[upbeat saxophone music]
- The pain medication
might make Mr. Furley
a little woozy, so don't let
him text any ex-girlfriends.
- When are you going to retire
that corny-ass joke?
- When it stops making
everyone's frickin' day.
- I saw on the security camera,
we got another compliment.
[sighs] I love feeling
like I'm part of the team
without actually having
to interact with anyone.
- Dr. Pocha,
it's creepy that you watch us
on the cameras.
I usually charge people
for that.
- Another one for Mayan.
They love
that cat texting joke.
Never retire it.
- That means so much
coming from such
a great friend and mentor.
It's like I'm Oprah,
and you're Gayle.
I mean, you're Oprah,
and I'm Gayle.
- What do you want?
- A 5% raise,
my photo on the website,
and Brookie's parking spot?
- [gasps]
- I'll give you the raise.
- Yes.
- But that's actually
my parking spot.
I gave it to Brookie
because I want customers
to think my license plate says
"Bad Bitch."
- [squeals]
- [laughs]
Congratulations on the raise,
and nice try
stealing my parking spot,
but a bad bitch
doesn't walk three blocks.
[upbeat saxophone music]
♪ ♪
- Mayan.
- Hey, how'd
the T-ball game go?
- Amazing.
Two parents thought I was
Chance's mom,
and they were reading books
during the game,
so you know they're smart.
- I meant how did the game go
for Chance?
- Oh, it was a bloodbath.
- I need a beer
and a tequila chaser,
and maybe if I black out,
I can forget that game.
- Same.
I'll take a milk in my room.
Actually,
let's do chocolate milk,
and make it a double.
- Where does he get this stuff?
- Was the game that bad?
- [sighs]
It's not about the scoreboard.
Okay, as their coach,
I am teaching these kids
about courage
in the face of defeat.
- All you're teaching them
is how to lose,
and after losing
I think they got it.
- You know, it doesn't matter
what you say, George,
'cause as long
as I got this hat on,
I'm the boss.
- Milk!
- Yep.
- Ay,it's a shame you keep
missing Chance's games.
You need to ask your boss
to let you off work early.
- I just asked for a raise.
I can't ask
to leave early, too.
- Just do what I do.
Use one of the three Ds--
death, discrimination,
or diarrhea.
- As a mom,
your kid looks up to you.
You don't want
to let them down.
So you have to do whatever
it takes to be there for them.
- I know, Mom.
You were perfect.
- Oh, your words, not mine.
I always had a full-time job,
and I still managed to be
at your T-ball games,
your dance recitals,
and your OB-GYN appointments.
- That was last week,
and I told you to stop coming.
- I'm telling you, Mayan,
you don't want to regret
not being there for Chance
the way someone wasn't there
for your T-ball games.
- I was at those T-ball games.
- You were passed out
in your car.
- If a tree falls in the woods
and nobody's there
to hear it...
it's still in the woods.
It's just laying there...
sleeping it off.
♪ ♪
- You ready
for your game,gordo?
- Dad, we need to talk.
- An open dialogue?
That's so mature.
My little man's growing up!
- The team voted,
and we don't want you
to be our coach anymore.
- You're a baby, and you don't
know what you're talking about.
- I'm sorry.
Nobody gets into T-ball
to fire their dad.
- I-I have the coach's hat.
- Yeah, and I'm gonna need
that back for the new guy.
- Aw, man!
Did we miss it?
sh**t!
- Wait, wait, wait.
Your--your grandpa
is taking my place?
- And me.
I'm the third-base coach.
My first rule is no more
overly positive cheers like,
"Losing isn't hard to do when
we lose to friends like you."
- It's catchy, and it makes
everyone feel good.
- We've been faking it!
Grandpa and tío Oscar promised
to make us champs!
I want a trophy, dog!
- Are you sure, Chance?
As in maybe give
your old man a second one.
- Sorry, just like me,
you only get one.
♪ ♪
- Hi, Mom.
Why are you mopping?
I just cleaned
the floors this morning.
- I see you think that's true.
- At least it's the kitchen,
not the bedroom.
I feel really weird about you
organizing my sex toys.
