just seems so unfair
that he's staying with us...
...when there's so many skiers in the Alps
he could be rescuing.
Okay, wish me luck.
Good luck, but you're not gonna need it.
[Beth gasps with horror]
You are sleeping outside from...
...now until eternity!
[Beethoven whimpers]
[Light-hearted orchestral music]
Splendid, splendid. But you missed a spot.
Sorry, Mr. Simmons.
SIMMONS: Yes, I should think so, too.
[Sighs]
Michelangelo.
Wakey, wakey.
It's breakfast time, my lad.
What have we got?
Eggs and backey? Not quite.
Vegetarian breakfast, as usual.
There we are. Lovely.
All done?
[Simmons hums]
[Toilet flushes]
[Light-hearted orchestral music]
-Morning, Dad.
-Morning, honey.
[Beeping]
-Push "enter."
-"Enter"?
[Beeping]
Thanks, honey.
REG: It's a new portable modem.
Neat, huh?
MADISON: Yeah, Dad.
REG: All right. I'm hot.
I am very excited.
I'm gonna tell the design guys about this!
Dad, wait!
Dad! Dad, wait!
Dad!
Dad! Wait.
Your socks don't match.
Well, when you own the company,
nobody mentions it.
But, Dad!
You said you'd push me
on my roller blades today. Remember?
No. I said tomorrow.
Yeah, but you said that yesterday.
Good morning, sir. Microsedge stock is up
three and one-eighth.
All right. That's good. That's good.
Simmons, you hold down the fort
while I'm off making more millions.
As usual, sir.
Oh, no! Mr. Sedgwick!
[Screaming]
[Oriental-style instrumental music]
[Grunts]
I'm ready.
[Snorts]
Morning, Michelangelo.
-Morning, Miss Sedgwick.
-Morning, Simmons.
[Soft orchestral music]
Hey, good boy. Here you go.
-I know you like it.
-Oh, no, please! Miss Madison...
...no meat products. You'll give him gas.
And that would be most unpleasant.
Don't tempt Michelangelo, Madison.
You know what his psychic nutritionist
said about bacon.
-One piece. She'll never know.
-She knows already.
I love breakfast! I'll tell you, Simmons.
Buying Sedgefood
was the best thing Reg ever did.
Oh, yes, madam. Convenience above all.
Mom, aren't you gonna have
some real breakfast?
I can't.
I got a nude sit-in against fur at 10:00.
Any extra weight is gonna be
pretty obvious in my birthday suit.
Simmons, call my attorney.
Have one of his people, a woman,
bail me out around 11:00.
Yes, ma'am.
-Mom, can I start riding lessons today?
-Madison.
I don't know. I have issues with
the whole humans-on-horses situation.
Then, may I have a friend over
after school?
Not "May I? Can I?"
You empower yourself, Maddy.
You don't need anyone's permission.
-Well, then, can I?
-No...
...because your trainer is coming
when your reflexologist leaves.
And when he's done,
you've got an aromatherapy session.
We'll talk later.
How do I look? It doesn't matter.
It's all for the cause. 'Bye! 'Bye!
Wanna pull me
on my roller blades, Michelangelo?
SIMMONS: No, please. Madison.
Not while Michelangelo is meditating.
RICHARD: This doesn't belong
in a greeting card.
It belongs in a museum.
"Roses are red, violets are blue
"I'm sad and lonely because of you"
All right, it's lame. I don't write this stuff.
But the illustration's good.
[Questioning growl]
That's why they pay me
the low-to-medium-size bucks.
[Bell dings]
This is the first in a whole new line.
If they like this one, I get 'em all.
Stay!
Do not touch anything.
Do not breathe on anything.
[Whining]
Come to Papa.
[Cat squeals]
No!
[Screaming]
[Cat squeals]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Richard screams]
This is a big opportunity for me...
...and now the painting's a total loss.
After Brennan
spent so many hours posing for it.
Dad, he didn't mean to--
Sara, your father has the floor.
-Richard, go ahead.
-My deadline was already tight, but now--
[Bell dings]
Time's up, Dad.
The pot roast would have been excellent.
BETH: The mac and cheese was tasty.
BRENNAN: Yeah.
Really!
Do you think you can fix the