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| - (The episode starts at The Coffee Shop with Rigby and Eileen playing cards, and Margaret serves Mordecai his coffee) Margaret: Here you go. This one's on the house. Mordecai: Thanks. Margaret: Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow? My family is having a barbecue. Wanna come? Rigby: Family function?! Pass. I can't stand my own family barbecues, Why would I want to go to someone else's? Mordecai: (Elbows Rigby) She's not talking to you! Margaret: Um. So, how 'bout it? Hehe. Mordecai: Sure. Sounds like fun. Margaret: Awesome! I'm really excited for you to meet everybody, especially my dad. I think you'll really like him. He pilots the traffic Helicopter for the local news. Rigby: What?! Mordecai: Whoa! Your dad is Chopper Six?! Rigby: That dude rules! (Imitates "Chopper Six") Psh! This is Chopper Six now flying over a ton of traffic. Bet all of you losers wish you were in this Chopper! (Imitating stops) WHOO! And then he flies over some burning truck in a fifty car pile up! So cool. Eileen: He is really cool, but don't let your guard down. Margaret's dad can be a pretty aggressive guy. It's common in such a male dominant profession. He even refuses to shake hands with any guy Margaret brings home. Margaret: Oh, come on! He's not that tough. He's super sweet when you get to know him. Mordecai: Yeah. I'm sure we'll get along fine. Margaret: Well, we gotta get back to work. I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay? (Margaret and Eileen leave) Eileen: Later. Mordecai: Great. See ya. (To Rigby) I have to shake that guy's hand. Rigby: What, why? Mordecai: Dude, it's a huge deal! I'm finally out of the friend zone, and now she's taking me to meet her parents. Rigby: So what? You wanna date Margaret, not her dad. Mordecai: You don't get it, dude. If Margaret and I are gonna date, I need her dad to like me. I have to get that handshake. Denise: Margaret! Margaret! Margaret: Hey mom. (She hugs Denise) Denise: So good to see you. Margaret: Mom, this is Mordecai. Denise: (Shakes Mordecai's hand) Hi Mordecai. I'm Denise. Margaret's told us so much about you. Mordecai: Oh. Hehe. I hope good things. Denise: Well, she mentioned something about you wearing a diaper. Mordecai: Uh... Margaret: Mom! Denise: Oh, I'm teasing. (Laughs) Mordecai, let me introduce you to the family. We have Margaret's cousins, Ricky, Tommy, Marcie, Robby, Ronnie, Susie, Stacey, you know John. John: Sup, Mordo. Denise: Uncle Tim, Uncle Dave, Uncle Bill, Aunt Theresa, Aunt Mary Beth, Aunt Kathleen, Nana Smith, Grandpappy Jack, and over by the grill is Margaret's--. Margaret: Daddy! Frank: Is that my little hug-bug? Give me a hug, hug-bug. Margaret: Daddy! (Laughing) Frank: Aw, look at you so grown up. How am I gonna hug my hug-bug if I can't even recognize her? Margaret: Dad, I was here last weekend! Frank: Hey, you bring that mix tape I let you borrow? Daddy's gotta have his rockin' tunes for Chopper Six. Mordecai: Whoa. Hehe. What a coincidence. I love rockin tunes too. Margaret: Daddy, this is Mordecai. Mordecai: (Raises his hand to let Frank shake it) Nice to meet you, sir. (Short silence) Frank: This the diaper guy? Mordecai: Uh--. Frank: I better russle up some more burgers on the grill, put some meat on diaper guy's bones here. Mordecai: You told him, too? Margaret: Oh relax. He's just messing around. That's when you know he likes you. (Frank flips a hamburger while scowling at Mordecai) Mordecai: I got to get that handshake. (We see some people swimming, and the scene changes to Mordecai, Margaret and Frank.) Margaret: I'm gonna swim for a bit. You coming? Mordecai: (Sips lemonade) Oh, I didn't bring a swim suit. Frank: Why don't you ask little Susie to borrow a swim diaper? Margaret: Daddy! Frank: Alright, alright. I've got a suit he can wear. Mordecai: (Looking at pictures) Wow. You guys really spend a lot of time together. Frank (offscreen): Here. (Throws a strange suit at Mordecai) Mordecai: Ummm... Why is the front like that? Frank: That's the back. Mordecai: Maybe I'll... skip the pool. Frank: Skip the pool? What are you, ashamed of your body or something? Mordecai: What? No! I- Frank: A real man does not get ashamed. Pathetic. Here. Just give it back. I'll wear it. Mordecai: No! I'll wear it. Frank: Oh! You think you can handle it? Mordecai: Yeah. Pfffft. It's cool. Not a problem. Frank: Good. (Walks out) Margaret: Umm... Denise: Oh, Frank, I thought you threw that suit out. Frank: Hey, I tried to stop him, but the kid wanted to wear it. Mordecai: You said this was what a real man would wear! Frank: I don't know what you're talking about. Mordecai: But... Frank: You calling me a liar?! Mordecai: No, no. It's fine. Really! Thanks for the suit, Frank. Frank: It's Mr. Smith to you. Get that thing away from me. Mordecai: Ugh.
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