- Oh, no, don't worry.
I disinfected them first.
They're cooling off
on the stove.
What are you doing here anyway?
Shouldn't you be
at Chance's game?
Did you ask your boss
for the time off?
- No, because like I told you,
she just gave me a raise.
I'm not gonna leave her
to close by herself.
- That's sweet, how you're
bending over backwards
for a total stranger.
If only you had
the same level of dedication
to your own child.
- Mommy, we won!
I hit a home run!
- Yeah, it was a great night
for everyone.
They won their game,
and I was nominated
to run the snack booth.
- You don't miss
being the coach?
- No, I am loving
the opportunity to show Chance
how to bounce back
from rejection
with grace
and a mandatory hairnet.
- Get ready
to bounce again, bro...
'cause the kids hated
your figs in a blanket,
- Okay, let's get you
upstairs, papa.
- Damn, I'm exhausted, man.
Those kids don't listen.
They complain, and when you
need 'em, they disappear.
- It makes sense
they made you their leader.
You know, Mayan knows the game,
and she's great with kids.
If she was there,
she could help you,
and Chance could have
a parent at the games.
- I'm there.
- Stick to the figs there,
Snack Efron.
I'd love Mayan to help,
but she can't get off work.
- She only thinks
she can't get off work.
Come here.
Just like she thinks
that these floors are clean.
It takes a village
to raise a perfect mom,
and I am that village.
- She just took the dog.
You think that's something
we need to worry about?
- I think we should be worrying
about what's for dinner.
- Now, who can tell me what's
wrong with this sentence?
"Always play fair
unless you're losing,"
which is why
I want to introduce you
to your newest teammate,
Robbie,
AKA the Mexicutioner!
- Yo.
- We work out at the same gym.
- Robbie mostly plays football.
- How does that help us?
- Okay, imagine Coach Oscar
is the first baseman
on the other team.
Robbie comes up at bat.
He gets a hit,
and I yell,
"Send 'em home, Robbie!"
And boom!
Out for the rest of the season!
Look who it is.
- I know, I know.
I'm Betty cr*cker.
- You can say that, not me.
- I just wanted
to show the team
that when life gives you
lemons, you make lemon bars.
- You know what?
I know you're upset.
You can drop the act, okay?
There aren't any kids around
to hear you.
- One of these days,
when you least expect it,
I will find something you love
and ruin it for you.
[upbeat saxophone music]
♪ ♪
- Who do we have here?
Hey, Churro.
What brings you in today?
That's your cue.
- Oh, I thought you read
their minds or something.
I'm worried
about her bad breath.
- Oh.
Well, given that they lick
their butts throughout the day,
you got to cut 'em
a little slack.
Hmm, looks good.
I'll give you
some dental treats.
Anything else I can do for you?
- Yes, you can start
treating my daughter
with a little respect.
- I'm sorry.
I respect you, Churro.
- No.
My daughter is Mayan.
- Your Mayan's mom?
- Oh, I know.
We look like
we could be sisters.
And I need you
to let her off work early
so she can attend her son's
T-ball games on Thursdays.
[door opens]
- Hey, Dr. Pocha, I--
Mom? Oh, my God,
what's wrong with Churro?
- Nothing.
Your mom just came down
to ask if you can leave early
for your son's T-ball games.
- She what?
I'm so sorry, Dr. Pocha.
Her brain's been pickled by
huffing Jean Nate and Fabuloso.
I'll take care of this.
- Okay.
I'll let you two talk.
This mother-daughter dynamic
is why I came in one weekend
and spayed myself.
[chuckles] I didn't.
[both laugh]
Or did I?
- I can't believe
you showed up at my work
and confronted my boss--
I'm so embarrassed.
- What? You weren't going
to do it, so I did.
I'm a doer.
- This isn't double-mopping
my floors
or asking my gyno
to look a little deeper.
This is my place of work.
How is my boss supposed
to respect me
when my own mother doesn't?
- Okay.
It's not even my fault.
If you want to blame someone,
blame your father.
- Ho-ho, I will.
Wait, for what?
- Yeah.
