LUKE AND KATE ARE SEATED AT THE KITCHEN TABLE.

Listen, Sugar-Babe, I am at a loss to know how to handle that son of ours.

Se don't have a son. If you're talking about Little Luke he's your brother!

LUKE JUST LOOKED QUIZZICALLY AT KATE.

Yeah! Luke and Little Luke! Brothers! I don't get it either.

Well, Little Luke is our son in this episode.

Anyway, he's running wild these days ... yelling at every teenage girl in the countryside, following sheep around ... I mean, what do we do now?

Well, Luke. He's a male. You're his daddy - in this episode. You just have to handle this.

(looking lost, then ...)

Hey! What if I started to act as goofy as he does. Maybe then he will see how foolish it is to be acting that way. Huh? Good idea?

Well, just make sure you're done by supper. I got an expensive roast cookin'.

LUKE THROWS KATE A "WHAAAAT!" LOOK AS HE LEAVES.

LITTLE LUKE IS PERUSING HIS HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK, CIRCLING THE GIRLS HE FINDS PARTICULARLY FOXEY.

Ah, son, I want to tell you something. For a while now I have had the hots for Brenda Ray in your class. I hope she is not someone who you're going after too.

(absorbed in his photo collection)

What?

I said that for a while now I have had the real hots for Brenda Ray in your class. What do you think of that?

(still not paying attention)

Ok. Brenda Ray. Whatever ...

LUKE SLAMS HIS HAND DOWN ON LITTLE LUKE'S DESK TOP.

Gol' durn it, pay attention to me, boy! I am trying to demonstrate to you how silly your recent puberty-driven actions have been.

(turning to face Luke)

Gol' durn? Isn't that Grampa's patented euphemism? Since when did you start to say it too?

(siezing the opportunity)

Since I have, myself, reentered puberty, only from the back side.

Is that even possible?

I guess so, since I am there with you now!

(looking at his father/brother as somewhat of a wierd-o)

You? With me? I think not. I am here alone.

Well, I just thought that you'd like some company.

Ain't happening.

(beat)

Don't let the door hit you on the way out, father/brother.