Oh, ma, w-what is it? What happened?
Ugh, it just never stops with your father.
What did he do?
He was voted "Man of the Year."
"Man of the Year?"
What has happened to "Time" magazine?
No, no. At his lodge.
What has happened to his lodge?
Oh, they're so stupid.
Women aren't even allowed near the place
until they want one of us to arrange a tribute or something.
Tribute? We gotta go?
I got dibs on "I'm sick" that night.
You do some cop overtime at work.
Monkey on a bus somewhere. Yeah.
No, no. I want to go.
It's an honor to be son of "Man of the Year."
I don't even want to be brother of guy
who wants to be son of "Man of the Year."
No. Robert has the right attitude.
This is a big deal for your father.
And I want nothin' to do with it.
What do you mean? Thought you had to organize the whole thing.
Oh, no!
Oh, yeah, you two are gonna do this
'cause your father's very excited.
He's already bothering me about it.
Dad knows about this?
They don't surprise the Man of the Year anymore.
That's how they lost the last "Man of the Year."
Come on, cubby, we'll do it together.
It'll be nice for dad. What do we have to do, ma?
- Come on, you tell me. - Okay.
The guy said something about a presentation
or some prepared remarks.
Well, what guy?
I don't know. The grand high idiot.
Here, Raymond, sit down. You're doing this.
- You could do a song. - Yeah.
You know that one number I've always loved?
- 'What?' - From "South Pacific?"
Where the guy wears the grass skirt and the coconut bra?
What do you do in that apartment?
Hello, family.
I believe you're in the chair of the year.
Congratulations, dad. I think it's great.
Thank you, but you know...
...I'm just a simple man who tried to make a difference.
I still put my pants on one leg at a time.
Yeah, and when can we look forward to that?
Well, this lodge hasn't changed since we were kids.
Why would children come here?
I think we were here for a Christmas party.
Sure it wasn't to collect smells?
Help you, young fellas?
Uh, we're here for the Man of the Year thing.
We're working on our tribute.
Hey, if you're doing a skit, dress like broads.
That always goes over big.
"South Pacific."
Yeah, we're doing a video. We're doing a video.
Yeah, we're just putting together like a testimonial
tape some of the members talking about my father.
Yeah, well, you could do that.
Uh, you'll find the guys out by the pool.
But I-I gotta tell you, a little lipstick and some falsies
and we're all yours.
Hey, nice pool. What a great hangout.
Hey, let's talk to this guy right over here.
Excuse me, sir. Can we talk to you for a second?
Sure.
Uh, we'd like to ask you some questions about Frank Barone.
Shoot.
Number one...
...why aren't you wearing a bathing suit?
It's obviously lodge policy.
It's tradition.
Maybe we shouldn't film in here.
No, no. It's fine. I'll tell ya what.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna set up right here
and state your name, and Raymond here's
gonna interview you a little, alright?
Listen, I don't want to interview.
Let me hold the camera.
Come on, Ray. Can't ya see the guy's gettin' cold?
Alright, here we go.
Uh, uh, I don't know.
Uh... action!
Alright, alright, I'm here with...
I'm here with, what, what did you say your name was?
Abe Warcheiser, but everybody calls me Bullethead.
Alright. Bullethead.
Uh, just tell us why you like Frank Barone.
I don't like Frank Barone.
Okay...
Can I get back in the pool now?
Yeah. Please.
That's gotta hurt.
Jeez, he doesn't like dad.
You're worried about what Bullethead thinks?
Hey, excuse me, sir!
Listen, you know Frank Barone, right?
- What of it? - Well, w-we're doing a tribute.
You guys elected him "Man of the Year."
We're down to him? Sheesh.
Maybe these guys don't know dad so well.
Yeah, but maybe they do.
Hey-hey, look. There's his friends from poker!
'Hey, Garvin, Stan.'
Hey, Robert! Hey, Ray's here!
Hey, Garvin, hi. How are ya? Hi, Stan.
Hey, Ray, what's goin' on with the video?
Well, i-it's for dad's tribute. Look, this is perfect.
You guys could do it together. Okay?
And ready, Ray? And... action.
- H-h-hey, it's rollin'? - Yeah, okay.
Alright, we're here with Garvin--
Hey, Frank, you owe me 50 bucks!
You gave me your word, I ain't heard from ya since.
You been ducking me for a year and a half, you hear me?
Fifty bucks is nothin'.
How 'bout the dent you put in my car?
You tell me it wasn't you.
I have eyewitnesses!
And I have a bill.
I wish I had pockets 'cause I'd carry it with me.
Wait right here!
You're a liar!
A liar, you hear me?
Liar!
Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, Ray, it's really nice to see ya again, you know?
Take care there, buddy, huh?
Hey, say hi to your mom.
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
Maybe we can piece something together i-in editing. You know?
Excuse me, guys. Just start, start rollin'.
Hi, uh, we just want to ask a few questions
if you don't mind.
Uh, how do you feel about... chocolate?
- Really good. - My favorite.
Delicious. Always delicious.
- Sure, I like-- - Frank Barone.
I can't get enough.
It's my favorite.
Mm-mmm-mmm.
My wife goes nuts for--
- Frank Barone. - A wonderful gift.
- Who doesn't like-- - Frank Barone.
Mm-mmm-mmm.
Come on, dad, what are ya doin'?
- That was a tribute? - What, you didn't like it?
It was stupid.
And it was so short.
Yeah, well, we kinda went with a fast, MTV kind of editing.
Well, I didn't get it.
A-and what's with Carrelli saying he likes me hot
with marshmallows?
- I told you to get rid of that. - It was cute.