He was complaining
like always, saying,
[imitates George] "Oh, coaching
these kids--it's too hard.
"I'm overwhelmed.
"I don't know
how to be a husband,
"a father, a lover, a coach.
Orale."
And then he asked me to come
speak to your boss, so I did.
It could've been
so much worse, Mayan.
- Okay, so you were trying
to respect me,
but Dad put you
in a bad situation.
I'm sorry, Mom.
- [groans]
All is forgiven--
not forgotten but forgiven.
♪ ♪
- Coach Grandpa,
I'm so uncomfortable.
Why do I have to sleep
on my glove?
- Quickest way to break it in
is to sleep on it
with a baseball inside.
- You should do it.
You weigh, like,
five times more than me.
- All right, first,
no body-shaming,
and, second, you're higher up,
so gravity makes you heavier.
- Dad, I need to talk to you.
- If this is about his weight,
don't go there.
Someone's delicate tonight.
- Chance,
put on your headphones.
- Ooh, you're in trouble.
- Mom, said you sent her
to tell my boss
to let me leave early.
- What? I didn't tell her
to do anything.
And even if I had,
name one time that that
woman's ever listened to me--
even when we used
our safe word, "chorizo."
- Gross, and don't gaslight me.
- I would never gaslight you.
Gas is way too expensive.
You know what?
I can prove that she's lying.
Quinten, get in here.
Presenting my star witness--
Gringo Starr.
- What's going on?
- Uh, hey, you were there
when I was talking to Rosie.
Did I tell her to go to Mayan's
work and talk to her boss?
- No, Rosie made some ominous
comments and kidnapped the dog.
I was gonna stop her,
but I did not want to offend
the only person
who can get our floors clean.
[clears throat]
- Yeah, you see?
Innocent.
- I don't know
what's more shocking--
that you told the truth
or that Mom lied to me.
- Well, she probably
gaslit you, too.
I mean, she's got a good job.
She can afford many gallons.
The good thing is
that I'm here now,
you know, to defend myself
against those lies.
- Wow, you think
she's done this before--
blamed you for things
that she's done?
- Uh, yeah.
She wanted me
to seem worse than I am.
I'm bad enough.
I don't need her help.
- Ooh, Grandma's in trouble.
- You're not supposed to hear
with those on.
- Ooh, now I'm in trouble.
- I'm here.
Where did Churro vomit?
I brought my special blend
of Fabuloso and lighter fluid.
- The only thing
we'll be cleaning up today
are your lies...
Menti-Rosie.
- What's the viejo
talking about?
- Mom, there's no Churro vomit.
I lied to get you over here
because I know Dad didn't ask
you to show up at my work,
and we need to talk about it.
- Did he tell you this?
And you believed him?
He's a liar.
He fakes his diarrhea.
There, we talked about it.
- Quinten confirmed it.
- [sighs]
You're never gonna clean
our floors again, are you?
- I got out my diaries
because now I need to know
what childhood traumas
you blamed on Dad
and which ones were you.
- So buckle up, bruja!
Because all your gas
is coming to the light!
- When we're done here,
we really need to explain
gaslighting to you.
Just keep score,
Vanna Whiteboy.
- Here's my top-ten traumas
from the early aughts.
Trauma number one--
the time nobody showed up
to drive me home,
and I was left at Ross
for five hours.
Mom or Dad?
- Surprise, your dad.
- I thought Ross
was the babysitter.
- Okay, that's one for George.
- Number two--
the Easter egg hunt
with no eggs.
Mom said you used all of them
to make an Easter eggnog.
- Not possible--
I spent every Easter in Vegas
with Bunny Perez.
And she assured me
that she didn't have any eggs.
- I forgot to put them out.
- Okay, that's a Rosie one.
- Dead hamster?
Let legally blind grandma
cut my hair?
Deported uncle?
- [laughs]
[upbeat music]
- Decapitated Barbie?
Dead hamster number two?
Girl Scout scam?
I think we could use
a little snack break.
- Two dead hamsters?
We got to keep your parents
away from Churro.
- I'm gonna post this
on my Instagram.
