Mimi quickly steps in by telling Stanley how helpful Sean has been around the farm with the livestock and house and "just everything!" "It's true!" Bonnie adds. Stanley nods, maybe simmering down a bit. "Yeah, it's weird, Stanley," Sean explains, "because I'm much more of a vibe guy." "What the hell is a vibe guy?" Stanley asks, saving me my breath. Sean can't believe Stanley doesn't understand. "You know," Sean shrugs, "I mean, I've never been into, like, physical labor. I mean, I'm more the guy that people have around for my vibe." We had one of those in college. We called him "slack-ass." Sean smiles vibingly at Bonnie, who smiles shakily back. Stanley chuckles, "Yeah," and pushes his plate away.
Mimi looks nervous as Stanley roots around somewhere. Sean, not reading the vibe, goes back to eating. Holding a bag, Stanley walks back into the room and yanks Sean up by his collar. No, seriously, we're on Walton's Mountain, where if they don't manhandle you by your ear, it's by your collar. Sean is confused and scared. "My house, my rules, my vibe," Stanley explains, dragging Sean behind him. "STANLEY!" Mimi pleads. Stanley looks back at Bonnie, whose lower lip is showing every sign of being a rebellious teenager. Mimi shakes her head at Stanley. Sean is still totally confused. Stanley throws Sean's stuff on the couch and announces, "And you sleep there!" He shoves Sean down on the couch. Bonnie stands there, not sure how to take this but knowing there's really nothing to rebel against. Stanley sits back down at the table and picks up his fork. Mimi smiles at him in a way that, if she were a cartoon, she'd have a star twinkling in each eye. Stanley stares back and forces out a sarcastic "See? I'm happy!" smile, which is quite funny.
Over at Mary's bar, Dad tells stories about Eric. Apparently, Eric once came home at three in the morning and shined a flashlight in Dad's face to announce, "I can't go to sleep until I confess that I'm drunk." Oh, this is bound to be lame. In the story, Eric goes on that he's drunk, he's sorry, he doesn't know what he was thinking, and it won't ever happen again. Dad explains, "Meantime, he looks perfectly normal -- his speech isn't slurred or anything. Gail starts grilling him -- turns out, he's had a beer and a half." Yep. Lame. ERIC IS LAME! Not that I think people should get rip-snortin' drunk to avoid being lame, not at all. Just that a story about Eric's wild youth still ends up making him out at the goodiest-two that ever was shod! Dad goes on: "I said to him, 'Son, do you have any idea how much beer it takes to get drunk?'" Eric didn't. "'I said, 'Well, get outta here and don't wake me up until you do!'" Dad finishes. Then Eric left, and Dad and Mom couldn't stop laughing at their freakishly good son. Dad realizes that Mom doesn't laugh too much any more. Maybe she would if you weren't sulking in your tree house, Dad.