My dad. Where is my mother? Which sketch is the line?

Guo Xiaopin My father and I switched roles. Teacher: Why hasn't your father come back yet? What time is it now? Tinker bell: teacher ~, dad is running business in the factory, and his work is very busy. He also wants to make progress and always drinks. Why don't you come back when my mother comes back from a business trip? Teacher: Put down the teacher's bag. Tinker bell: Teacher, you'd better go. My father is ugly. I scared you, really. Every time I see him, I get a fright. Teacher: Ha ha ha ~ Dad, Dad: Who said I can't walk straight after drinking ~ ~, so I can walk straight. I just walked there with a question mark, and I just walked here with an exclamation point. (Dad left) Success ... Don't tell me, that's how I jumped, and I feel like I have to pee ~ (scratching my head and laughing) Where is it? Dad: Yes! Excuse me, I'm going to the men's room. Teacher: Ah! Where is this? Dad, Dad: This is the old teacher in the ladies' room. Dad, Dad: You look after the toilet, right? Teacher: My son: Dad, Dad: Son, how did you get into the ladies' room? Come out! Son: Dad, this is our house! Dad: Why do I look so familiar ~ Teacher Dad: Hehehe: This is our teacher Zhang! Teacher: Hello! Dad: Son: Hey! Dad: Pour you wine. Teacher: Hey! Huh? Dad: Pour the tea. Dad: Hehe ~ ~ Teacher: You're welcome. Dad: Oh, you may not know my dad. Teacher: I am his new director. Dad: Never mind. I don't know the old director either ~ hum ~ ~ (hum a ditty). Son: (Why are you facing the teacher? You are afraid, or you can come back tomorrow. Dad: (jumping up and drinking) Nonsense. The teacher finally came, but he didn't let the teacher sit for a while. Teacher: Ai ~ Dad: Oh ~ Haha, sorry, I drank some wine. Bartender: Let's get down to business. The main purpose of my coming today is that he didn't hand in his composition. Dad: (angry) Come here. Why doesn't he write? What happened? Son: (wronged) I can't write without you ~ Dad: There are my things in it. Teacher: Don't blame the children. The topic of our composition is "My father and I exchange roles". Dad: What do you mean? I'm a son and he's a father? Teacher: Yes, Dad: Yes? Teacher: Now he is the only one in the class who hasn't handed it in, so I hope you can cooperate with Dad: OK, always. I will cooperate with him when he goes to school. You said, if you are not a son, put on your hat, yes, take your schoolbag. Isn't this a son? Teacher: Look, isn't your father quite reasonable? Dad: Yes, Teacher: Say, where are you from? Teacher: Yes, go out from the moment you enter the door. Dad: (turning around) Why are you so embarrassed? (Laughter) Dad, I'm back. Son: You're back? How did you do in the exam? Dad: Not so good. Uh: Not so good. What is it like? Dad: I didn't do well in the exam Dad: What if I didn't do well in the exam? Dad: Then, have a rest. (Running to the teacher's arms) Teacher ~ Teacher: Haha ~ Dad: Laugh at me, I knew it. I said I couldn't play my son. Teacher: You must not understand what I mean. I'll tell you again from the beginning. I'll leave when you understand. Dad: Really, come on, come on. What was Dad like that day? Let's review for the teacher, shall we? (Raise your hand) Teacher, he can't act. Listen, I'm going to sit here, right? Here is a pie: I'm back. Dad: How dare you come back? How did you do in the exam? Son: penultimate father: What? Penultimate dad: (striking table) penultimate, aren't you the penultimate in the exam? Son: penultimate dad: if you have a fart, let it go: let it go, I can't let it go (running to the teacher) teacher dad: don't call the teacher, hehe, teacher, I usually educate him so harshly: (startled) hehe dad: wow! Wow! Hehehe, strict father has a dutiful son. Teacher: I think it's getting late. Dad: Yes, you should go first. Teacher: No, I mean Dad: I think we should hurry and start over. Dad: Do it again (raise the volume). Teacher: Yes, this teacher still likes watching plays. Dad: OK, do it again. Teacher: Here we go. Dad: Dad, I'm home, son. Dad: I didn't do well in this exam. I got the penultimate one: Pa (striking table), penultimate one. Usually I get the penultimate one. Dad: I have always been the second from the bottom, and my grades are very stable. However, the fool who came last in the exam had diarrhea. When he didn't come, my grades slipped to the second last: (pointing to dad) Why did your boy go to school? Those two holes under your eyebrows are venting. Dad: My eyebrows ... I have two holes. Teacher: Watch your language. That's what he usually says about my dad: you're talking nonsense. Am I like you? Ah Er: You are like me at ordinary times. I even gave you a discount. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? My mother and I haven't seen you smile for years. Dad: How is that possible, teacher? Did I see you smile? Ha, ha, ha, everyone laughed. Teacher: I think you should spend more time with your children and wife. Dad: Spend more time with the children and wife. It's easier said than done. I am a man. I have a career. There are more than 300 people in the factory. Why are you looking for me? Son: Give it to me, Dad: Get up. Dad: (reading) Honey, honey? My heart is empty. I'll leave you for four minutes, and then you'll be free. Teacher: Come on, let me see, let me see Dad: What's the matter? Teacher: Only when you smile can I breathe, and only when I breathe can you breathe. Dad: (to son) You came here for artificial respiration. Teacher: Don't worry, don't worry, I don't think it was written by a child. Dad: Who didn't write it? I wrote it. Dad: You wrote it ... Nonsense: You wrote it to my mother. Teacher: How can it be in your hand? Mom said no, dad loves us and this family. You see, dad wrote such a letter to his mother. It is this letter that I have been carrying with me. (crying) I don't want to give it back to my mother. Dad cried with his son in his arms: Teacher: I'm really sorry. Dad: I'm sorry to make you laugh. The teacher cried ~ ~ ~ ~ Dad and his son looked around and found the teacher. I'm sure I'll win the first place. Don't forget to give it to the teacher tomorrow. The teacher cried ~ ~ ~ and opened the door and left. Dad: I said, does your teacher always cry like this? Take a step back: Dad, I dare not. I dare not take my teacher home again. Dad: Come on, son. Dad: You should have taken the teacher home a long time ago, son. It's dad's fault. Dad: I'm sorry. (Tears) Dad is always so busy that he almost forgot about you and mom. I'm sorry. Dad will spend more time with you and do your homework from now on, so that you can become the first in the world. How about sticking out your little finger: pull out your little finger: pull out your hook and hang yourself for a hundred years without changing. Dad: still laughing, smelly boy, don't put things away.