Rosie la reinais to blame-a.
- Yeah, you're really having
fun with this, huh?
- I always knew you were
poisoning Mayan against me.
- Congratulations.
You finally have proof
that I am not the perfect mom.
But guess what.
I've known that for years.
- Why are you agreeing with me?
Is this what gaslighting is?
- [sighs] Ay.
You remember that summer that
Mayan stayed at my sister's,
and I told you that it was
because I needed
bunion surgery?
- Yeah, yeah,
you went to Mexico.
- I never went to Mexico.
I dropped Mayan off,
went back home,
pulled down the shades,
got in bed,
and cried
for three weeks straight.
Later, I found out
I had a nervous breakdown.
- Wow, I'm--I mean, is that
what the doctor said?
- Ay,doctor?
I couldn't afford a doctor.
I saw that on "Grey's Anatomy."
- I mean, uh,
how come you never told me?
- Because you being gone
was part of it.
[sighs]
I was working three jobs,
trying to start a new business,
raising a kid who was
heartbroken after we split up.
I was just trying
to hold it together
until I couldn't.
- Wow, I mean,
you never said anything.
Every time I saw you,
you looked hot.
- Thank you.
I know.
- Mayan never said anything.
- Oh, Mayan didn't know.
I wanted to be perfect for her
because everything
in her life wasn't.
But I just couldn't keep it up.
So, yeah...
sometimes
I threw you under the bus...
when I screwed up.
That's how I survived.
- [softly] Wow.
- Let's move
to the middle-school years.
- Yeah, we don't have to go
through this.
I recognize this.
These were
all the mescal years.
Yeah, you know what?
Those are all me.
Winner, winner!
Pollo Loco dinner!
- This is not a game
you want to win.
- I'm okay with that.
What do you know
about winning anyways?
♪ ♪
[upbeat saxophone music]
- You want a drink?
- Sure, what do you got?
Oh, remembering
all the mescal years
made me thirsty for...
mescal.
- [chuckles]
You know, a lot of that stuff
on that last list was my fault.
Why'd you take the blame?
- You did a great job
raising Mayan,
despite everything
that I threw at you.
And maybe
you weren't the perfect mom,
but...you were the perfect mom
for Mayan.
- You really think so?
- Yeah.
And the proof is in
that firecracker out there
in the living room.
- [chuckles]
- And I understand
why you did what you did.
I mean, let's face it.
If we played that game
listing all the wrongdoings
I did to you,
we'd run out of ink.
- Is that an apology?
- I'm starting to learn
that a little "lo siento"
goes a long way.
- Okay, so we don't have
to break out my old diaries
and read through them?
- No.
Only the dirty parts.
- Those were some good parts.
- Chorizo.
- [clears throat]
Chorizo.
- Ay, Dios mío.
♪ ♪
Okay, gordo,
ready to go kick some T-balls?
- Grandpa, we need to talk.
- Oh, my God, he's f*ring us.
- Not my call.
All the cheating was filmed
and made into a TikTok
by a mystery parent.
- Send him home, Robbie!
Whoo!
And he didn't even tag me--
what a monster.
- It was someone named
"@VannaWhiteboy."
- [gasps]
- Well, guess
I'll take my hat back.
- Actually,
I hired the perfect coach.
- Coach Mom in the house.
- How can you be coach?
I thought you weren't going
to ask to leave early.
- I didn't have to.
I told the league
it was discrimination
against working moms
to have games before 5:00 p.m.
- You used one of the three Ds?
That's the one
people are afraid of.
- Well, look who's
coming through for Chance--me.
[giggles]
Oh, because I inspired you.
- You crossed a line
and really embarrassed me.
- Oh, I know.
It was a bit much.
Lo siento.
- I forgive you.
- Aw, I forgive you, too.
- For what?
- Lots of things.
Oh, but I don't keep a list
like a little bitch.
♪ ♪
01x05 - Lopez vs Gaslighting
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George Lopez, the owner of a moving company that went bankrupt is forced to move into his daughter Mayan’s house.
George Lopez, the owner of a moving company that went bankrupt is forced to move into his daughter Mayan’s house.