My Boys

(Brendan, P.J. and Bobby are at breakfast, and Brendan is acting weird) P.J.: What's wrong with you? Brendan: I don't know. I am not right. P.J.: Dude, you are sick, okay? Just go see a doctor. Brendan: No. No doctors. P.J.: No doctors? What are you, like a wounded bank robber? Brendan: My health insurance got canceled. I have no choice. I've got to go to Dr. Brando now. Bobby: Who's Dr. Brando? P.J.: He's the doctor that lives inside his head. Brendan: Went to Harvard medical school. Bobby: Inside your head? Brendan: Whatever dude, it's Harvard. P.J.: Anyway, it's Brando's self-diagnosing, usually using the internet. And the last time he did it, it did not go very well. Brendan: He diagnosed it correctly. It was a sprained ankle. P.J.: And Dr. Brando made you buy that supermarket cane and your ankle healed wrong. Brendan: A ha! But it did heal. Bobby: Harvard. Brendan: Hell yeah.

(Bobby, P.J. and Brendan are at breakfast talking about Elsa's deportation) P.J.: Well, you could do the long distance thing til she gets back. Bobby: Yeah, but does that ever really work out? I mean, let's be honest. It's just a lot of phone calls that are like, "What's wrong?" " Nothing." "I miss you." "I miss you too." "Why are you getting all quiet?" "Because I'm tired. It's four A.M." Brendan: And before you know it, she's telling you about hiking with her new best friend Olaf, and how she and Olaf did the funniest thing the other day. Bobby: Wait a second. Who's Olaf? Brendan: Oh, you'll see.

Bobby: I just got off the phone with Elsa. There's maybe a problem with her visa. Kenny: You're kidding me. Bobby: No. She might not be able to keep working in the States. Mike: That sucks man. Andy: Wait a minute, does this mean I need a new nanny? Bobby: Yeah, maybe. She's calling Meredith right now. Andy: I gotta be smart this time. I gotta find a nanny that's as good as Elsa, but looks like Kenny. P.J.: So you're looking for a cross between Kenny and Elsa? (everyone looks at Mike) Mike: What? Why is everyone looking at me?