2. The Kiss (第2季)【完整台词】

How come we don't have the same number of containers and lids? Why would they ever get separated? Built-up resentment, money issues, met a younger lid.

- Huh? - Uh-huh.

- Mom, where's my science homework? - It's over there on the table.

So, Alex, honey, what's going on? - Anything exciting? - No.

- Any boys? - No.

I'm feeling a little bit disconnected from Alex right now.

Last week I picked up her cell phone, thinking it was mine and I accidentally read a few flirty text messages that were probably from a boy in her class, which is fine.

Or they're from a drifter.

Come on.

Isn't there something you wanna share with your mommers? Yeah.

Don't call yourself "mommers.

" He blew his lid when she tried to contain him.

Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey .

- Okay, what do you think? - I like it.

- But you don't love it.

- No, I do.

I love it.

- As much as you love the other one? - Ooh.

- Okay.

- Hmm.

The house is on fire.

I only have time to grab one shirt.

Which one do I take? The correct answer is: take Lily.

- After that.

- Okay, the blue one.

Because the gray one washes me out.

Cam, you can't go wrong here.

Everything you've tried on looks great.

- I love you in both of them.

- Oh, you're so nice to me.

Hey.

Mitchell has a problem with public displays of affection.

I remember once at a New Year's Eve Party, stroke of midnight he high-fived me.

Two problems with that: One, gays don't high-five.

Two, gays don't high-five.

I'm home! Mmm.

What smells so good? I'm making chunchullo, a traditional Colombian dish - for dinner with the family tonight.

- Chunchullo.

- What is that, like tacos? - Yes, like tacos.

- No, it isn't.

It's the small intestine of a pig.

- Oh, geez.

Why can't we eat regular food like normal people? I told you, Jay.

My grandmother who rest in peace has been coming to me in my dreams telling me that I'm losing touch with my roots.

See, this is awkward, because my dead Uncle Joe told me to have steak tonight.

No, no, no, Jay.

Have some respect.

My grandmother can hear you.

What do you mean, she can hear us? Well, in our culture, we believe that the dead are all around us.

She's right, Manny.

She could be right here, her bony fingers reaching out from the grave.

Yeah, keep it up, Jay.

There's already one dead person in this room.

You wanna make it two? I'm sorry.

I've got a printer to install.

Oh, Gloria.

Have your grandmother run me up an iced tea in about 10 minutes.

Yeah, she has a better chance of making that work than you.

Why don't you save us the stomping and the swearing and call Phil? - He's good at that stuff.

- Better than me? Phil's not better than me at anything except maybe making that stupid sound with his mouth.

A what-what .

You spit on me.

Haley, honey, I need you to do something for me.

Mom, my arm hurts.

Why don't you find out what it is before you start making up excuses to get out of it? Okay, what is it? I need you to talk to your sister.

I think that there's something going on with her and a boy.

- So? - So? I am your mother and it is my job to make sure that you girls don't get involved with a predator.

Okay, Mom, stop watching Dateline.

And why can't you just talk to her? I have tried to talk to her.

She won't talk to me.

You know that.

That's because you get so weird every time a boy comes near us.

I just don't want you girls to - To make the same mistakes that you did? - No! - No.

- Mom, I'm not an idiot.

I pick up on things.

And I don't think that you were the good girl you pretend you were.

- Wow.

That is so untrue.

I was a very good girl.

- Hmm.

Your kids don't need to know who you were before you had them.

They need to know who you wish you were and they need to try to live up to that person.

They're gonna fall short.

But better they fall short of the fake you than the real you.

Which is why we don't hide anything.

That is the opposite of what I just said.

I was not listening.

Oh! I'll say it again.

I love you in paisley.

Ooh, let me lock the door and draw the curtains.

- What does that mean? - Doesn't mean anything.

- Good.

- You know exactly what it means.

You won't kiss me in front of other people because you're ashamed of who you are.

And yes, I went there.

Okay, you can't say, "Yes, I went there" when you go there all the time.

And by the way, I'm the one who makes speeches on airplanes every time someone looks at us weird.

I'm the one who gives my dad hell when he refers to you as my "friend.

" That's different.

That's confrontation.