Why don't you get back in there with Debra and the kids
and enjoy your free steak?
Frank, what are you doing?
Come on, Marie, we're going home.
What are you talkin' about? This is your big night.
It's not so big anymore. Let's go.
You didn't even finish your steak.
I'm not hungry.
Shoulda dressed like broads.
Would you stop?
The boys did nothing wrong.
You wanted them to make you a tribute
they made you a tribute.
I can't wait for my eulogy.
You still don't walk out on an evening
that your sons planned for you.
Tom Chervenak got a tribute that lasted 37 minutes!
The guys made a whole video on his life
and-and with big speeches and laughs
and how much they love him.
Then they did a big, wonderful music thing
where they all dressed up like broads.
Well, Robbie was ready to dress up.
That stunk, what they did, alright?
I know a tribute.
They're not welcome in this house anymore.
- Oh, really? - That's correct.
- So they let you down? - Yes.
And what about your buddies at the lodge?
What about them?
Don't you think if they had said something great
that Raymond and Robbie would have put it in?
Isn't that what's really bothering you?
♪ I've got pickles for toes
♪ And a rutabaga nose
- Frank, what are you doing? - I'm watching.
♪ Sassafras hair and a melon under there ♪
Come on, shut that off, please.
Quiet. I can't hear.
Would you shut it, Frank?
♪ I'm the veggie wedge man
♪ And you can eat me try my hand ♪
Stupid crap.
You know what? I'm quittin' that lodge.
- Good. - What do you mean, "Good?"
It's a stupid lodge.
It's full of crotchety old men
who think the greatest luxury in life
is sweating naked and coughing.
And all you ever do is complain about them.
Why didn't you say something before?
It gets you out of the house.
Come on, let's go to bed.
- 'Hey.' - What?
What-what would you... say?
What?
What would you say in a tribute?
What do you mean?
What would you say in a tribute to me?
W-well, I don't know, Frank. They didn't ask me.
Okay.
I would say he's been my husband for 42 years
that we have two wonderful boys together
and three beautiful grandchildren.
Isn't that right?
That's it?
L-l-let me finish.
And that he's always been there for us
and been a good provider
and that even though we squabble every now and then
I know that he's the one for me.
And whatever I did to deserve him, I'll live with.
I like that.
With the humor. Yeah.
Now... can I ask you something?
Come on, let's go to bed.
No, no. Oh, come on, Frank.
We were talking.
I'm tired. I'm goin' to bed.
Oh, sure, now you got what you need from me
now you're goin' to sleep.
What else is new?
What do ya want?
I want to have a conversation, Frank.
I want to talk to you.
Is that asking so much?
I know where this is goin'.
Good. Come here. Sit down here, please.
How much talking can a guy take?
Thank you.
Now...
...what would your tribute for me be?
- Well? - This is stupid.
It wasn't stupid when you just asked me.
Yes, it was. I-I now realize how stupid it was.
Well, I gave you a very lovely and generous answer, didn't I?
Well, didn't I?
Alright.
What are you getting ready for?
I'm not anointing you here.
Well, it isn't every day that you say nice things about me.
Well, it's not every day that you force me.
Oh, stop it, Frank.
Come on, what were you gonna say?
Sometimes you spit when you talk.
Oh, that's it. That's it!
Hey, what did I say? Come on.
You're the one for me!
You want to know why people don't love you, Frank?
You want to know? 'Cause you offer them nothing.
That's right. You have to give love, Frank, to get it.
And you have never, ever been willing to do that.
You just take and take and take and expect everybody
to accept your obnoxious, horse's ass of a personality
and everybody has to put up with it because it's you.
Y-you know what the sad part is?
You are surrounded by family who happen to love you anyway
and you push them away.
You push us all away.
You don't have to push anymore.
You're not gonna talk to me about this?
Frank?
This is not a marriage, Frank.
A marriage is two people sharing things, talking
and if they have a problem, they talk about it.
You don't just sit there and wait for the other one
to go away.
'And I'll tell you what it makes'
'better than anything else'
'than anything you'll find anywhere else.'
'Did someone say sandwiches?'
Yes.
Ooh.
'...takes care of the entire process...'
We're gonna talk about this.
Aw, crap!
- Jeez. - Oh, stop it, Frank.
A guy wants to go to bed, he gets attacked by a kabuki.
Oh, stop it.
Alright.
Now, you talk to me.
Alright. Look, I, uh, know the boys did their best.
I know, uh, it's my own stupid fault
if people aren't crazy about me. And I'm sorry to everybody.
You're just saying that so I'll leave you alone.
You still can't think of anything nice to say about me?
How 'bout I sleep on it?
It's all jokes.
Frank, what are you doing? No, no, no.
I need that. Frank, F...
I like you better without the crap on your face.
Oh, Frank.
Okay?
You should try and say something like that to me every day.
I'll try.
Hey, uh...
What?
Well, I am "Man of the Year."
Yes, you are.
And I'm lookin' to move up from man once a year.
See?
With the humor.
Want to go to bed?
I just, uh...
Oh, honey, what?
You didn't do anything wrong.
I liked that tribute.
Made me hungry.
I don't know.
Maybe I should apologize.
I... You know what?
We'll all feel better if I just call.
What, are they not home?
I don't know. Nobody's answering.
H-hello? Yeah, dad.
Are you okay?
Yeah. No, I just...
I wanted, about the tribute--
'Do you know what time it is?'
Alright! Okay.
I just... I didn't... Alright. Okay. Sorry.
What's he calling now for?
I don't know.
You know, sometimes I wish
they didn't live across the street.