Sunday night’s edition of The Carmichael Show, titled ‘Perfect Storm,' wasted no time paddling the shallow waters of post-sex sitcom pillow talk. Instead, after realizing they had a “sexual accident,” the Carmichael clan jumped right in to deciding how they could kill their baby:
Maxine: Well, this is bad. This is really, really bad.
Jerrod: No, it's not great.
Maxine: You're sure the condom broke?
Jerrod: Oh, yeah, I'm sure the condom broke. But could we maybe take a second to, I don't know, celebrate this?
Maxine: Celebrate?
Jerrod: Yeah, look, Maxine. I've never broken a condom before. It's my first time, and it's kind of a big deal for me. And I feel, like, really strong right now. This must be how Bruce Banner felt when he became the Incredible Hulk.
Maxine: Oh, calm down. I'm sure the condom was just expired.
Jerrod: So should I not buy condoms from The Dollar Store anymore? Maxine, look. I just want you to know that whatever you decide, I'm on board, okay? It's your body, it's your choice. I'm just here to support you. There are no wrong answers. And everything's going to be fine.
Maxine: Yeah, I know we're going to be fine, because we're going to go to CVS and we're going to get a Plan B pill.
Jerrod: You don't know how happy that makes me. God, emergency contraception is always the answer. You're the best girlfriend ever, Maxine.
Maxine: Thank you. Okay, let's go.
Jerrod: All right. Oh, man. You know, I don't care if they ever cure cancer, 'cause science has done enough. They cured pregnancy, and that's a hard thing to do. It's so amazing-- all we got to do is just take a pill.
Maxine: We? We're not cutting the pill in half and going splitzies.
Jerrod: Fair enough. It's the women's job to take the pill. But it's the man's job to watch anxiously and then check underneath your tongue. I don't know, Maxine. You sure we should go out? It's a pretty bad storm.
Maxine: Like, you have to take it within the first 72 hours, and the sooner you take it the more effective it is. Plus, I am way more scared of the storm that may be brewing in my uterus right now.
Jerrod: Fair enough. I got to ask-- how do you know so much about Plan B?
Maxine: Because I'm an adult, Jerrod.
Jerrod: I'm an adult, too. I broke a condom today.
Nice, right? Pat yourselves on the back to celebrate your Herculean sexual prowess that resulted in condom breakage. Then immediately brave a storm to run to CVS, in order to erase the life that may or may not have been created. So as to erase any chance of having a consequence to your action.
Simple.