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00:21:32
H. Jon Benjamin, Dan Mintz, Eugene Mirman
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Your abs look like challah bread.
Ok, so the special comes with feta cheese,
I'm turning on the grill! Beep boop. Whoosh!
I'd like to order a hamburger.
I might just bunk with Gram and Gramps.
Linda, sweetheart, you've got more than you can handle here.
I'm having a seizure!
In the tuna fish!
There's nothing wrong with a man enjoying his crawl space
Louise, you're gettin' cereal everywhere.
He can have a turkey burger.
It's a prohibition thing. Oh.
Do you see a lion or a witch or a wardrobe?
Father, in life, this restaurant was your curse.
Oh, my god. The boys' locker room must be right over there.
Right now I'm looking up guideline for when and how
You haven't even fixed the leak yet.
I got detention. Aw, come on.
Now, in death, your restless spirit haunt this place.
I mean, you already kind of nag like she does. Whoop.
I borrow Gene's camera so I can document my experience.
Ok. After we get my parents settle,
Gene's room smell like farts.
Gloria: Who's trap in the wall?
I hear you laugh. Are you writing it?
Bob, quit foolin' around in there.
[Normal] shut up, Kuchi.
Social services should get involve in a case like this.
So now I wake up every night standing in the middle of my room,
Hey, I bet I can get down there.
You know, that taste so good,
Your father and I have decide to stay another night.
He's losing it in there.
Uh, I forget.
And this one, he is nuts, but guess what.
Gene, Louise, you sleep in Tina's room.
She will, repeatedly and loudly.
You barely notice those.
Crisis crayons, absolutely.
Linda, that's your mom's throat clear exactly.
Tina, you're quarantined. You sleep alone.
Ah. Bob, soft: Kill him.
Eh, whose room am I behind?!
So your mother-in-law is quite willful.
Uh, I mean, almost done!
You know what? We actually don't need you to come and get Bob out.
I mean, you already kind of nag like she does. Whoop.
Come back soon, you two.
Ok, enough.
I'll sleep later.
I'm in a wall. Go look it up, though.
How far are you on that history report?
Uhh. Keep it together, Bob.
You ever hear of a cocktail called the swanky-panky?
He went bonkers, Bob.
I think my subconscious fears and my budding sexuality
This is embarrassing to me.
Now, in death, your restless spirit haunts this place.
Hiding in the walls was selfish and dumb.
It's a little loud in here.
I'm stuck!
Yeah. They're weird now. Oh, boy.
No! You're a grown man!
I don't think they're even alive anymore.
Dad, why do you get so mad when grandma Gloria
Yeah. I'm gonna make him proud of me.
You're in a tight spot, huh, Bobby?
Wow. This is amazing.
That's interesting.
Bad modeling, poor boundaries--
No. Louise already told you I'm the ghost of her dead dad.
Linda: Come on, Bob. It's late.