out of oxygen.
Henry, we're gonna be underwater in less than ten minutes.
There's gotta be another way to get down there.
Fowler. Turn that thing back on.
- What? - Now!
Okay, he can relocate them.
He brought up a piece of the lab earlier.
It doesn't work.
Zane, you shut down all the pranks, right?
Yeah. Although none of them utilize an energy spectrum
that would have messed with Fowler's system.
That's because it wasn't a prank.
What?
I did some tinkering since we last spoke,
and it turns out my targeting system is faulty.
Even if we had their precise location,
I couldn't pinpoint them.
Well, Zane, you've been targeting me all day. How?
I programmed this baby to lock onto your DNA,
making you the bulls-eye for an infrasonic
meta-material changing frequency.
That's... That's kinda brilliant.
Yeah, I can pleather her at will.
No, for saving Carter and Allison.
We have their DNA on file.
If we can program Zane's DNA target system
into Fowler's matter relocator,
then maybe we've got a shot.
Jack, it's a long shot, but we're gonna use Fowler's device
to relocate you and Allison back to G.D.
I know it sounds risky, but it's all we've got.
Allison, we're trusting our lives
to this thingy that relocated a slab of beef
into Oblivion?
What if it mixes our DNA with, like, fish,
and then we end up like mer-people?
I mean, do they even think about stuff like that?
Jack! We have to stop worrying about what might happen
and start focusing on what we can do right now.
All right, good idea.
Yeah.
So what do you want to do?
Okay...
- Okay, okay... - Okay...
Okay, listen.
The pressure is crushing the lab like a tin can.
- Right. - Okay...
If we can manually disengage
while there's still enough air in here...
Right, oh! Then we can float.
Well, we can hope for neutral buoyancy at best,
but we should be able to get enough separation
to stop the lab's collapse from sucking us in.
Okay. Okay. How do we do it?
Okay, there are four emergency release levers under us.
You have to pull them all to disengage.
Okay, I got it.
I'm on it.
Okay?
Jack?
Jack?!
I got it.
Okay...
It won't budge.
I think it got damaged during the fall.
Okay, then...
- Did you get it? - DNA on demand.
- Where do you want it? - Right here.
God!
The matter relocator will be operative in a few minutes,
so just sit tight.
All right. So we wait.
- Okay. - Okay.
- There's just one more thing. - What?
- I've settled on a date. - What?
Marry me, Jack. Right now.
Are you sure?
I mean, I pictured something a little different.
And, of course, once we do this, we can't go back.
I don't want to go back.
Okay. Henry, uh...
You ready for some on-the-fly officiating?
I don't know.
I was kind of looking forward to being best man.
Yeah, great. You can be both.
Well, Allison's gonna need a maid of honor.
I'm talking to her now.
All right, then. Dearly beloved...
We are gathered here today...
Henry, how about the cliffsnotes version?
Right. Do you, Jack Carter, take Allison Blake
to be your lawfully wedded wife,
for richer or for poorer,
for as long as you both shall live?
- I do. - And do you, Allison Blake,
take Jack Carter to be your lawfully wedded husband
so long as you both shall live?
I do.
Then, if there are no objections...
Hold on.
- What? - Just... I mean, you're not...
We're not just doing this because...
I mean, we're...
We're really doing this, right?
I love you, Jack.
Good answer.
Bring us home, Henry!
Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Jack, Allison, can you hear me?
Jack?
Jack, Allison, can you hear me?
I have a lock on their DNA signatures.
Hit it. Hit it!
Okay.
May I present doctor and mister Jack Carter!
Jack, we're married.
How's it feel?
Wet.
Okay.
Here you go. Thank you.
By the way, you owe me a buck.
What?
You bet against the wedding?
Ii didn't think you'd actually go through with it.
Well, you proved me wrong, so congrats, Carter.
Well, thank you.
We're still going through with that bachelor party,
- though, right? - Well, I think it-it...
It's something we can discuss.
You guys, that was so exciting.
Fowler, you're fired.
I kinda figured.
So thanks for helping Jack with my surprise today...
And for being my maid of honor.
Well, I... I was the only girl here, so...
No.
You really are my maid of honor.
You can cry now.
Thank you.
Chicks. Whatcha gonna do?
Okay.
Don't waste a second with her. Not one.
Congratulations, Carter.
Thanks, Fargo.
- Jack, go be with your wife. - Right.
So what's the deal with me running section five?
It was my idea. You like?
I... I... yeah. But why?
Because you deserve it.
No, no, I-I don't.
Everyone knows I'm a maturity-challenged screw-up
with little to no capacity for leadership.
That's what everyone knew about me too.
It took a time-line shift to throw me into the deep end,
but I swam. So will you.
I'm thinking something small.
Your family and my family...
Yeah, I don't know.
You want to talk about it?
I'm...
It's about Holly.
You're here bright and early.
Gotta make a good impression on my subordinates.
Look, Zane, I may have been a little too uptight
about Feynman Day.
I was wrong.
That's okay.
I would apologize for your wardrobe malfunction,
except your butt just looked so damn good in that outfit.
But I get it.
It's your job to make sure everyone's safe.
And you take it seriously. I can respect that.
I lobbed you a softball, and you took the high road.
Fargo picked the right man for the job.
Yeah. Well, I hope you're right.
Because I just gave myself an assignment
that I can't screw up.
Fargo gave me his trust, and I'm gonna give him something back.
What's that?
Holly.
She's dying again.
We were hoping S.A.R.A.H.'s processors
- could handle her, but... - Is there a computer that can?
No. Whatever Holly is now,
she's more than just information as we know it.
Sustaining her is gonna take a breakthrough
- in computer programming that... - That only you can do.
Exactly.
Identity confirmed.
Welcome, Mr. Donovan.
I'm sure your butt looks pretty good too.
Morning, boss. Mrs. Boss.
Don't worry, I'm not staying... I just thought
you might want somebody to drop off the kids today.
Andy, that's very thoughtful of you.
And I'm gonna take Jenna to the new
animation exhibit after school.
You know, to give you guys
- a few more hours of alone time. - Thanks.
Yeah, I'm gonna get out of your hair too.
You guys have been more than patient,
and I can't keep ignoring my responsibilities.
I am thinking of keeping the beard, though.
I'm not sure that's a good idea, necessarily.
And I can't technically leave, heh,
but I can go into sleep mode to give you privacy
as long as you want. You just...
Okay... stop.
Nobody's going anywhere.
Fargo, in light of Holly,
I think maybe your responsibilities can wait.
And, Andy... Why don't you take a sick day?
Kevin, Jenna,
you're playing hooky today.
So you guys really want to deal with total chaos
on your first full day as husband and wife?
You bet we do.
Our life is total chaos,
and we wouldn't want it any other way.
So... come on.
What's this game we're playing?
A fantasy role-playing game.
We can always add a few more party members to the quest.
All right. Can I be sheriff?
Might he be under a fighter class?
I would say paladin,
because he's a good fighter, right?
That's it.
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